The sound from the sender filled the little Rusper's ears.
“Close to the waypoint.”
He replied, staring at the screen of Bird Buyi.
"The enemy was not observed."
"Attack formation 1, confirm."
“Confirmed.”
Rusper's voice was low and steady.
"We've entered the attack position."
"good luck."
He did not respond with the call ending, and the roar of the machine filled the silence that followed.
The body was dark, and his breathing cast a mist on the periscope's lenses. He spent six hours in this closed cabin, breathing and filtering the air, moving space was less than a few inches. Everything was so familiar that he could hardly imagine a form of war other than that.
His full name is Heisen Rusper, but because of his father, Colonel Kent Rusper, people usually call him Rusper Jr. (You can look back and see Chapter 91)
His father was a tank soldier, and naturally, when he became an adult, he was also thrown into a bunch of steel and rough men.
Rusper Jr.'s father has served in the battle group for nearly forty years. Before his retirement, he was the leader of the Fifth Armored Assault Regiment, which also made Hesen Rusper a little embarrassed when getting along with his colleagues.
After all, he didn't want him to treat him as a relative, so he even used a pseudonym when he first entered the military camp.
In the end, he won everyone's respect through his personal charm and trustworthy combat ability and became a glorious commander.
His machine is an old Malkado heavy tank, and the name of this model is said to be from a core courtier when the emperor was not yet paralyzed.
There is no doubt that this adult must be a model with excellent every aspect.
However, unlike this name, this tank is actually a brutal guy.
Its name is an immortal pest, an ugly block composed of tracks, armor and protruding gun barrels. A combat cannon extends from a turret carrying a high place, a large-caliber Smasher cannon is installed on the front of the vehicle body, and two laser cannons are located on the side cannon positions on both sides of the tank.
Generally speaking, there are six members in the car. The main gunner and his companions are squeezed into the space in front of the commander's position. The distance is so close that the captain can pat everyone's shoulders without any effort. At the same time, the drive and ammunition inventory of this machine occupy most of the space in the car. The side gunners are separated by crawler hoods on both sides of the narrow central cabin. The front gunners and drivers are huddled in the wedge space behind the front armor plate, just in size that prevents them from being killed by the rear seat of the Crusher Cannon.
It is worth mentioning that his father was the captain of this car back then.
This thing is in a sense like their heirloom.
Although it sounds a bit weird to pass on a tank for two generations, it is still a reliable guy with a bad temper.
Moreover, its design has some problems. Although Macado's shooting range has been improved for a long time, the shooting angle at the front is still not as good as conventional tanks such as Rieman Russ, and the side guns cannot cover the rear area of the machine.
Once the enemy comes to its rear, the armor loses its meaning. A joke circulated among the officers. The Makado is actually a "assault tank" because no one can think of such a machine with all weapons that can only shoot forward and have other uses.
But for Rusper Jr., that's nothing.
The Immortal Pest allowed him to survive the war in Amyddoton. During the process, he received several kills and even joined forces with other vehicles to overturn a green-skinned mecha. Although it was both old and flawed, it never had any problems.
If he still has a home after leaving Nesson 4, the crowded and rusty cabin of Immortal Pest is just that.
"This is the latest combat command from the commander of the battle."
Little Rusper blinked, took away a drop of sweat that flowed into his eyes, and checked the unit icon on the screen again.
He is now the company commander, and his three tanks are there, rolling forward in a two-hundred-meter-wide line.
From a more macro perspective, the armored forwards of the entire Astral Knight formed a nearly one-kilometer-long front, Riemanrus, Chimera, Landraiders, Sikaran combat tanks, and all other miscellaneous types, forming a terrifying metal iron fist
Then he pressed the unit's microphone and shrank as it made a sharp sound in his ears.
"The entire unit of the second company, here are immortal pests. We are on the offensive route, and it is expected to contact the enemy unit for two minutes."
Confirmation responses came one after another, and Ruspert watched Bird Buyi while listening.
Even if a machine is still moving and displays an identification signal, that doesn't mean it will be in good condition.
Sometimes the tank will have various problems, such as anchorage, line failure, etc.
"How many people can there be this heresy?"
A dark-skinned gunner who looked like a green-skinned gunner was leaning his head against the breeze of the combat cannon. Ruspel Jr. didn't look at him. The screen in front of him was much more important than the gunner's need to use chat to relieve tension.
"Just counting this wave, how many machines are there? Throne, I also heard that the Titans were also dispatched. So many iron guys rolled can shake the ground to the sky."
The gunner then burst into laughter nervously.
"The Knight Mecha is not a Titan, the Titan is much larger than them."
Suddenly, the correspondent turned his head and corrected the gunner's statement.
The gunner then reached out and slapped the other party in the head, almost knocking the hat away.
"It seems like you've seen a Titan!"
"Hey! What are you doing? I've really seen it, in Amyddoton--"
Ignoring the chatter of the crew, Rusper was watching their journey from the waypoint count down the screen of the Birdbuyi, and then pressing the external sender.
"All units—"
"I said, are those heretics stupid? They just flew straight down from the sky, do you think we can't see them?"
"Start the weapon, free shooting, anything without a friendly logo is a target, repeat, start the weapon, free shooting."
"If they're not stupid-"
"Shut up!"
Little Rusper said, leaning forward, his eyes pressing against the observation window ahead.
"ah?"
"Rolleate the cannon and then keep it quiet."
A second later, Ruspel Jr. felt the heavy blow of the cannon loading and closing.
He didn't have to confirm whether the gunner remembered the mission briefing. His inability to keep his mouth shut did not affect his memory and his skills in operating the main gun.
This is why they have been able to cooperate for so many years.
"The smoke has not become thinner, these Kadians...they are frightened and should not have released smoke bombs so early, which will cause them to lose sight before the enemy."
Rusper Jr. glanced at the green light rotating on his sight and pressed the group-level telegraph switch.