Chapter 472: Total attack

The fog was full of noise.
The sound of the three hundred engines was filled with air, and the sound of the door locking was mixed, like a giant beast consisting of metal and rotating gears roaring and waking up.
Miveman ran through the escalating noise, he avoided the buttocks filling dànyào and ran down the smoky corridor between the chariots.
He was still asleep when the microphone began to announce deployment commands loudly. He tried to keep himself asleep by drinking, but it didn't work.
He woke up, thinking of all this coming again, zhàdàn fell, the fog of killing would fill the battlefield, then he recognized the roar of his boss, and then smiled at himself.
All this is coming back, but in a different way.
An overweight armor with a double deadly gun started to reverse when he ran past, almost crushing him.
He cursed, and then moved on, he suddenly longed to fight, very, very longing-he wanted to drive his war beast, let it go, and let him love whatever he wanted.
But he was still running, looking for the figure of the Hammer in a row of chariots.
Every moveable overweight armor will come in handy. There are no exceptions. If he doesn't pass, the Hammer might rush into the fortress of the rogue under the leadership of others.
He won’t let this happen, no matter how tired he is, no matter how clear he is, most armor will become the iron coffin of his crew, he still can’t let his steel beast and car rush in without him. battlefield.
At this moment, he found that he loved all this, the small and closed command cabin, every surging of the engine, and every tremor when the artillery roared.
He was born for this.
"Boss!"
With a sound, he turned his head violently and saw a familiar face.
Half of the body of the main gunner Udo was exposed outside the turret of the Hammer. His blindfold was hanging on his chest, as if he had been peeled off a layer of skin, and the greasy big face showed a smile. , The protruding fangs still hang with leftovers from last night.
"What are you laughing at?"
Udo looked at him suspiciously for a while, his smile trembling.
"Sorry, boss."
He grunted, and looked less concerned.
Miveman shook his head-he didn't get a good night's sleep and was a little irritable.
"It's great to know you want to come with us."
Miveman ignored him and climbed on top of his tank. Many of the paintings on it had long since disappeared and were stripped off in the fierce battle. The patina and stains now dyed its shell like the butcher's apron.
The main gun was cold and silent, and the cover was burnt black by the heat of the weapon itself.
"Hurry back to your place."
He said to Udo, shaking his head at the same time.
"Boss, what did the overlord tell you yesterday? I haven't seen him before. Is it as white as the rumor? Or green and white?"
"Shut up your stinky mouth if you don't want to cause trouble."
"No one can hear you, boss."
"At this time, you should debug the main gun."
Miveman said, half of his body had slipped into the cabin.
"Before you ask more stupid questions-yes, the overlord and I said something, but there is nothing you want to hear, his skin is indeed white, like weathered rock, so you hurry in now , Go to your own."
"Understood, boss, uh, and the Ironhoof also joined the team."
"what?"
Udo shrugged and said:
"The Ironhoof, and the Bloodstained, joined the convoy, and the boss arranged it."
Miveman watched him stay for a second.
What does boss mean? If the two big dirty cars remember correctly, they are the first iron teeth? It's awesome, he's a great ass.
Above his head, the sound of the assembled trumpet sounded in the wind, the lights began to flash everywhere, and everything was shrouded under the twilight-like huángsè, and droves of carts closed the hatches one after another.
"Mivman."
In another familiar voice, he turned his head and found that the Captain Ironshoe was standing on the left.
He was panting, sweat was still hanging on his forehead, and his eyepieces seemed to be put on in a hurry while running, crooked, which almost made him laugh.
"I heard you were in trouble before?"
Mwyman nodded, he didn't smile, expressionless.
"I have solved the trouble-making guys, the boss let us all join the battle, the overlord will also join the battle that has already started, and we can perform well, depending on whether you can manage your steel well. "
"Do you think I can't?"
"Of course not, I just heard that you are a little excited when driving, I just hope you can listen to the instructions when you are excited."
The captain of the Ironhoof snorted.
"Is this what you want, or what are you afraid of?"
"Yes, no."
Miveman said he smiled suddenly, causing the scars to creep on his cheeks.
"I remember when I helped you get the Ironhoof engine, you were always smart, but now you have to listen to me."
He raised his finger to the hoof not far away.
"Go to your car and be ready to go."
When Mi Weman got into the command module, the other crew members were already inside and were undergoing routine inspections of the equipment.
He reached out to close the hatch, and then he stopped and looked at the open space in front of him-the war machine waited under the flashing lights and the harsh horn.
The chariot closest to the gate had already started the engine, the tracks began to rumble together, and the exhaust gas overflowed from the exhaust pipe.
Miveman stared at the screen for a while, until the indicator light above turned green, then he completely closed the hatch, and the Hammer became his entire world again.
"The engine is warmed up."
The voice of the technical deputy came from behind the chair.
"The secondary gun is fixed!"
The shrill voice of the fart jingle followed, and the Iron Hammer lost a secondary cannon. The kid took some time to reinstall the two doors, using the parts of the rage, and the track skirt was fixed again. And picked a few as gunners and repairmen.
"Contact is normal."
The nerve boy with a tin cap on his head also howled, and from time to time he lightly hit the bulkhead with the metal stick on his hand~EbookFREE.me~ There is no problem with the main gun, you can fire at any time! "
"The same goes for the front gun!"
"The flamethrower is in good condition!"
"The suspension is operating normally!"
After confirming that the Hammer was in full condition and ready to kill the enemy at any time, Miveman pressed the switch of the squad microphone.
"All! Follow me, let's go!"
Amidst the crunching friction, the Hammer slowly moved into the mist that shrouded in the morning light like a gauze, and six overweight armor followed.
Farther away, the rumble of gunfire shattered the original calm.
The general attack on Fort St. Spears began.
Thanks to the book friend evil moon comet, marauder, the reward of black wounds! !