Chapter 646

"Yes."

Sommer answered with a tremble.

"There's an explosion in the southeast."

"Is that why?"

"Maybe, but the vibration and explosion are not synchronized."

"I know it takes longer for shock waves to pass through rocks and land."

"Maybe so."

Sommer could hear his voice and lacked confidence. Then he pressed another button on the transmitter.

"Car two, can you hear me?"

He waited a moment and then sent a message again.

"Car number two."

"I heard you, sergeant."

It sounds like the number two conductor is struggling to wake up.

"Very good."

Sommer turns on the squadron transmitter channel again.

"All units and personnel return to the car. We need to keep cool and quiet, turn off everything except the air supply, I mean everything! Don't move, don't use anything that is hot or needs energy, and start the transmitter in three minutes."

He finally looked into the viewfinder and reached for the power button.

The earth shook once, and then again.

"Wait a minute -"

The conductor of car No. 2 wanted to speak against it, but he couldn't finish.

In the frightened eyes of the crowd, a giant strode out of the thick fog, just like walking through the curtain to the front desk.

This is a barrel shaped object that looks funny. A few meters thick curved armor plate covers its shoulders. Its back looks like it is bent under the weight of the missile it carries. It has raised metal skin covered with orange paint. Two of the three arms are long barrel weapons, and one arm is a huge circular saw.

In terms of body size, it is much larger than the knight mecha, similar to the battle dog Titan.

For such machines, the Empire has a more popular name - Ancient garbage.

This term is not well explained. Some people think it is a simple onomatopoeia, while others believe that the name means "ancient huge space garbage dump", but if you really think it is just a pile of garbage, you are very wrong.

When it appeared, the oily shell of the void shield flashed in the thick fog, the green light of electrons flashed in the eyes of the ugly smiling head, and the piston as thick as a tree trunk hissed as it moved forward.

It is the God of war, a terrible war machine, and the world seems to tremble at its feet!

"Shit! Back up!"

Sommer felt himself screaming, the driver yelling, the salamander's engine roaring out its full strength, and the transmitter was filled with the cries of other passengers.

The steel Troll was still moving slowly, but Sommer could see the flame spewing from the front of his right arm and making a continuous, harsh noise as the weapon barrel turned.

The salamander scout car screamed to protest the driver's direct output of all his strength without hot car, but its soul obeyed the rough operation, retreated sharply, and the track shaved the ground.

"I can't aim!"

The gunner who had drilled out of the cabin to operate the automatic gun shouted. He was holding the sight and putting his hand on the firing rod.

"Forget your gun! Are you going to tickle it!"

Sommer's words didn't finish. The surrounding ground exploded suddenly, and the reconnaissance car was bounced into the air, and then hit heavily.

In his world, only yellow and red flames flashed in the observation seam, and the car body sounded with the collision of shrapnel.

When the salamander landed, he also hit the front. The pain exploded in his brain, as if there was a high pitched noise around him. Then he felt the warm liquid flowing from his forehead to his left eye.

The driver around him was even worse and knocked out directly.

In this case, Sommer didn't have time to bandage, but reached for the lever.

Although his sight was blurred and blocked, he touched them through his gloves.

The vehicle is still moving. As soon as it lands, the track begins to slide and turn.

Sommer shoved the right track and the car shook and turned around.

Outside the car, the alien Titan's weapons roared again, and the whole world was shaking, as if shaken by the old gods.

Sommer pushes the lever forward and the gear screams when it engages at high speed.

They only have a few seconds at most.

Sommer has heard stories about Titans and even seen several commemorative photos taken during their actions. They carry enough firepower to turn the city into ruins and molten glass.

Even if this giant machine looks crude and primitive, it is still a terrible killer of the same type.

The reason why the salamander reconnaissance vehicle is still alive is that this terrible machine has only released a little power to kill them.

Through the blurred vision, he could see the blue and white light flashing through the observation gap and hear the sharp sound of laser cutting air.

The gunner was not thrown out, and he really opened fire on the advancing machine with an automatic gun.

The tiny ammunition hit the void shield, but set off ripples that could not be observed by the naked eye.

The green ancient garbage roared back. The howl of its war horn overshadowed its footsteps. At the same time, its left arm weapon began to shine, lightning gathered on the focusing coil, and steam began to emerge from the weapon tube and began to rotate.

"Fuck the green skin!"

Sommer, who felt the imminent disaster, roared reluctantly.

Suddenly, he heard the shrill sound of scraping his eardrum. Directly in the fog, a huge ion beam hit from a distance, hit the shield of the ancient garbage and broke them one after another.

Then the flickering light disappeared, and the image of the special-shaped machine appeared again, still standing, but lost the shield.

"Speed up!"

Sommer shouted, knowing that the opportunity was rare.

But the weapons of the ancient garbage have also been stored up, sending out angry light as red as forge steel. He can almost hear the energy roaring in the weapons to break free.

While the other side opened fire, another red light beam hit its side.

At that moment, the time seemed to freeze for a second, and then along with the giant, an uneven light spot was formed in the left arm of the ancient garbage, and then it disintegrated.

The alien Titan stumbled, sparks spilled from the wreckage of its left arm, and debris rained down to the ground.

Its armor rippled due to heat, the paint on it burned and fell off, and the huge head sank slightly. Then it swayed like a recovering soldier who had just been hit hard.

The burning oil and sparks flowed out of the cracks in the armor, and the painful roar came out of the half melted war horn, but it was a fierce beast, which was not easy to yield. Its head was raised again, and stood upright with the scream of the heat deformed gear.

It opened fire, and shells gushed out of its remaining arms, stirring the earth in front of it, filling the air with angry thunder.

The salamander scout cars trembled like a matchbox dancing in hail.

Then Sommer saw that the sign of car two went out.

"Car two is over!"

Sommer heard the voice of the captain of car No. 3. At that moment, he felt a rage through his brain.

"Withdraw!"

"Sir! Look north!"