"Ready your weapons and go to the side!"
Yaric roared and waved his pistol. At this time, the side of the Malcador tank was exposed to enemy fire.
Driven by him, the soldiers staggered toward the fighting position, where their small arms could now be put to use.
The hiss of ignited heavy flamethrowers sounded from high above, and as the tanks advanced, the enemy defense lines were burned into a burning inferno by huge amounts of fuel.
In the process, casualties also increased with the pace of progress.
One soldier fell, a dying gasp coming from his throat, while the other soldier screamed on the ground holding a shattered arm.
The battlefield situation seemed to be a mess, with the sound of weapons firing coming from all directions. Only the most astute commanders could capture the key.
Yarick was just such a person. On the chaotic front, he immediately discovered that the enemy was running away with his back to the Undead Pest.
Every time the main gun roared, the enemy vehicles trying to reinforce were instantly smashed into a pile of black smoking metal debris. The enemy was obviously helpless against heavy armor.
Miller stood with his soldiers and fired continuously at the enemy with his laser rifle.
The weapon had become hot in his hands, making him feel uncomfortable.
He hit an enemy, a direct hit, and the guy fell down like a kicked over lamp.
A second later, another enemy was knocked to the ground. He looked much smaller than the others around him and was carrying a bulging sack.
This battle is filled with disgusting aliens, and such killings can create a strong sense of revenge.
The soldiers also played happily.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
His deputy company commander suddenly roared.
"Enemy's anti-tank troops, nine o'clock position!"
Miller turned around and saw a group of bomb boys holding explosive hammers, running towards the Undead Pest under the cover of smoke.
They are clever enough to stay out of sight of soldiers while being careful not to get burned by the side flamethrowers.
If they are allowed to get close, even the armor of the Malcador heavy tank will not be spared.
"Confirm their distance."
Miller said, pointing to three soldiers, who nodded and leaned out from behind cover to get a better angle of fire.
"ah!"
One of them was immediately knocked down by enemy fire, while the other two flinched somewhat.
But Yarrick suddenly stood next to them, pointing a bolt pistol at them, so they paid attention.
"They are about two hundred meters away, and they are still getting closer."
"Colonel Lucian, Colonel Lucian, do you hear, do you hear?"
Yarrick yelled into the radio, but heard no response.
It seems he has no choice but to solve this problem himself.
"Third Platoon, kill all those green garbage, don't let them get close to the tank."
As soon as his order was given,
The beam penetrated the smoke-filled air, and the logging gun began to roar.
Three more of those candid boys who were crouching forward were immediately knocked to the ground.
But it wasn't enough, they moved closer to the chariot.
"Kill them, kill them"
Yarick's voice became hoarse. It was no joke to lose a heavy armor - as covering infantry, they would definitely be held accountable after the war.
Then two more bomb boys were beaten into pieces, but one of them still threw a lit stick bomb at the Undead Pest before he died.
Fortunately, it didn't end up on the tank.
Unfortunately, it hit the crowd behind the tank that had not yet dispersed.
boom--!
There was a loud noise, and body fragments were scattered all over the sky by the violent explosion. The people on the tank control tower also stopped firing, leaving only a scream.
Then move on.
On the fierce battlefield, even mourning was a luxury. They could only lower their heads and continue to sprint.
After moving a certain distance, they were close to the green artillery position, and some captured anti-aircraft guns were also deployed here, all hidden in earthen bunkers.
Heavy machine gun bunkers lined the trenches, and sandbags were piled high as long as the trenches themselves.
As if they sensed they were being invaded, the defensive laser array fired into the air again, heating the air rapidly and making an uncomfortable sound.
The greenskins operating the anti-aircraft guns discovered the enemy attack, waved their hands hurriedly, and then pointed the four-gun barrel at the incoming Macado heavy tank.
Before they could fire, the Undead Vermin fired first.
Although the greenskins did set up enough cover on the side, nothing was safe in front of the heavy cannon.
One of the anti-aircraft guns was hit squarely, and all the greenskins inside got on the plane and were torn into pieces in mid-air like rags.
The other cannon wasn't much better. It was blown to pieces, and everything inside turned into a pile of black smoke.
"Everyone, keep your heads down!"
The remaining anti-aircraft guns immediately fired back, and the ammunition hit several Makado heavy tanks within the range like a heavy rain.
Waves of heat streaked across the armor, and the sound of exploding warheads covered up other sounds. Of course, there were also shrapnel flying everywhere that covered the sky.
Faced with a counterattack, the Immortal Pest increased its power and continued to move forward. The front armor's machine cannon roared and blasted the two anti-aircraft guns further away into a pile of scrap metal.
The infantry were now at the edge of the trenches. The coordination between infantry and tanks could not be called perfect this time. It could only be said that the casualties seemed less exaggerated.
"Hurry up!"
Miller yelled, signaling the direction to his men as the Undead Vermin swung its hull around, trying to keep its hull out of sight of the infantry while maintaining line of sight to the anti-aircraft gun emplacements.
The soldiers quickly moved out of the way in small groups, and Miller asked the remaining heavy weapons support team to hide behind a pile of high sandbags, while he took the other group of people into a crater that served as a bunker.
The team ran to the designated position one after another, but the deputy company commander who was running with the medic was hit by a bullet in the chest and fell down.
Miller glanced at his comrade who fell to the ground, but did not stop - there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, and he must be dead.
Fighting away from a tank was a terrible thing, the ground was churned up into a mess, muddy with blood mixed with dust.
Miller hid himself behind a pile of smoldering rubble and took a look.
At present, only Zheng Yue Rick was still beside him in the command team. He immediately counted the number of people and found that the correspondent was missing.
He looked at the direction the tank was driving away.
Then a sound came from the small intercom built into the helmet. It was very unclear and mixed with the smell of pain.
This is the voice of the correspondent.
"Sir...I...I'm in trouble"
"Everyone else, stay here and don't move. I'll go find him."
Miller left his bunker and ran across the battered field, the air filled with the sound of weapons firing from the bunkers above.
On his right, the fifth company was fighting a desperate battle, trying to knock down the enemies who were trying to outflank one by one, even as they were being massacred by fire from inside the bunker.
