Chapter 1021: Siege(5)

"Head, what's the situation here."
　　 The sound from the communicator filled Miveman's ears.
　　 "Close to."
　　 replied, staring at the screen.
　　 "I haven't seen shrimp yet."
　　 "Then we continue to maintain the attack formation, that's it."
"Row."
　　Mivman's voice was deep and steady.
　　 "Guarantee to fire at any time."
　　 "I see, this is a big deal."
　　 He did not respond with the end of the call. The roar of the machine filled the silence that followed.
　　 The body was very dark, his breath cast a mist of water on the periscope lens.
　　 Squatted in the cabin for six hours, breathing the circulating air, moving less than half a meter.
　　 Everything is so familiar, he can hardly imagine other forms of warfare.
　　 As the earliest batch of Ouke armor mechanics, he did not know when his work gradually changed from manufacturing to fighting.
　　 After making a splash in several wars, Guk stripped him and his armored team from the Iron Fist Legion and became the direct guard armor force.
　　 "Guk's Second Claw"
　　 This is their slightly quirky designation, but, as it seems literally, they are a powerful weapon, a physical extension of the mechanical claw of Guk's left arm.
　　 And their task is to tear the enemy and smash it.
　　 Miveman is one of them. His identity is the captain of the third assault brigade. He has more than one hundred heavy armor and one hundred skilled armor technicians.
　　Compared to the past, his current car is a Grak-type assault tank. The name of this model comes from one of the core vassals of the overlord.
　　 Like its own name, this tank is a brutal guy, its name is an alloy warhead, a big ugly block composed of crawlers, armor and protruding barrels.
　　 One flame cannon protruded from the turret that was carried on a high place, and another large-caliber crusher was installed on the front of the car body.
　　 Flame artillery is a large-caliber howitzer, capable of firing blasting shells and artillery rockets, is a weapon of anti-infantry and anti-bunker.
The smashing gun is mainly used to deal with the enemy vehicles. Its caliber is not large in the eyes of Ok, but it is a very complicated and advanced electromagnetic gun. The smashing gun is generally installed on the Mao brother, but Through his own efforts, Meviman made this killer miniaturized and can be carried by track armor.
　　 Perhaps the design of carrying two artillery pieces for the purpose of distinction is too stupid to humans, but this is the best performance of the Oaks' straight nature.
　　What needs to be added, as for talking about a very versatile thing, for the craftsmen, it is a fool to obliterate thinking and creativity.
　　 Not only that, there are two rapid-fire guns on the sides of the tank.
　　 This led to the soaring tonnage of Grak-type assault tanks, almost to the point where even Oak felt too bulky, and he could only make sacrifices on the other hand.
There are six members in the body of the car.
　　 The main gunner and his companions were squeezed in a little space in front of the captain's position, so close that Meviman could shoot each of their shoulders with effort.
　　 The machine's drive unit and ammunition inventory occupy most of the body space. The side gunners were handed over to the smaller buttholes. They were separated by crawling on both sides of the narrow central compartment.
　　 The front gunner and loader are shrunk in the wedge-shaped space behind the front armor, just large enough to prevent them from being killed by the recoil of the smashing gun.
　　 Entering such a small machine is undoubtedly a torment for the relatively large Ouke.
　　 This kind of human-machine effect is probably the same as murder in the eyes of human designers, but Miveman feels that it can be accepted, and most craftsmen can also accept it. As to whether the gunners accept it, no one cares.
　　 Overall, the Grack assault tank is a powerful and reliable guy with a bad design.
　　 Its combat artillery has only a limited front horizontal firing angle, and side guns cannot cover the rear area of ​​this machine.
　　Once the enemy comes to its rear, all armor loses its meaning.
　　 There is a joke among the guards. The Grak-type assault tank is a "suicide weapon" because no one can think of such a machine that all weapons can only shoot forward and have other uses.
　　 This is very similar to its name.
　　 can only move forward, forward, and then forward on the battlefield without any room for retreat.
　　For Miveman, this is nothing.
　　Although it is bulky and has various defects, it has never had a problem.
　　 Even in his squad, the equipment rate of this kind of tank is more than half. You should know that although many craftsmen are not optimistic about the Grack assault tank, its cost is not cheap at all, which is equivalent to twice the man-hours and materials of ordinary dirty car tanks.
　　 If the Guards had not huge resources to spend, he would not be able to equip such weapons on a large scale.
　　Now, it's time to prove your choice.
　　Miveman blinked, removed a drop of sweat from his eyes, and checked the unit icon on the screen again.
　　All the machines under his hand were there, rolling forward within a one-kilometer line.
　　Grak type, crusher type, and all other miscellaneous types now form his brigade.
　　 "The command of the overlord is urgent, we have to speed up."
　　 Suddenly~EbookFREE.me~ There was a light voice in the communication of human voice
　　Mivman chose to ignore it, just as he just ignored the contact signal from the rear flight wing.
　　To tell the truth, neither of these has the meaning of responding.
　　 He pressed the unit microphone and flinched when it made a sharp noise in his ear.
　　 "All attention, we are on the offensive line, and the estimated time of contact with shrimp is two minutes, all optimistic about the table."
　　 Confirmation replies came one after another, and Miveman accumulated their numbers while listening.
　　 "I heard that the walking boys have opened the gap and there is no shrimp in front."
　　 is again the gunner Udo, who is resting his head on the breech of the main gun.
　　Mivman did not look at him. The screen in front of him was much more important than the gunner’s need to use chat to relieve emotions.
　　 "I mean"
　　 But he continues.
"In this wave alone, how many tanks are there? Five hundred? One thousand? Fool, that's just our tanks. I also heard that the ghost fires of Evil Day were also dispatched. So many iron guys can roll up The ground shook to the sky."
　　 He laughed nervously.
　　 "Shrimp is estimated to have been scared to death. They are staying in their old den, but they do not know that we are going to fight out from behind their buttocks."
　　Mivman is watching the countdown of their journey from the waypoint on the screen, and then presses the public channel to communicate.