Orc Tyrant

After occupying Koons, Guk immediately began to formulate a new offensive plan.

This was not so much a plan as it was a siege. He scattered several legions and launched a general attack on Dunwich from several directions.

Due to the breakthrough of the Po River line of defense, the New California Republic’s attempt to build a peripheral line of defense quickly fell through. They could only temporarily build three lines of defense around the suburbs of Dunwich to withstand attacks from three directions: south, north, and east.

As a result of the previous fierce battles, many troops have been dilapidated and their establishments have fallen apart. The Dunwich Headquarters reorganized these remaining troops and temporarily formed six divisions.

At the same time, the first batch of reinforcements and supporting equipment from the rear has also arrived at the station in Dunwich.

Among them is the latest model of the Shield Defender 2 tank.

"Confirm three goals."

After Sindura finished speaking, he waited quietly, the microphone hissing in his ears.

"Only three?"

A dry voice asked.

Kaul, this is of course Kaul.

Sindura never heard this man say a word outside the squadron’s microphone: Not in the hours of retreat, not in the maintenance room, not in the war of the past few days.

Only here, in the world of the dead, will they talk.

But he also had to admit that the cold-blooded guy made some sense.

Sindura had already seen seven Okee patrols, each consisting of six vehicles.

He turned his eyes to the sight glass again, narrowed the angle of view, and scanned back and forth from left to right.

The mist was thinning, gradually dissipating, revealing the remains of the bombed building surrounding the flat ground, like broken teeth lined up around a rotting tongue.

The enemy bombed this place more than once, razed it to the ground with Xu Jin's barrage, trying to blow out the attackers.

They failed.

He adjusted to the infrared angle of view, and the fog, ground and ruins became a dim environmental heat curtain.

It was still night at this time, and now the fog was thin enough to allow people to see a hundred meters away without the use of infrared viewing angles, but this was not important.

Infrared perspective is the daylight in this war.

The biggest change of the Shield Guard 2 is the addition of advanced sighting equipment and more powerful artillery, so the Sindura can fight at night. In the past, the night was the main battlefield of Ouke.

The heat dissipation of the engines of the three Ouke vehicles that are passing through the flat ground is highlighted in the green field of vision. The yellow highlights indicate that the components are running to generate heat or that the track is rubbing the car body and dissipating heat.

They dragged the gradually cooling exhaust gas, and the engine showed a nearly white stain.

He squinted his eyes to adjust the focus, trying to see if there were more cars moving behind what he could see now.

No, there were only three: a huge vehicle with flat sides crawling between two smaller vehicles, called dirty tanks according to what he learned.

The larger one looked more like a large piece of pig iron than a combat vehicle.

All kinds of artillery and rockets hung messily on both sides of it, and its tracks seem to be thicker than the armor of his own vehicle, or that this thing is not a symmetrical shape, maybe only Oak can make it. This kind of deformed steel monster.

But Sindura would also not forget that it was such a monster that defeated their company and beat them into falling dogs.

"It is confirmed that there are three enemy forces-two tanks and the other is an unknown model. It is very large, has an upwardly inclined front armor, has a large number of irregular weapon groups, and the main gun has a caliber of more than two hundred millimeters."

"War fortress."

Tara's voice cut in.

"I've heard of these things. They are all pieced together from the wreckage of two or even three tanks."

Sindura nodded, although no one could see it.

"They reach the center of the engagement area in about 120 seconds."

"Understood, all units, fired and contracted at the signal sent to the third team."

The microphone fell silent, and Sindura felt his forehead itchy from sweat.

Without thinking, he raised his hand and rubbed the goggles above his eyes.

He took a deep breath to drive away the illusion, and looked into the eyepiece above the steering rod.

The infrared meter is new, the same as the gray-green two-color camouflage on the display screen and on the casing.

For Sindura, this perspective already feels familiar.

"Look at that thing."

Nika said, he squatted next to Sindura, holding the sight, and the internal microphone lengthened the gunner’s voice.

"We can hit the rubbish, but inside they just think we are knocking on the door and want to get in."

"It can also be destroyed."

Sindura knew it was a mistake as soon as he spoke.

"Really? How long have you been driving a car, old man?"

Sindura shrugged and looked at the exposed chain link rattling on the heavy car body.

A precise blow can break the connection between them, causing the vehicle to stop like a stranded sea monster.

Over the past few days, watching the enemy, avoiding the enemy, escaping from the enemy, and shooting the enemy has changed the way he observes the world.

I am not the same me anymore.

He thought, feeling his left hand bends because of the pain in his memory.

After a long period of silence, the gunner snorted.

This time, Sindura didn't reply. He knew that it was best not to reply to most of Nika's words.

The gunner was a bit unhappy about being assigned to this car, but Nika felt that even if he dropped him there, Rignika could find something to complain about.

"They are about to enter the shooting angle."

Sindura calmly watched as the leading tank ran over a bump on the ground, and its main gun swayed to keep it level.

After it, the war fortress crawled forward.

"Aim at the leading vehicle."

"Aim."

"Take a track this time."

"I know, I know, can you shut up, old man? Just do your own thing."

Sindura grabbed the start lever of the vehicle's engine, and he could hear the gunner's breathing through the microphone, and Oak's tank gradually grew larger in his field of vision.

Two dirty tanks guarding the front and rear of the war fortress, he heard Nika taking a deep breath.

"It's tiring."

He whispered beside Sindura, but the captain turned on the external microphone with his free hand.

"Fire!"

There was a thunder in his ears.

Boom~!

He closed his eyes at the moment the gunfire flashed, and his eyes were full of white.

The shell hit the lower part of the tank of the first dirty car, burned through the track skirt, and melted a driving wheel.

The guy's track continued to turn, rattling in the molten metal.

After the tank turned around, its intact track continued to push it and slid a semicircle.

Inside the car, Sindura heard more silent shells hitting the target with heavy blows and explosions, and the armor disappeared in a rapidly spreading flame with black smoke.

After it, the war fortress drove up, pushing the burning wreckage of its companion aside, and the second dirty car tank turned to the side while turning the turret.

Then he opened his eyes, the fire light came in from the observation slit, and the infrared angle of view was also full of beating heat signals. Nika was yelling, tapping the top of the sight with his hand.

Sindu pulled down the start lever, and the tank's engine started.

After that, he pushed it back vigorously, connected to the reverse gear, and the Shield Guard 2 began to reverse from the low building where it had been hiding before.

Sindura can't feel anything, really.

Part of him was controlling the scout car, but all he thought was a sharp grumble in his ears.

It's about life and death at this moment, Oak now knows where they are, and they will see the car lights pointing at them like a finger.

If they made a mistake when planning this ambush, or if their actions were too slow, then they would die here.

At this time, the heavy tank accelerates and reverses.

Go back thirty yards first, then turn.

As he felt the vehicle trembling and leaping in his hands, routine instructions occupied his brain.

Next to him, Nika was still cursing the enemy, cheering for the kill.

"Sindura, the fortress of war is chasing you."

Suddenly, Kaul's voice came from the communicator, as plain and ruthless as a machine.

"Hit it!"

Sindura immediately roared, he suddenly hated the man.

"I'm waiting for the shot."