Chapter 444 The Collision of Iron and Blood (1/2)

The dusk falling from the sky seemed to set the horizon on fire. Scrapped steel and slowly burning flames can be seen everywhere on the endless Gobi Desert.

At the same time that "Yun Ting" launched a raid on the airport, nearly a hundred kilometers east of Lost Valley, the tank battle between the Alliance Skeleton Corps and the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand Team was coming to an end.

Almost all 40 heavy tanks of the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand Team were destroyed!

The only four remaining vehicles had their engines and tracks damaged and were anchored in the Gobi Desert. They could only wait for rescue that would arrive at an unknown time...

In front of a 60 megajoule electromagnetic gun, whether it is 1 meter thick equivalent armor or 1.5 meter thick equivalent armor, they are as fragile as paper.

After all, before the Prosperity Era, those were naval guns placed on battleships!

To deal with something running on land like a tank, only one shot is enough, whether it hits the head or the turret.

As luck would have it, the commander of the legion misjudged the intensity of the Alliance's firepower and stretched the defense line too long. As a result, the Alliance's armored cluster penetrated the Falcon Kingdom's paper-thin defense line with almost no hindrance. Wear a pair.

The heavy tanks scattered on a front line of more than ten kilometers had no choice but to leave the bunker, change direction, and gather while pursuing.

Due to the huge gap in range between the two sides and the relatively open terrain of the Gobi Desert, these heavy tanks quickly became mobile iron coffins.

And due to their poor mobility, they did not even have a chance to hide when locked by the electromagnetic gun, and could only let the 60 megajoule shells roll their names.

Faced with a situation where there was no chance of winning, many crew members of the Falcon Kingdom simply gave up treatment and immediately abandoned their vehicles and ran away once they were targeted by the electromagnetic gun.

Anyway, it is the tank given by the sovereign country.

They don't need to feel bad if it is scrapped.

At least one-third of Conqueror 10 were "paralyzed with fear" in this way.

In contrast, it was the 50 Conqueror V light tanks that caused a lot of trouble for the alliance with their superb mobility.

However, a light tank is a light tank after all, and no matter how maneuverable it is, it cannot make up for the disadvantages in armor and caliber. There is no need for a tank destroyer to take action, a 155mm high-explosive bomb is enough to take it away.

The vast majority of Conqueror 5s were not damaged due to armor penetration, but were killed by the overpressure effect of high-explosive bombs that killed the vehicle members inside.

Mole even believed that if it weren't for the fact that their mission target was the airport, and if he was given enough time and ammunition, they could even annihilate this armored force without any damage...

However, things may not always develop as planned.

It is normal for plans to fail to keep up with changes.

If the Legion expected that they could install a 60-megajoule electromagnetic gun on a tank, they would definitely not put up this "long snake" formation to guard them. Instead, they would definitely concentrate all armored units like the Alliance. Together, they took advantage of the gap in the tank destroyer's firing to quickly rush into a range of 2 kilometers.

If the Alliance anticipates that the Prowler tank has been deployed to the Sunset Province, and predicts through intelligence that it is waiting in the direction of the Skeleton Corps, it will definitely delay the start of the entire operation... although this will increase the number of encounters. Risk of nuclear strike.

pity……

There is no real if in this game.

As the Prowler tank joined the battle, the Skeleton Corps, which had originally made a smooth breakthrough, quickly fell into a bitter battle.

Even a twenty kilogram steel needle and a muzzle kinetic energy of 60 megajoules are still unable to penetrate the Meissner effect armor of the Prowler tank.

After a fierce and desperate struggle, the only five Type 2 B tank destroyers were eventually destroyed one after another by the indestructible monster.

There were wailing sounds on the official website forum of "Wasteland OL".

Players who were "kicked offline" by the BOSS kept appearing on the forum to express their opinions, typing and posting, saying it was unscientific.

"Damn it! Does that thing lock blood?!"

"I fucked it at least twice without even shaking it!"

"Sixty megajoules! Can't even the naval guns penetrate it?!"

"...I must open something."

"There's planning! Call for planning!"

"Maybe it's just the dog planner who is driving that thing!"

I'm probably working overtime and don't have time to visit the forum.

Until the end, Aguang was not taken out by them.

In the eyes of many people, this also confirmed their speculation - "It must be Gou Guang driving that thing to torture them."

In addition to those who cursed, there were also many people analyzing the weaknesses of the armor.

"What's going on with the turtle shell?"

"The settings on the official website focus on superconductivity...but it doesn't say how it works, nor what the principle is."

"Superconducting...so even cannonballs that can conduct electricity won't work?"

"Maybe it's true. Moreover, the electromagnetic gun's mass bullets have strong conductivity. It seems that our few rounds hit the target. Maybe they didn't even touch it."

The so-called Meissner effect is the repulsion of the magnetic field during the phase transition of a superconductor from a normal state to a superconducting state.

According to the description on the official website forum, when the projectile approaches the Prowler tank, it will phase change to a superconducting state for some reason.

At the same time, the Prowler tank itself is also providing a magnetic field. The superconductor entering the magnetic field will form a lossless induced current on the surface, thereby generating a magnetic field with the same magnitude and opposite direction as the magnetic field provided by the tank.

On the surface, the cannonball was bounced off the armor. In fact, the cannonball did not touch the armor at all, but was bounced off by the magnetic field at an infinitely close distance.

Paired with the wedge-shaped armor with a large inclination, ordinary kinetic energy weapons cannot break through its defense at all. At most, they can scratch the surface of the armor.

The only thing that makes Mole happy is that although the BOSS battle is not going well, overall the balance of victory is still on their side.

The goal of the mission is not to annihilate all enemy tanks in the encounter, but to raid the airport on the north side of Lost Valley, 150 kilometers away from the battlefield.

Although the "Prowler" is unreasonably strong, it is just a car after all.

His last order to "break it into pieces" and "disperse and advance" finally had some effect, and not as many good brothers were destroyed as expected.

After suffering huge casualties, 15 Panzer II tanks still managed to escape the communication range.

For the remaining nearly 100 kilometers of cross-country road, two to three hours should be enough.

If nothing else, they should be able to arrive before the sun sets.

As the one who stayed to stop the pursuers, the only thing he could do now was to trust his teammates...

After shaking his groggy head and being offline for a while, Mole finally woke up from his coma with his shaky consciousness.

Half an hour ago, his tank had taken a hit.

At that time, he didn't feel anything at all. He only felt the soles of his feet tremble, and then there was a light blue pop-up window in front of him with a line of [Disconnected].

And it’s still the kind that can’t go back no matter what!

Since the No. 60 electromagnetic gun used by the No. 2 B-type vehicle is equipped with a metal hydrogen battery, it is basically impossible to survive once it is penetrated.

Therefore, after discovering that he was disconnected, Mole almost gave up any hope of reconnecting.

However, the countdown of the resurrection CD did not appear in the helmet, which still rekindled a glimmer of hope in his already cold heart.

Perhaps this persistence moved the server. After trying for nearly half an hour, he returned to the tank in a daze.

It actually got connected!

After discovering that the "lighter" did not explode, Mole had no time to rejoice, and without any hesitation, he immediately went off the line and called the other two crew members up.

But now it seems...

It seemed that the only person who successfully returned with him was the driver sitting in front of his left leg.

As for the one in front of his right leg, it had turned into a puddle of sticky blood and burnt meat. Even the manager might not be able to recognize him.

"Mom..."

The Mole smacked his tongue.

Even with the protection of the sensory filter, looking at the bloody corpse, he still couldn't control his scalp numbness.

If this game could get a version number, his name would be written backwards!

Resisting the churning in his stomach, he began to check the condition of the tank.

The shell hit the lower armor on the right side of the car body. Although it penetrated the solid body, the engine and the power-type human bomb loader, it luckily did not damage the turret.

The fuel tank on the left side is still good, eliminating the risk of fire.

The metal hydrogen battery was on the right side of the head. It was only slightly missed by the cannonball, but luckily it was only a small amount of time.

The mole tried to charge the capacitor, but found that the charging switch had no response at all and the indicator light was red.

After confirming the damage, he immediately shouted to the driver in front of his left leg.

"The capacitor is broken! How is the situation over there?"

"The engine is scrapped! The transmission structure of the chassis is broken, it can be returned to the factory directly... Damn, there are infantry outside," squeezed in the middle of the twisted steel, the physical player driving the car put his eyes close to the observation hole and shouted nervously , "It's from the Falcon Kingdom!"

Hearing the infantry approaching from outside, Mole suddenly felt nervous, holding the periscope and turning to the due west direction facing the front of the car.

On the sand dune over there, I saw nine people limping down. Judging from their clothes and weapons, they should be the light infantry of the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand Team.

With rifles in their hands and anti-tank rocket launchers on their backs, they were carefully spreading out to surround the unexploded Panzer II tank destroyer.

With his Adam's apple moving, Mole took off the LD-50 carbine hanging on the inside of the turret and unfolded the foldable butt.

"...You go fix the capacitors and I'll take care of them."

"Repair the capacitor?!" The physique player was stunned for a moment, and looked back at the mole in surprise, "What's the point of repairing that thing? The metal warhead of the electromagnetic gun can't break the defense of that thing."

Just now the five electromagnetic cannons fired at the same time, but the pestle didn't even move.

According to the analysis of the old friends on the forum, the armor is probably designed for electromagnetic guns. As long as it has a metal warhead, it will be defeated, and there is no way.

As for armor-piercing bombs and high-explosive bombs...

They had just tried every possible method.

"It's just one chance anyway..." Mole said solemnly, "Although it may not work, I want to try again."

"Fine……"

The player nodded, struggled to squeeze out of the deformed seat, and found the toolbox next to the loader.

The damaged capacitor is next to the loader's right foot.

Looking at the blood carbonized by the current and the completely severed threads, the player couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.

A mole's voice sounded overhead.

"Can it be fixed?"

He said bravely.

"……I try my best."

"give it to you."

Mole took a deep breath, held the handle of the turret hatch with his left hand, and grabbed the LD-50 with his right hand, intending to get out of the turret and fire before the infantrymen approached.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden burst of gunfire not far outside the tank body.

Hearing the gunshot, Mole was suddenly surprised.

LD-47's voice? !

After playing Wasteland OL for so long, he still couldn't even mishear his own family members' gunshots.

The Mole did not hesitate and immediately turned the periscope to the direction from which the gunfire came.

On the right front of the tank, Irena was lying on the sand dune, using her LD-47 to fire at the Falcon Kingdom soldiers below the dune.

In addition to Lao Na, the elf king Fugui and three other armored grenadiers of the Skeleton Corps also opened fire.

As foot combat players of the Skeleton Corps, they are relatively high on the server in terms of combat awareness and sequence level.

The ten-man team below the dune was caught off guard by the condescending firepower, and was quickly beaten into a sieve and fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing that the crisis was over, Mole stretched out his index finger and clicked on the VM, and immediately switched to Irena's communication channel.

"Lao Na! What's going on over there?"

"We're all good. We just killed a team... What the hell? Are you still alive?" Irena, who was reloading her ammunition, was shocked when she heard Mole's voice.

Just now he was lying in a foxhole and was knocked unconscious by a high-explosive round. When he went offline and went to the forum, he happened to see Mole's post and thought that this guy was gone.

As a result, good guy, I got connected!

When did the recovery ability of the agility system become as strong as that of the physical system? !

"Hey, I've been a non-chief for a long time. Isn't it normal for the European emperor to be like this? There seems to be something wrong with his hearing, but it's not a big problem. It's just that our tank is probably scrapped, and my driver is still repairing it..."

Ouhuang once was okay.

Irena's expression couldn't help but be a little weird.

Isn’t it a loss of blood if you use European energy to save your life?

At least I'll save it for the lottery...

However, now is not the time to complain.

Seeing that the mole was still alive, he immediately asked.

"Can your tank be repaired?!"

"The engine is probably dead, but the car capacitor should be fine. Just connect all the broken wires and it will be over...probably." Seeing the big brother who repaired the car turned around and gave him a look, Mole was behind him again. Added a word.

Irena swallowed.

"Then...what should we do now?"

Mole took a deep breath to calm down.

"Can you see that Prowler?"

Irena picked up the telescope hanging around her neck and looked around.

After a while, he replied.

"Can't see...wait a minute, there's a lot of smoke coming from the southwest and it's heading towards us!"

"Well, I guess he heard your gunshot. I guess he will come over to take a look." Mole said.

Elf King Fugui, who was lying next to Irena, also looked over there and muttered something.

"That's weird...that iron engine doesn't generate heat? Why can't you see any heat source?"

He felt strange just now.

The other tanks were so hot that they glowed white.

Only the Prowler was dark in his "thermal vision."

"It's normal not to be able to see the heat source, but it's abnormal to be able to see it."

Mole took a deep breath and slowly continued, "Listen up... Regardless of whether we can succeed or not, we still have one chance, and only one."

The brothers in the regiment fell silent, waiting for his order.

The Mole paused and continued.

"Where you are now, there is a broken down light tank in the northwest direction... If I remember correctly, it was destroyed by 155."

Irena asked immediately.

"Then what?"

Mole: "Find a way to activate it!"

Irena was confused.

"Holy shit...I've never driven a tank."

As he spoke, he quickly looked at Elf King Fugui aside, trying to see a reliable expression on this guy's face, but the latter also looked confused.

Alliance trucks are not difficult to drive, as long as you have the skills.

But tanks are another story.

What's more, it's not their own tank, but the one from the opposite side.

but……

It didn't matter to the Mole.

He originally did not expect the 60mm "small water pipe" of the Conqueror 5 to pose any threat to the Prowler tank.

Taking a deep breath, he said seriously.

"It doesn't matter! Just listen to my instructions..."

…

On the Gobi Desert.

After hearing the news that the infantry was approaching the enemy, Stan commanded the driver to change direction and head towards the sand dunes in the northeast.

There was a destroyed Union tank there.

However, unlike other tanks, it did not burst into flames like a lighter, but simply lay down on the reverse slope of the dune.

As the Union tanks scattered and fled, Stan had no time to confirm the damage, so he handed it over to the infantry of the First Motorized Thousand.

However, he never expected...

These pieces of garbage can't even do this job well.

"...Eleventh Infantry Team, report your situation immediately!"

There was only the sound of electricity at the other end of the communication channel.

From the time the gunfire rang out to now, he had waited for a long time but had not received a response.

Stan's eyes burned with anger and he couldn't help but curse.

"This bunch of trash..."

Throwing the communicator onto the shelf next to the kettle, he pressed the switch again, activated the Meissner effect armor, and gave the order to the pilot.

"Target northeast, keep moving forward at a speed of thirty yards!"

The driver replied neatly.

"receive!"

There was not a single human figure visible in the rolling yellow sand in the distance, but he could not mishear the gunfire a few minutes ago. He estimated that it was the driver who climbed out of the tank and was struggling to his death.

Stan didn't pay much attention to the few fish that slipped through the net. What made him angry was that the infantrymen couldn't even clean up the battlefield.

What a waste it is to give the tanks of His Majesty the Great Marshal to these losers!

The goal is getting closer.

With his eyes glued to the sight, Stan kicked the driver's seat, who understood and stopped the tank.

not far away.

At the foot of a sand dune 2 kilometers away, the remains of a tank painted in desert color lay quietly.

There was a large twisted hole in the lower armor, which was punched through directly.

The turret drooped there motionless, just as it had been more than an hour ago.

With this level of damage, the tank would undoubtedly be scrapped, but the crew inside would not necessarily be killed directly. There was still a half chance of surviving.

Looking at the ten corpses 200 meters directly in front of the tank wreckage, Stan smiled coldly in his heart.

There were no footprints around the tank.

There was no blood either.

The crew member who survived was probably still hiding in the tank and pretending to be dead.

"Load high-explosive bombs." Stan ordered in a cold voice, intending to send his opponent off to the final leg.

"receive!"

The loader sitting in the car quickly pulled out the armor-piercing bullet from the gun barrel, replaced it with an orange-painted artillery shell and stuffed it into the gun barrel.

However, just when Stan was about to add a high-explosive shot to the wreckage of the tank, the armor on the side suddenly took a hit.

call out--!

A short and crisp sound scraped from the car body.

It wasn't so much a cannon as it was a toothpick scratched on the blackboard.

You can guess from the sound that the caliber of this shell is not even 100 mm.

Stan clicked his tongue impatiently and signaled the driver to turn the car 60 degrees to the left, towards the direction of the cannonball.

However, when he saw the tank through the scope, he was slightly stunned.

Conqueror 5?

"Is that our tank?"

The driver also noticed the problem and looked back at Stan suspiciously.

Stan frowned, but soon realized something, and turned on the weapon safety with a sneer.

"...just a few struggling insects."

Who does a small 60mm water pipe look down on?

Still lying there motionless.

I guess these people don't even know how to drive that tank!

At the same time, in the Conqueror V light tank that was targeted, Irena was busy stuffing shells into the barrel.

While pulling down the breech of the gun, he did not forget to shout to Brother Fugui who was sitting on the gun position.

"Did you hit it?"

"Hit!" Elf King Fugui replied casually with his eyes fixed on the sight.

Irena asked curiously.

"is that useful?"

"I have... a hammer!"

Looking at the Prowler tank with its gun barrel facing towards him, Elf King Fugui's face turned green in an instant.

Even though he knew he wouldn't die, and even though he knew this was a game world, being pointed at by the black muzzle still made him panic.

That terrifying sense of pressure goes straight into the depths of the soul...

He seemed to have seen the end of himself being blown into a pile of debris.

"Nah... is this mole okay?"

Looking at the stiff expression on his face, Irena had already guessed something and said with a subtle expression.

"It's pointless to ask this, I can only believe him once... Anyway, one more shot before I die?"

"MMP...ahhh! Damn it!" Elf King Fugui cursed and roared angrily, "I'll fight you!"

At the moment when the fire flashed in the shot, he almost reflexively pulled the trigger to fire.

The flames sprayed out from the small 60mm water pipe almost licked the warhead of the high-explosive bomb.

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the turret!

The two of them didn't even hear the explosion coming from across the steel. They were sieved by the fragments that collapsed from the inside of the steel and the shrapnel that poured into the car body.

This time, no matter whether it is the agility or the physical system, they will never die again.

but--

Stan, who destroyed them, had no time to laugh at his opponent's overestimation, and the sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth was frozen on his face forever.

The sharp-edged wedge-shaped armor folded inward in a twisted posture, and the 20-kilogram "steel needle" was like a mallet hitting a rice cake, directly blasting the car body into two pieces.

The last frame that stayed on his retina was the blown-off turret and the flames of the explosion.

until death...

He didn't even know what was happening.

At the same time, in the scrapped No. 2 B tank destroyer, electric sparks were jumping, and the power brother who had been dead for more than an hour was fluttering his bloody legs.

The capacitor that had just been repaired was completely scrapped this time.

The physique driver who was lying next to him inspecting equipment was also twitched by the electric shock. It took him a while to recover, and he almost couldn't come back.

He shook his head.

As soon as the player regained consciousness, he hurriedly climbed to the observation window of the driver's seat and anxiously raised his eyes to take a look.

When he saw the burning flame on the sand dune, he was shocked.

"...What the hell!?"

After blurting out a national curse, he suddenly turned back to look at the regimental commander sitting under the turret.

"It's done...?"

"Well..." Mole was also shocked, but because of the distance, it wasn't as dramatic as him.

"Awesome!!!" The player swallowed, clenched his fists with excitement and asked, "Brother, how did you do it?"

Mole, who was leaning on the seat, completely relaxed his tense shoulders and spoke to him patiently.

"The Meissner effect not only affects superconductors close to the magnetic field, but the force against changes in magnetic flux also acts on superconductors far away from the magnetic field... So at the moment when the cannon is fired, the field must be lifted, otherwise the phase-change projectile will not be able to fly at all. Get out. It has two options, either to turn off the magnetic field or to turn off the field that causes the conductor to undergo phase change."

"No matter which option you choose, as long as Newton's coffin board is still covered...that's the best shooting window."

"As long as you fire at the moment it fires, as long as you hit it before its armor takes effect again... you can hope to destroy it."

After a pause, he continued.

"Of course...this is just my speculation."

Also thanks to the Meissner effect armor.

If it is a deflector shield, then this kind of thing is beyond the scope of high school physics.

If he doesn't even understand the principle, he's really at his wits end.

Although he was confused when he heard this, the physique player still swallowed.

"...but you guessed it right."

The Mole nodded and smiled weakly.

"To be precise, the bet was right..."

Without the protection of the Meissner effect armor, no matter how thick the alloy armor is, it is nothing more than a piece of paper in front of the 60-megajoule electromagnetic gun.

The moment your index finger releases the switch.

He felt that his back was soaked with sweat, but he still managed a smile of relief on his face.

Although they suffered heavy casualties, the Skeleton Corps finally wiped out all the tanks on the opposite side, and even destroyed the Prowler, which was almost impossible to destroy...

Although there was nothing he could do about not arriving at the airport on time, this was the best result he could achieve.

At least 15 tanks came in as reinforcements.

And the most difficult Prowler has been dealt with.

With the micro control of "Ace Pilot", it shouldn't be a big problem if you persist for a few minutes.

I don’t know if the manager can see his efforts, but he has already seen the shining golden pop-up window in his hallucination.

[Congratulations to "The Mole on the Run"... and other players for winning the first kill of the "Prowler" tank! 】

To be able to leave such a line on the Alliance’s monument——

This life is worth it!

…

On the other side, some distant and peaceful world.

No matter how fierce the battle on the frontline is, the atmosphere here will always be the most relaxed, and it is a haven for players and cloud players alike.

Irena, who has been offline, is already having fun with everyone in the forum.

Hearing that Mole planned to challenge the Prowler, the cloud players who had just been discussing the BOSS's weaknesses all asked Professor Yang to come over and open a market for everyone to place bets.

Irena: "Don't bet. The mole hasn't come down for so long. I estimate that 80% of it is done. Isn't it time to give away money when the market opens? (Funny)"

At this time, Mosquito suddenly interjected something mean.

"How do you know he's not embarrassed to go to the forum because he's embarrassed?"

Ye Shi: "Damn! It makes sense!"

Xinghe was not dreaming: "Ahem, brothers of the Skeleton Corps, where are you? Did the tank fall into the pit? The chewing gum I'm waiting for will turn into rubber."

Irena: "Ahem, we encountered an armored division, but we have already dealt with it... By the way, why did you come down? What's your situation?"

Xinghe was not dreaming: "Hey, Mofa, we were bitten by fighter jets. We just managed to dodge a round of cannons and an unknown missile."

Crow Crow: "Then the nuclear bomb is about to take off? Σ(゜ロ゜;)"

Teng Teng: "!!!"

Stop talking nonsense: "Holy shit!?"

The professional players who were peeping at the screen were instantly blown away.

Xinghe is not dreaming: "Ahem, I fired the last missile to the airport before disconnecting. Although the range is a bit exceeded...but it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Elf King Fugui: "One missile? Is it powerful enough?"

Xing He Bu Meng: "Metal hydrogen charge, brother! That's metallic hydrogen! It must be enough! T.T"

You don't even need to hit the plane, as long as you blow up a hole in the airport runway, the plane will naturally not be able to fly.

Irena: "Hey, that's good. By the way, where's Luo Yu? Why didn't you see that guy? (Funny)"

Xinghe is not dreaming: "emmm... I don't know, I'm just wondering."