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"Thuk chug!" The dense sound of machine guns echoed in my ears, and the opened tank hatch seemed to be right in front of my eyes.

A soldier swallowed by the black energy group shattered right in front of his eyes, blood splattered everywhere.

"Captain! Side! Side! There's a Destroyer! It's turning! Damn it!" The driver shouted eagerly in his ear, and he seemed to feel that the tank under his feet was turning.

"The power is fully charged! The calculation of the threat target is completed!" Inside the headset, there is the cold voice of the computer.

In front of his eyes, the slender cannon rail on the tank turret, full of electromagnetic components, was moving horizontally, and then stopped suddenly at a certain position, locking on to a distant target.

"Fire! He's aiming at us!" Before he finished shouting, the roar of the electromagnetic gun covered all sounds.

On the opposite side, a black energy ball struck, brushed the noise-cancelling headphones on his ears and flew past, knocked away the communication antenna on the side of the turret behind him, and hit a pile of sandbags on the position.

A huge explosion rose up behind him. Although it was blocked by half of the hatch, he could still feel the sharp wind tearing at his skirt.

"Sam is wounded! Medic! Physician!" He could hear the infantry shouting loudly in the trench behind him, and in front of his eyes, he could see a soldier with a broken arm, grabbing his comrades beside him, I want to drag the opponent to a place with a bunker.

As he breathed, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant target. The Destroyer that just fired has already smoked thickly at this moment, and a blue flame burst out from its gap.

"Are you sure you destroyed the target?" Pressing the switch of the communicator, he asked the gunner who was observing the target uncertainly.

The gunner also had no way to confirm whether the Destroyer, which had started to smoke, had really lost its combat effectiveness: "I'm not sure! It seems to be still moving... and it seems to be finished!"

"Damn it! Fire one more shot! Quickly recharge! Fire one more shot!" Unknown whether the raging fire distorted the airflow or the opponent was really still moving, he yelled nervously while pressing the communicator.

God knows if the other party will jump up like an undead and give them another shot. At this time, no one can say whether he will die here because of a carelessness.

"Machine gun! Machine gun cover! The side sweepers rushed through the trench! Flank! Flank!" Beside the tank, a commander in a power armor shouted loudly at him who leaned out of the tank.

Looking along the commander's hand,

He saw hordes of sweepers, already flooding the flanking bunkers.

"Reverse! The flanks are lost! Turn the turret around! Shoot with machine guns!" He issued a series of orders, ignoring a cloud of black energy flying from the front, almost knocking off his helmet.

The moment he gave the order, his body began to shake as the tank reversed, and the turret where he was located also began to rotate with the sound of the motor.

"Thuk Thuk!" While rotating the turret, the coaxial machine gun began to fire, one after another the tracer bullets were splashed out, crashing into the army of sweepers who were attacking from the front.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew, and the sweepers who wanted to rush over were fragmented and knocked down piece by piece by the bullets of the electromagnetic machine gun.

"Boom!" A smoke bomb outside the vehicle body was ejected and exploded in mid-air directly in front of the tank. any situation.

"I'm X!" He was caught off guard and shrank back into the turret of the tank, and then snapped the hatch cover on the top of his head forcefully, while yelling hysterically: "Which damn bastard fired a smoke bomb!"

"The computer released it automatically, I forgot to turn off the automatic defense system!" The driver replied depressedly.

"I'm going to be killed by you sooner or later! If this is a proximity bomb, I'll be a sieve right now!" He cursed while flicking the white smoke bomb powder on his shoulders and above his head.

However, he also knew that complaints were nothing but complaints. If the hatch of the tank was not closed and there were identification signals of friendly forces around the tank, the computer would not automatically activate the proximity defense ammunition.

Before he could continue speaking, the tank he was in was shaken by a violent impact.

"The magic defense barrier has lost 70% of its energy! The armor is 100% intact, and it hasn't been penetrated!" In the earphones, the computer's notification sound came over clearly.

"We lost our cover... It's not a good idea to reverse the car!" The gunner switched to the infrared night vision sight, and saw through the smoke grenades the distant targets: "How can I find the destruction in this image? By!"

"We don't fight back the sweepers on the flanks! The whole position is over!" He shouted loudly to the commander beside him: "Cover the infantry! Hand over the front to the course machine gun!"

"Thuk Thuk!" While reversing the car, he controlled the electromagnetic machine gun on the car body to fire non-stop, and the driver was too busy.

In fact, the most primitive Alan Hill Empire electromagnetic tank did not have a heading machine gun on its body. As a result, there were too many sweepers, so an original heading machine gun had to be installed on the subsequent improved model to increase the ability to deal with multiple targets. .

The two machine guns roared at the same time, and the dense bullets blocked the pace of the sweepers' attack. However, this tank in the smog has also become a key target for the surrounding sweepers to attack.

"Fire! Since the target that is unknown whether it has been destroyed has been lost, then find another target and fire quickly!" Inside the vibrating tank, he felt that the only thing he could count on was the thick armor in front.

"Boom!" I don't know if he really aimed at the target, but the gunner fired a shell, and the airflow blew up more smoke and dust.

"Huh!" The infantry following the tank fired a missile. With a long tail flame, the missile hit a Destroyer tank that had just opened fire in front of it.

Once again a huge explosion echoed across the battlefield as the missile pierced the Destroyer's shell, detonating the magical energy within. The sacrificial explosion knocked off the Destroyer's turret. It even blows up the sweepers around the Destroyer.

"I see the Destroyer! There is a Destroyer on the side who wants to cross the trench!" As the turret rotated, the gunner's sight appeared in the target he was looking for.

The smoke bombs did not cover the side, so the field of vision here was pretty good. The gunner who turned off the night vision device got more comprehensive battlefield information.

The tracer bullets have also exposed their location, and the Destroyer over there is also turning around, preparing to hit the electromagnetic tank of the Alan Hill Empire from the side.

The gunner looked nervously at the rising energy bar on the side of the sighting device's box, and he was waiting for the electromagnetic gun to be fully charged so that he could deal with the high-threat target in the distance.

Countless energy clusters hit the tank's magic defense barrier. It was the attack of the sweepers. Although it was not fatal, it was very dense.

These attacks consume the defensive energy of the tanks that are already scarce, making people irritated and helpless.

The enemy has an absolute numerical advantage. This is something everyone already knew before the battle broke out, so there is nothing to worry about.

But what makes people sick is that, amidst the chaos, he looked around the equipment through the captain, and saw a clone grenadier not far away, whose arm was torn off by the sweeper, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Boom!" The moment the charge was completed, the gunner found an opportunity to fire. He blasted a Destroyer turret not far away. After the shell penetrated the Destroyer, it hit another Went through another shielded sweeper and cut him in half.

"There's another one! There's another Destroyer!" In the headset, the gunner's voice was excited and nervous, with a trace of fear.

I don't know why, but he just heard these complicated emotions—maybe, he is also feeling so complicated now, the impact of the entire battlefield on him.

"Which one is this?" The driver's voice came: "Attention, we are going to run over the trench behind! There are bumps!"

Sure enough, as soon as the driver's voice fell, he felt that his tank was sinking backwards, the front of the car was raised slightly, and then returned to normal.

Less than a second later, he felt that the front wheels were empty again, and the front of the entire tank sank slightly, and then regained its balance.

"Boom!" The moment the car body just returned to a balanced state, the gunner fired another shot. On the position not far away, a Destroyer was pierced by this cannon, and then it was blown to pieces in an instant because of the sacrificial explosion.

Because of the advanced fire control system, the hit rate of the electromagnetic tank is quite high. The starting hit rate is more than 80%, not to mention the two sides who are now fighting, it is no problem to say that it is a hand-to-hand fight.

On the ground, the electromagnetic tank and the Destroyer were almost face to face in a bloody battle, and the distance between the two sides' firing may have been less than a hundred meters.

Even, right next to the destroyed Destroyer, a soldier of the Alan Hill Empire held explosives and crashed into a group of sweepers.

The huge explosion made him feel the earth tremor inside the car. It was not a grenade, but a blasting explosive used by engineers, and its power was naturally even more terrifying.

There was nothing left at the place where the explosion occurred except for a big pit, but the ten-meter-diameter pit was covered by sweepers swarming up in just an instant.

"Boom!" Just as he watched the friendly infantry and dozens of times the enemy die together, his tank was hit by the attacking energy group again.

"The energy of the magic defense barrier is exhausted! The energy of the magic defense barrier is exhausted! It needs to be recharged..." The computer's prompt sound was repeated in the earphones again and again, but at this time, no one was in the mood to care about its noise.

Without the protection of the energy barrier, their tanks couldn't last long. He gritted his teeth and desperately opened the hatch. He wanted to find the Destroyer who opened fire on them as soon as possible.

Leaning out his body, he seemed to be able to hear his own breathing on the battlefield where stray bullets were flying. He scanned the battlefield filled with thick smoke, and there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere.

Finally, he found the potential threat. There were at least three Destroyers over there, aiming and firing at them.

"Ten o'clock direction! Turn the turret!" He ordered loudly, and then felt his turret start to rotate.

"Attacks are coming too frequently, and the threat computer can no longer judge the trajectory of the incoming attack! This thing is almost scrapped!" The gunner shouted loudly as he prepared to aim.

Although the equipped weapons are optimized as much as possible, on a complex battlefield, there will still be problems with many equipment. There is no way around this, equipment is just equipment after all.

"Boom!" Seeing that, those Destroyers seized the opportunity and fired at the tank he was in. He was reversing the electromagnetic tank, and was hit by two shells in an instant.

Both shells hit the front armor of the car body, and the violent explosion caused him to fall into the car, and he couldn't find the south, east, west and north for a while.

"The sensor is damaged! The sensor is damaged! Can't recognize the loss of the front armor of the car body! Can't..." In the headset, the mechanical computer sound made him extremely irritable.

"Boom!" The gunner fired a cannonball, and he didn't know whether he hit the target. He struggled in the car body to climb out again, but he felt that his tank was hit again.

"Ah! My leg! Something hit my leg!" The gunner's screams almost knocked out his eardrums.

"My shoulder, damn it...not the shoulder...my arm is missing!" The driver's voice was not loud but full of despair.

"Damn!" He grabbed the control of the gunner, adjusted the turret slightly, and pressed the trigger to fire. His tank shook slightly again, amidst the sparks flying everywhere, he looked around the scope through his commander, and saw the image of the Destroyer exploding.

"Medical soldier! Medical soldier!" He heard his shout and wanted to open his mouth, but found that everything in front of him became illusory.

His thoughts were brought back to reality by the sound of solemn music. The young man in uniform, with the Higgs No. 3 Medal for Bravery on his chest, put down the wine glass in his hand.

This fine wine is really like the blood that flows on the battlefield, it is viscous and has a fishy smell that makes people feel hopeless.

It seems that...there is only the fragrance of fine wine, the faint smell of perfume, and the melodious melody of the cello.

No gunshots, no screams, no roar of explosions, no last words of despair were heard.

He stepped onto the podium and stood together with other soldiers in uniforms, with his head held high to welcome the warm applause from the reporters and celebrities.

"Lieutenant Luke, the commander of Tank No. 113 of the 502nd Independent Tank Battalion, for his outstanding performance in the defense of Highland No. 3321 on the surface of Higgs 3, he is hereby awarded the Imperial Silver Eagle Medal!" A major solemnly said from Jin Inside the box, a shining medal was taken out and handed over to the general in charge of presenting the award.

The major general with shiny epaulettes personally hung the medal on the chest of the young man who stepped onto the podium, and smiled back at the military salute: "Congratulations! Young man!"

Liu Ke, who had already raised his hand to salute, raised his chin and responded loudly: "Long live the empire!"

The major general lowered his saluting arms and shook hands with him along the way: "Thank you for fighting bravely for the empire!"

"Long live my emperor!" Feeling the dense flashing lights, Luke tensed his muscles and replied solemnly. These flickering lights made him seem to see countless artillery fire dangling in front of his eyes, which made him nervous.