Orc Tyrant

Kolobanov bit his lip.

The explosion was far away from them, but just on their way back to the bunker.

Another bombing?

maybe.

Long-range artillery or giant rockets?

But his vehicle remained stationary, something else was shaking the ground.

Suddenly, the shock came again, and then again, as if responding to his thoughts.

This slow rhythm made him feel like he was alone in a dark forest, listening to the invisible scary sound hovering at the edge of his field of vision.

"Lieutenant—"

The voice on the radio sounded tired and cold, but for some reason, Kolobanov had never been so happy to hear someone speak.

"Did you feel it?"

It was the captain of the light tank whose tracks were damaged.

"Yes it is."

Kolobanov whispered, as if afraid of something shocked, everyone deliberately lowered their voices.

"There was an explosion in the southeast."

"A night attack?"

The other party responded, with a glimmer of hope in the words?

"But the vibration and explosion are not synchronized."

"Maybe it will take longer for the shock wave to pass through the rocks and the ground."

"maybe."

Kolobanov could hear his voice lacking self-confidence.

"I think we should set off right away and keep the communication silent."

"What? We haven't completely—"

But Kolobanov had already pressed another button on the radio.

"176, can you hear me?"

He waited for a while, then sent the message again.

"176——"

"I heard you, Lieutenant."

It sounds like the captain is struggling to wake up.

"well."

Kolobanov opened the channel again.

"All units, we must keep quiet and move forward at the slowest speed. I have a bad feeling that I can't stay in this place."

He finally glanced into the periscope and reached for the radio button.

The ground shook once, and then again.

"Wait—"

A voice was about to speak against, but couldn't finish it.

Everyone was stunned.

A behemoth strode out of the dense fog in front of Kolobanov's eyes, as if walking through a curtain to the front desk.

A few meters thick curved armor plate covers its shoulders, and its back looks like it is curved under the weight of the rockets and weapons it carries. Bright yellow and black paint covers its raised metal skin.

Its arms combine a long-barreled weapon with a frighteningly large pliers. The oily shell covered by its limbs gleams in the dense fog, and its eyes are shining with electronic green light.

The beam shot in front of it, and the thick and thin pistons of a tree trunk made a hissing sound as it moved forward, and a grotesque smiling face was carved on its barrel-shaped belly. This face Kolobanov has seen countless times today. Up.

Damn it, Ok's smiling face.

But there is nothing worse than encountering this smiling face in this situation. It is the **** of war, a top-notch war machine, and the world trembles under its feet.

This is the Maoge warlord brought by the great skill tyrant Aghem from the abandoned city. It lost its way in the intricate terrain of the canyon, but came to the front of Kolobanov's team by mistake.

So bad luck fell on Kolobanov's side.

"Reverse!"

Kolobanov felt himself screaming, Joe was also screaming, the engine of the YT tank roared and output full power, and the radio was flooded with yells from the other two tanks.

General Mao noticed these armors. It has destroyed a lot of Xiami's armors today. It knows that these little things are very weak, so it advances unhurriedly. Flames spurt from the front end of its right arm and follow the weapon. The rotation of the body tube makes a continuous, harsh noise.

"Quick, quick! We are going to be blasted to the sky!!"

Kolobanov was screaming, but his car screamed and protested without warming up and directly outputting its full strength.

But it still obeyed, retreating suddenly, the crawler gouging the ground.

"Come!! Sit firmly!!!"

Joe yelled, he was holding the gun scope and his hand on the firing rod.

Boom~~~~!

The ground around them exploded, and the reconnaissance vehicle with damaged tracks was directly bounced into the air because it was unable to dodge, and then hit it heavily.

In an instant, the yellow and red flames flashed in the observation seam, and the body sounded as the shrapnel collided.

"Damn!"

When the hapless light tank landed, Kolobanov slammed into the front, and the pain exploded in his brain, as if there was a high-pitched noise around him.

Soon, the warm liquid flowed from his forehead to his left eye, but he didn't have time to pay attention.

Kolobanov reached for the joysticks, and even though his vision was blurred and blocked, he still touched them through his gloves.

His tank was still moving, and as soon as it stabilized, the track began to slide and turn.

Kolobanov pushed **** the right track, and the car turned around swayingly.

Outside the car, General Mao’s weapons roared again, and the whole world was shaking, as if being shaken by an old god.

Kolobanov pushed the chariot forward, and the gears screamed as the gear snapped at high speed.

They only have a few seconds at most.

Kolobanov had heard stories about the giant Ouke machinery, and even saw several photos taken during their actions. It is rumored that they carried enough firepower to turn the city into ruins and molten glass.

Perhaps they are still alive only because this terrible machine only released a small amount of power in order to kill them.

Through the blurred vision, he could see blue and white light flashing in the observation slit, and heard the scream of plasma cutting air.

The No. 41 122mm main gun fired directly at the advancing machine. The shell hit the first armor of the giant machine, but only a few insignificant pieces of iron were blown away.

Warlord Mao roared back. The howl of its war horn overwhelmed its footsteps. At the same time, the left arm weapon began to glow, lightning gathered on the focusing coil, and steam began to emerge from the weapon barrel.

Kolobanov also noticed that even the weapon on its right arm began to rotate, obviously this time it was going to use its full strength.

"How long does it take to fire again?"

Kolobanov yelled that No. 41 was swaying, changing directions in order to avoid being hit as much as possible.

Everyone was sweaty in their uniforms. Kolobanov felt a tingling sensation in his eyes when he tried to focus his attention. He was optimistic that they might have successfully penetrated the enemy's armor.

But in fact, this is not enough to threaten the machine itself.

He watched General Mao’s revolving weapon spin and accelerate heavily, while the plasma weapon on its other arm was gathering energy and spewing sparks into the air.

At this time, the sweaty loader finally stuffed the **** shell into the barrel and reclosed the breech block. It was too much effort for one person to operate the loading. Kolobanov had already reflected this problem and hoped to be able to Add a loader position.

"It's reloaded! You can fire!"