Chapter 166: Imperfect Infantry-Tank Cooperation
“Prepare weapons, go to the side!”
Yarrick roared and waved his pistol, at this time the side of the Machado tank was exposed Under enemy fire.
Driven by him, the soldiers staggered towards the fighting position, now their small arms could come in handy.
The hiss of ignited heavy flamethrowers sounded from high places. As the tanks advanced, the enemy defense lines were burned into a burning hell by huge amounts of fuel.
In the process, casualties also increased with the pace of progress.
One soldier fell down, a dying gasp coming from his throat, while the other soldier screamed on the ground holding a shattered arm.
The battlefield situation seems to be a mess, with weapons firing coming from all directions. Only the most keen commanders can capture the key.
Yarrick is just such a person. On the chaotic front, he immediately discovered that the enemy was running away with his back to the Undead Pest.
Every time the main gun roared, the enemy vehicles trying to reinforce were instantly smashed into a pile of black smoking metal debris. The enemy was obviously helpless against heavy armor.
Miller stood with his soldiers and fired continuously at the enemy with his laser rifle.
The weapon had become hot in his hands, making him feel very uncomfortable.
He hit an enemy, a direct hit, and the guy fell down like a kicked over lamp.
A second later, another enemy was knocked to the ground. He looked much smaller than the others around him and was carrying a bulging sack.
This battle is filled with disgusting aliens, and such killings can create a strong sense of revenge.
The soldiers also played happily.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
His deputy company commander suddenly roared.
"The enemy's anti-tank troops, nine o'clock position!"
Miller turned around and saw a group of bomb boys holding explosive hammers. Under the cover of smoke, Running towards the Undead Pest.
They are clever enough to stay out of sight of soldiers while being careful not to get burned by the side flamethrowers.
If they are allowed to approach, even the armor of the Malcador heavy tank will not be spared.
"Confirm their distance."
Miller said, pointing to the three soldiers. They nodded and leaned out from behind the bunker to get a better shooting angle.
“Ah!”
One of them was immediately knocked down by enemy fire, while the other two flinched somewhat.
But Yarrick suddenly stood next to them, pointing his bolt pistol at them, so they paid attention.
"They are about two hundred meters away, and they are still getting closer."
"Colonel Lucian, Colonel Lucian, do you hear it, do you hear it?"
Yarrick yelled into the radio, but heard no response.
It seems he has no choice but to solve this problem himself.
"Third Platoon, get rid of all those green garbage, don't let them get close to the tank."
As soon as his order was given,
the beam penetrated the entire tank. The air was thick with smoke, and the logging guns began to roar.
Three of those crouching bomb boys were immediately knocked to the ground.
But it wasn't enough, they moved closer to the chariot.
“Kill them, kill them”
Yarick’s voice became hoarse. Losing a heavy armor was no joke - as covering infantry, they would definitely have to do it after the war. Being held accountable. Then two more bomb boys were beaten into pieces, but one of them still threw a lit stick bomb at the Undead Pest before he died.
Thankfully, it didn't end up on the tank.
Unfortunately, it hit the crowd behind the tank that had not yet dispersed.
Boom——!
There was a loud noise, and body fragments were scattered all over the sky by the violent explosion. The people on the tank control tower also stopped firing, leaving only a scream
and then continued to move forward.
On the fierce battlefield, even mourning is a luxury. They can only lower their heads and continue to sprint.
After moving a certain distance, they were close to the green artillery position, and some captured anti-aircraft guns were also deployed here, all hidden in earthen bunkers.
Heavy machine gun bunkers stood on both sides of the trench, while sandbags piled high were as long as the trench itself.
As if they felt they were being invaded, the defensive laser array fired into the air again, heating the air rapidly and making an uncomfortable sound.
The greenskins operating the anti-aircraft guns discovered the enemy attack, waved their hands hurriedly, and then pointed the four-barreled gun barrel at the incoming Makado heavy tank.
Before they could fire, the Undead Vermin opened fire.
Although the greenskins did set up enough cover on the side, nothing was safe in front of the heavy cannon.
An anti-aircraft gun was hit squarely, and all the greenskins inside got on the plane and were torn into pieces in mid-air like rags.
The other cannon was not much better, it was blown to pieces, and everything inside turned into a pile of black smoke.
"Everyone, keep your heads down!"
The remaining anti-aircraft guns immediately opened fire to counterattack, and the ammunition hit several Macado heavy tanks within the firing range like a heavy rain.
Waves of heat streaked across the armor, and the sound of exploding warheads covered up other sounds. Of course, there were also shrapnel flying everywhere that covered the sky.
Facing a counterattack, the Immortal Pest increased its power and continued to move forward. The front armored machine cannon roared and blasted the two anti-aircraft guns further away into a pile of scrap metal.
The infantry are now at the edge of the trench. This time the infantry-tank coordination cannot be said to be perfect, it can only be said to make the casualties look less exaggerated.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Miller bellowed, signaling the direction to his men as the Undead Pest spun its hull around, trying to keep its hull from the infantry. Their movement route, while maintaining line of sight with the anti-aircraft gun positions.
The soldiers quickly moved out of the way in small groups, and Miller asked the remaining heavy weapons support team to hide behind a pile of high sandbags, while he took the other group of people into a crater that served as a bunker.
The team ran to the designated position one after another, but the deputy company commander who was running with the medic was hit by a bullet in the chest and fell down.
Miller glanced at his comrade who fell on the ground, but did not stop - there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, and he must be dead.
Fighting away from a tank is a bad thing, the ground is messed up and muddy with blood mixed with dust.
Miller hid himself behind a pile of smoking ruins and took a look.
At present, only Zheng Yue Rick was still beside him in the command team. He immediately counted the number of people and found that the correspondent was missing.
He looked at the direction in which the tank was driving,
Then a burst of sound came from the small intercom built into the helmet, which was very unclear and mixed with the smell of pain.
This is the voice of the correspondent.
"Sir...I...I'm in trouble"
"The others stay here and don't move. I'll go find him."
Miller left the bunker and ran across the messed up field. The air was filled with weapons coming from the bunker above. Emission sound.
On his right, the fifth company was fighting a desperate battle, trying to knock down the enemies who were trying to outflank one by one, even though they were being massacred by fire from inside the bunker.
(End of this chapter)