The roar of the main gun was still echoing in his ears, but Ruspel Jr. heard nothing, and he even wanted to sleep.
This demand was so urgent and overwhelming that he had felt his eyes start to close, but he could not sleep now.
The gunner fell sideways at his feet, and he could see his loading hand lying on the bottom of the turret.
Everything was so quiet, the swaying flames slapped silently at the porthole of a wreck as if the sea of the scorching ocean was slapped. He shook his head to make his head clear, but it only added some jumping gray patches to his eyes.
They killed a Waldo destroyer, which was amazing. Maybe he would get a medal or something else.
For example, a beautiful house with a nest or a beautiful farmhouse.
But that was all afterwards. Now he must figure out something immediately...
How long has it been after he lost consciousness?
He looked at the screen of Bird Buyi. After reactivate it, it was a blank black covered with rotating color blocks.
While working hard, Rusper murmured to the machine, begging it to return to normal - he learned a few prayers from the technical priest, although he didn't know whether it worked or not.
But this time the Mechanical God actually favored him as an outsider, and Bird Buyi was restored!
It was slow at first, and then as the screen flashed, it showed him the world outside the car body.
The large mass of heat signals expanded and pulsated everywhere on the screen. He could see the outline of the wreckage, and each showed a thick outline under high heat.
There is nothing else.
Rusper Jr. adjusted the width of his field of view and then pressed the sender.
The microphone was disturbed first, then silent, as if waiting for him to speak.
Little Rusper licked his lips and suddenly realized that his mouth was very dry.
"All units..."
He spoke:
“This is an immortal pest…”
His voice gradually sank. His company had all been killed except them. Who else could he say these words?
Suddenly, from the depths of the cabin, he heard a click, like the sound of something metal unlocking.
A moment later, a sweaty face looked up at him.
"Sir."
The gunner's voice became very hoarse, probably related to his long roar before.
"Are you okay?"
"I am fine."
Rusper nodded at the gunner.
"Other people..." he said.
The gunner shrugged.
"I don't know, sir, have been quiet for a while since the shooting stopped."
“Are we damaged?”
"No, I don't...probably not."
The gunner sat down and collapsed on the floor.
"But...but the engine stopped a while ago, I don't know why."
The gunner then pushed the loading hand, and the other party's lying body moved, but did not wake up.
Rusper Jr. also tried to move his legs so as to slide down into the bottom of the turret.
"Can you go to the driver's seat to see?"
"I... think it's OK."
The gunner began to climb across the floor, and the empty shell shell rolled under him, leaving the little Rusper's field of view inch by inch.
Rusper Jr. kept turning on the mezzanine while trying to keep breathing rhythmically, and time passed slowly.
"I have arrived."
The gunner was gasping for breath.
"How are people?"
"Don't move, sir."
"Try to wake him up."
"He...he completely fainted, sir."
"Disia? Or dead?"
"The man is still alive, but his head is full of blood. The throne! There is blood on the console, sir... He must have hit his head when the fire was opened."
"Then can you see the console?"
"able."
"There is a putter, a red putter on the side of the console. Do you see it?"
"Um."
“Pull it.”
A vague click came, followed by another, and then there was no movement.
"Sir——"
"Try again."
After a moment of pause, there was another click and another silence.
Suddenly, the undead pest woke up in a tremor when it started, as if a wounded beast had begun to breathe.
"There should be a medical kit on the right side of the cab, and you bandage it for him."
"I'm doing it, sir."
Rusper Jr. then coughed, and as the filtration system restarted, fresh air seemed to burn when it poured into his lungs.
He felt relief filled him, and he looked at his hands and glanced at the flames that were still pouring in from the armored glass of the observation window, knowing that they had to move.
So he slid out of his seat, took a deep breath before entering the driver's seat, landed into the crawling space under the turret, and slid slightly on the shell casing.
At this time, the gunner was sitting next to the driver's seat, and the driver was still sitting on the chair. The blood dripped from the bandage on his forehead had dried and turned into a thick brown color.
At this time, the other crew members were basically awakened and were groping for their own positions.
"Sir, have you driven a car?"
Seeing that Rusper was driving, the gunner asked curiously.
"Ten years ago."
Rusper nodded and carried the driver out of the driver's seat with the gunner.
"Go and check out the others to see if there are any injuries, and then look at the birdbuyi and the megaphone."
The gunner nodded and began to crawl towards the nearest correspondent.
Rusper Jr. got into the driver's seat and looked at the console. It had been more than ten years since he last drove a tank.
Blood was left on the observation window and the control push rod, and the blood stuck to his hands as he held them.
He looked out through the front viewfinder, and the enhanced display had reduced the flame to nearly black, but he could see the wreckage of a machine located directly in front of them.
Flames gushed out from its hatch, and its front armor had long turned into a twisted ruin, a steel skull mark, somehow still visible through the ash and flame, penetrated the side of the dead machine.
Slowly, he turned on the power of the tank, and the Immortal Pest began to move forward, very slowly at first, and then he drove firmly.
"Sir!"
The gunner's voice interrupted his full concentration.
"Something moves far away."
A chill appeared in his heart when he looked at Bird Buyi and the Messenger. There was an enemy, or another group, who had come to see what happened in the previous group.
"Brother."
Franz Luz's tired voice came from the megaphone.
"Reply, no pests die."
Franz Luz felt his hands tremble on the console.
"I am here."
"Thank God, I thought you died."
"We are lucky and still alive, yes."
"Has the enemy been wiped out?"
Before Rusper Jr. spoke, a brief silence had already spoken.