Just as Muller stared at the red-stained sky in the distance and whispered to himself, the polished beast seemed to be praying eagerly in a low voice. The tracks were shaking slightly up and down, waiting for the commander.
Give the order to set off, and then roar to the battlefield.
Then he put his hand on the armrest of the seat and showed a faint smile. Although this "Iron Nail" had not left the production line for a long time, it had accompanied him in countless battles in the archdiocese and crushed countless people.
The Tyranid bugs kept firing cannonballs at those ferocious alien behemoths.
There are now 6 black rings on the barrel of this tank, which means that it has destroyed 6 large targets. His best record was killing a vixen.
"Why are you grinding and chirping!"
Suddenly, dull curses came from beside him. It was the gunner Eric, who was also Muller's old partner. He was six years older than him. His gunnery skills had saved them many times, although his bad temper also annoyed many people.
It is less troublesome, but it is a reassurance when fighting. After all, if such a veteran who has experienced many battles and has seen many strange and terrifying scenes can still curse as usual, then what is there to be afraid of?
Immediately afterwards, a young and sharp voice came from the front of the car.
"Why are we wasting our time here?"
The driver, Meriwether, was Muller's cousin. He was originally supposed to be the captain, but Muller's mother really didn't trust her nephew, so she forced him to study and train with Muller for five years.
It's now the third year.
"Cousin, we should rush over and crush those green pests instead of lining up here."
Without waiting for Mueller to answer, Eric replied:
"Young man, that's because there are already a lot of young boys who have rushed ahead of you, throwing their heads and blood on the battlefield."
Meriwether sighed in annoyance, leaned back in the spring chair, crossed his arms, and frowned.
"It's much more fun to fight these green things than to fight bugs. If you miss it, you don't know how long you will have to wait."
Mueller shook his head and continued to look at the screen. The battlefield in the distance was filled with smoke, the thunder was low and deep, the roar of heavy artillery and the weird scream of rockets were mixed together, carried by the wind.
Suddenly, a group of Mechanicus' ornithopters whizzed past the armored regiment's head. The waving wings set off a burst of smoke and gas on the lifeless wasteland. These ornithopters will approach the enemy and attack the dense enemy.
Diving and strafing.
But just as they were about to disappear from Mueller's sight, two suddenly exploded, another was hit on the wing, and the fuselage began to rotate.
Muller held his breath and watched the lone ornithopter rising and falling in the air, turning, and diving downwards. At one moment, it was about to fall into the ruthless earth, and at the other moment, it climbed up desperately.
Obviously the pilot wanted to land the plane safely. Muller calculated the distance and route distance of the ornithopter and felt that its chances were very slim.
But there is no doubt that the sudden attack proves that the greenskins are not far away, and they have been driven here by bombing.
Those three ornithopters were for reconnaissance. Although they did not send any messages, their status was already a signal.
In the end, Muller watched it spin down gracefully and fall into the smoke and dust of the wasteland, and was swallowed up by the vast earth.
Didi!
Suddenly, a rapid ringtone rang, and Muller saw a bright red signal on the screen!
Attack!
"Third company! Follow the predetermined direction and attack the formation!"
Muller's roar was accompanied by trembling maneuvers, and then the gears that had been ready to go began to turn. The engine roared and vibrated, like the roar of a beast. Balls of exhaust gas spurted out from the exhaust port, and the sides of the car made a sound like the collision of stone and copper.
roar.
When the Dire Lion tank rushed forward, Meriwether was already roaring.
"Come on, come on! Green beasts, let me crush you to death!"
Soon, the engine was boosted to maximum power, driving the silver steel predator forward, charging mercilessly across the barren land.
It is a monster, a strong, heavy, and unparalleled beast, rushing towards its panicked prey in this desolation full of death and despair.
Soon, the sounds of scattered and dense footsteps and the roars of various rough machines could be vaguely heard, and the tank regiment had also spread out its wide front. According to the attack plan, the first echelon was the fastest reconnaissance company, mainly
Taurus armed off-road vehicles and three tank battalions will form a front triangle formation, with a marching formation length of about 15km.
Behind it, there are Chimera armored vehicles deployed on both wings, adopting a diagonal formation. The left-wing brigade deploys a left-diagonal team, and the right-wing brigade deploys a right diagonal team, and together with the front spearhead, they cover the infantry battalion and self-propelled artillery in the middle.
Soon, they passed by the burning wreckage of the ornithopter and could see the pilot hanging in the cockpit, whose flesh and blood had been swallowed up by the flames.
In the vague wind and sand ahead, ghost shadows swayed.
The off-road vehicles started shooting and reported the size and number of the enemy. There were many, very many, vehicles, mostly motorcycles and trucks, as well as numerous infantry.
As the reconnaissance company turned to the wings, the tanks were about to face the target.
Muller stared closely into the observation mirror. He had already heard the roars of those beasts, and——
Suddenly, a group of yellow and black figures struggling with each other appeared in his sight.
The next moment, the sound of gunfire echoed in the air, and the projectiles passed through the ground, tearing apart those rough green creatures.
Howls rang out from the group of creatures, and they seemed unaware of what was attacking them. After all, the two were seven or eight hundred meters away, but the sound of the gunfire warmed Muller's bones, like a glass of intoxicating wine.
"Hahaha! Kill these bastards!"
Eric was still controlling the coaxial automatic cannon and kept firing, pouring out firepower excitedly, and his cheeks seemed to be twitching with laughter.
This is a plain, and the greenskins have no way to avoid them, so they can only kill them at their necks.
It was a truck that was put together from nowhere. It had an ugly face on the front, and two cannons of different calibers were installed on it. It was constantly shooting at a group of silver Dire Lion tanks. The truck behind it was
There were dozens of greenskins standing inside, using their machine guns to shoot aimlessly at the armored spearheads of the 2nd Regiment. Some of them also fired rockets, but their accuracy was poor.
As the order is given, the turntable-type automatic loader loads the required ammunition into the gun mount. The whole process takes only a few seconds. Muller heard the story told by his grandfather when he was a child. At that time, they drove the super heavy Maca.
There were many tanks, and five or six people had to sit in the car. Because it was manual loading, there were only two loaders and a secondary gunner. The whole cabin was very noisy when fighting, so the most important thing for the commander at that time was his loud voice.
Otherwise, others may not be able to hear what he is saying, and the loader is the most tiring job. He has to constantly carry heavy artillery shells. It is common for two loaders to strain their hand muscles in a battle.
, so the loading efficiency will decline very quickly when fighting continues.