Orc Tyrant

"Head, what's going on here."

The sound from the communicator filled Miviman's ears.

"Approaching."

He replied, staring at the screen.

"I haven't seen dried shrimps yet."

"Then we continue to maintain the attack formation, that's it."

"Row."

Miviman's voice was low and steady.

"It's okay to ensure that you can fire at any time."

"I see, it's a big deal this time."

He didn't respond with the concluding remarks, and the roar of the machine filled the silence that followed.

The interior of the car was dark, and his breath cast a mist of water on the lens of the periscope.

Squatting in the cabin for six full hours, breathing the circling air, moving space is less than half a meter.

Everything is so familiar, he can hardly imagine other forms of warfare.

As the first group of Ouke armor mechanics, he didn't know when his job gradually changed from manufacturing to combat.

After appearing in several wars, Guk separated him and his armored team from the Iron Fist Corps and became a direct-affiliated guards armored force.

"Guk Second Claw"

This is their slightly weird designation, but as in the literal sense, they are a powerful weapon, a physical extension of Guk's left arm mechanical claw.

And their task, naturally, is to tear the enemy apart and crush the enemy.

Miviman is one of them. He is the captain of the Third Assault Group. He has more than one hundred heavy armors and one hundred skilled armor mechanics under his command.

Compared to the past, his current car is a Grak-type assault tank, which is named after one of the most core vassals of the overlord.

Like its own name, this tank is a brutal guy. Its name is a metal warhead, an ugly big box made up of tracks, armor, and protruding barrels.

A flame cannon protrudes from the turret carried on a high altitude, and another large-caliber smash cannon is installed on the front of the car body.

The Blaze Cannon is a large-caliber howitzer that can fire explosive shells and artillery rockets. It is a sharp weapon for anti-infantry and anti-bunkers.

The smash gun is a vehicle that mainly deals with the enemy. Its caliber is not large in Oak’s view, but it is a very complex and advanced electromagnetic gun. The smash gun is generally installed on the Maoge warrior, but Through his own efforts, Miviman made this door killer miniaturized and able to be carried by track armor.

Perhaps the design of carrying two artillery pieces for distinguishing purposes is too stupid in the eyes of humans, but this is the best performance of the Oukes' straightness.

Whatever is needed, then add something. As for the mechanics, it is the foolishness to obliterate thinking and creativity.

Not only that, there are also two rapid-fire guns located on the side gun positions on both sides of the tank.

This caused the Grak-type assault tank's tonnage to soar, almost to the point where even Ouke felt it was too cumbersome. For this reason, he could only make sacrifices from another aspect.

There are a total of six members in the car.

The main gunner and his companions were squeezed in a little space in front of the commander's position, so close that Miviman could pat each of them on the shoulder with great effort.

The drive unit and ammunition inventory of this machine occupies most of the car's space, and the side gunners are handed over to the smaller butts, who are separated by the crawler cover on both sides of the narrow central compartment.

The front gunner and loader are shrunk in the wedge-shaped space behind the front armor, just large enough to prevent them from being killed by the shattering gun’s recoil.

Entering such a small machine is undoubtedly a torture for Ouke, who is relatively large.

This kind of human-machine effect is probably the same as murder in the eyes of human designers, but Miviman thinks it can be accepted, and most mechanics can also accept it. As for whether the gunners accept it or not, no one cares.

In general, the Grak assault tank is a powerful and reliable, but poorly designed guy.

Its combat artillery has a limited front horizontal firing angle, and the side cannons cannot cover the area behind the machine.

Once the enemy comes to its rear, all armor loses its meaning.

There is a joke among the guards that the Grak-type assault tank is a "suicide weapon" because no one can think of other uses for this kind of machine with all weapons that can only shoot forward.

In this regard, this is very similar to its name.

On the battlefield, you can only move forward, forward, and forward again, without any room for retreat.

For Miviman, this is nothing.

Despite its cumbersomeness and various flaws, it has never failed.

Even the equipment rate of this tank in his squad is more than half. It should be known that although many mechanics are not optimistic about the Grak assault tank, its cost is not cheap at all, equivalent to twice the man-hours and materials of ordinary dirty tanks.

If the Guards hadn't had huge resources that could be squandered, he wouldn't be able to equip such a weapon on a large scale.

Now is the time to prove your choice.

Miviman blinked, removed a drop of sweat in his eyes, and checked the single dot matrix icon on the screen again.

All his machines are there, rolling forward in a line one kilometer wide.

The Grak type, the crusher type, and all other miscellaneous types now form his brigade.

"The command of the overlord is urgent, we have to speed up."

Suddenly, there was a light and fluttering voice in the communication—the human voice

Miviman chose to ignore it, just as he had just ignored the contact signal from the rear flying wing.

To be honest, neither of these have the meaning of responding.

He pressed the unit microphone and flinched when it made a sharp noise in his ears.

"Attention to all, we are on the offensive route, and the expected time to contact Xiami is two minutes, and we are all optimistic about the watch."

Confirmation replies came one after another, and Miviman accumulated their numbers while listening.

"I heard that the walking kids have opened the gap, and there is no shrimp in front."

It was Udo the gunner again, he was resting his head on the breech of the main gun.

Miviman didn't look at him, the screen in front of him was much more important than the gunner's need to use chat to ease his emotions.

"I mean--"

But he continued.

"Just counting this wave, how many tanks are there? Five hundred? One thousand? Fuck, that's just our tanks. I also heard that the ghost fires of the evil sun are also dispatched. So many iron guys can simply roll up. The ground shook to the sky."

He laughed nervously.

"Xia Mi is probably scared to death. They are staying in their nests, but they don't know that we are going to hit them from behind their buttocks."

Miviman was watching the countdown of their distance from the waypoint on the screen, and then pressed the public channel to communicate.