"Thud, tug, tug!" The sound of intensive machine gun fire echoed in my ears, and the opened tank hatch seemed to be right in front of me.
A soldier swallowed by the black energy mass was shattered before his eyes, with blood splattering everywhere.
"Commander! Side! Side! There's a Destroyer there! It's turning! Damn it!" In his ears was the driver's urgent cry, and he seemed to feel that the tank under his feet was turning.
"Power charging completed! Threat target calculation completed!" The cold voice of the computer came from the earphones.
In front of his eyes, the slender cannon rail on the tank turret, filled with electromagnetic components, was moving horizontally, and then suddenly stopped at a certain position, locking on the target in the distance.
"Fire! He's already aiming at us!" Before he could finish his shout, the roar of the electromagnetic gun covered up all sounds.
From the opposite side, a black energy ball struck, flying past the noise-cancelling headphones on his ears, knocking off the communication antenna erected on the side of the turret behind him, and hitting a pile of sandbags on the position.
A huge explosion rose behind him. Although half of the hatch was blocking it, he could still feel the sharp wind tearing at his clothes.
"Sam is wounded! Medic! Medic!" He could hear the infantry shouting in the trench behind him at the top of his lungs. In front of him, he could also see a soldier with a broken arm, grabbing his comrade next to him.
I want to drag the opponent to a place with cover.
As he breathed, he squinted his eyes and looked at the target in the distance. The Destroyer that had just fired its cannon was already emitting thick smoke, and a stream of blue flames came out of its cracks.
"Are you sure you destroyed the target?" He pressed the switch of the intercom and asked the gunner who was observing the target uncertainly.
The gunner had no way to confirm whether the Destroyer, which had begun to smoke, had truly lost its combat effectiveness: "I'm not sure! It seems to be still moving... and it seems to be finished!"
"Damn it! Another shot! Quick charge! Another shot!" He didn't know whether it was the raging fire that distorted the airflow, or whether the other party was really still moving. He pressed the intercom and shouted nervously.
God knows if the opponent will jump up like an undead and shoot them again. At this time, no one can say whether he will die here because of his carelessness.
"Machine gun! Machine gun cover! The sweepers on the flank have rushed through the trench! Flank! Flank!" Next to the tank, a commander wearing a power mecha shouted loudly to him who was leaning out of the tank.
Looking along the commander's hand, he saw swarms of sweepers, which had already flooded the flanking bunkers.
"Reverse! The flank is lost! Turn the turret over! Use the machine gun to fire!" He issued a series of orders, completely ignoring a ball of black energy flying from the front, which almost took off his helmet.
The moment he gave the order, his body began to shake as the tank reversed, and the turret he was on began to rotate with the sound of the motor.
"Chug, chug, chug!" While rotating the turret, the coaxial machine gun began to fire, tracer bullets splashed out one after another, and crashed into the army of sweepers attacking from the front.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the sweepers who wanted to rush over were shattered into pieces, and were knocked down piece by piece by the bullets of the electromagnetic machine gun.
"Bang!" A smoke grenade outside the vehicle was ejected and exploded in mid-air directly in front of the tank. The air was filled with the smell of choking chemicals. For a moment, he could no longer see clearly what was in front of him.
Any situation.
"Holy shit!" He was caught off guard and retreated into the turret of the tank. Then, while slamming the hatch cover above his head, he yelled hysterically: "Which damn bastard fired the smoke grenade!"
"The computer released it automatically. I forgot to turn off the automatic defense system!" the driver replied depressedly.
"Sooner or later I will be killed by you! If this were a near-explosion defense bomb, I would be like a sieve right now!" He cursed while flicking the white smoke bomb powder on his shoulders and above his head with his hands.
However, he also knew that the complaint was a complaint. If the hatch cover of the tank was not closed and there were identification signals from friendly forces around the tank, the computer would not automatically activate the proximity defense ammunition.
Before he could continue to speak, the tank he was in was shaken by a violent impact.
"The energy of the magic defense barrier has been lost by 70%! The armor is 100% intact and has not been penetrated!" The computer's prompt tone came through the earphones clearly.
"We have lost our bunker... Reversing is not a good idea!" The gunner switched to the infrared night vision sight and saw the targets connected in the distance through the smoke grenades: "How could I find destruction in this image?
Who!"
"If we don't push back the sweepers on the flanks! The entire position will be destroyed!" He shouted loudly to the commander next to him: "Cover the infantry! Hand over the front to the heading machine guns!"
"Thud, tug, tug!" While reversing the car, he controlled the electromagnetic machine gun on the car body to fire continuously. The driver was also very busy.
In fact, the most original Elandhill Empire electromagnetic tank did not have a directional machine gun on the body. As a result, there were too many sweepers, and a primitive directional machine gun had to be installed on subsequent improved models to increase the ability to deal with multiple targets.
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The two machine guns roared at the same time, and the dense bullets blocked the sweepers' attack. However, the tank in the smoke also became the target of attack by the surrounding sweepers.
"Fire! Since we have lost the target that we don't know whether it has been destroyed, find another target and fire quickly!" Inside the shaking tank, he felt that all he could count on was the thick armor in front.
"Boom!" I don't know if he really aimed at the target, but the gunner fired a shell, and the air flow blew up more smoke and dust.
"Hoo!" The infantryman following the tank fired a missile. The missile dragged a long tail flame and hit a Destroyer tank that had just opened fire directly in front.
A huge explosion reverberated on the battlefield again. The missile penetrated the shell of the Destroyer and detonated the magical energy inside. The explosion blew away the Destroyer's turret and even blew up the sweepers around the Destroyer.
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"I see the Destroyer! There are Destroyers on the side who want to cross the trench!" As the turret rotated, the target he was looking for appeared in the gunner's sight.
The smoke grenades did not cover the sides, so the field of vision here was pretty good. The gunner turned off the night vision goggles and obtained relatively comprehensive battlefield information.
The tracer bullets have also exposed their location, and the Destroyer over there is also turning, preparing to give the Elanshir Empire's electromagnetic tank a hard blow from the side.
The gunner looked nervously at the rising energy bar on the side of the aiming device's box. He was waiting for the electromagnetic gun to be charged so that he could eliminate the high-threat target in the distance.
Countless energy balls hit the tank's magic defense barrier. It was the sweeper's attack. Although it was not fatal, it was very dense.
These attacks consume the tank's already depleted defensive energy, which makes people irritated and helpless.
The enemy has an absolute numerical advantage. This is something everyone already knows before the battle breaks out. There is nothing to worry about.
But what made people vomit was that in the chaos, he looked through the commander's equipment and saw a clone grenadier not far away, whose arm was torn off by the sweeper, with blood splattering everywhere.
"Boom!" The moment the charge was completed, the gunner found the opportunity to fire. He blasted away a destroyer's turret not far away. After the shell penetrated the destroyer, it hit again.
Went through another covered sweeper, splitting him in two.
"There's another one! There's also a Destroyer!" In the earphones, the gunner's voice was excited and nervous, with a hint of fear.
I don't know why, but he just heard these complicated emotions. Maybe he is also feeling the impact of the entire battlefield in the same complicated way now.
"Which vehicle is this?" The driver's voice came: "Attention, we are going to run over the trench behind! There are bumps!"
Sure enough, as soon as the driver's voice fell, he felt his tank sinking backwards, the front of the car raised slightly, and then returned to normal.
Less than a second later, he felt that the front wheel was empty again, and the front of the entire tank sank slightly, and then regained its balance.
"Boom!" At the moment when the car body had just returned to a balanced state, the gunner fired another shot. On the position not far away, a Destroyer was penetrated by this shot, and was instantly blown up due to the explosion.
Fragmented.
Because it has an advanced fire control system, the hit rate of the electromagnetic tank is quite high while traveling. The hit rate is more than 80%, not to mention that the two sides fighting now have no problem in hand-to-hand combat.
On the position, electromagnetic tanks and destroyers were almost fighting face to face in bloody battles, and the distance between the two sides' firing might have been less than a hundred meters.
In fact, right next to the Destroyer, which was martyred by the explosion, a soldier from the Airanshir Empire ran into a group of sweepers holding explosives.
The huge explosion made him feel the tremor of the earth inside the car. It was not a grenade, but a blasting explosive used by engineers, and its power was naturally even more terrifying.
There would be nothing left at the explosion site except a large crater, but the large crater with a diameter of ten meters was covered by the swarming sweepers in just an instant.
"Boom!" Just as he watched the friendly infantry and dozens of times the enemy perish together, his tank was hit again by the incoming energy group.
"The magic defense barrier energy is exhausted! The magic defense barrier energy is exhausted! It needs to be recharged..." The computer prompts repeated over and over again in the headphones, but at this time no one was in the mood to care about its noise.
Without the protection of the energy barrier, their tank could no longer hold on for long. He gritted his teeth and desperately opened the hatch cover. He wanted to find the Destroyer who opened fire on them as soon as possible.
Leaning out his body, he seemed to be able to hear his own breathing on the battlefield where bullets were flying everywhere. He glanced at the battlefield filled with thick smoke, and there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere.
Finally, he found the potential threat. There were at least three Destroyers over there, aiming and firing at them.
"Ten o'clock! Turn the turret!" He ordered loudly, and then he felt his turret begin to rotate.
"The attacks are coming so frequently that the threat computer can no longer determine the trajectory of the incoming attacks! This thing is almost useless!" the gunner shouted loudly as he prepared to take aim.
Even though the equipped weapons are optimized as much as possible, many equipment problems will still occur on complex battlefields. There is no way around this. After all, equipment is just equipment.
"Boom!" As he watched, the Destroyers seized the opportunity and fired at the tank he was on. As he was reversing the electromagnetic tank, two shells hit the vehicle body in an instant.
Both shells hit the front armor of the car body. The violent explosion caused him to fall down and sit in the car. For a moment, he couldn't find the east, west, northwest.
"The sensor is damaged! The sensor is damaged! The extent of the damage to the front armor of the car body cannot be identified! It is impossible..." The mechanical computer sound in the earphones made him extremely irritated.
"Boom!" The gunner fired a shell. He didn't know whether it hit the target or not. He struggled inside the vehicle and tried to climb out, but he felt that his tank had been hit again.
"Ah! My leg! Something hit my leg!" The gunner's scream almost caused his eardrum to break.
"My shoulder, damn... not my shoulder... my arm is gone!" Although the driver's voice was not loud, there was a hint of despair.
"What the hell!" He took over the control of the gunner, adjusted the turret slightly, and pressed the trigger to fire. His tank shook slightly again, and among the sparks flying everywhere, he looked around through his commander.
Looking through the scope, he saw the image of the Destroyer exploding.
"Medic! Medic!" He heard his own cry and wanted to open his mouth, but found that everything in front of him became illusory.
His thoughts were brought back to reality by the solemn music. The young man, neatly dressed in military uniform and with the Higgs No. 3 Valor Medal on his chest, put down the wine glass in his hand.
This fine grape wine is really like the blood flowing on the battlefield. It is thick and has a fishy smell that makes people despair.
It seems...there is only the fragrance of fine wine, only the faint smell of perfume, and only the melodious melody of the cello.
No gunshots, no screams, no roar of explosions, no desperate last words could be heard.
He walked onto the podium and stood with other soldiers in uniforms, holding his head high and receiving warm applause from reporters and ladies.
"Lieutenant Liu Ke, commander of the No. 113 tank of the 502nd Independent Tank Battalion, performed outstandingly in the defense battle of Highland 3321 on the surface of the planet Higgs 3. He is specially awarded the Imperial Silver Eagle Medal!" A major solemnly said from the brocade
From the box, a shining medal was taken out and handed over to the general in charge of awarding the medal.
The major general with shiny epaulettes personally hung the medal on the chest of the young man who walked up to the podium, and returned the military salute with a smile: "Congratulations, young man!"
Liu Ke, who had already raised his hand to salute, raised his chin and responded loudly: "Long live the Empire!"
The major general lowered his saluting arm and shook hands with him on the way: "Thank you for fighting bravely for the empire!"
"Long live my emperor!" Feeling the dense flash lights, Liu Ke tensed his muscles and replied solemnly. These flashing lights made him seem to see countless artillery fires swaying in front of his eyes, making his whole body nervous.
