Chapter 783: Aid (middle)

Hundreds of tanks that were still in silence were suddenly burst into roar, full of hunger for battle.
The roar echoed between the rock walls, converging into a whole, and the noise changed constantly.
The armored soldiers are rushing forward by the torrent of steel. Roger Moose sat down against the heavy machine gun on the turret, watching the rock wall pass by on both sides.
Then he saw the exit on the cliff on the north side.
"It's just close!"
He thought to himself:
"Just pass there and get there."
Out of sight, the path plunged into the void of the Passion Star, glowing crimson night, and hundreds of meters from there were swallowed by darkness.
He looked at the gap with confidence, believing that he had made the right choice and was the only choice.
The flag car quickly drove through the gap, and he turned to look at it until the gap disappeared into his vision.
Roger Moos continued to face the rear until he thought that the entire regiment had already left the canyon before turning around and heading forward again, preparing to order the armored forces to accelerate. He should now contact company commander Krenz.
He thought that it was time to let the frontline troops know that he was coming.
"There is an ambush!"
"Enemies! Turn! I let you—"
"Sir! Sir!"
Suddenly, the pot exploded on the radio.
Various reports and curses poured into his earphones like a tide, and the vocals gradually shattered and filled with fear.
Roger Moose toured around quickly, only to see a line of chariots neatly walking through the night.
"What happened! Don't mess up! Report one by one!"
But then, he heard the sound from a distance.
He heard the consequences of the mistakes he made, which was the sound of mechanical collapse, which gradually overshadowed the engine sound, enveloped the entire regiment, became closer and closer, and finally became visually visible The scene appeared in his eyes.
He saw the collapse of the armor and the Oaks who engulfed the entire regiment.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
The scenes of terror are getting closer and closer, and the hustle and bustle on the battlefield seems to have some meaning.
The sound of the collision of guns and machines with the chilling and angry monsters sounded like a burst of raging laughter.
It is not an ordinary ambush force that storms from the mountain to the 23 heavy armored regiment.
Its scale exceeded Roger Moose's imagination. He could not judge the establishment of the enemy army at all. He only saw those war machines entering the battlefield with the large troops. The flag flying above was a pale iron fist clenched with a battle axe.
The heavy fist of the Iron Fist Legion suddenly strikes and smashes the human face.
The super-heavy dirty truck tank squeezed the smaller vehicles aside and ran over the enemy soldiers who could not dodge them.
They are called "battle fortresses", almost the size of giant rocks on the cliffs, and their shape is very twisted, like a barbaric behemoth. The secondary guns of these tanks burst into roar. Smoky, it looks like an arsenal will
It has turned into a machine that can move and bring destruction to the enemy.
Immediately following the "Battle Fortress" is a more terrifying monster-General Mao.
Roger Mousse has heard countless stories about it, but he laughs out loud every time.
When he saw the appearance of these machines with his own eyes, he only mocked them.
Look at its rudimentary design: the barbarian shape made up of a bunch of metal plates spliced ​​together, the arms formed by stacking various useless weapons on the brain, and the image that imitates their gods. The two horns that go up, this only one bit of artistic creation is so brutal
Poor people.
But now he couldn't laugh.
Although Mao's warrior will be smaller than Mao's King Kong, it is enough to scare Roger Moose, who has never contacted a Titan-level unit at a distance.
The enemy's Titan is now in front of him. What's worse is that there is no shadow of the human Titan in his vision.
Only a few high-level officials knew about the evacuation of the civic temple forces.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
In all directions, from top to bottom, the green tide roared towards Roger Moose, and a powerful aura crossed the herd and knocked him to the ground.
His lips trembled unceasingly, and the whole person became numb with fear.
His soul seemed to leave his body, watching his reactions like an unconscious outsider, his jaw splayed slightly, his eyes widened greatly, his hands drooping weakly beside him, no trace of breath, except watching The green skins can't do anything outside their troops.
The destruction of the sound of low guns shook the night sky.
Some lower but more unpleasant noises entered his ears, and he realized they came from his own headphones.
There was constant screaming on the radio, and various retreat and counterattack commands were mixed.
At the same time, he also repeatedly heard his name, which was an inquiry at first, then turned into a request, and eventually turned into a lot of curses.
Roger Mousse recovered, blinked a few times, sorted his thoughts and said to the headset:
"All combat units listen to orders!"
He found that in his voice there was a kind of firmness and confidence that he had always lacked. After all, he had no other choice.
"All combat units listen to orders!"
He shouted again with the strong tone that a commander should have:
Then he saw three heavy tanks cooperate with each other to try to attack the nearest Mao brother, they are "Fire Sword", "Iron Bell" and "Iron Virgin".
Roger Moose is familiar with their members, who have much more war experience than him.
At first he was worried that they would disobey his orders, but now he is silently praising their autonomous actions.
The three vehicles moved away from the large green-skin force, turned the turret to the rear of the vehicle, and fired at the enemy alternately with extremely high shooting frequency.
Their shells converged into a powerful shock wave and smashed General Mao's body. The front armor of it fell apart, and several steps back.
But soon the giant machine started to move forward again, and the footsteps made the earth tremble.
It lifted the cannon on his left arm and began to vent his anger.
A cannonball hit the top of the "Fire Sword", and the ammunition depot and fuel tank immediately followed the martyrdom, resulting in a larger explosion. The entire tank exploded.
At the same time as the fire opened, Gu Ju raised his right arm and pointed it at the "Iron Clock". At the end of his arm was a hook that was larger than the crane used by the port crane~EbookFREE.me~ It punched Cut into the side armor of the tank, the harsh scratching sound of metal cutting through the metal penetrated the night sky.
The tank shook violently in extreme pain, as if the meat on the chopping board was ravaged by giant claws.
It didn't take long for the behemoth to discover the crew, and then the screams of people also joined the metal chorus, and blood spewed out of the tank.
The Battle of Mao Brothers did not manage the third tank. A leading dirty car tank solved this problem with its crushing power.
It rushed to the side of the "Iron Virgin" and stuck it dead, and Ouke's infantry swarmed up, knocking on the tank's armor frantically until a boy brought a hammer to break the armor.
"All combat units listen to orders!"
Roger Mousse said in his hoarse voice, his voice became weaker and weaker,
"All combat units..."
Finally, he had no strength to make the last sound.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
He doesn't need to say anything. In a very short period of time, the army of Ok engulfed the entire 23 regiment, dispersed and destroyed the troops, and even the canyon itself seemed to have joined the torrent.
Roger Mousse ripped the headphones off, ignoring the crying and request.
The forces that resisted Ouk were fighting with the company as their own unit, and there was no coordination at all. In the face of the elite iron fist army, they were completely covered by scorpions.
They couldn't stop this green tide, they just lived for a little longer.
The strong wind kept approaching Roger Mousse.
In a trance, he heard the machine gun being used by his men firing.
But he didn't care anymore.
A giant beast over ten meters tall stood in front of him. Now he is too numb to feel ashamed of himself.
All he can do is pray.