Chapter 653

"Tactical report!"

There are enough surprises today. Kurz Mannheim speaks with a vibrato,

A painful roaring code came from the horn of the injured steel hammer. It was about to stand firm. The sensing officer listened hard, trying to sort out the complex code, and stared at the erratic parameters of the bird divination instrument.

"A small amount of damage to the body is within control, captain."

Then the data officer began to report.

"We have 14 damaged, 3 seriously injured and 11 killed, including 7 dogs, 3 predators and 1 general."

This figure made Kurtz's heart ache, and the iron skull Legion had never suffered such a huge loss.

"Where's the enemy."

"The enemy is almost completely destroyed. The data show that the enemy still has two enemy planes alive, located at position 458."

"Confirm, continue scanning."

"Doing it, captain."

Kurz Mannheim took a deep breath and calmed down. After careful consideration, his luck today is not so bad. At least at the juncture when the Legion was on the verge of extinction, reinforcements appeared, and it was astat.

"It's time to counterattack, shield, attack pace, and prepare the main weapons."

"Shield deployment!"

"Accelerate to the pace of attack!"

"Engine activated to maximum power, captain."

Another wave of missiles in front landed with hot air. The wailing of a decorated war dog not far away sounded even more miserable, because it rushed too far forward, just a phosphating weapon exploded at its feet, and the flame immediately climbed up its right leg.

"Damn --"

The sensing officer in the corner suddenly murmured to himself.

"What weapons are these astats using? They can ignite metal..."

"I only remind you once. You can only say this in the cockpit. You have to have self-respect outside, sensor officer. Astat is not something you can question."

"Yes, captain... I'm very sorry, Captain!"

Then the sensing officer tried to adjust the scanning device.

"The whole area is in an abnormally high temperature state, and it is difficult to obtain clear images. Captain, the bird divination instrument operating at full power still can not filter the thermal signal interference in the target area."

"I don't want to hear excuses, sensor officer!"

"No excuse, captain."

The gunner took the opportunity to cut in.

"The sensor officer is right. We have targeted the ambush herd. They are very good at using any electromagnetic concentration point in this land to cover up their identity. Now the astats' weapons have messed up the thermal imaging."

One kilometer to the east of them, the remaining titans of the steel skull Legion have launched long-range cover shooting, and the two predator classes spew out a jet of heavy artillery fire in the distance as they advance.

"Command the Legion to keep the attack pace."

Kurz Mannheim ordered:

"Continue to suppress the shelling, and we will advance to close support astat."

"Yes, Captain, that's a good idea."

Kurz Mannheim tried to focus on the target area, but the aiming system and detection system still got nothing. At this time, the system prompted that a tail automatic loader seemed to have low speed and might be jammed - it was like a spindle in a textile machine.

"Technical priest! Pay attention to rear loader No. 9!"

He made a quick call.

"The fault occurred and has been reported to the modulation officer."

Here comes the reply from the technical priest.

"I sent some flight attendants."

After rounds of bombing, the whole swamp has changed beyond recognition,

Thick smoke and reverberating codes shuttle through the air, and the ground is full of bumps of metal debris piles and several meters of deep pits.

"Multiple dangerous path alerts!"

Then the power officer shouted.

"It must be reduced to a third of the pace."

"Agree, slow down."

Kurz Mannheim moved his hips forward. He could feel the huge body of the steel hammer stepping over the war ravaged area. As early as the era when the Titans learned to learn, the tutors told the terrible story that his engines that ran too fast on dangerous terrain finally broke through their own traction limit, In a morbid hurry, they took themselves away from the limit that the gyroscope and inertial damper can control, and finally overturned. They can only helplessly witness the arrival of the enemy.

"Don't work against the lever. Make sure it works slowly and gently to keep us stable."

"Yes, captain."

They were passing through dark oil smoke, which washed the whole cockpit from head to foot. Phosphorous fire was flowing everywhere, carbonizing their bodies, and the whole battlefield was like a legendary dark hell.

"Hold on."

Another step, another step, the bird divination instrument was searching with all its strength, but it could only read the shell of the wreckage.

"Where have they gone?"

"They haven't escaped yet, captain. I've found their tracks. They're still here."

These hunters, stalkers and dormant beasts still don't give up their hunting.

They hide in smoke and flames, waiting for the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from close range.

"Reduce the speed to one tenth, rotate the waist and track the target, keep the weapon active and ready."

The upper body of the steel hammer began to rotate slowly: left, right, left and right. It was patiently inspecting each piece of land in front of it.

"3-4-3 azimuth, 70 meters away!"

Suddenly, the sensing officer made a sound, but the sound was very low.

"I think it's a heat signal."

"I think so, sensor officer."

"Where's the firing permit, captain?"

"Permission."

The gunner activated the firing system, the plasma destroyer released its rage, and the sensing flow back to the system was very sweet and extremely excited, which Kurtz Mannheim had been looking forward to for a long time.

The next second, a shit yellow painted gungat like a frightened bird sprang out of the flames.

It was hurt, one leg drooped, and sparks came out of the heat exchanger on its back.

"Clear goal!"

Kurtz roared.

"Lock me in!"

"Yes, the missile is locked!"

"Five volleys!"

Then,

The missile spewed out of the launcher at the back. When the solid projectile slammed out of the chamber, they could feel the bumps in the cockpit and hear the friction sound of the loading system pushing the new rocket into the bomb nest.

This is an overkill,

When the first three missiles hit gungat's back, they had killed it, and the whole trunk was swallowed up by the erupting flame.

The fourth exploded its cockpit when it turned and fell. It was unnecessary, but it was very happy. The fifth lost its target destroyed a truck and swallowed more than a dozen green skins around.

Gungat, which disintegrated in the fire, collapsed to the ground, and the crew cheered.

"Keep an eye on your post! It's not over yet!"

Kurtz just finished,

The second dark gungat came out of the smoke on their left. The oily color of the shell was like the colorful Coleoptera with purple light.

The enemy's weapon group opened fire, and a fierce volley of fire made the steel hammer vibrate, and its shield was trying to absorb the fierce impact.

"Turn! Turn!"

It came straight for them... 100 meters, 50 meters, keep shooting.

"The void shield is stable!"

"The target has reached a dangerous distance, ready for melee!"

This is the most unacceptable choice, because the imperial titans are not equipped with melee weapons at all!