(Thank you for the reward of Tianma Meteor Cannon~)

In the eyes of other tank soldiers, it is naturally a pleasure to drive a "two-headed rhinoceros"; but in fact, no matter the commander or the gunner who carries for the fire control system, they do not think it is a thing worth showing off. In their opinion, the military engineers are simply full and have nothing to do, so they have to build such heavy tanks. It would be fine if they don't fight, but once a war occurs, there is no doubt that the "two-headed rhinoceros" will definitely be the opponent's focus of care. If you can't beat a single shot, what about ten or hundreds of cannons?

Also, it is not a good thing to be on duty under the nose of the brigade commander. They are combatants, not orders. If they win the battle, the credit is the charge troops and the commander. If they are defeated, they will inevitably become the target of the brigade commander. It is really a matter of grandma's love and uncle's love.

"Where is the missile?" Longfellow yelled with his neck.

"The infrared radiation level of enemy locomotives is lower than that of our saber-toothed tigers. As for laser guidance, it is not applicable in such a close-range combat environment."

"Damn it! Damn it!" Longfellow was so anxious that he jumped straight into his foot. The missile and the cannon could not be used. The small-caliber gun was shot without any response. The large-caliber machine cannon could not catch up with the enemy's speed.

A man, an armed motorcycle, actually played with him, and his entire armored brigade was circling. This matter was to be passed back to the division headquarters. If he had any face to see others in the future, he might as well take out the Paladin m5 on his waist, open his mouth, wrap his tongue, and feed himself a flash.

If there is anything else that can threaten the enemy's super-high-speed armed locomotives, there are only agile air units such as armed helicopters and combat shuttles. It is true that the 288th Division has an aviation combat regiment, but they are stationed in an area further north of the long-range firepower point. If they want to obtain air firepower support, they must contact the division's Air Force Command Center.

Nearly 100 kilometers north of the institute, the area of ​​the institute was obscured by powerful electromagnetic interference, and it was simply a dream to contact us through wireless devices. Longfellow can only hope that the laser communication satellite will be in place as soon as possible so that he can call for support from the armed helicopter and send the abominable guy to hell.

Perhaps Longfellow's prayer played a role, and when Aros was slaughtering government infantry, a roar of a turbine engine came from the northern sky.

Five "Pharmless"-class armed helicopters rushed from the northeast, and the sun shone on the glass windows of the cockpit to reflect dazzling bright lights.

The "Pirate" helicopter is a pure attack aircraft. It can provide long-range strikes on armored vehicles and infantry fire support missions. The foldable turbo fans above the two wings of its fuselage can provide strong power and stability for the fuselage. Several honeycomb rocket launchers and 2x4 air-to-ground dual-purpose missiles are installed below the wings. In addition, a 30mm caliber cannon is each equipped with a pair of attached wings under the head. Using the optical sights and data link system on the fuselage, it can not only effectively fight against armored vehicles and infantry on the ground, but also launch a range of sight strikes on afar aerial targets.

"Air... air reinforcements are coming?" Longfellow said stutteringly. The "venomous weasel" came too timely, and this is simply a timely help. Longfellow feels that he should thank God.

In fact, as early as when the ammunition supply truck was bombed and the raging fire was ignited, the northern aviation combat regiment had already taken action. Electronic interference and attacking long-range fire positions all showed that this was an organized and planned beheading operation. The commanding officer of the aviation combat regiment belonging to the 288th Division was not a pamper. He immediately sent four "Pharmless Weasel" armed helicopter air support troops to deal with the current emergency.

Due to the bushes and the wreckage of armored vehicles, ground weapons are difficult to pose a threat to vulture tanks. But it is different in the air. The 30mm caliber cannon is controlled by the helicopter pilot, forcing Aros to gradually move away from the infantry formation of the Tank Brigade.

At the same time, under Longfellow's command, the "unihorned rhinoceros" tanks on both wings also began to shrink their defense lines, protecting light units in the center, and cooperating with the "toxic weasels" in the air to launch intensive shelling of vulture war vehicles.

As time goes by, the veteran's situation becomes worse and worse. However, the armored brigade's morale is greatly improved, and Longfellow's shout echoes over the battlefield: "Boom me, blow his head, don't leave any living mouths. The empire does not need to be captured."

The gunners in the tank pulled the trigger hard, and the "Pharmless Weasel" drivers opened fire while dispersing back and forth, slowly unfolding the formation, forcing Aros into the fire center.

Longfellow seemed to see the scene of a vulture chariot being shot and rolling, as if he heard the driver's wailing. Through the "two-headed rhinoceros" car TV, he stared at the veteran, for fear of missing a minute and a second. The good show is about to begin, and the excitement is right in front of him!

Finally, Aros stopped shooting, but... he did not escape, nor surrender, but raised his pistol and shot a red tracer bullet into the sky.

When the tracer bomb carried thick white smoke and exploded into a circle of fireworks in the sky, Longfellow was stunned, "What is this guy doing? Summon reinforcements? Faced with the violent bombing of five 'toxic weasels' and the 'unihorned rhino' tank cluster, it would be difficult to make a difference without the brigade-level ground forces. The military intelligence department once said that the enemy of the institute is at most mechanized infantry and several mobile vehicles. With only such a small force, what are you talking about for reinforcements?"

Facts have proved that Longfellow was cheated and was actually cheated by the intelligence department of his own army. Those cheaters said that the enemy was just a group of mechanized soldiers with two legs, but what was the thing that whistled from the sky and had a pair of wings under their ribs?

Woo...

A huge and sharp sonic boom came from the southern sky, and three small black dots expanded rapidly, and then Longfellow saw five smoke dragons flying past and coming straight north from the distant sky, like an arrow from the string, hitting the five "Phantom Weasel" armed helicopters that were forcing the vulture chariot into desperate situation.

A cluster of flames exploded in the air, and the powerful destructive power of the mt50 Ranzel missile tore the helicopter's composite armor apart. The "Piracy Weasel" helicopter was like a long worm cut in half, igniting a raging fire and falling directly from the air.

The strong wind brought by the turbine made the vegetation tilt, and the huge impact generated by the fall of the fuselage wreckage pushed out a long trench on the ground. Five "toxic weasels" had not even had time to react when facing the fighter jets attacked from afar. Then they were blown into a pile of broken copper and iron, falling on the ground and burning miserably.

Woo...

Like the whimpering of the north wind, the Viking fighter turned around and Aros took this opportunity to twist and roar southward.

The guns stopped for about 4 or 5 seconds, and Longfellow came to his senses. Looking at the silver dragon that was leaving, he gritted his teeth: "Chase! Chase me!"

Electromagnetic interference interrupts communication, and the enemy's super-long-range artillery drops the long-range fire point, and the operation to knock the mountain and shake the tiger has failed. If you are on standby, the enemy's long-range artillery fire will sooner or later fall on the armored brigade. There are only two roads in front of Longfellow, either advance or retreat!

The armored brigade had a total of more than 900 mechanized infantrymen, with a total of 2 battalions of more than 900 people, and in the just-coming fire exchange, more than 150 were killed by the opponent alone. In addition to these, there were more than a dozen light armored chariots. This is definitely a shame. If the merits cannot be reduced and the enemy's long-range firepower points are destroyed, then Ta Longfellow's military career will end.

So, he has no choice but to attack! Attack!

The Pioneer Tank Company, which was arranged by Aros, had already held its breath. After receiving the order, they all tried their best to rush to the south at the maximum speed.

...

Many times, war is like snowballing, and it will grow bigger and bigger without realizing it.

According to the speed of the vulture chariot, the bulky "onehorned rhinoceros" was absolutely impossible to catch up with, Longfellow knew it well. His plan was to remove the rebels' long-range firepower points. Such a record was enough to excuse himself.

Being able to attack moving targets fifty or sixty kilometers away, weapons and equipment like this must be extremely bulky. Longfellow is very confident in his armored forces. Moreover, the laser communication network has been completed halfway. In a few minutes, low-altitude orbit reconnaissance satellites can target the armored forces and launch an over-visual range strike.

The main station tanks of 30 "onehorned rhinoceros" opened the road in front of the heads. The rolling steel peak was like a powerful road rolling mill, crossing the green fields of vegetation. Continue to move southward.

After driving for about two minutes, the Pioneer Company in front suddenly discovered a situation. The vulture chariot that should have run away had appeared in the field of view of the optical probe, as if it was deliberately provoking, slowly hanging a little outside the range of the "onehorned rhinoceros" straight aim.

Uncle, aunt, can't bear it, and even the soldiers' lungs were almost irritated. In the previous battle, the guy broke through the front-line tank formation with a single-soldier armed locomotive and exploded the tender chrysanthemums of the armored brigade. Now he has played this trick again. He took off his pants and said, "Come on, come on, if you have the ability, you can burst my chrysanthemums!" What's the difference?

The commanders were glaring and almost regarded the accelerator as the veteran's testicles. The "onehorned rhinoceros" leaped with the ups and downs of the terrain, chasing the figure ahead frantically. For a moment, the commanders were immersed in the pursuit of prey and could not extricate themselves, which made them feel very happy and felt a sigh of anger in their hearts.

The gunners swayed the operating rods, and waited to get closer and then they could create a hole in the butt egg of the guy they hated. Some people's palms were sweating, which was even more nervous than the wedding night.

Aros was like a shy bride, hiding from a group of hungry beasts behind him in shock and fear.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to poke his chrysanthemum."

"Md, why are you running? The old man's things are already hungry and thirsty." The gunner roared in the front "onehorn rhinoceros" rushing into the "onehorn rhinoceros" and roared in vain.

"Hewlett, that guy is a man, you're so heavy!" The driver couldn't stand it.

"Men? So what about men? Isn't it just one hole less than a woman? I'll shoot him over and give him a hole-making operation. Then my brother will send three holes together."

"…Heullett, you're so disgusting."

"I'm not like you. Enemas are too troublesome. My way of dealing with the world is only three words. It's wild! Simple! Rough!"

"Those are six words..."

“…”

Huglitter stared at the vulture's back so seriously that even if it was a fart, he would not want to hide it from his eyes. Then, he saw that a fart was really a fart. Aros raised his butt, and a wisp of white smoke spurted out from Ma Runjia's exhaust hole.

Hewlett's eyes widened and couldn't help but curse: "I'm x your uncle!"

His voice was very loud, and he suppressed the strange screams of the car captain.

The one-horned rhinoceros rushed up a hill, then leaped out, and through the panoramic camera around the car body, the commander observed a strange scene.

A bulge raised below the mound. Then, a strange device with red light flashed at the top drilled out. The four legs pressed on the ground and bounced it, and then it flew up, then put on the chassis of the "onehorned rhinoceros".

"What...what does it do?" The car's scalp was numb, and there was... the chrysanthemum of the "onehorn rhinoceros".

boom!

A loud bang. The "unihorned rhinoceros" that was nearly 9 meters long and 4 meters high burst, and the cabin was divided into two, and the turret even flew into the sky. As for Hewlett and the captain, their entire body was split into pieces, leaving no complete leg bones left.

Boom! Boom!

Immediately afterwards, two more tanks followed their footsteps.

The Iron Triangle Army was wiped out, and the other soldiers of the Pioneer and the others suddenly woke up from the passionate battle of Zhulu. They felt cold all over, as if they fell into an ice cave.

Landmines are landmines!

Provoking, ridicule, showing off his power, wrong, and very wrong. The guy ahead didn't have such an intention at all. He just took the opportunity to smoke a cigarette and buried a few thunder.

The Pioneer Company Commander's hand holding the driver's pole was trembling. Will he rush? Will he rush? What if there are mines in front? Although he just glanced at it just now, he clearly saw the mines. He drilled out of the soil, then jumped against the ground, and glued the most fragile chassis of the "unihorned rhinoceros". It takes more intelligent landmines to complete such a complex series of actions!

Just as the First Armored Brigade under the 288th Division was hesitating whether to continue charging forward. In the research institute, when the nano-neurobot injection equipment was successfully operated, Tang Lin's treatment steps were formal, and Claya and Tang Yun were ordered to take care of him, and Tang Fang returned to the command center alone.

He looked up and glanced at the sky, and he murmured to himself, "Since Aros has had enough fun, then let's start. Are you going to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger? It's impolite to come and not go. The disobedient girl should train her well..."

As soon as he finished speaking, 30 siege tanks north of the institute moved. The 180mm plasma oscillation cannon turned and quickly locked the frontier defense positions of the long-range fire points in the north according to the coordinates from the star-track command center.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent electric snakes were connected into a piece of several meters high. The magnificent plasmon balls cut through the sky and dragged out long rainbows, like colorful ribbons.

The roar of Viking fighter jets resounded through the sky, the thorns on the surface of the eyeworm body were raised, and the maximum power of each sensor synapse was operated. Countless data streams were distributed to various combat units by the Star Orbit Command Center.

The siege tank driven by Hausen had already switched back to the mobile mode, and the powerful vehicle at the n-101 long-range fire point had turned into a pile of rags. Next, he took a look at the image data on the on-board combat system. With a turn of driving rods, he rolled over the craters of all sizes around him, and the siege tank quickly drove northward.

The offensive momentum of the First Armored Brigade under the 288th Division has weakened a lot compared to before. The one who rushed to the front has also replaced the main battle tank of the "One-horned Rhino" to the "Brown Bear" class heavy minesweeper. Longfellow really has no choice but to do this. The power of the spider-thunder is too terrifying. Main station tanks like the "One-horned Rhino" can be torn apart, let alone those infantrymen.

The Mountain Ghost Commando is a good example. As a result of the past, he had to act cautiously.

Longfellow was not overwhelmed by the temporary defeat. He was still sober and knew that he would transfer a "brown bear" minesweeper to drive the road.

Longfellow can be called a calm commander, but if he knew that the vulture chariot could only be equipped with three spider thunders at most, I wonder what he would think.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Just as the tank cluster was advancing forward little by little, rainbows suddenly flashed in the southern sky.

"What is that? So beautiful..." The gunner's voice came from the front.

"It...they are coming." Next was the exclamation of the captain.

Through the high-power optical probe of the "two-headed rhinoceros", Longfellow saw such a scene. The dazzling spheres shining with colorful light were like raindrops falling into a puddle, and countless "splashes" were splashed out in the infantry cluster behind the tank formation.

Because he was afraid of being killed by Aros, the distance between the tanks in front and the two wings became more compact this time. Correspondingly, the density within the unit area of ​​the Light Armies was also greater.

In this round of volleys of 5 siege tanks, the soldiers wearing the "Guardian Knight" power armor were like shrimps poured with boiling oil. In the blink of an eye, they were all cooked. The outside was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and the color was bright. A scent of meat instantly spread.

Perhaps, from a high altitude, this is a plate of fried steel crayfish with a full range of colors, fragrance and flavor. However, for Longfellow and the others in the tank, they were unable to see and almost disgusted.

With this round of volleys alone, the entire armored brigade lost nearly 300 soldiers and more than 20 light vehicles.

Longfellow's eyes were red. From rushing out of the trench to advancing, he suffered consecutive losses. Except for the tank troops, the entire armored brigade suffered more than 50% of the losses.

He lost his merits and sins... He lost his merits and sins... He did not make any contributions, but the more he accumulated the more he was. He found that this was like gambling, and he always wanted to get back his capital, but he turned himself in as he made money.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Chapter completed!