Chapter 460: Iron Armor Torrent (6)

At this moment a roar of engines came, and the Ironhooks rolled over the trenches as if they didn't exist at all.
It smashed the sandbag, crushed the stone chalk, and hung in front of Zigapor with a huge body, blocking the firepower from the shooting hole above.
"Hurry up!"
Zigapor slaps Fālèng's Aoer Ge, and the other party immediately wakes up and grabs the battle flag that fell on the ground.
They ran towards the Ironhoof and then hid behind a safe hood.
The tank used its overweight dead guns to fire at the remaining multi-barrel cannons, knocked them into parts, and washed every inch of the ground with hail-like firepower.
Bàozhà's high-explosive bombs shook the ground, and Zigapor and Aoerge climbed to the top of the ladder, and then leaned out of the battle deck covered with blood and dirt.
The enemies who ran out of the bunker realized that those people had climbed into the vehicle, and it was too late. They ran to the place where they ran out, and as long as the chariot continued to fire, they would be driven away from the fort and let them Exposed to firepower.
"Roast these bastards, guys."
"Yes, it's barbecue time!"
The captain's voice came out of his horn, looking a little crazy.
He hit the throttle directly, the Ironhoof rushed towards the main fortress, and the multi-barreled machine gun group was crazy to tilt the massive dànyào on its armor plate without causing any substantial harm.
"Waaaaagh!"
The mechanic captain growled and directly inserted the spout of the flamethrower into the enemy's shooting hole, then pulled the fuel valve.
Boom~~!
In an instant, the screams of the enemy and the blazing flames sprayed from the shooting hole, and the heat wave even rolled onto the rear deck, almost smashing the Zigapor and Aoerge from the car, but fortunately they jumped in time car. There were also three shooting holes at the same height above their heads. They watched these shooting holes with caution, but none of them dared to fire.
Zigapor looked at the distance. The main force of the first iron fist finally passed the enemy's bombardment zone. It seemed that they had lost an overweight armor, but at such a distance, he could not see which car was off the chain. Too.
Most of the enemies have been killed, a few enemies are running, he can’t see more specific signs of fighting, but Robz ran aside, roaring like a lunatic, using his gun stock to put the enemy dǎdǎo On the ground.
The severely painful boy Orp, standing in front of a beggar who begged for mercy, took out his "surgical tool". Zigapor turned his head before the other party began to torture the guy, not wanting to see this disgusting sight.
The remaining machine guns of the enemy have now turned into a pile of burning rubble, and the shells were exploded and crackled in the flames.
The sound of the battle weakened, and from the thick smoke, he could see many veterans running away from the front line, being chased by the garbage truck and the kid following him.
Outside of the position of the machine gun fortress, the Warship is turning to the blood-stained siege under siege by the enemy, and is constantly firing to smash those enemy troops that are still trying to destroy this overweight armor.
Facing the breeze blowing on the battlefield, Zigapor heard a faint celebration.
He took the blood-stained battle flag from Aoer Ge and let it flutter high in the damp wind. He hoped that this signal would enable the boys to gather.
"The gangster in front is over and the road is clear."
Five seconds later, the hatch of the Ironhoof was opened, and the head of the mechanic captain came out, which also brought forward information.
"Tomorrow Ba mainly concentrates on attacking the biggest fortress, now we can rest, temporarily."
Just then, a roar came from the camp several kilometers away, approaching the trenches cleaned by them quickly.
The engine screamed, then crossed Zigapora's head and ran straight to the towering rock fortress one kilometer away-Fort St. Loma.
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of noise, followed by a sharp noise, smoke rising from a destroyed turret, and the other two rockets disappeared from view when they flew over the top of the fortress.
In a short time, continuous bàozhà and broken voices came from the fortress.
The Ironhoof also fired one last shot, the loud noise passed through the swamp, then completely silent, and after a few seconds, the horn above sounded.
"Tie it off, work!"
Zigapor and his remaining boy climbed onto the chariot's boarding ladder, the chariot made a round, and then slowly drove away from the broken fortress that was still smoking.
The Hawk scout scouts chirped in the air, recording everything that happened below.
A team of kids came over, tucked a large amount of zhàyào into the rest of the bunker, and then quickly left.
A few seconds later, a bàozhà sound, a dull sound came from the depth of the bunker, the flames erupted from the bunker's shooting hole, and quickly spread to the top, a huge fireball exploded on the top, with three layers The building was high, and metal and stone fragments scattered everywhere.
The original very strong defensive facility was overturned, and then heavily inserted on the ground.
The Beast-Humans abandoned it and were taken away by Ok, but they took it back again. This time Guk was determined to destroy everything on the path, including the villages and fortresses they built.
The lack of grass and the absence of tiles is the core goal of Guk's expedition.
The battle continued until the end of the evening, and the strongholds and bunkers of the Wäiwéi defense line of Saint Spears were all removed. The land they had regained at a great cost was lost with more sacrifices in a short time.
After cleaning the battlefield, the Okers built the camp directly on the flat land that is only five or six kilometers away from Fort St. Spears, which is completely a performance that does not put the enemy in their eyes, and their combat power today is indeed worthy of this. Performance, although they suddenly possessed many advanced weapons.
The first iron tooth is stationed in the ruins of the bunker captured today. This is not Zigapor's choice, but Guk's request. He also asked all the heavy armor to gather together to prepare for tomorrow's offensive.
The Ironhoof stopped by the destroyed bunker. Rows of captured orcishmen passed under the scornful eyes of Boy Ok, holding his head in both hands and a rope around his feet. These "lucky ones" would It will enter various arenas and become the object of fun for the boys. Generally speaking, the survival time of a slave in the arena is three days.
Zigapora sits on top of a dànyào box on the corner of the Iron Dipper's battle deck. A small bottle of wine that he didn't know where to brew was held in his hand.
His pros followed him, and those uninterested guys still held their guns to practice their hands with the dying stinky guy, and the painful kid Orpora treated them with minor injuries while distributing all kinds of weird medical products.
The loss of the first iron tooth is not great. The only big dirty car damaged is Sheng Nuo, and the reason for its loss of combat effectiveness is not the enemy, but a simple engine failure caused an anchor.
Only the teeth soldiers who went deep into the enemy’s back with Zigapor lost a lot. The battle deck that used to look crowded now seems to be empty, but he does not regret this. A chance to be inserted directly into the enemy’s heart, let go. Not his character.
A big dirty brim appeared from the other side of the chariot. The boss of the fourth fire tooth came over. He was responsible for attacking the north part of the center of the front line, not far from Zigapora. He flew to the top of the fortress before. The Storm boys on the list are the people under his hands, but most of them are folded on the top, some are killed in battle, and some are accidentally injured by firepower.
He boarded the chariot, and shiny leather boots sounded on the metal deck.
"I heard that the boss lost a bottle of wine? Hmm?"
Zigapor shook his head disdainfully.
"Boss has a lot of wine, not worse than this bottle, now I am a little tired, and then this thing can help me a little."
He picked up the wine bottle in his hand, gave him a mocking look, then shook it intentionally.
In fact, this wine is very poor quality, not the kind of good wine should have the taste, but now, this thing tastes very good.
"I heard that the overlord also praised your big dirty car unit."
The boss in the tattered black army coat shook his head and walked to his side. He grabbed his wine from a kid and drank it clean.
"Bah! This is the oil!"
As a result, he spit out half a bottle directly and sprayed the face of the opposite boy, but in the identity of his boss, the boy was also dare to be angry and could not speak, he could only get out of the car in a huff, and he went to find the fart or stink fire.
"Let's go back to your own side and go to make trouble!"
Zigao lazily kicked the opponent's lower leg, just at this time the mechanic captain completed his maintenance work and crawled out of the command cabin.
"Noisy!"
"This bouncing mind is too boring to drink."
The mechanic walked over to grab a wine bottle that grabbed the Huofang boss, pour all the remaining points into his mouth, and then smash it and say:
"What does it drink, what do I drink, is there a problem?"
Obviously he was referring to the iron hoof under his feet.
Huoya boss stared at the other party, apparently did not expect his guess to be correct, this mechanic actually put oil in the wine.
"madman……"
He jumped out of the car~EbookFREE.me~ left scoldingly, and Zigao still lying on the back deck, drinking lazily, the violent factor in his blood has been released in the battle today. It's a good time to rest.
In the distance, the children of the first iron tooth have gathered together to organize a temporary arena to prepare for various "friendly" activities with animal-human captives, including "see who cuts fast" "see who kicks far" "Fun games such as "turn off the lights and touch the blind", the creativity of the kids in this area will always be lacking.
But Zigapor did not have the enthusiasm to participate in these activities today. No matter what kind of battles he wants to fight tomorrow, he is now very satisfied.
The only thing he wanted to do was to think about nothing, lie on the hood, feel the residual temperature underneath, sleep with these steel behemoths, and listen to their pulse in a dream.
Occasionally he would also be cranky.
When the mechanics put the monsters to sleep, are they sleeping? Will they dream?
If so, what are their dreams woven? What kind of secret is in my heart?