Chapter 3193 Steel Teeth and Fangs (Part 2)
"Fire preparations have begun"
Just as Mueller stared at the red-stained sky in the distance and whispered to himself, The polished beast seemed to be whispering a prayer eagerly, its tracks shaking slightly up and down, waiting for the commander to give the order to set off, and then it rushed to the battlefield with a roar.
Then he put his hand on the armrest of the seat and showed a faint smile. Although this "Iron Nail" had not left the production line for a long time, it had accompanied him in countless battles in the archdiocese, crushing Overwhelming countless Tyranid bugs, they kept firing cannonballs at the ferocious alien beasts.
Now there are 6 black rings on the barrel of this tank, which means that it has destroyed 6 large targets. His best record was to kill an evil woman beast.
"What a grind!"
Suddenly, a dull curse came from beside him. It was the gunner Eric, who was also Muller's old partner. He was six years older than him and he had many gunnery skills. He saved them for the first time. Although his bad temper also caused a lot of trouble, he was a reassurance when fighting. After all, if such a veteran who has experienced many battles and has seen many strange and terrifying scenes can still act like If you curse as usual, what else is there to be afraid of?
Immediately afterwards, a young and sharp voice came from the front of the car.
“Why are we wasting time here?”
The driver Meriwether is Muller’s cousin. He should have been able to serve as the commander, but Muller’s mother was really worried. This escaping nephew forced him to study and practice with Muller for five years, and he is now in his third year.
"Cousin, we should rush over and crush those green pests instead of lining up here."
Before Mueller could answer, Eric answered first:
"Young man, then It's because there are already a lot of young boys who have rushed to the battlefield to throw their heads and blood."
Merryweather sighed in annoyance, leaned back on the elastic chair, and crossed his arms. arm, frowning.
“It’s much more fun to fight these green things than to fight bugs. If you miss it, you don’t know how long you will have to wait.”
Mueller shook his head and continued to look at the screen. The distant battlefield was filled with smoke, the thunder was low and deep, the roar of heavy artillery and the weird scream of rockets were mixed together, carried by the wind.
Suddenly, a group of Mechanicus' ornithopters roared past the armored regiment's head. The waving wings set off a burst of smoke and gas on the lifeless wasteland. These ornithopters will approach the enemy. Perform dive and strafing attacks on dense enemy forces.
But just when they were about to disappear from Mueller's sight, two suddenly exploded, another was hit on the wing, and the fuselage began to rotate.
Mueller held his breath and watched the lone ornithopter rising and falling in the air, turning, and diving downwards. At one moment, it was about to fall into the ruthless earth, and at the other moment, it climbed up desperately.
Obviously the pilot wanted to land the plane safely. Muller calculated the distance and route of the ornithopter and felt that its chance was very slim.
But there is no doubt that the sudden attack proves that the greenskins are not far away, and they have been driven here by bombing.
Those three ornithopters were for reconnaissance. Although they did not send any message, their status was already a signal.
In the end, Mueller watched it spin down gracefully and fall into the smoke and dust of the wasteland, and was swallowed up by the vast earth.
Didi!
Suddenly, a rapid ringtone rang, and Muller saw the bright red signal on the screen!
Attack!
"Third company! Assault formation according to the planned direction!" Muller's roar was filled with trembling maneuvers, and then the gears that had been ready to go started turning, and the engine roared and vibrated, like the roar of a beast, and groups of balls Exhaust gas spurted out from the exhaust port, and the sides of the car made a roar like the collision of stone and copper.
When the Dire Lion tank rushed forward, Meriwether was already roaring.
"Come on, come on! Green beasts, let me crush you to death!"
Soon, the engine was boosted to maximum power, driving the silver steel predator forward, charging mercilessly across the barren land.
It is a monster, a strong, heavy, and unparalleled beast, rushing towards its panicked prey in this desolation full of death and despair.
Soon, the sounds of scattered and dense footsteps and the roars of various rough machines could be faintly heard, and the tank regiment had also spread out its wide front. According to the attack plan, the first echelon was the fastest The reconnaissance company, mainly Taurus armed off-road vehicles, and the three tank battalions will form a front triangle formation, with a long diameter of about 15km.
After that, there are Chimera armored vehicles deployed on both wings, adopting a diagonal formation. The left-wing brigade deploys a left-oblique team, and the right-wing brigade deploys a right-oblique team, and together with the front spearhead, they cover the infantry battalion in the middle. and self-propelled artillery.
Soon, they passed the burning wreckage of the ornithopter, and could still see the pilot hanging in the cockpit, whose flesh and blood had been swallowed up by the flames.
In the vague wind and sand ahead, ghost shadows swayed.
The off-road vehicles started shooting and reported the size and number of the enemy. There were many, very many, vehicles, mostly motorcycles and trucks, as well as numerous infantry.
As the reconnaissance company turned to the wings, the tanks were about to face the target.
Mueller stared closely at the observation mirror. He had already heard the roars of those beasts, and——
Suddenly, a group of yellow and black figures struggling with each other appeared in his sight.
The next moment, the sound of gunfire echoed in the air, and the projectiles passed through the earth, tearing apart the rough green creatures.
Howls sounded from the group of creatures. They seemed not to realize what was attacking them. After all, the distance between the two was seven or eight hundred meters, but the sound of the gun warmed Muller's bone marrow, like a cup of intoxicating wine. Intoxicating wine.
"Hahaha! Kill these bastards!"
Eric was still controlling the coaxial automatic cannon to fire continuously, pouring out firepower excitedly, his cheeks seemed to be filled with laughter. twitch.
This is a plain, and the greenskins cannot avoid it, so they can only kill them at their necks.
But Mueller saw something.
"Enemy armor found, Eric, 3 o'clock direction! High-explosive armor-piercing projectile!"
It was a truck made of some unknown stuff, with an ugly picture on the front. The strange face, equipped with two cannons of different calibers, was constantly shooting at the group of silver Terror Lion tanks. There were dozens of greenskins standing in the truck compartment behind it, using their machine guns to shoot at the 2nd Regiment. The armored spearheads fired aimlessly, and some of them fired rockets, but their accuracy was poor.
"Received! High-explosive armor-piercing projectile!"
As the command is given, the turntable-type automatic loader fills the required ammunition into the gun base. The whole process only takes a few seconds. When Muller was a child, he heard stories told by his grandfather. At that time, they drove a super heavy Makado tank. Five or six people had to sit in the car. Because it was manually loaded, there were only two loaders and a secondary gunner. The cabin was very noisy and noisy, so the most important thing for the commander at that time was to have a loud voice, otherwise others might not be able to hear what he was saying, and the loader had the most tiring job, having to constantly carry heavy loads. For artillery shells, it is common for two loaders to suffer muscle strain in their hands after a battle, so the loading efficiency will drop very quickly during continued combat.