Chapter 461: Steel Beast (1)

The dawn fell on the surface of the Waka rainforest, and the war machine tails began to dry with the dying light, and the dry ground shattered under their tracks, and the dust was flying.
All animals and insects hear the approach of these machines before they enter the field of view, spread out into long lines, or cluster together.
They are like an armored carpet covering the dark ground. This is not a simple army. Such a name cannot touch its essence. This is a cluster.
They come from the entire waste city, which also includes the iron fist gang, and the battle marks on the war machine are like the medals awarded by the great king.
Walking among them, there are warriors of Mao Ge who have obvious signs of repairing. They have made strides, signals are transmitted between each other, and although they are not visible, they fill the surrounding space.
Behind the moving clusters, the boys waited in camps full of loud noises from loudspeakers.
Almost no one spoke, most just waited and listened.
The results of planning, preparation, and coordination that will take several days are about to unfold. Some kids twitch muscles because of excitement, others just stare at the air, and their eyes are brewing storm-like fighting enthusiasm.
Guk has issued an order that all the kids must participate in the attack in the early morning. The goal is to destroy all the strongholds outside the Wushan and end the war.
"Hammer, what's the state."
The voice from the microphone filled the ears of the mechanic boy Miveman.
"Very good, approaching."
He replied, staring at the screen glued together.
"No enemy observed."
"I'm behind your side, confirm."
"confirmed."
Miveman's voice was deep and steady.
"Today is a good day to fight."
"Yes, good luck, Hammer."
He did not respond with an end of call, and the roar from his machine filled the silence that followed.
The body was very dim. His breath cast a layer of water mist on the periscope lens in front of him. He sat in the cabin for a whole hour and breathed the turbid air. The movable space was less than three meters.
Everything is so familiar that he can hardly imagine other forms of warfare.
His machine was originally excavated from a muddy underground, and the kids all disliked it because it had no wheels and no speed, but there is no doubt that Miveman discovered its usefulness and invested a lot of effort to transform it. He prefers these reliable steel camels to violent and unstable fast assault vehicles.
However, don't be fooled by its appearance, this machine is a brutal guy.
Its name is Iron Hammer, a big ugly block made up of crawlers, armor, and protruding barrels, and its head is assembled into a beast with protruding fangs.
A giant combat cannon protruded from its turret carrying a high altitude, a large-caliber rapid-fire gun was mounted on the front of the body, and two revolver guns were located on the secondary gun positions on both sides of the tank.
There are a total of eight Oaks in the car body.
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 without any effort.
The engine and dànyào inventory of this machine occupy most of the space in the car body. The farts who control the side guns are separated by crawling hatches on both sides of the narrow central compartment. The front gunner and loader shrink in a wedge shape behind the front armor plate. In the space, the size is just enough to prevent them from being cannon.
Killed by the recoil.
This is a reliable but poorly designed guy. Its combat artillery has only a limited front horizontal angle of fire, and the side guns cannot cover the rear area of ​​this machine.
This means that once the enemy comes to its rear, its armor loses its meaning.
There is a joke among the drag racing party group. The reason why the big dirty tracked car is a "meat shield" is because no one can think of all the weapons that can only shoot forward and have other uses.
For Miveman, this was nothing. The Hammer made him survive many conflicts and wiped out many enemies in the process.
Despite being old and flawed, there has never been a problem with it since the renovation was completed. If he had a home, then the hammer and cramped cabin would be.
Nervous guys have been whispering in dark corners, although Miveman doesn't like them, but when the communication system fails, they are the only way to communicate with the surrounding friendly forces.
He blinked, took a drop of sweat into his eyes, and checked the icons on the screen again.
The machines he knew were all there, rolling forward in a two-kilometre line.
The execution number, the conquest number, and all the other big and dirty vehicles now form his armored assault group-they are the crusher, the destroyer, and the unstoppable war iron felt.
In fact, they have about 300 heavy armored vehicles. They come from a single body or from a certain gang, but now they are directly under the command of the overlord, which means that some formal things have been broken. This weapon showed strong interest.
"You guys are too slow."
Soon, there was a fluttering voice on the communication channel with many noises. This was a drag racing leader. In the past, he especially liked to use his own speed to play tricks on the dead brains.
But now he chose to ignore it, to be honest, it didn't make sense to respond.
So he pressed the car microphone, and he flinched when it made a sharp noise in his ears.
"All attention, here is the Hammer, we are on the right route, and the estimated time to contact the outer defense of the stink guy is five minutes."
Confirmation replies came one after another, and Mi Weiman accumulated their numbers while listening. His chariot is one of the few equipped with high-power wireless communication equipment, so it naturally became a command vehicle of a group of ten assault teams, of course. It would be another matter to listen.
Fortunately, the mechanics are not as stingy as the kid, and generally can command.
Miveman stared at the display. Even if a machine was still moving and showing a signal, it did not mean that its occupants were still alive.
Sometimes the enemy’s dànyào will penetrate the armor and directly kill the internal members. Sometimes the liquid fuel will create a terrible fire in the car. When he encounters a tank, he will continue to drive out with the occupants who have died inside. Hundred meters, because the driver's dead hands are still pressed against the engine's handle.
"How many of us are there?"
The gunner was speaking, and he was resting his head on the breech of the cannon.
He didn't look at each other, and the screen in front of him was much more important than the need to use chat to relieve tension.
"I mean--"
He continues.
"On this trip, how many machines are there? Fifty? One hundred? Two hundred? Mao, that's just these big dirty cars. I heard that the generals are also dispatched. So many iron guys can roll up. Shock the ground into the sky—"
The gunner laughed nervously.
"Do stinkies regret that they have temporarily won a battle?"
Miveman was watching the countdown of their journey from the waypoint on the screen, and then he pressed the external horn button.
"All attention--"
"I said, was it because of the stupidity that we ate before, or did they say they would be even more stupid?"
"Zìyóu shoots, anything that appears in front of him is the target, repeat, start the weapon, zìyóu fires."
The gunner ignored by Miveman sat upright, twisting his shoulders and neck, and the simple protective gear on his body made a sharp friction when squeezed together.
"If they are not stupid--"
"idiot."
Miveman opened his mouth, leaning forward, his eyes stuck to the periscope in front.
"what?"
"Fill and then keep quiet."
A second later, Miveman felt the thump of the artillery breech closing.
bàozhà, burning, the first shot is just temptation.
The gunner's inability to keep his mouth shut does not affect his memory and his skill in operating the main gun.
"The mist has not become thinner."
The former gunner was speaking, and Miveman could almost hear the other party trying to suppress his excitement. He glanced at the green light that was spinning above his sight and pressed the microphone switch.
"Razor, this is the Hammer, what can you see?"
"No, it looks like nothing."
The voice came, short and clear~EbookFREE.me~ but they were there, I know. "
Mwyman nodded, and the Drag Team's reconnaissance team was half a kilometer ahead of them, spreading out and observing the enemy's trail.
"It's getting hotter, it's getting hotter..."
The neurotic boy's mutter never stopped.
"Cross the barrier."
Miveman took a slow breath, reading the long seconds as he exhaled. In front of him, the main gunner leaned forward on the cannon's sight and flicked his thumb off the trigger.
"Okay, let me light it up."
Meviman looked at the red haze in the field of vision ahead and whispered:
"Fire."
The artillery pulled the trigger, and the misty world instantly became bright.