Chapter 1054: The Soul of Burning Steel (Part 2)
After pressing the communicator, little Ruspel said softly to the microphone:
"Old drunkard, what can you see?"< br>
“No, it looks like there is nothing.”
The voice of Franz Lutz, commander of the 5th Armored Assault Regiment, came, short and clear.
"But they are there, I know."
The two of them are about the same age, Franz is four years older. They were both born in the army's family area, and they have been mud-digging partners since childhood.
Hearing what his friend said, little Ruspel nodded.
"Pass the waypoint."
At this time, the driver started calling in the cab.
Little Ruspel took a slow breath, reading the long seconds as he exhaled. Directly in front of him, the gunner leaned forward on the sight of the battle cannon and cocked the safety off the firing trigger. open.
At this time, the auspicious device had scanned the target, and a blurry outline representing the enemy vehicle appeared in the fire control field of view.
From the perspective of little Ruspel, it seemed like a faint spot in a bright airflow, which was easy to ignore.
But he never ignores these.
“Okay, let’s light up the lights. The entire unit will listen to my instructions.”
He looked at the billowing smoke in the view ahead.
“Fire!”
The tank stopped suddenly, and as the gunner pulled the trigger, the whole world turned into light.
"Kill!"
The next moment the gunner shouted, and little Ruspel flinched as he heard his roar through his earphones.
He could feel sweat pouring down his skin, and the temperature inside the car rose sharply after the weapon was fired.
At the same time, he could barely see anything that was not directly in front of his eyepiece, and the moisture from his breath had begun to condense on the circular eyepiece.
Outside the body, a stream of steam emanated from the surface of the main gun.
The steam blurred the periscope view, the red icon pointed out the enemy vehicle's position, it didn't move any further, good enough.
"Confirming kill."
Little Ruspel said, the auspicious omen was sounding, and a figure appeared in the mist of green pixels.
"Enemy situation, sixty degrees to the left, fire at sight."
"I can't see them."
The gunner shouted.
“Rotating.”
The assistant gunner started operating according to the instructions, and the turret began to rotate in the seat ring.
"I can't see anything."
Tyra, little Rusper wished the gunner would stop yelling.
Suddenly, the enemy disappeared from the auspicious device, and spots of amber, green and red light danced across the black monitor.
Little Ruspel tried to focus on the auspicious screen, peering out of the periscope, but he couldn't see a damn thing.
Then he turned his attention to the green icons representing silence and death rays on the auspicious device. The entire Fifth Armored Assault Regiment formed a wedge formation, with twelve Malcados as the forward.
The first kill was right in front, a burning Predator, which they could only see because of the heat.
Now that they were unable to determine the location of the remaining enemy troops, they clicked on the earphone on their right ear to switch to communication mode.
"Everyone, call the undead vermin, fire only after visual confirmation."
The two tanks in the company confirmed the order, their voices almost lost in the surrounding chaos. In the noise.
"Where did they go?"
The gunner's face was pressed against the rubber eyepiece of the weapon's sight.
"I saw one."
There was another shout, from the right, from the secondary weapons operator. Young Ruspel glanced at the auspicious auspicious sign and saw the red icons of metal and heat return to their right.
A goal.
"Turn, right, right, right! Aim, forty degrees to the right, the angle gradually narrows, fire after visual confirmation."
The tone of the engine changed, and the turret began to rotate.
“I saw it!”
“Confirm the enemy situation.”
The amber launch cursor is already flashing on the control panel.
“Fire.”
The sound of the main gun firing echoed through the compartment.
“Hit!”
Little Ruspel turned to the periscope vision. He could barely see fifty meters away, and the yellow-brown smoke was like sand in a whirlpool. Eyes turning.
Then switching to infrared vision, the world turned into a gray haze, the heat from the main gun a fading line.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, little Ruspel was surprised to find that the green icon representing the Scythe of Wrath in the company disappeared, and a white heat mark was placed where it originally was. Rotate.
The turret rotated and pointed backwards to the last position of the Howling Scythe. More than a hundred meters away, a pile of metal ruins was burning.
Little Ruspel's fingers slipped a little when he pressed the communication button.
"Call the Howling Scythe."
There was no response. Little Ruspel knew that the Howling Scythe was finished and had been destroyed by the enemy.
At the same time, another Malcador disappeared from the regiment level tactical panel.
It is the Messenger of Justice of the company.
"Damn it! The enemy has at least two unknown destroyer tanks!"
Franz Lutz's roar echoed in the communication channel.
"I finally know why these Cadian people are releasing smoke in a hurry."
"Wait a minute, I think I see something."
Little Russ As soon as Pell finished speaking, his voice was drowned by the sound coming from the port side.
Then the light turned red, smoke enveloped the fire in the cabin, and more sounds and fires were heard, while the gunner continued to scream.
"We've been hit! We've been hit!"
"Shut up! Activate emergency fire-fighting facilities!"
They were lucky that the enemy only hit the secondary turret, so there was no No amount of damage was done, but the gunner inside was unlucky.
But this is war, they don’t even have time to mourn their comrades.
Little Ruspel put his eyes to the eyepiece of the periscope, and the flames illuminated the thick fog, spreading in all directions with an angry red color, as if the air itself was burning.
He blinked and saw the enemy vehicle.
He didn't see the first target clearly, neither of them saw it clearly, but this one is clear now.
The outline of that thing looks a lot like Malcador, but without a turret, it has a rake-shaped front armor, a terrifyingly large main gun in the middle, and two protruding weapons on the side, one of which The whole part was gone, leaving only a black remnant.
The thing only appeared in the smoke for a short time, and then immediately retreated and disappeared, but he was able to confirm that this was the thing that destroyed the Howling Scythe!
"Old drunkard! I found the enemy's destroyer! It's a bit similar to the Malcador, with no turret design and a super main gun!"
The noise on one side of the communicator contained a somewhat surprised reply from the other party.
“This thing is a Waldo destroyer! How can there be such a thing in this place!?”
At this time, the second enemy armor also appeared. It had a prismatic The turret, the ribbed tube with the beam cannon, has a metal skeleton grinning on the front black wrought iron plate.
He knew what kind of tank it was, and had seen this emblem in nearly a thousand images in class.
(End of this chapter)