Chapter 645

Standard Tera calendar, 941.m41

Amegiddoton planet, subcontinent, gray desert

Three salamander reconnaissance vehicles are trudging through the dry plain, forming a loose triangular formation in the cold moonlight.

From a high point of view, they are moving at a walking speed, raising bursts of dust behind them.

In front, a thick yellowish brown fog was approaching slowly, blocking the moonlight like a wall.

Farek Sommer closed his eyes for a moment in the dark cabin, which closed the light hole and blocked the moonlight. His eyes were sore from staring out through the slit and sight glass.

The salamander reconnaissance vehicle is also a light armored vehicle based on the chimera chassis. It is mainly used for reconnaissance missions. Its speed is very fast and can be among the best among many vehicles of the Star Army. However, it also has a characteristic that the crew hate - the armor is particularly thin, so the soldiers also call it "* *".

Another feature of the salamander reconnaissance vehicle is that it does not have a closed turret. The automatic gun it carries, as well as the commander and communicator, navigation, remote and backup communication equipment are installed on a platform at the rear of the vehicle body. The driver and the gunner who operates the heavy explosives on the vehicle body are located in the front of the vehicle, and the engine of the vehicle body is installed in the middle of the tracks on both sides of the vehicle body.

This design causes two passengers outside to suffer very much, especially in a harsh environment.

So Sergeant Sommer decisively put the gunner out of the car and replaced the heavy bomb gunner.

In order to ease his vision, he raised his angle of view from time to time and looked at the night sky - those false stars and comets, as well as the fire line passing through the night, which was like a nightmare haunting him all the time.

Since the collapse of the ash plain, he has been retreating, retreating and retreating for most of the time. Because some people reported his "desertion" on the battlefield, he was deprived of his position as commander of hell dog and sent to the most dangerous reconnaissance camp to "commit crimes and meritorious deeds". After a long evacuation, His battlefield has shifted from the main continent to the subcontinent.

"We'll be back in the fog in a few minutes."

Suddenly, the voice of the commander of No. 2 car in the team came from the communicator. They were all guilty, but Sommer served longer, so he deserved to be the captain of the team.

"The investigation distance required above is 100 kilometers. Are we almost there?"

"Almost."

Sommer shrugged, even though the other party couldn't see her.

"But it's hard to determine our location now. This map is a little out of date."

The other party didn't reply. The low sound of the machine surrounded Sommer again and shook her in the noise.

A few minutes later, as the captain of car No. 2 said, the thick fog swallowed them up.

At first, the fog barrier seemed to have a cliff composed of expanding thick fog above them. Then it surrounded them and quickly swept over the lens of their periscope, rolling like sediment at the bottom of the river.

Sommer controlled his instinctive fear.

For a moment, it was like they were sinking rapidly in deep, dirty water.

He focused on the bird divination instrument and looked at the blue icons representing car 2 and car 3 approaching him from left to right. Under normal circumstances, they would disperse and rely on the bird divination instrument and the transmitter to keep in touch, but now they are at the forefront, so they are close to each other as much as possible.

After that, they moved on for another half an hour, crossing the road scattered with vehicle debris, through the rusty metal frame, and through the pond full of solidified sludge.

The sound of the track and the exhaust gas disappeared into the thick water vapor like pus. No one spoke, neither in the vehicle nor in the transmitter. The only noise was the hiss of the engine driving the track and air pump into the cabin.

"Need to stop."

Suddenly, the voice of the commander of No. 3 came from the phone, which made Sommer jump up.

"Something's wrong?"

The microphone crackled and it took a while to recover.

"The sound of the track has changed."

The captain's voice was full of fatigue.

"Maybe the metal is a little tired. I don't want to push it again."

"OK."

Sommer swallowed his tiredness. His mouth was like sand, and there were bursts of pain in the back of his eyes.

"But just rest in place."

Then he blinked, shook his head and tried to regain his attention.

If he stayed outside for a long time, they might not be able to drive back, so he turned on the team communication channel:

"All vehicles, stop for 15 minutes, cool the engine and keep the transmitter and bird divination instrument on."

The other two commanders confirmed the order, but he couldn't hear them clearly because he felt he was going to fall forward.

But with a thrill, he suddenly pulled himself back to his seat. It's too dangerous here. We must find a way to stay awake.

He spent a moment trying to tell where they were, calculating, and comparing the terrible landscape they passed with the luminous map on his podium.

But it's useless.

After calculating the distance for the second time, he found his eyelids trembling.

The engine has also been turned off and the vehicle is still.

Must stay awake

Must

Sommer's eyes widened, his head jerked up and hit the hatch above.

The sharp pain drove away the remnants of a dream, and his head felt not only pain from the impact, but also dizziness.

Sommer swallowed his saliva, trying to clear the smell of bile from his mouth.

Suddenly, the salamander Reconnaissance Car trembled.

Sommer froze. Is that true?

It doesn't feel like the vibration of the machine running, but like the vibration of the land under them.

He slowly turned his head to the driver. The guy was sleeping soundly. It seemed that it was just Sommer's own illusion.

Sommer sighed and pulled up his collar. Perhaps it was not true, but an echo of his dream that had not completely disappeared.

But the shock still lingered, like someone nailed a nail to his forehead.

So he carefully opened the internal transmitter.

"Does anyone feel it?"

No reply, he repeated.

The next second, the tremor came again. The driver changed his position, but he didn't wake up.

Sommer opened the outside view and pressed the eyepiece on the viewfinder.

The outside world has not changed much - it is still a high wall composed of rotating dense fog, exposed to some faded white-green infrared vision, opening and closing in the dark, like a short door opening and exposing the corridor after going out.

Under his breath holding gaze, he finally found a light spot in the distance blooming with heat, spreading and disappearing in the thick fog.

A second later, Sommer heard a rumbling explosion.

He immediately switched to the normal perspective. After a heartbeat, he saw a mass of orange light forming, leaving snowflakes on the horizon.

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

Orbital bombing?

Maybe.

Long range artillery or rockets?

But the vehicle remained stationary and something else was shaking the earth.

As he meditated, the shock came again, and then again, as if answering his thoughts.

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

"Sommer."

Suddenly, the messenger responded, and the voice of the commander of No. 3 sounded tired and cold.

"Do you feel it?"