Orc Tyrant

This kill is already old for Kaul.

They found a patrol team, found an ambush, and waited here ever since.

The team leader always picks the target, but Kaul does the kill.

Tara no longer questioned his suggestions, but accepted them.

Once the wingman hits the first target, the steel behemoth he drives will penetrate the target from the proper position and blow it into pieces.

The rest is the troublesome part, run away from the remaining enemies.

They have a chance to hit the enemy, but the only goal after firing is to survive.

The wingman is the most exposed target at this time, but like many other things, Kaul didn't bother to take care of it.

Tara stayed back before the start of the ambush. Because the command vehicle was equipped with high-power communication equipment, the energy and heat signals were too obvious to be a preemptive strike, and its weapon was against all medium-sized weapons. Vehicles with large tanks are not so reliable.

It is a backup, insurance, and kills when there is an opportunity.

Sindura’s Shield Guard 2 may be possible, but Kaul’s claw destroyer is the real killer in the team.

Shoot once, penetrate, and run away.

This set of actions allowed them to survive and killed eight Ouke vehicles.

Kaur watched the war fortress gradually approaching Sindura. He was almost one kilometer away from the incident site, relying on infrared imaging and heat signals to track the battle.

The war fortress was a luminous iron block, dragging the trajectory of the burning debris of the dead armor, while the other surviving one scanned a wide range, turning the turret to cover the back of the war fortress.

They did a good job, of course-without hesitation, without panic.

After being ambushed, they kept moving forward, looking for cover and trying to counterattack.

Kaul felt the corners of his mouth twitch, and he almost shook his head at his thoughts.

Of course they did a good job.

After all, they destroyed hundreds of thousands of troops in the New California Republic.

"But here, we are all war machines."

He whispered to himself.

"I can hit that big guy's driving wheel."

The gunner said suddenly.

"We may not be able to kill it, but we can beat it to paralysis."

Kaul felt itchy in the back of his head, and there was something wrong with this ambush: he had overlooked a certain factor or a certain possibility.

He stopped, listening to his breathing, watching the changing colors and stains on the screen.

"Sir?"

"Fire."

He nodded and said softly.

But in his mind, the uncertain itching increased again.

On the other side, Tara was waiting.

Twenty-six seconds have passed since the encounter, and they had waited seventy-two minutes before that.

He knows this, like counting, breathing, as if standing still to hide his tremors.

This is only part of what is being done now.

"Shall we move, sir?"

His correspondent asked suddenly.

"Do not."

He whispered, motionless.

Even with the roar of cannons and engines in the distance, it feels very quiet in the car.

"They must be ready to retreat by now."

"Starting too early, we will be found and then killed."

He paused, turned off the microphone, and then turned it on again.

"I think if we die, we won't be as useful as we were alive."

"Ok."

The correspondent replied that no matter what he wanted to express, he was not trying to say "Okay" anyway.

Neither the gunner nor the loader spoke. They might agree with the communicator, but to be honest, Tara didn't care.

He took them in and out in six missions and nine independent encounters, which meant that when he was thinking, he didn't care what they thought.

Maybe he had better remember the name of the new gunner, Tara thought, turning his head.

The one on the left is called Burns? Or Tan?

He shrugged in his heart, it didn't matter.

Their artillery skills are not very good, and he is not at ease about the maintenance of the gun mounts anyway, they may be replaced sooner or later, regardless of their names.

He seldom speaks now, neither during the mission nor in the refuge.

This used to annoy him for a while, but then he realized that they had had enough.

"You should take a look, sir."

The correspondent spoke again, and he heard his voice trembling, and suddenly looked up at him.

"why?"

"Because we are in trouble."

The Shield Guard 2 shook violently, and the enemy's shells hit a position less than ten meters away from them. They were high-explosive shells, not armor-piercing shells used in general tank warfare.

This also means that this war fortress is mainly used to support infantry advancement.

However, even high-explosive bombs are lethal under a huge caliber.

"It's coming."

The gunner Nika shouted, his head covered with sweat.

Sindura raised his head and looked into the gradually clear infrared vision. The outline of the war fortress was faintly visible, and the heat rushed out of its generator.

He tried to reverse, and the tank shook again.

The enemy rushed straight towards them, and Sindura let go of the power lever, feeling the car body depressed a little, and then pulled it down again.

Something broke, and the track fumbled wildly on the mud-covered wreck.

The Shield Guard 2 has always been criticized for its complicated suspension system. In order to allow more than fifty tons of armor to have sufficient battlefield mobility, it has made great sacrifices in logistics and applicability.

Numerous secondary batteries of the war fort opened fire. Various small-caliber artillery hit the wreckage of the shield in front of the defender. The human armor made noise when the white-hot plastic chalk hit its car body.

"Kaul! My day you--"

Sindura yelled into the microphone, but his voice was drowned in the explosion of metal.

Boom~!

The shell hit the rear armor of the war fort. Smoke and flames exploded outward, and the huge chassis leaped like an angry beast.

Its rear slammed shut in a cloud of smoke, and the gun crew was shaking.

"I hit you."

Kaul whispered, the huge metal block is still alive, but it can't move now.

He then turned on the microphone.

"Run, Sindura."

The main weapon of the war fortress may be back online at any time, and the remaining tanks are also struggling to advance, firing, and flashing after heavy shots hit the ruins around the shield guards.

Kaul looked away.

"let's go."

He said, the gunner murmured confirmation.

Beside him, the correspondent was cursing.

Kaul turned his head to look at him, his ears full of curses.

"what's happenin?"

The signalman stopped cursing.

"Look."

Sindura did, and then he was stunned.

"day--"

In front of Kaul, the front part of the war fortress opened under the push of a piston, and he saw something moving inside, gleaming dimly in the flame.

For a moment, Kaul wondered if the huge metal block was falling apart because of the damage it received, but the burning figure rushed out of the war fortress.

There are ten, ten nightmares made of blunt iron and brushed steel.

Warhammers, battle axes, and mechanical claws blasted lightning in their hands, and the curved armor plate bulged on their shoulders. When they ran, they looked like a pile of iron muscles.

At first, Kaul just stared at them, his gaze locked on the flashing eyes on their faces made of metal.

He felt his mouth moving silently, speaking a word he had heard before but now realized that he had never really understood it.

Ouke overlord guards.