Chapter 155 Siege Tank

"呵...Hausen, how are you? You can't lift your head because of the enemy's artillery fire? Don't worry, the reinforcements I sent to you must be arriving soon." Tang Fang's voice came from the communicator.

"You...you... Sure enough!" Howson took a deep breath: "I knew, except you, who else has the ability to free up these things."

"Hahaha, enjoy a hell party."

"Di" Tang Fang disconnected the communication, Hao Sen swallowed the minced beef in his mouth, looked up at the government army advancing slowly, and then turned his head to look behind him.

10 Hellfire Chariots spread out to both sides, outflanked by the two wing paths. As for the tanks, they stopped suddenly at 15km. Through the hyperopia function of the power armor helmet, Howson saw an extremely shocking picture.

The chassis of the tank, which was originally about 9 meters in size, sank. The four crawlers in the front row and the rear row were hooked up obliquely, and a mechanical claw protruded from each side, which was firmly attached to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the rectangular cannon barrel stretched to the left and right, transforming into an orbital cannon that shone with electric arcs.

"Changed...changed...changed...deformed?" Howson opened his mouth like a duck's egg, and even stuttered when speaking.

Just then, 10 siege tanks attacked the vanguard of the government army, and the plasma (aka plasma) concussion cannon's restrained rails flashed with lightning.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The cyan plasma ball containing ultra-high energy fell from the air and landed in the middle of a group of infantry and the saber-toothed tiger armored vehicle. The ultra-high-speed high-temperature particle clusters flew like bursting fireworks, forming a center around the landing point. A damage circle with a splash area of ​​tens of meters.

The plasma fell on the shell of the armored vehicle, directly burning it into a ball of liquid, and the driver's heart-piercing wailing came from inside. As for the infantry, even if they were wearing the "Earth Knights" which were more defensive than the "Guardian Knights", they would inevitably end up being turned into ashes.

Of the five armored vehicles, the three near the center were directly melted into slag, and the other two were riddled with holes. This is still the case with armored vehicles. Not to mention the infantry.

With ten siege tanks and ten plasma balls, the armored assault unit of the 2nd Mechanized Infantry Brigade was almost devastated, including the "One Horn Rhino" tank, the saber-toothed tiger series armored vehicles, and auxiliary combat robots. Including the mechanized infantry, under this round of shelling, the casualties alone reached more than 200.

Everything touched by the plasma is wiped out. For a while, there was a lot of mourning, and the screams in the communicator were like the repeated noise of an old-fashioned DVD player.

Gibbon Dale stared blankly at the scene on the monitor,

Lost resilience for a while, what's going on? What the hell are those "shells"? Where do they come from? According to the information given by the City Defense Army, the enemy is just a group of infantry, infantry? Infantry, you second uncle!

In fact, he had vaguely guessed the origin of the "cannonball" in his heart, but. He doesn't believe it! Will that kind of weapon that is only configured on the latest warships of human society appear here? God, it's just not possible!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Another round of shelling, the same shell, the same damage effect, the casualties are increasing. The soldiers wailed, trembled, and even froze.

"Brigade Commander, Brigadier Commander? What should we do? You gave the order." It was Morse, the commander of the Second Battalion. His men rushed to the front and suffered the most casualties. Before launching the charge, he had issued a military order. If you don't wipe out the enemy, come and see me.

Hmph, this coward, is he afraid? Back off? In the past, Lieutenant Colonel Gibbon would have severely reprimanded him, and then called him a coward. But. At this moment, facing those death plasmas falling from the sky, even if it was him, he had no choice but to run away.

"Scatter, order the soldiers to disperse. Spread the formation and expand the distance." Gibbon Dale ordered loudly. He didn't want to give up, and he didn't dare to give up so easily. That was the Appalus military industrial base. If there was a mistake, Lord Kane's wrath will burn everyone to ashes.

"Aviation Battalion, what are your unmanned reconnaissance planes and early warning planes for? Hurry up and find them for me. You must find out where these 'plasma balls' come from!"

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel." The Aviation Battalion Commander agreed, and then said: "Battalion Commander, the early warning aircraft just found a heat source reaction on the left and right wings."

"I asked you to investigate the 'plasma ball'! Not..." The lieutenant colonel stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking: "Heat source reaction? Is it an enemy assault unit? Is there any detailed data?"

"Judging from the images sent back by the drone, it is a light vehicle with a high speed."

"Light vehicle? Okay, I see, continue with your mission."

"Yes!"

After disconnecting the communication, Gibbon Dalle sent an order to the troops on the two wings, leaving the heavily armored tanks outside and the infantry inside. He didn't care about the light vehicles on the two wings, because facing the "one horned rhinoceros" tank, light vehicles are the life of delivering food.

Gibbon Dale's considerations are reasonable, but unfortunately, his tactical thinking used the wrong target.

10 trains rushed out from the left and right wings, dodged the shelling of the tanks with their super high mobility, and then strafed with the machine guns on their shoulders, and rushed into the infantry group in the center of the formation. The "Hellfire" injector turned around and reached 40 Domi's high-temperature flames spewed out, covering those "lucky ones" with a golden flame cloak.

There were no screams or howls, and more than 30 soldiers were directly melted into a pile of coke and flew away.

The train turned around and avoided the machine guns from the armored vehicles very flexibly. The trajectory changed, and it interspersed between the armored vehicles and the tanks, occasionally taking the lives of infantry.

Perhaps the machine gun of the armored vehicle annoyed a Hellfire driver. The flamethrower changed direction and sprayed on the shell of a saber-toothed tiger anti-armored combat vehicle. The ultra-high temperature flame directly burned the armor, and entered along the hole.

"Ah, ah..." Amidst the driver's mournful wailing, the nearly 7-meter-long saber-toothed tiger armored vehicle seemed to have been bitten off, and most of the front of the vehicle was gone.

Gibbon Daller stared blankly at the images on the monitor, his face turning blue and green, eggplant for a while, cucumber for a while. Light Armor? This... is this a light armored chariot? Fuck it grandma, it's a plasma ball for a while, a high-temperature flame for a while, is the cutting-edge weapon a Chinese cabbage? Where did this tm come from!

"Brigade Commander, the drone has captured the source of the plasma ball, about 20km away, it looks like a heavy tank." As soon as the commander of the Aviation Battalion finished speaking, the intelligence officer transferred a photo to the monitor.

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