Chapter 1053: Soul of Burning Steel (Part 1)
“Undead Pest, confirm the status of the unit.”
The sound from the microphone filled little Ruspel’s ears.
"Approaching the waypoint."
He replied, staring at the auspicious screen.
"No enemy observed."
"Attack formation one, confirmed."
"Confirmed."
Little Ruspel's voice was low and steady.
“We are in attack position.”
"Good luck."
He did not respond with the end of the call, and the roar of the machine filled the ensuing silence.
It was dark inside the car, and his breath fogged up the periscope lenses. He stayed in this closed cabin for six full hours, breathing filtered air, with less than a few inches of room to move. They were all so familiar that it was difficult for him to imagine other forms of war.
His full name is Haysen Ruspel, but because of his father, Colonel Kent Ruspel, people generally call him Little Ruspel. (You can go back and read Chapter 91)
His father was a tank soldier. Naturally, when he became an adult, he was also thrown into a pile of steel and rough men.
Little Ruspel's father had served in the regiment for nearly forty years. Before his retirement, he was the commander of the 5th Armored Assault Regiment. This also made Hesse Ruspel a little embarrassed when getting along with his colleagues.
After all, he didn’t want him to regard him as a relative, so he even used a fake name when he first entered the military camp.
In the end, he won everyone's respect through his personal charm and trustworthy combat ability, and became a glorious commander——
His machine is a An old Malcador heavy tank. This model is said to be named after one of the most important courtiers when the emperor was still paralyzed.
There is no doubt that this gentleman must be a model of excellence in all aspects.
However, contrary to its name, this tank is actually a brutal guy.
Its name is Undead Vermin, an ugly block of tracks, armor and protruding barrels, a battle cannon protruding from a turret high on its back, a large caliber The crusher cannon is installed on the front of the tank, and the two laser cannons are located on the side gun positions on both sides of the tank.
Generally speaking, there are a total of six members in the car. The main gunner and his companions are squeezed into a little space in front of the commander's position. The distance is so close that the commander can take pictures of everyone without effort. shoulders, while the machine's drive unit and ammunition inventory occupied most of the body. The side gunners were separated by crawl hatch covers on both sides of the narrow central compartment, and the front gunner and driver were huddled behind the front armor plate. The wedge of space was just big enough to prevent them from being killed by the recoil of the Crusher cannon.
It is worth mentioning that his father was the captain of this car back then.
This thing is like their family heirloom in a sense.
Although it may sound a bit strange that a tank has been passed down for two generations, but in any case, this is still a reliable, but bad-tempered guy.
And its design also has some problems. Although after long-term improvements, the shooting range of Malcador has been improved to some extent, but the high and low shooting angles of the front are still not as good as those of conventional tanks such as Leman Russ. , and the side guns cannot cover the rear area of this machine.
Once the enemy comes to its rear, the armor loses its meaning. There is a joke among the officers that the Malcador is actually an "assault tank" because no one can think of such a tank. There are other uses for a machine whose weapons can only fire forward.
But for little Ruspel, that was nothing.
The Immortal Vermin allowed him to survive the war at Armageddon, scoring several kills in the process, and even combined with other vehicles to knock over a greenskin mech, although both It's old and has all sorts of flaws, but it's never had a problem.
If he had a home after leaving Nessen IV, it was the cramped and rusty cabin of the Immortal Pest.
"This is the latest combat order from the Chapter Master."
Little Ruspel blinked, wiped a drop of sweat from his eyes, and checked the unit icons on the screen again .
He is the company commander now, and his three tanks are there, rolling forward in a line two hundred meters wide. From a more macro perspective, the armored forwards of the entire Astral Knights formed a battle line nearly one kilometer long, including Leman Russ, Chimera, Land Raider, Sikaran battle tanks, and all other miscellaneous items. type, forming a terrifying metal iron fist
Then he pressed the unit transmitter and winced when it made a sharp sound in his ears.
"All units of the second company, here are the undead pests. We are on the offensive line. The estimated time of contact with the enemy units is two minutes."
Confirmation replies came one after another, little Ruspel Listening and looking after the bird fortune teller.
Even if a machine is still moving and showing identification signals, that does not mean it is in good condition.
Sometimes tanks will have various problems, such as breakdown, line failure, etc.
"How many people can be heretics this time?"
The black-skinned gunner who looks like a green skin is leaning his head on the breech of the battle cannon. Little Ruspel did not look at him, the screen in front of him Much more important than the gunner's need to chat to relieve his tension.
"Just counting this wave, how many machines are there? Throne, I also heard that the Titans have also been dispatched. The rolling of so many iron guys can shake the ground to the sky."
The gunner then laughed nervously.
"The Knight Mecha is not a Titan, the Titans are much bigger than them."
Suddenly, the correspondent turned his head and corrected the gunner.
The gunner then reached out and slapped the opponent on the head, almost knocking his hat off.
"Say it as if you have seen a Titan!"
"Hey! What are you doing! I really saw it, at Armageddon——"
Ignore After hearing the chatter of the crew, little Ruspel was watching the countdown of their distance from the waypoint on the auspicious screen, and then pressed the external microphone.
"All units——"
"I asked, are those heretics stupid? They flew straight down from the sky like this, do they think we can't see them?"
"Activate Weapons, free fire, anything without friendly fire marks is a target, repeat, activate weapons, free fire."
"If they are not stupid-"
"Shut up!"
Little Ruspel said, leaning forward and placing his eyes on the observation window in front.
“Huh?”
“Load the artillery, and then keep quiet.”
A second later, little Ruspel felt the heavy closing of the breech of the artillery. Click sound.
He did not have to check whether the gunner had memorized the mission briefing. His inability to shut up did not affect his memory or skill in operating the main gun.
This is why they have been able to work together for so many years.
"The smoke is not thinning, these Cadians. They are frightened and should not have released the smoke bombs so early, which will cause them to lose vision before the enemy."
small Ruspel glanced at the rotating green light on his sight and pressed the regimental microphone switch.
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(End of this chapter)