Chapter 740: Tide of Hellfire (2)

Boom~!
A heavy armor rushed out of the sea of ​​fire-Benedict Empire could not make heavy tanks, but they made as few as possible a half-track armored vehicle capable of carrying an artillery with sufficient deterrent.
When the machine hit Wicken before killing the wreckage of the tank, he twisted to the side.
The body hit the mecha with enough force to break the armor.
Click!
In a metallic scream, he fell, feeling filled with flashing warning lights.
Wicken hit the ground and plowed a trace, and it took more than ten seconds before he stopped and started to get up.
At this time, the barrel on the roof of the half-track armored vehicle is turning faster and faster.
Wicken quickly dragged a leg out from under his body. There was oil on the ground, leaking from his steel shell, and black spots dripped on the dirty muddy ground.
In his sight, the enemy's muzzle was blurred, the boys were spreading out on the slope, and their muzzles began to aim at the armored vehicle that launched a near suicide attack.
Finally, Wicken stood up.
The red warning light colored his vision, his shield disappeared, and he felt the piston flex and the gear rupture. They were like broken bones and shredded muscles.
But he rushed up.
"Waaagh!"
The monotonous mechanical sound leaned out of the horn. He couldn't quite remember what his voice was like, but it should not be so boring.
The weapon of this armoured vehicle fired first, and bullets spewed out from the rotating barrel.
The side of the valley disappeared, rocks, dust and shrapnel spread into roaring clouds, and the shell spilled from the armored car's shell and fell like raindrops on its body.
The Rockets boys persevered for a moment. They were twisted and deformed by the rounds of bullets biting into their bodies and fell to the ground one after another.
Wicken started running towards the armored car that was slaughtering the Rocket Boy. He didn’t think about why the other party didn’t attack him first, because he turned off his voice sensor when the first shot fired, but he could still hear the turn. The sound of the machine gun.
It shook the darkness filled with liquid in his coffin and drilled into his head like the roar of a steel dragon.
He raised his hands and opened fire, and from the edge of his vision he saw his two sneaky big gun boys moving, trying to run out of the firestorm that stirred the hillside.
They will not succeed, the cannon that has been roaring is easily unloading the uncovered boys.
Seemingly realizing that the threat was approaching, the semi-tracked armored vehicle turned back, the track tip shattered the stone below, and the main gun also turned completely to point to Wicken.
He was about to fire--
boom!
The cannonball hit his chest.
The flames engulfed his vision, he staggered, and the charge stopped.
The impact of the shells passed through him, and blood penetrated into the cold coffin that wrapped him.
Then more shells hit, and the sharp buzz made his world seem to fall into another kind of silence.
A part of him, the part that was tempered and grown for war—perceived everything, and was not impressed to record.
But in fact, the main gun of the semi-tracked armored vehicle did not shoot at him. If that was the case, he might have died. The fire was a parallel large-caliber heavy machine gun on the turret. Its ammunition was heavy, but it was not enough to destroy it. His armor.
But they can still beat him back and kneel on the ground, smashing his sensors to make him blind.
They are not intended to kill him, their firepower is to suppress him until the main gun is firing, and then break him into fragments and plasma.
The moment is coming, and with every second he pauses, the inevitable reality is coming.
Wicken started to get up and held his fists high, and the bullets made a muffled sound as they exploded on the surface of the forearm armor block.
His sensors were blurry, full of damage and various wails.
Later the shooting stopped, he took a step forward and his vision was clear.
The half-tracked armored vehicle stopped the already-burned barrel and dragged fire along the hillside towards him. They seemed to intend to destroy him in a more direct way.
Wicken took another step, and the damaged engine wailed as he began to raise his weapon.
He used his will to release the rocket in the back, but nothing happened, only the blank feeling of sparks shining from the damaged connection.
Suddenly, a wedge-shaped Oak motorcycle emerged from the sea of ​​fire behind the half-track armor, and the burn marks left its mark on its rough metal surface. Wicken saw the tail flame of the rocket engine flicker in the ash-filled air.
"I'll do him!"
The voice of a motorcycle kid called through the microphone, and as if this sentence was a command, the speeding motorcycle fired all the weapons, including the rockets that had been prepared.
boom!
A black smoke exploded from the rear of the half-track armored vehicle-which happened to be its most vulnerable part.
The huge machine staggered, and its tracks turned for a moment before finally resting.
When the car shook and stopped, the flame spread from its back, but it was not dead, not yet.
All of its weapons are firing, sweeping the ground around it, like a semi-blind warrior trying to repel the attacker, the driver inside seems to have the same zealous fighting spirit as the Oks, they are fighting to death .
Wicken continued to run, not feeling the damage to his body getting worse.
For other kids, this action is stupid. It is not ideal or realistic.
But he no longer looks at the world with these eyes.
He was the steel in his heart, and he could feel more than before, more than when he was alive.
He is a weapon, and the weapon only lives on killing.
Boom!
He collided head-on with the half-tracked armored vehicle, jumped onto the leaning body at the front, and lifted the iron fist.
A sudden shot hit the fort, and a mass of molten metal splashed out.
The explosion also hurt him, and his armor plate cracked and foamed, but Wicken failed to realize that his fist slammed into the injured body, grabbed the loose metal and fired his thermal weapon.
At that moment, he saw that there were two people in the cab, or that "people" were inappropriate, they were all burning, the flame was licking every inch of their skin and hair, but they still clenched their weapons. fighting.
Even when the roof of the car was lifted, they were still fighting the surrounding "enemy".
In a blink of an eye, the world fell into white silence...
Fighting has been fought from early morning to late night, a day that is difficult to describe in words for the two warring parties.
Humans have never expected that Ouke’s firepower could be so strong that despite their extensive arrangements and construction of a large number of fortifications and tunnels, they still lost more than 20,000 soldiers and 70% in the first wave of attacks The first line of defense facilities-originally estimated that this figure will only reach 40%.
After the engagement, the front-line troops were completely on their backs. They used the terrain advantage ~EbookFREE.me~ to continuously attack the advance of the Oak forces from the side or the rear. Everyone's thinking is not that the position is untenable, but How many Oke backs can be pulled.
So much so that on the first day of the battle, Yushkin had to put in two reserve teams, and such a team used one less.
On the side of Ouke, the situation was unexpected. Guck originally thought that the battle would end in a day, but he really did not count this time.
The terrain of the gorge cut all the troops into pieces, and humans are cunning and do not confront them at all. They constantly drill out of the secret mouths like ant holes, and then put cold guns and cold guns, or they are a dozen people. Be a bait, attract the brigade to the valley, and then detonate the mines inside, and pull all the Ok to be buried together.
What's more, humans have also made a lot of wizards, often doing some "ghost hitting the wall" tricks in the canyon, making the boys dizzy and even shooting at themselves.
Guk has always believed that the artillery bombardment, the kid can solve all battles, but this terrain gave him a problem, the artillery bombardment was okay for the first time, but the more the back, the more useless, shrimp one by one They all turned into mice, desperately drilled into the hole.
Of course, the boys also chased those holes.
But humans have thought about this for a long time. They all made the holes very narrow and small. It was convenient for them to walk by themselves, but it was a bit of an effort to let the larger circle of Oake get in.
After a hard day, not only did the boys fight very hard, the equipment loss was also very serious, not to mention the armored vehicles, not to mention the scrap iron gang and even more than half of the damage-only three-thirds when the boss Wicken was dragged back One's torso.
Although Guk intends to let them wear out in the battle, it is not at this speed. If this is the case, he will have no scrap iron tomorrow!