Chapter 742: Tide of Hellfire (4)

"But I thought we were alone,"
Kolobanov said that this day's battle made him both physically and mentally exhausted.
"It looks like things have changed."
Qiao gibberly responded.
The captain felt his chest beating and a stream of warmth ran through it, as if heaven opened a brand new door for him, and the sunlight shone through it.
"That doesn't necessarily mean they came to help us, you have seen those weirdos, right."
Joe continued to speak as if he had heard Kolobanov's hope.
"They are humans after all."
Kolobanov knew who Joe was talking about—those who came from across the ocean and talked about all kinds of grotesque talk, let's just say that.
He doesn't care what those people's worldviews and beliefs look like. As long as they are willing to bring help, there is nothing to demand.
But Joe is different, he is a devout believer, he can not tolerate some of those people's remarks, such as-
atheism.
He does not intend to explain more to his gunner on this issue.
"Have you heard anything from the command, lieutenant?"
"We didn't receive the communication after we came out."
Joe finished, then paused.
"We have to go back to the bunker, and if it drags on, there is a high probability of mechanical failure. Don't expect to get a trailer at that time.
"Then don't wait, leave."
They trudged through dry canyons, forming a loose triangle formation in the cold moonlight, and raising dust behind them.
In front of them, a thick yellow-brown fog is slowly approaching, blocking the moonlight like a wall. The climate of the canyon is so impermanent. As soon as the sky is clear and cloudless, the mist will rise immediately.
Kolobanov closed his eyes for a while in the dark car cabin with the light hole closed.
His eyes were sore as he stared outside through the slits and sights, and from time to time he increased his perspective to the night sky.
Those false stars and comets, and fire lines through the night.
No matter who is above the canyon, they are pounding each other through the around them.
what does this mean? Reinforcement? rescue? retreat? victory?
He saw hope when they first saw the flash in the sky, but he also wanted to believe that his first war was over. He felt that what Joe said might be closer to the fact that the new stars in the sky both It may be a sign of hope, or it may be a sign.
"We will be back in the mist in a few minutes."
Elek said back in the driver's seat, then turned his head to look at the captain.
"Head, how far is it home?"
"Almost... half an hour."
Erik shrugged, although Kolobanov couldn't see him.
"The road conditions are bad now, and we will not be too fast."
Kolobanov didn't answer, and the low sound of the machine surrounded the cabin again, shaking him in the noise.
After a few minutes, as Eric said, the thick fog swallowed them.
At first it seemed like there was a cliff of dense fog gradually expanding above them, and then they were surrounded by them, and they quickly passed the lens of their periscope, rolling like sediment deposited on the bottom of the river.
Kolobanov controlled his own instinctive fear.
For a moment, it was like they were sinking rapidly in the deep, dirty water.
The fog is a little too thick.
He focused his attention completely on the periscope, trying to identify the location of the other two armored attachments. Although his car was equipped with radios, after all, the two sides were not a command system.
Under normal circumstances, they will spread out and rely on the car radio to keep in touch, but because one of the light tanks is hobbling on a damaged track, they are as close as possible to each other.
The small formation advanced another ten minutes. They crossed the road strewn with the debris of the fortification, through the blown metal frame, through the puddle full of solidified sludge.
The sound of the track and the exhaust gas disappeared into the thick water vapor like pus.
No one speaks, neither in the vehicle, nor on the radio.
The only noise was the hissing sound of the engine driving the tracks and the breathing of everyone.
"Parking is required."
The radio suddenly rang, and the sound made Kolobanov jump.
"there is a problem?"
There was a crackling sound on the radio, and then the voice of the captain of the tank with damaged tracks came back.
"The sound of the track has changed."
He said, his voice full of exhaustion.
"Maybe the metal is a little tired, I will let the hammer go down a few times."
"Ok."
Kolobanov finished speaking, swallowing his tiredness.
His mouth seemed to contain sand, and there was pain in the back of his eyes.
"Okay, that's it, as soon as possible."
He blinked, shook his head, and tried to regain his attention.
So he opened the communication channel:
"All vehicles, stop for five minutes and stay alert."
The second light tank confirmed the order, but he failed to hear them clearly. He felt like he was going to fall forward.
With a chill, he jerked himself back into his seat again.
He had to find a way to stay awake, so he spent a while trying to figure out where they were, performing calculations, and comparing the terrible landscape they passed with the glowing map on the podium.
It's no use~ EbookFREE.me~ After calculating the distance for the second time, he found that his eyelids were shaking.
He must be sober...
He must...
Suddenly, Kolobanov's eyes widened, his head raised sharply, and hit the upper door.
The severe pain drove away the residual image of a dream. His head was not only painful from the impact. He swallowed and tried to clear the bile from his mouth.
Because No. 41 shuddered.
Kolobanov froze.
Is that true? It's not like a vibration when the machine is running, but like the ground beneath them is shaking.
He slowly turned his head to Joe, and the gunner was asleep, sleeping soundly. He pulled the black hood up and his eyepiece was resting on his forehead.
Maybe that's not true? Maybe it was just a reverberation of his dream that had not completely disappeared?
Kolobanov felt like someone had nailed a nail to his forehead. Under the instinct, he carefully turned on the radio.
"Does anyone else feel it?"
No one answered, he repeated it again.
Again, that tremor came again.
Joe changed his posture, but did not wake up.
Kolobanov has opened his external field of view, pressing the eyepiece against the viewfinder.
The outside world hasn’t changed much-it’s still a high wall made of thick, rotating fog, exposed to a somewhat faded white-green field of vision, opening and closing in the dark, like opening the door briefly, revealing the door behind it corridor.
Somewhere in the distance, a light spot blooms with heat, spreading and disappearing in the dense fog.
A second later he heard the rumbling explosion.
Kolobanov switched to a normal perspective, and after a heartbeat he saw a shape of orange light, leaving snowflakes on the retina.