Four Hundred and Thirty-Four Humanoid Tanks

"The people who cooperated had a tacit understanding, but it was unfortunate that a short man was forced into the fortress." A commander leaned on his own position and complained depressedly to the shooter beside him.

The shooter smiled shyly, adjusted the angle of his weapon, and comforted: "Squad leader, you don't have to complain, this matter has been settled, and you can see that the dwarf is quite powerful. "

"I don't know if it can be used or not. It's better not to be a recruit." The squad leader was still a little worried, but time could not allow him to continue venting his pessimism like this.

The infantry fighting vehicle he was in came to a stop near the line of fire, and the solemn order to prepare for battle had come over the radio.

The next second, the rear door of the heavy infantry fighting vehicle was slowly opened, and the soldiers hidden in the infantry fighting vehicle rushed out of the crowded and narrow vehicle shouting.

"Long live Emperor Alan Hill!" The bearded dwarf soldier also rushed out of the infantry chariot with his weapon, but because of his thicker stature and heavier things on his body, he was jumping out of the infantry chariot. Time staggered.

"Get out of the way! You'll kill me sooner or later!" The Alan Hill grenadier behind him avoided the dwarf soldier who almost fell, chose a safe position, and followed the infantry chariot with a weapon. He picked up his weapon and shot forward desperately.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The fierce firepower of the AK-47 burst out, and the shells fell into the soil, some of which were still steaming.

The dwarf stood firm, snorted and said nothing. His attire was somewhat different from the traditional grenadier of Alan Hill, because he was clad in heavy armor and carried a huge hammer.

But in addition to these traditional weapons, the dwarf had an ammunition pouch wrapped around his waist belt, stuffed with chunky grenades.

The dwarf soldier holds a huge grenade launcher in his hand. This is an improved version of the M11 individual grenade launcher. It can launch 6 40mm caliber grenades in one go, with amazing power.

Because dwarves are natural warriors, they carry more weight and are stronger, making them more suitable for holding heavy weapons of this caliber.

When they fired with this weapon, the power of the warriors of this power type was very much appreciated by the upper echelons of the Elan Hill army.

In addition, some people of the dwarves were willing to join the army, so finally the high level of Alan Hill approved the dwarves to join the army in Alan Hill.

And this method of dispersing into the infantry squad to act as a heavy fire support shooter is what Vagron himself came up with.

The dwarf in front of him who participated in the Alan Hill-style battle for the first time was obviously not used to it. He felt that the equipment he was carrying was a bit in the way, but he was not willing to lose any of it. It looked rather bulky.

"Keep your body down! Being short is not the reason for you to stand here stupidly! Find cover! Bunker! Damn it!" A veteran passed by the dwarf, holding a weapon in one hand and slapping the dwarf's shoulder armor with the other, shouting loudly : "What are you wearing this armor for? Hell!"

Without waiting for the dwarf to distinguish, the old soldier ran to the infantry fighting vehicle in front. He leaned on the infantry fighting vehicle, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger for the place that could not be seen clearly in the distance.

"Tu Tu Tu!" After a short burst, the infantry fighting vehicle had moved forward a short distance, and the veteran also moved forward a distance, maintaining a state where the infantry fighting vehicle could always cover him.

Suddenly, a feather arrow with a sharp wind breaking sound hit the defensive magic array in front of the infantry chariot, and then inserted into the soft soil beside it.

"Twelve o'clock! There are demon archers! Projection! A 40-degree projectile!" The old soldier turned around and shouted at the dwarf soldiers who were a little overwhelmed, "Fire!"

The dwarf hurriedly lowered his head to fiddle with the huge grenade launcher in his hand. He had used this thing in training, and after using it, he fell in love with this powerful individual weapon.

I saw him pick up the weapon in his hand, aimed the muzzle of the grenade launcher at the sky, made a posture to withstand the recoil, and then started his performance.

"Tom!" With a muffled sound, a grenade was shot out like this, and after an instant it landed on an open space not far away, splashing a piece of dust and making a huge explosion.

The old soldier saw the landing spot and immediately turned his head and shouted, "It's too close! You're not at 40 degrees at all! You're shooting at 60 degrees! Quickly adjust, quick!"

After the old soldier finished shouting, a feather arrow passed the advancing infantry chariot and stabbed directly into the soil in front of the dwarf, less than 10 centimeters from his toes.

The dwarf glanced at the feather arrow under his feet, which was still trembling slightly because of its strength, spit on the feather arrow, lowered the muzzle, and pulled the trigger again.

This time, he didn't pause, and after hearing the sound of "Tom", he pulled the trigger twice in a row, letting the other two grenades fly along with him.

Because of the recoil, the muzzles of the three grenades vibrated slightly when they were fired, which ensured a more reasonable distribution after the grenades fell.

"Boom!" The grenade landed again, and this time it landed on the edge of the building in the distance, blowing the demon soldiers using bows and arrows off the edge of the building.

Immediately after, the second grenade landed on the roof of the house, knocking off the entire roof at once, and blowing down a wall of the house.

A third grenade landed further afield, sending some of the shifting demon troops into the sky.

"Good fight! Who fired! I'll go back and give him credit!" Seeing a series of explosions, suppressing the enemy on the opposite side, the company commander's voice sounded on the radio channel, and many people also saw this series of amazing suppressions .

"Boom! Boom!" Two more cannonballs fired. Because they had learned to shoot bows and arrows, the dwarf soldiers were really familiar with this kind of ballistics.

After firing all 6 reloads, the dwarf stepped forward with his short legs and moved his body forward with heavy steps.

As he moved forward, he turned on his grenade launcher and dumped the six empty shells in the open space beside him.

Those shells smashed into the mud that had been run over by the tracks, and smashed into the shells of some scattered 7.62mm bullets, making a crisp sound.

Then, he squeezed a grenade from the ammunition bag around his waist and stuffed it into the huge, revolver-like magazine, but more than ten times larger.

Then came the second one, the third one, and it wasn't until he filled his weapon with ammunition that he raised his head and closed the grenade launcher in his hand again, ignoring that a feather arrow hit the ground. on his heavy shoulder armor, leaving a clear dent in it.

He picked up the loaded grenade launcher and started strafing again in the direction of the bow and arrow. The cumbersome 40mm grenade launcher was as nimble as an ordinary assault rifle in his hand.

The terrible recoil was not worth mentioning in front of the dwarf, and he even had the extra strength to carry a suit of armor and a warhammer that seemed to have no effect.

Under his operation, this 40mm caliber six-pack grenade launcher exerted terrifying power on the battlefield.

A series of explosions sounded in the enemy's position, and the images of dwarves carrying grenade launchers rampaging through the hail of bullets made many people change their minds about dwarves.

"Hey! Beard!" Deliberately avoiding the word dwarf, the veteran leaning on the infantry fighting vehicle gave him a thumbs up: "Good job! When the machine guns find cover, I will find a chance to rush over! You cover me?"

The willingness to give one's back to the other side is already the most trusting performance on the battlefield. The veteran felt that the dwarf was good and a very trustworthy comrade-in-arms.

The dwarf nodded: "You can call me dwarf! But I'll tell you! I'm among our dwarves, but I'm tall!"

"Haha!" Leaning behind the infantry fighting vehicle, the young human veteran laughed heartily: "I like you! My name is Antonio!"

"My name is Buck! Dwarf Buck!" The dwarf tapped his fist on his breastplate and introduced himself: "I am the best warrior of the dwarves!"

"I can see it!" Antonio nodded with a smile, and continued to follow the infantry chariot: "Follow me! Give your left wing to the comrades on the other side, and you will find that the enemy is easy to deal with."

"Thank you! You are a very good warrior!" Buck the dwarf also felt the tacit understanding of these human soldiers on the battlefield, standing behind the veteran Antonio, holding a grenade launcher slowly forward.

Every time he picked up the grenade launcher and fired, the opponent's position would explode continuously. For a time, the defense line of the demon army was jumping, and soon there was a precursor to collapse.

"Are you sure it's an infantry?" Putting down the binoculars in his hand, a division commander who was inspecting the frontline looked at the adjutant beside him with an exaggerated expression and asked.

The adjutant was also shocked by the exaggerated performance of the dwarves on the battlefield. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, God is really unfair, other races are really ahead of human beings in some aspects. . In comparison, human beings are too mediocre and too weak.

Before he could finish his emotions, the adjutant's habit that he had developed over the years made him subconsciously answer the question of his superior: "Yes, sir, those soldiers in armor are supplementary dwarf infantry. They belong to the commander of the infantry squad. , the role is close fire support."

"Okay." Continuing to pick up the telescope, the division commander looked at it for a while, put down the telescope in his hand again, and reluctantly confirmed: "Are you sure the ones I'm looking at are not human-shaped tanks?"

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