Chapter 464: Steel Beast (4)

"what?"
The captain of the rage said in a suspicious tone:
"You can't see anything, but there is something outside?"
"Prepare your weapon, no matter what you think now, prepare your weapon!"
There was another turbulent electric tone in the talker, and the call was suspended.
"The razor calls the hammer, what is the order?"
The second car in the squad finally appeared, but Miveman could hear nervousness and uneasiness in his voice.
The other people in the car group have the same feeling as him-heavy depression, and the sour taste of adrenaline, they will have this feeling, but no one except the silent car group knows what this means what.
Beside him, the gunner was whispering to himself, praying to Mao.
"All units."
Miveman paused.
"Prepare your weapons."
The once comatose nervous boy was shaking again after working overtime. He raised his head, sat upright, and put his hand on the glass.
He felt a low vibration, like the rhythm of the engine, and the ground vibrated with heavy tracks.
"I heard something..."
He whispered, and Miveman turned his head to look at him.
The nerve boy knocked on the skull on the table, raising his voice and saying:
"I heard something."
He turned his head to find that the captain was looking at himself, his eyes full of puzzling, and the nervous boy nodded at him.
"Can you hear them? They are outside, not far away."
He paused.
"It's close to us."
Mi Weiman did not speak, turned around and began to toggle the talker switch.
"Close to me."
The nervous boy shook his head, as if trying to shake the smile down, nervousness and exhaustion flooded his body.
Miveman leaned forward, leaning his head on the armored glass he had been staring at for several hours. He glanced at the observation slit in front of him. The dense fog enveloped them again, covering everything in a huángsè. When he When he was about to turn his head to look at the neuro boy, he saw something moving in the thick fog.
"fury."
He said carefully, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Did you see anything?"
"No."
There was a noisy voice in the intercom, a bit like a harsh scream.
"But they are nearby, right?"
Miveman held his eyes steady and looked at the blurry glass. He felt cold.
Today is a strange day.
The thought floated across his mind like a cold echo of a misunderstood sign.
"It's really strange."
The gunner murmured as well, and Miveman heard him tossing more switches.
"Some voices came from the microphone, you listen."
Mivman increased the volume.
After a second, he heard what Captain Rage said: a low noise undulated after static interference.
He leaned against the microphone again, and the sound came and went, like a slow wave hitting the shore, or the sound of a beating heart.
"fury--"
He spoke, but then he saw it again, and it emerged from the dense fog, just like marine life floating up and breathing before diving into the water.
He saw hard corners and dark, unpolished steel, which was approaching, within 100 meters.
When he moved his gaze forward, something in the fog caught his eye—
He didn't know what he had just seen, it was too vague, and after just leaving a residual image, it disappeared into the fog.
He turned the periscope back, and the mist in the distance beyond the mound thickened again.
He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
What is it?
Miveman felt his skin cold.
If it is... a figure...
No, that's impossible.
unless……
His hand fell on the microphone.
"Rage--"
He said so, trying to keep his voice calm, and there was always a crackling sound in the microphone.
"Are you in front or behind?"
"Front... probably? I seem to be able to see you..."
Captain Rage's voice looked tired because of tension.
"How far?"
He had just asked, and the mist dispersed along the mound in front, revealing the mottled body of the rage and the front of it—
A figure was standing less than a hundred meters in front of the rage, motionless, as black as graphite, and the dust of the withered earth spilled from its joints and armor plate.
It is not a human being, nor even a beast of humans. It is like a semi-mechanical man, but there are a lot of blood vessels and tumors on his body.
A demon-like machine, and it stared straight down at the rage.
"All units!"
The roar came from Miveman's throat, but it was too late.
The Wrath was destroyed in an instant.
The molten metal jet blasted from all directions of the body. The huge armor bàozhà opened when the jet penetrated its body. A ball of fire flew out of the dead tank and hit another nearby. It turned to the side, like a doll pushed down by a child.
Then the semi-mechanical devil picked up its large mouth weapon and opened fire.
In the blink of an eye, a red neon jet penetrated the fog and touched the right skirt of the rear razor, and a bright white ball emerged out of thin air.
When the bright light penetrated his retina, Meviman twitched his head away from the field of vision.
The Iron Hammer trembled under the bàozhà shock wave coming from the stack, and there were many voices yelling around him, yelling in the microphone, filling the small tank cabin.
He tried to wink, trying to eliminate those bright flares that were imprinted in his sight.
He could see many figures moving on the screen past them, and the red threat icon was rising from below the ground, coming towards him...
The outside world was circling with thick smoke and blood-red flames. The clear vision in front of Miveman could not be maintained for a few seconds. When he could observe, he saw death rise from the ground and walked up to take his life.
Some slender black outlines moved forward with the bulky figure of the roaring mechanical demon.
They started firing, and the spiral lightning flashed past, striking the victory with a blow in the distance, and crawled over its armor.
A deputy turret was detonated in one blow, the ignited fuel and broken metal were scattered, and the broken corpse of fart spirits.
Mivyman's eyes flickered with the dizzy pixels, the screen flickered, and the image was constantly spinning, and the external microphone was hissing, like a chorus of dying crows.
He took a breath and it tasted like electricity and metal.
"Fire!"
He shouted that the main gunner was still shaking his head, his eyes blinking hard behind his eyepieces.
"I can't see."
The main gunner said so.
"Fire! Immediately!"
Mivman's roar was similar to howling, the main gunner touched the gun controller and pulled the trigger.
boom!
In a huge roar ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the cannon jumped back sharply, and Miveman felt that Hammer's front gun also fired after a second.
The shells fell blindly, burrowed into the ground and then detonated. The dust was lifted high into the smoke. He saw the enemies on foot-a twisted combination of machinery and flesh.
The loader is loading shells into the smoke of the cannon.
"Go forward, at full speed!"
He shouted again, he was no longer watching the screen, it was useless.
This is a disaster, a completely crazy disaster, but he has not lost, this is certain.
Although he could not see the location and identity of the remaining units, the enemy's surprise attack was also very thorough, leaving them nowhere to escape, and no way to escape.
But he hasn't lost yet, nor has the Hammer!
Tomorrow the first 10 o'clock!