"SW55 calls the command vehicle. The streets are quiet now. Do you want to continue deeper into enemy-occupied areas?"
Goodman looked at the slowly advancing SW55 Sabretooth Tiger tank on the screen and the dozens of robots following behind it. His solemn gaze made him look very calm and calm, contrary to the frenzy he had shown during his previous dispute with Ames. state.
After all, a person who cannot adjust his mentality in time would not dare to let such a person command the army.
SW55 Sabretooth Tiger is one of the best ace crews in the entire synthetic armored brigade. Although the difference in era has resulted in the difference between the so-called aces and ordinary crews being no longer huge, it is undeniable that the three-person team of SW55 does work closely together.
Not only are they elites in peacetime drills and competitions, SW55 also had a good record in the recent Siege of Mehran, destroying twelve main battle tanks, five armored personnel carriers and enemy tanks of the Renaissance Front without any damage. The glorious results of more than a hundred people.
For this reason, Goodman chose to turn a blind eye to the fact that the crew members of the SW55 tank spray-painted their cars without reporting it-if painting the tank can significantly improve the combat effectiveness. , he would even personally report it to the top management, suggesting that they spray-paint every brand-new Sabretooth Tiger that comes out of the factory to make it look as cool as possible.
"Kingsguard, you are allowed to proceed. Please remain vigilant. You are about to enter the center of the city."
"Copy that, Kingsguard move on!"
Hearing that the brigade commander knew the name of his beloved car, the three people in the tank all grinned, and their tense nerves relaxed a little at this moment.
And this moment of relaxation may cost them their lives.
"boom!"
What arrived faster than the sound of gunfire was the depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet contained in an "emergency upgrade kit" - each upgrade package contains ten depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets and forty high-explosive bullets, enough to fight a high-intensity confrontation.
Unfortunately, this armor-piercing projectile that struck from the front of the left side of the SW55 vehicle missed its target. Instead, it passed by the remote-controlled electromagnetic cannon on the top of the Sabretooth Tiger, and rammed through it diagonally with a harsh scream and unparalleled kinetic energy. It stopped after reaching two streets of house walls.
Although they did not notice the terrifying lethality of this armor-piercing projectile, the sound of the electromagnetic railgun firing was familiar to all members of the SW55 vehicle.
This is a completely different sound from an ordinary tank cannon. The dull sound is mixed with the sound of thin air being squeezed.
"Damn it! Back up!"
The sound of the electromagnetic railgun firing made the hearts of the three people inside the Sabretooth Tiger feel as if they were being grasped by a huge force. The originally gentle heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate after stopping for half a beat. The tank's blood pumping function was more powerful than usual. The eyes of the three people inside quickly became bloodshot, and their faces became rosier than usual.
"Wilson! Turn the turret, they are on our left front!"
"Get it! I'm spinning, I'm spinning! Stop the car! I saw him!"
Tank gunner Wilson desperately searched for the target in the scope. Just two seconds later, the ruins of a completely collapsed high-rise building caught his attention.
Maybe the opponent thought they were hiding well, but it turned out that the tank crews of the Renaissance Front were still inferior to Armadanai's ace crew in terms of quality.
There is a saying that goes well, when you find a position where you can easily shoot the enemy, your enemy will probably be able to easily spot you.
Even with the thick camouflage net and the broken bricks deliberately laid on the tank, Wilson still used his keen intuition to find the location of the Al-Renewal Front tank.
"Buzz buzz..."
The faint motor sound of the automatic loader loading armor-piercing bullets was like the celestial music from heaven, and it also seemed like the syllables of hell urging death. The strong sense of gap between life and death made the other two people in the car feel as if their hearts were tense to the extreme and could be torn at any time. Chest pops out.
"boom!"
Finally, Wilson pressed the fire button, and a tungsten core armor-piercing bullet was instantly accelerated to ten times the speed of sound by the electromagnetic track. It covered a distance of hundreds of meters in just a few tenths of a second. One round was hit in his field of vision. firmly locked on the target.
A large area of brilliant golden sparks was struck, and it was gone.
"What!?"
Almost as an instinctive reaction, Wilson pressed the loading button again the moment he saw the golden sparks. Another armor-piercing bullet was lifted up by the loading machine, and he could fire again after four or five seconds.
But the tanks of the Renaissance Front were not going to give them a chance to fire a second shot.
However, it seems that today may be the lucky day for the SW55 tank crew. Under the watchful eye of Lady Luck, another depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet passed by with a scream. This time, it directly fired the entire remote-controlled electromagnetic machine gun from the tank. The head hit.
The huge impact transmitted to the car body shocked the saber-toothed tiger weighing dozens of tons, and also made the three people in the tank raise their hearts to their throats again.
"Wilson! You missed?"
Valley "I fucking swear I hit him!"
Wilson gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, then stopped talking and waited for the next opportunity to fire.
"How is it possible! How is it possible! How can these bastards from remote areas have tanks that can withstand direct fire from a 120mm electromagnetic railgun!"
Wilson, who seemed calm, had already been filled with turmoil in his heart. If his life hadn't been in the opponent's hands, he could have killed him at any time. He even wanted to hold his head in the corner and cry alone to vent the fear and fear in his heart. confused.
However, what surprised Wilson was that the other party did not continue to stay where they were and shoot at them who were almost forced into a desperate situation. Instead, they slowly reversed and left the ruins without a trace.
Seeing Wilson's hand on the fire button and refusing to let go, the commander turned on the thermobaric missile launch system that had just received the launch permission not long ago, locked onto the ruins and launched a thermobaric missile.
Accompanied by the dazzling orange-red fireball and the shock wave that shook the tank slightly, Wilson, who was about to collapse, released his hand from the button and let out a long breath.
After ordering the driver to reverse the car quickly and leave here, the captain once again connected Brigadier Goodman's personal communication into the car. Before he could report the situation, Goodman was the first to ask a question.
"Car No. SW55, report your situation. I saw from the drone screen that you used thermobaric bombs."
"Yes, sir, we encountered some unknown enemy armored unit. I suspect it is a new main battle tank of the same level as the saber-toothed tiger."
"This is impossible!"
As if he heard a joke, Goodman loudly refuted the panicked answers of the crew members, but after thinking for just a few seconds, he ordered in a serious tone: "Car No. SW55 retreats first, proceed. Repairs and supplies, and everyone write me a report about this battle! If what you say is true, we are in big trouble!"
"Yes, sir!"
After a brief but thrilling tank battle with the "secret weapon" of the Renaissance Front, the SW55 vehicle had to leave the front line with its attached robot team in disgrace, return to the rear to rest and write a report.
...
While Amadanai had different opinions on the "secret weapon", an old tank produced in the last century drove into the underground repair shop in Mehran City. The outer armor was covered with holes hit by shrapnel and various things. dents and scratches.
The four crew members cursed and climbed out of the tank's top hatch. When they stepped out of the tank, they carefully avoided the densely arranged wiring on the vehicle body and the burned-out ion shield generator.
"Mechanic? Mechanic!"
Seeing a young man wearing blue work clothes and holding a wrench approaching, the tank commander's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to hold the mechanic's young, strong but rough hand, and said in a sincere tone: "Give us a new one." Get a new shield generator! We almost took out an enemy tank!"
The mechanic couldn't help but look embarrassed when he heard the plea of the commander in front of him - his status in this simple repair shop was not low. With his skillful hands and sensitivity to various mechanical structures, General Nasser had personally met him and appointed him He was responsible for logistical maintenance issues of the armored forces.
However, the number of "emergency tank upgrade kits" is still small even with intermittent blood transfusions from the Star Group. Except for the first batch of ten sets, all of which were installed on the ten tanks with the best performance and the best crew members. , the emergency kit in his hand was very few.
Rather than using the disposable shield generator in an upgrade package as a spare part, it is obviously a better choice to completely install the upgrade package on a intact tank.
So the mechanic shook his head and said helplessly: "Captain, I can understand your mood, but each upgrade package only has one shield generator, and it is a one-time use. Giving it to you means that The other crew lost a chance to save their lives..."
Having said this, the commander didn't want to force it. He just sighed and turned around to join his companions, preparing to attack again after filling up with fuel.
As soldiers, they had lost their shields, but the spears in their hands - the 105mm tank gun that had been temporarily upgraded to an electromagnetic coil gun - were not damaged yet.
Although the external accelerating coil will greatly reduce the life of the gun barrel, the commander estimates that the barrel of this electromagnetic coil gun will be considered useless after the fifty rounds of shells included in the upgrade package are fired.
But they still have forty-eight chances to fire, right? Can't just waste it.
"etc!"
Just as the crew members wolfed down some food and water and were about to set off, the mechanic stopped them. Behind the thick lenses is a pair of clear but slightly hesitant eyes.
The commander, who thought the mechanic had changed his mind, excitedly opened the tank hatch. Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him didn't want to install a new shield generator for them, but spat out something that he seemed to understand but didn't seem to understand.
"The principle of a disposable shield generator is to instantly release all the energy at the cost of completely scrapping a super-large-capacity battery to gather enough ions, so that the shield is strong enough to block artillery."
"If you don't mind returning to the battlefield later, I can try to get you a new battery!"
