The desert area around Wade is very vast, and the first impression is that when there is a little wind, the yellow sand will drift all over the sky, and when the wind is too strong, it can even form a "sand wall" similar to a tsunami.

Mountains of sand engulfed everything, including the sky, and visibility dropped to single digits, making it impossible for either side to fight on such days.

Of course, that's not all the sand has to say. Due to the desert climate, the temperature difference between day and night here is ridiculous. Soldiers who fought at noon and midnight were challenged by both the heat and the cold. The situation of the armored troops was even more miserable, and the iron shell, which was designed to protect them, became an accomplice of nature at this time - the good thermal conductivity of the steel would make the members of it sweat profusely and shiver like chaff

Trood belonged to the latter group just now, and his squad choked on the cold in the middle of the night from his shift. But there was also an element of self-inflicted guilt - at first, local soldiers with combat experience advised them to warm themselves in front of the campfire and simply leave their tanks in front. However, Trood, they can be said to be newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, patting their chests and saying things like "the task assigned by the superior must not go wrong in their own side".

But in the end, needless to say, a group of people ran to the campfire screaming from the cold, rubbing their hands and stomping their feet, and the already stiff body was somewhat relieved. They don't want to turn themselves into frozen steaks.

Later, a group of people talked and laughed in front of the campfire, and the defense mission began to become interesting. However, when talking in front of the campfire, the veterans would signal for silence every once in a while, and then two or three of them would fall to the ground on their sides at the same time, lying on their stomachs for a while, before they could continue to talk.

"Are you listening?" Trode finally couldn't help but ask curiously, although the gesture was undoubtedly listening to something with his ears, but the strangeness of the behavior made Trode a little suspicious.

One of them replied, "It's on guard." ”

"Are you listening to tanks?" Hans asked, a little confused.

He nodded in response, and Hans immediately asked rhetorically, "Why don't you use a searchlight?" ”

He laughed dryly, and then by the light of the campfire, he drew a few lines on the ground with stones, and said, "Sgt., even if the faulty and destroyed searchlight is ruled out, it is not as reliable as our method. You see, the light of the searchlight is mainly to expand the length of the line of sight, and we need to keep turning it to different angles, but this will inevitably have advantages and blind spots. And we can hear with our voices, and at night there are not many disturbing sounds, as long as we lie down and put our ears to the ground, no matter what direction the enemy comes, they will not escape our ears. ”

"Is it too late?" It was Vincent who suddenly spoke, and Hans and Trode had not yet caught up with him, and seemed to be confused.

But he was able to say to Vincent: "This is no problem at all, in our case, even if the infantry sneak attack can be successfully touched, but in the face of our tanks, the end of the infantry is needless to say." ”

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Hans immediately interrupted: "He should be asking about tanks, right?" ”

Vincent patted Hans on the back and said, "No, I'm asking about the infantry, and those big guys don't have to be afraid." ”

"What? What about the tank? Do we have to put them in front of us every time to fight? In that case, the range of our tank's main gun and the advantage of wearing it will not be reflected! Hans asked anxiously, because he didn't want to be kept in the dark.

"Call?" Trood rolled his eyes when he heard his words, and suddenly immediately understood, and he smirked, "We're just going to let them call." ”

"Really?" Hans Fox wondered: "Are we so willing to give up the opportunity and just blindly defend passively?" ”

"Hans, that doesn't seem to be a head-start," Trode pointed to the pitch black outside the city.

Hans slowly turned his head to that side, and then, as if in an empowered, said meaningfully, "If you go out, it will be a black eye."

Trode said helplessly, "Then let's talk like this all night, and then listen to Mother Earth's voice?" ”

"Lieutenant, there's no way around it, we've always been like this. However, being able to have such a stable means of defense in the war can be regarded as a luxury for many troops," the veteran said helplessly.

"Practice your eyes during the day and your ears at night." Vincent said lightly: "This battle is also a kind of training for us, this is like a sword"

"Cut, uncle, you're here again," Trode and the rest of the group sighed in unison.

"Shhhh ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately stopped talking, took action, and began to run towards their tanks.

Roy and Yorkson slipped through their entrance, while the remaining three quickly entered from the top, and everyone was ready almost in a matter of moments.

Trode casually closed the hatch cover and said, "I'm sorry, Yorkson, this time it's probably defense again." ”

"Really?" Yorkson just smiled and said, "I'll wait for you to give the order to pursue." ”

"You madman, how do you fight in this situation?" Natel kicked him with a foot: "It's like the sand outside the city, or at night, who can see it clearly?" ”

Yorkson looked back and sneered, "That's called excitement, isn't it?" ”

"Haha," Trode chuckled stiffly.

"What's the matter? This will freeze for a while? Yorkson said with a smile.

"No, I can't stand your 'thrills,'" Trood sighed deeply, and began to wonder what it would be like to have a commander in his crew as crazy as they were