Chapter 782: Aid (on)

"What happened?"
Roger Mousse came to the forefront of the team and asked the company leader, who was frowning.
Krenz was very surprised that the head of the team appeared here.
"It's just that the track is out..."
Roger Mousse noticed that a tank was paralyzed at the forefront of the team. This is the MOU-2 tank assisted by the New California Republic. It is a heavy armor with a tonnage of 34 tons.
As one of the most elite field troops in the empire, the 23 heavy armored regiments were given priority to these aids. However, although these armours were excellent in firepower and protection, the frequency of failure of the suspension system due to design problems was very high.
So that the logistics staff called it "the hammer killer".
"There are problems that we cannot spend time solving now, especially in such places."
Roger Mousse interrupted Krenz. He could see the armor. It was clearly completely anchored, and one side of the track was scattered on the ground.
"Does anyone here understand what is'emergency'?"
Roger Moose's tone is very serious. He was born in a military family, and his fathers held important positions in the Imperial Army. This is why although he has very little practical experience, he can still occupy important positions.
"We have a mission, how can we be delayed by such a stupid mechanical failure on a tank? It's really not the time for the broken track to be broken, even if the track is broken, this tank happens to be the leader of the Vanguard column. That one, it just broke down on this narrow mountain road
on! The space here can't even accommodate two tanks in parallel! Forget it, why should it be blocked at the bottleneck? Still turning around! "
Nowhere to vent anger made his face reddened, and even the people around him could feel the burning flames burning him.
"Can't you move?"
Roaring for a while, Roger Mousse calmed his anger slightly.
"It seems like this, we have to push it away with a cart..."
"Pushing this long way?"
Roger Moose's tone is full of sarcasm, this road is three kilometers long!
And to push a behemoth of more than thirty tons, Roger Mousse didn't think the cart could do it, which was a meaningless waste of time.
"After the launch? Sooner or later we will leave it behind! No, you will blow it up for me now, and I hope to move on within five minutes!"
The authority of the head is unquestionable.
Soon there were condemnations from the paralyzed tank, and Roger Mousse watched Company Commander Krenz slowly walk back to the front of the team.
He could see that the captain's pace became stiff because of his inner displeasure, but it was his duty to call this difficult decision.
He firmly believed that he had made the right decision. The casualties of the Mihir line increased every second, and the position shrank every moment.
The meaning of Admiral Eugene is already clear: Mount Mihir must not fall, everyone must drain the last drop of blood for it.
Although the weather and time are on the side of human beings, the dawn of victory is still out of reach. The Oaks will seize any little hesitation, tear the gap of the defense line, and penetrate the entire Grand Canyon of Witriel, Go straight to Tyre.
Roger Mousse knew his mission well, and it was his mission to complete it.
So he will definitely finish!
Company Commander Krenz executed the order, and the explosion sound when the tank was destroyed was heard from afar.
But it took 10 minutes instead of 5 minutes for the tank to start moving again.
Roger Mousse whispered a few words, he did not return to the flag car cockpit, but stared at the night ahead, watching the raised dust leaving spots on the tank, while trying to control his emotions .
He didn't want his men to see his gaffe.
The only thing he was thinking about now was the delay time. Their regiment had to reach the defense zone at the scheduled time at a much faster rate than it is now.
He was worried that when he arrived he found that the war was over, and his children would ask in the future:
"Father, what did you do in the war against Oak?"
At that time he can only answer:
"Boy, I was so happy with the tank!"
Just thinking about it made his face flush with shame. He was determined to let the 23rd regiment continue to advance, for the victory and glory of the empire, and to prove his own value.
Suddenly, all kinds of noisy voices sounded there again.
Like all regimental command vehicles, his tank is at the center of the entire advancing unit, so his communications with the entire regiment must be as stable as possible, if not foolproof.
With more than half of the regiment still on the trail, the leading tanks had to slow down again.
"Damn!"
Roger Mousse hammered the top of the turret hard, frowned at the severe pain, and then descended into the hatch.
The inside of the tank is filled with the roar of the engine and the noise made by the vibrating metal, but compared to the outside, he can hear the sound from the headphones more clearly here.
As he was about to start scolding Krenz, the other party opened his mouth.
"Colonel, we have just discovered a fork in the road leading to the depths of the canyon."
"How wide?"
"Enough to accommodate 3 light tanks, could it be stuffed into 4?"
"What about signs of enemy activity?"
"Not found, sir, but there is a very steep curve on the road, we can't detect it deeply."
Roger Mousse hesitated, he was in a dilemma.
If he does not follow this path, he will not be able to catch up in time and cannot participate in battles that desperately need his armor, which is his negligence.
Keep going, the delay caused by this road is estimated that only the Father knows how long...
"Turn me off!"
He ordered:
"I ask you all to remain silent!"
The team stopped~EbookFREE.me~ The engine was turned off and the thick smoke was raised, making a harsh noise.
In less than a minute, the entire regiment had no movement at all, only the soft noise from time to time during the cooling of the metal.
"Company Krenz."
Roger Moose said to the car radio:
"I ask you to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the route inside and out. If there are green hides there, I hope we can find them."
"Sir, IMHO, the current sight and weather conditions are not..."
"This is my order, company commander! Execute immediately!"
After speaking, Roger Moose waited, depicting the war he missed in his mind, hoping that the green skins were tired and did not continue to attack Mihir Hill.
The more he thinks, the more he feels he is wasting time now.
Even if there are really a few orcs ambushing there, what can they do?
After all, most of them have gathered on the front of the Mihir line of defense.
Twenty minutes later, Commander Krenz reported:
"There is no hostility, Colonel, but my personal suggestion—"
Very good, no green skin.
Even if they do, they will choose to stay where they are if they use half their brains to think about it.
Even if they are stupid enough to attack, their number cannot constitute a threat.
This is simply impossible!
Making this decision is simple, there is only one choice.
"Keep going!"
Roger Mousse ordered:
"full speed!"
It was very risky to do this late at night, but the road conditions were clear, and the rocky valley gave them an excellent range for the entire battlefield.