The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Survived..."

The roar of the main gun still echoed in his ears, but Ruspel did not hear any sound, and he even wanted to sleep.

This need is so urgent and overwhelming, he already feels his eyes are beginning to close, but he can't sleep now.

The gunner fell sideways at his feet, and he could still see the body of the loader lying prone on the bottom of the turret.

Everything was so quiet. The swaying flames seemed to be silently beating against the porthole of a sunken ship. He shook his head to make his head clearer, but it just added some jumping gray patches to his eyes. .

They killed a Waldo destroyer, which is incredible, maybe he will get a medal or other reward.

For example, a beautiful house on the nest, or a farm with beautiful scenery.

But that's all later, and now he must figure out one thing right away...

How long has passed since he lost consciousness?

He looked at the ornithology screen, and when it was reactivated, it was a blank black, covered with rotating color blocks.

As he worked hard, Ruspel Jr. murmured to the machine, begging it to return to normal—he had learned a few prayers from the technical priest, although he didn't know it would work.

But the Mechanical God actually favored him this layman this time, and the bird divination was restored!

It was slow at first, and then as the screen flashed, it showed him the world outside the car.

The large group of heat signals expand and pulsate everywhere on the screen, and he can see the outline of the wreckage, each showing a thick outline under the high heat.

Besides, there is nothing else.

Little Ruspel adjusted the width of his field of view, and then pressed the microphone.

The microphone was disturbed first, then silent, as if waiting for him to speak.

Little Ruspel licked his lips and suddenly realized that his mouth was dry.

"All units..."

He opened his mouth and said:

"This is an undead pest..."

His voice gradually sank, and his company had all been killed except for them. Who else could he say these things to?

Suddenly, from deep in the cabin, he heard a click, like the sound of something metal unlocking.

A moment later, a sweaty face looked up at him.

"Sir."

The gunner's voice became very hoarse, which may be related to his long yelling before.

"are you OK?"

"I'm very good."

The little Ruspel sub-gunner nodded.

"Other people...?" he said.

The gunner shrugged.

"I don't know, sir, it has been quiet for a while since the shooting stopped."

"Are we damaged?"

"No, I don't...probably not."

The gunner sat down and collapsed on the floor.

"But... but the engine stopped a while ago, I don't know why."

The gunner then pushed the loader, and the opponent's lying body moved, but did not wake up.

Ruspel Jr. also tried to move his legs to slide down into the bottom of the turret.

"Can you go to the driver's seat and have a look?"

"I... think so."

The gunner began to crawl across the floor, and the empty shells rolled under him. Inch by inch, he left little Ruspel's field of vision.

Little Ruspel kept the microphone on, while trying to maintain a rhythmic breathing, time passed slowly.

"I have arrived."

The gunner was breathing hard.

"How are people?"

"Stay still, sir."

"Try to wake him up."

"He... he passed out completely, sir."

"Dizzy? Or dead?"

"The man is still alive, but his head is full of blood, throne! There is blood on the console too, sir... he must have knocked his head while firing."

"Then can you see the console?"

"can."

"There is a putter, the red putter on the side of the console, have you seen it?"

"Ok."

"Pull it."

There was a vague click, followed by another, and then there was no movement.

"Sir—"

"try again."

After a short pause, there was another click and another silence.

Suddenly, the undead pest awakened in a tremor when it started, like a wounded beast began to gasp.

"There should be a medical kit on the right side of the cab. You will bandage him."

"I'm doing it, sir."

Little Ruspel coughed then, and as the filter system restarted, it seemed to be burning when fresh air poured into his lungs.

A sense of relief filled him. He looked at his hands and glanced at the flames still pouring in from the armored glass of the observation window, knowing that they must move.

So he slid out of his seat, took a deep breath before entering the driver's seat, and fell into the crawl space under the turret, slipping his foot slightly on the shell.

At this time the gunner was sitting next to the driver's seat, the driver was still sitting on the chair, and the blood dripping from the forehead bandage had dried and turned into a thick brown.

At this time, the other crew members have basically awakened, and are groping for their own positions.

"Sir, have you ever driven a car?"

Seeing little Ruspel driving signs, the gunner asked curiously.

"Ten years ago."

Little Ruspel nodded and lifted the driver out of the driver's seat with the gunner.

"Go and check other people, UU read www.uukānshu.com to see if there are any injuries, and then look at the bird divination and the microphone."

The gunner nodded and began to crawl towards the nearest correspondent.

Little Ruspel got into the driver's seat and looked at the console. It has been more than ten years since he drove the tank for the last time.

There were blood stains on the observation window and the control push rod, and the blood stuck to his hands when he held them.

He looked out through the front viewfinder. The enhanced display had reduced the fire to almost black, but he could see the remains of a machine directly in front of them.

Flames gush out from its hatch, and its front armor has long been turned into a twisted ruin. A steel skull mark is still visible through the soot and flame for some reason, running through the side of the dead machine. side.

Slowly, he switched on the power of the tank, and the Undead Pest began to move forward, very slowly at first, and then proceeded firmly.

"Sir!"

The gunner's voice interrupted his concentration.

"Something is moving in the distance."

Looking at bird divination and microphone. There is a chill in his heart, there are enemies, or another group has come to check what happened to the previous group.

"Buddy."

Franz Lutz's tired voice came from the microphone.

"Reply, not dead pests."

Franz Lutz felt his hands trembling on the console.

"I'm here."

"Thank God, I thought you died."

"We are lucky, we are still alive, yes."

"Has the enemy been wiped out?"

Before Ruspel Jr. spoke, the brief silence had already told the truth.

"We killed the enemy, a Waldo destroyer."

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