"Maybe, but vibration and explosion are not synchronized."
"I know, it takes longer to pass through rocks and land."
“It could be so.”
Sommer could hear his voice lacked confidence, and then he pressed another button on the sender.
"Car No. 2, can you hear me?"
He waited for a while and then sent another message.
"Car No. 2."
"I heard you, Sgt.
It sounded like the second car commander was struggling to wake up.
"very good."
Sommer opened the Squadron MCU channel again.
"All units, personnel are all back in the car, we have to keep it cool, quiet, turn off everything except air supply, I mean everything! Don't move, don't use anything that heats up or requires energy, start the message in three minutes."
He finally glanced into the viewfinder and reached towards the power button.
The earth shook once, and then again.
"Wait for a moment-"
The second car driver wanted to object, but he couldn't finish it.
In the frightened eyes of everyone, a giant strides out of the thick fog, as if walking through the curtain to the front desk.
It was a rather funny-looking barrel-like object, with several meters of curved armor plates covering its shoulders, and its back looked like it was bent under the weight of the missile it was carrying, with orange paint covering its raised metallic skin, two of the three arms were long-body tube weapons, and one of them was a huge circular saw.
In terms of size, it is much larger than the Knight Mecha and is similar to the War Dog-level Titan.
For such machinery, Empire has a more popular name - Gu Ju Zi.
This noun is not well explained. Some people think it is a simple onomatopoeia, while others believe that the name means "ancient huge space garbage dump", but if you really think it is just a pile of garbage, then you are very wrong.
When it appeared, the void shield's oil-like shell flashed in the thick fog, and the ugly smiling head flashed with green light of electrons in its eyes, and the piston as thick as a tree trunk hissed as it advanced.
It is the god of war, a terrible war machine, and the world seems to be trembling under its feet!
"Fuck! Reversing!"
Sommer felt himself screaming, the driver was also screaming, the Salamander's engine roared and outputted full strength, and the sender was filled with the shouts of other occupants.
The steel giant still advanced slowly, but Sommer could see the flames spurting out from the front of its right arm, making a continuous, harsh noise as the weapon tube rotated.
The salamander reconnaissance car screamed and protested that the driver directly outputted all his strength without the hot car, but its soul still obeyed the rough operation and retreated suddenly, and the tracks were scooped on the ground.
"I can't aim!"
The gunner, who had already got out of the cabin to operate the automatic gun, shouted, holding the scope and putting his hand on the fire pole.
"Forgot your cannon! Are you going to tickle it!"
Before Sommer could finish his words, the surrounding ground suddenly exploded, and the reconnaissance vehicle was bounced into the air and then smashed heavily.
And in his world, only yellow and red flames flashed in the cracks, and the car body sounded as the shrapnel collided.
The salamander hit the front as he landed, and the pain exploded in his head as if a treble noise was filled with his side, and then he felt the warm liquid flowing from his forehead to his left eye.
The driver around him was even more miserable and he fainted.
In this case, Sommer didn't have time to bandage, but reached for the control lever.
Despite his blurred vision, he touched them through his gloves.
The vehicle is still moving, and as soon as it lands, the tracks begin to slide and turn.
Sommer pushed the track on the right and the car body swayed and turned.
Outside the car, the alien Titan's weapon roared again, and the whole world was shaking, as if it was shaken by an old god.
Sommer pushed the lever forward and the gear screamed when it bites at high speed.
They only have a few seconds at most.
Sommer has heard stories about Titans and has even seen several memorial photos taken during their operations, carrying enough fire to turn the city into ruins and melted glass.
Even though this giant alien machine looks crude and primitive, it is still a terrifying killer of the same type.
The Salamander Reconnaissance Vehicle is still alive simply because this terrible machine only released a little insignificant power to kill them.
Through the blurred field of view, he could see blue and white light flashing through the observation slits and hear the sharp sound of laser cutting air.
The gunner was not thrown out, and he actually fired at the moving machine with an automatic cannon.
The tiny ammunition hit the Void Shield, but it only caused ripples that could not be observed with the naked eye.
The green ancient giant rubbish roared back, and the howling of its war horn overshadowed its footsteps. At the same time, the weapon on the left arm began to glow, lightning gathered on the focus coil, steam began to emerge from the tube of the weapon, and began to rotate.
"I fuck the greenskin!"
Sommer, who felt that the disaster was coming, let out an unwilling roar.
Suddenly, he heard the scream of scratching his eardrums. In the mist, a huge beam of ion attacked from afar, hitting the shield of the ancient giant garbage and shattering them one after another.
After that, the flashing light disappeared, and the image of the alien machinery appeared again, still standing, but lost the cover of the shield.
“Speed up quickly!”
Sommer shouted, knowing that the opportunity was rare.
But the ancient giant junk's weapon had also been accumulated, and emitted an angry light as red as steel forged furnaces. He could almost hear the energy in the weapon roaring to break free from the constraints.
While the opponent opened fire, another red beam of light hit its side.
At that moment, time seemed to be frozen for a second, and then accompanied by the giant, a jagged spot formed in the place where it was the left arm of ancient giant rubbish, and then it shattered.
The alien Titan staggered, sparks sprinkled from the wreckage of its left arm to its whole body, and debris sprinkled onto the ground like raindrops.
Its armor rippled due to heat, the paint on it burned and fell off, and the huge head sank slightly, and then it swayed like a warrior who had just suffered a heavy blow and was recovering.
Burning oil and sparks flowed out of the cracks in the armor, and painful roars came from the melted half of the war horn, but it was a fierce beast that was not easy to surrender, its head was raised again and stood straight as the heat-deformed gear screamed.
It opened fire, and shells gushed out of its remaining arms, stirring the earth in front of it, filling the air with angry thunder.
Salamander scout cars shivered like a matchbox dancing in hail.
Then, Sommer saw the sign of car No. 2 extinguished.
"Car No. 2 is over!"
The voice of the No. 3 car captain came into Sommer's ears, and at that moment, he felt a rage of rage passing through his brain.