After pressing the communicator, little Ruspel said softly to the microphone:
"Old drunkard, what can you see?"
"No, it looks like nothing."
The voice of Franz Lutz, commander of the 5th Armored Assault Regiment, was heard, brief and clear.
"But they're there, I know."
The two of them are about the same age, Franz is four years older. They were both born in the military family area, and they have been mud-digging partners since childhood.
Hearing his friend's words, little Ruspel nodded.
"Pass waypoint."
At this time, the driver started calling from the cab.
Little Ruspel took a slow breath, reading the long seconds as he exhaled. Directly in front of him, the gunner leaned forward on the sight of the battle cannon and cocked the safety off the firing trigger.
open.
At this time, the auspicious device had already scanned the target, and a blurry outline representing the enemy vehicle appeared in the fire control field of view.
From Ruspel's point of view, it looked like a faint spot in a bright airflow, which could easily be ignored.
But he never ignores these.
"Okay, let's light it up. All units will follow my instructions."
He looked at the billowing smoke in the field of view ahead.
"Fire!"
The tank suddenly stopped, and as the gunner pulled the trigger, the whole world turned into light.
"Kill!"
The next moment the gunner yelled, and little Ruspel flinched as he heard his roar through his headphones.
He could feel sweat pouring down his skin, and the temperature inside the car rose sharply after the weapon was fired.
At the same time, he could hardly see anything that was not directly in front of his eyepiece, and the moisture from his breath had begun to condense on the circular eyepiece.
Outside the hull, a stream of steam emanated from the surface of the main gun.
The steam blurred the periscope view, and the red icon pointed out the enemy vehicle's position. It didn't move any further, good enough.
"Confirming kill."
Little Ruspel said that the auspicious omen was sounding, and a figure appeared in the mist of green pixels.
"Enemy situation, 60 degrees to the left, fire at visual sight."
"I can't see them."
the gunner shouted.
"It's spinning."
The assistant gunner started operating according to the instructions, and the turret began to rotate in the seat ring.
"I can't see anything."
Terra, little Ruspel really wishes the gunner would stop yelling.
Suddenly, the enemy disappeared from the auspicious device, and spots of amber, green and red light danced across the black monitor.
Little Ruspel tried to focus on the auspicious screen, peering out of the periscope, but he couldn't see a damn thing.
Then he turned his attention to the green icons representing silence and death rays on the auspicious device. The entire 5th Armored Assault Regiment formed a wedge formation, with twelve Malcados as the forward.
The first kill was right ahead, a burning Predator that they could only see because of the heat.
Now they were unable to determine the location of the remaining enemy troops, so they clicked on the earphone on their right ear to switch to communication mode.
"All men, undead vermin call, fire upon visual confirmation only."
The two tanks in the company confirmed the order, their voices almost lost in the chaotic noise around them.
"Where did they go?"
The gunner's face was pressed against the rubber eyepiece of the weapon's sight.
"I saw one."
There was another shout, from the secondary weapons operator, coming from the right.
Young Ruspel glanced at the auspicious auspicious sign and saw the red icons of metal and heat returned to their right.
A goal.
"Turn, right, right, right! Aim, forty degrees to the right, the angle gradually narrows, and fire after visual confirmation."
The engine's note changed and the turret began to turn.
"I saw it!"
"Confirm the enemy situation."
The amber emission cursor is already flashing on the control panel.
"Fire."
The sound of the main gun firing echoed in the compartment.
"Hit!"
Little Ruspel turned to the periscope view. He could barely see fifty meters away, and the yellow-brown smoke was swirling in front of his eyes like sand in a whirlpool.
Then switching to infrared vision, the world turned into a gray haze, and the heat released by the main gun was a gradually disappearing line.
"Um?"
Suddenly, little Ruspel was surprised to find that the green icon representing the Scythe of Wrath in the company disappeared, and a white heat mark rotated where it originally was.
The turret rotated and pointed backwards to the final position of the Howling Scythe. More than a hundred meters away, a pile of metal ruins was burning.
Little Ruspel's fingers slipped a little when he pressed the communication button.
"Call the Howling Scythe."
There was no response, and little Ruspel knew that the Howling Scythe was finished and had been destroyed by the enemy.
At the same time, another Malcador disappeared from the regimental tactical panel.
It's the Messenger of Justice of the company.
"Damn it! The enemy has at least two unknown destroyer tanks!"
Franz Lutz's roar echoed in the communication channel.
"I finally know why these Cadians are releasing smoke in such a hurry."
"Wait a minute, I think I saw something."
Little Ruspel had just finished speaking when his voice was drowned by the sound coming from the port side.
Then the light turned red, smoke enveloped the fire in the cabin, and more sounds and fires were heard, while the gunner continued to scream.
They were lucky that the enemy only hit the secondary turret, so it did not cause much damage, but the gunner inside was unlucky.
But this is war, and they don't even have time to mourn their comrades.
Little Ruspel put his eyes to the eyepiece of the periscope, and the flames illuminated the thick fog, spreading an angry red color around him, as if the air itself was burning.
He blinked and saw the enemy vehicle.
He hadn't seen the first target clearly, nor had they, but this one was clear now.
The outline of that thing looks a lot like Malcador, but there is no turret. It has a rake-shaped front armor, a terrifyingly large main gun in the middle, and two protruding weapons on the side. One of them is gone.
A black residue remains.
The thing only appeared in the smoke for a short time, and then immediately retreated and disappeared, but he was already able to confirm that this was the thing that destroyed the Howling Scythe!
"Old drunkard! I found the enemy's destroyer! It's a bit similar to the Malcador, with no turret design and a super main gun!"
The noise on one side of the communicator contained a somewhat surprised reply from the other party.
"This thing... is a Waldo destroyer! Why is there such a thing in this place!?"
At this time, the second enemy armor also appeared. It had a prismatic turret and a ribbed tube with a beam cannon. On the black wrought iron plate in the front, a metal skeleton was grinning.
He knew what kind of tank it was, and he had seen this emblem in nearly a thousand images in class.