The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terra calendar, 941.M41

Armageddon planet, subcontinent, gray desert

Three salamander reconnaissance vehicles are trekking across the dry plains, forming a loose triangle formation in the cold moonlight.

Seen from a height, they are moving at walking speed, raising clouds of dust behind them.

In the front, a thick yellow-brown fog is slowly approaching, blocking the moonlight like a wall.

Farek Sommer closed his eyes for a while in the dark cabin that closed the light hole to block the moonlight, and his eyes were sore from staring outside through the slit and scope.

The salamander reconnaissance vehicle is also a light armored vehicle based on the Chimera chassis. It is mainly used for reconnaissance missions. Its speed is very fast. It can be among the best in many vehicles of the Astral Army, but it also has a crew that hates it. The characteristics of-the armor is particularly thin, so the soldiers also call it "**".

Another feature of the salamander reconnaissance vehicle is that it does not have a closed turret. It is equipped with automatic guns, as well as the commander and communicator, as well as navigation, remote and backup communication equipment. The gunner manipulating the heavy bomb on the car body is located in the front of the car, and the engine of the car body is installed in the middle of the tracks on both sides of the car body.

With this design, the two occupants outside will suffer very much, especially in harsh environments.

Therefore, Sergeant Sommer decisively moved the gunner out of the car and replaced the heavy bomb gunner himself.

In order to ease his vision, he adjusted his angle of view from time to time and looked at the night sky-those false stars and comets, as well as the line of fire that passed through the night, like a nightmare that has been entwining him.

Since the defeat in the Ash Plains, he has spent most of his time retreating, retreating, and retreating. Because some people reported his “deserter” behavior on the battlefield, he was deprived of his position as hellhound captain. , Was assigned to the most dangerous reconnaissance camp to "deliver meritorious service", and after a long evacuation, his battlefield has moved from the main continent to the subcontinent.

"We will be back in the mist in a few minutes."

Suddenly, the voice of the captain of the second car in the squad came from the communicator. They are all sinners, but Sommer has served longer, so they should become the captain of the squad.

"The detection distance requested above is one hundred kilometers, are we almost there?"

"Roughly the same."

Sommer shrugged, even though the other party couldn't see her.

"But it is difficult to determine our location now, this map is a bit outdated."

The other party did not reply, and the low sound of the machine once again surrounded Sommer, shaking her in the noise.

A few minutes later, as the captain of the second car said, the thick fog swallowed them.

At first, the fog barrier seemed to have a cliff composed of gradually expanding thick fog above them, and then it surrounded them, and quickly passed the lens of their periscope, rolling like sand deposited on the bottom of a river.

Sommer controlled the fear he had instinctively.

For a moment, it was as if they were sinking rapidly in deep, dirty water.

He focused his attention on the ornithology and watched the blue icons representing the car No. 2 and No. 3 approaching him from left to right. Under normal circumstances, they would spread out and rely on the ornithology to keep in touch with the microphone. , But now they are at the forefront, so they are as close to each other as possible.

After that, they advanced for another half an hour, crossing a road strewn with vehicle wreckage, passing through a rusty metal frame, and passing through a pond full of solidified sludge.

The sound of the track and exhaust gas disappeared in the thick water vapor like pus. No one spoke, no in the car, nor in the microphone. The only noise was the engine driving the track and the air pumped into the cabin. Hiss.

"Need to park."

Suddenly, the voice of Captain No. 3 came from the intercom, causing Sommer to jump up.

"there is a problem?"

There was a crackling sound from the microphone, and it took a long time to recover.

"The sound of the track has changed."

The voice of Captain No. 3 was full of exhaustion.

"Maybe the metal is a little tired, I don't want to push it again."

"Ok."

Sommer swallowed his tiredness, his mouth seemed to contain sand, and there was pain in the back of his eyes.

"But just rest on the spot."

After speaking, he blinked and shook his head, trying to regain his attention.

If they stay outside for a long time, then they may not be able to go back, so he opens the team communication channel:

"For all vehicles, stop for fifteen minutes, cool down the engine, and keep the microphone and bird monitor turned on."

The other two commanders confirmed the order, but it couldn't hear them clearly because he felt like he was going to fall forward.

But with a rousing spirit, he suddenly pulled himself back to his seat. It was too dangerous here, and he had to find a way to stay awake.

He spent a while trying to distinguish where they were, performing calculations, and comparing the terrifying landscape they passed by with the glowing map on his podium.

But this is of no use.

After calculating the distance for the second time, he found that his eyelids were shaking.

The engine has also been turned off and the vehicle is staying still.

Must stay awake...

have to……

Sommer's eyes widened, his head jerked up and hit the upper hatch.

The severe pain drove away the afterimages of a dream. Not only did he feel pain in his head from the impact, he also felt dizzy.

Sommer swallowed, trying to get rid of the smell of bile from his mouth.

Suddenly, the salamander scout car trembled.

Sommer was stunned, is that true?

It didn't feel like a vibration when the machine was running, but like the ground below them was shaking.

He slowly turned his head to the driver. The guy was sleeping soundly beside him, as if it was just Sommer's own illusion.

Sommer sighed, and pulled his collar up a bit. Maybe it wasn't true, it was just an echo of his dream that hadn't completely disappeared.

But the vibration just now lingered, as if someone had nailed a nail to his forehead.

So he opened the internal microphone carefully.

"Does anyone feel it?"

No one responded, and he repeated it again.

The next second, the tremor came again, and the driver changed his position, but did not wake up.

Sommer opened the outside field of vision and pressed the eyepiece onto the viewfinder.

The outside world has not changed much-it is still a high wall made of rotating thick fog, exposed to a slightly faded white-green infrared field of vision, opening and closing in the dark, like a brief opening of the door, revealing the back of the door Corridor.

Under his breath-holding gaze, he finally discovered that somewhere in the distance there was a spot of light bursting with heat, spreading and disappearing in the thick fog.

A second later, Sommer heard a rumble explosion.

He immediately switched to the normal angle of view~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a heartbeat, he saw an orange light forming, leaving snowflakes on the horizon.

The explosion was far away from them, but it happened to be on their way back.

Orbital bombing?

maybe.

Long-range artillery or rockets?

But the vehicle remained stationary, and something else was shaking the ground.

Just as he was thinking, the shock came again, and then again, as if to reply to his thoughts.

This slow rhythm made him feel like he was alone in a dark forest, listening to the invisible scary sound hovering at the edge of his field of vision.

"Sommer."

Suddenly, the communicator responded, and the voice of Captain No. 3 sounded tired and cold.

"Did you feel it?"