"It's your turn, little brother." The commander of the PLA retired soldier who climbed out of the turret gently patted Frank, who was looking around on the turret with night vision goggles, and motioned for him to take a turn.

"You're not...... It's not been two hours. Frank was a little surprised, and raised his arm to look at the time.

The commander took a sip of black tea in a thermos, "I'm old and can't sleep well." Young people should rest more, go ahead, don't talk nonsense. ”

There were still more than two hours before dawn officially launched the general attack. In addition to the loader and the members of each vehicle who are responsible for maintenance, the remaining two are assigned to sentry and shift. Although it is difficult for the enemy to sneak up on the armored vehicles that have circled around on this endless plain, it is better to be just in case.

After a long journey, the oil drum attached to the Type 63 armored vehicle was drained into the vehicle's fuel tank, and the maintenance personnel had to take a hammer to correct the track section by section, and the gun and light sights had to be recalibrated...... Dust everywhere and re-apply oil. Although the equipment of these Soviet bloodlines is top-notch in terms of resistance to wind and sand and tossing, this does not mean that maintenance work can be carried out blindly. The new army of Elta, who studied under the PLA, of course, must also learn the essence of this.

The diesel engine shuddered and started the heat-up, and the sleeping members leaned out of their sleeping bags and through the hatch. Many people took out gum and mints and began to chew on gymnastics, straightened their tank helmets and military uniforms, and poured sand from their boots.

"Let's go, boys! We're not just going to kill these bastards, we're going to have to pull out their entrails alive to lubricate the tracks of our tanks! "The loudspeaker on the command car is making a speech to the whole team." …… Our plan of action is to move forward, keep going. We're going to flush the enemy like a toilet flush and poop! ”

"Alright, attention, team! First Steps: Corps Task Force Mobile Unit! Let's go! ”

The gear hangs crisply in the forward gear, and the nozzle sprays a mist of diesel and air into the cylinder. As the combustion ramps up, the crankshaft brings power to the gearbox, and the tracks begin to turn backwards from empty to dirty.

Francla moved the lever on his right, and the tank quickly put up gear with a slight shock. THE WHOLE TEAM KEPT MOVING AT A SPEED OF 40 KM/H, SO IT DIDN'T TAKE THEM HALF AN HOUR TO RUSH IN FRONT OF THE ENEMY.

"Sky shield report, found the Wyvern Dragoon!" The commander of the Type 63 air defense vehicle in the team shouted loudly over the radio.

At the same time, the scout on the Wyvern opened his mouth wide. In the distance, iron tortoises and mobile fortresses were racing across the plains, raising a curtain of dust behind them. They had come to probe the roar of the sky, but they didn't expect to see such a scene. "We must report this situation to the rear immediately......"

The scout tugged at the reins, and the wyvern stopped moving slightly and was about to slide sideways.

"Look, want to run?" The Type 63 anti-aircraft vehicle, equipped with a Type 87 25mm double-mounted open-air turret, accelerated to the side of the team at this time, and the commander had already put the Wyvern Scout firmly in the scope.

With a slight step on his foot, the eighty-seven style had already hit a short point shot. Although the caliber of the 25mm gun was small, the unique tearing sound completely drowned out the roaring noise of the vehicle.

"What...... ......"The scout had just wanted to look back, but he had already sensed the danger of speeding. Before he could react, all he could see in the eyes of his companions was a splash of blood and a falling man and a horseman.

There was no time to straighten out the upside-down hairs and save the body of another companion, and both scouts were torn off the foggy sky by anti-aircraft shells.

The sound of artillery and engines, and the green and golden barrage finally caught the attention of the enemy who had just packed up the camp. Unfortunately, there is not much time left for them to react. The melee mages on the horse joined forces to build magic shields, and more Wyvern Knights began to take to the skies, including not only scouts, but also elites with the ability to use ranged magic.

"Oh my God...... What is that? The whole army holds its ground! After taking off, the leader of the aerial magic unit was stunned by the roaring enemy troops. Strange beasts don't have that kind of aura...... There were no wheels, no feet, and I saw an iron shell with a wand on its head!

"Made, so many and still a, bullying Lao Tzu tank gun without programming shotguns?" There was a burst of laughter on the radio that only PLA tank crews would understand. "Attention the whole army, don't lean out of the cabin again, and the machine gunners without shields will return to the car first!"

The expected Wyvern Assault did not come, but the mobile unit saw the enemy's defensive position. "Good boy, there must be tens of thousands of soldiers here." In the only command vehicle equipped with an optical turret, an order was issued to change the formation of the whole battalion: "The infantry don't need to get out of the car, just keep an eye on the shooting hole!" Continue to move at medium speed, we have to make them retreat, or come and cut the tank with a saber! ”

"All tank guns are loaded with grenades, I want to see if their foreheads are hard, or our shells are hard!" The company commander was also hysterical on the radio.

"Don't you need to stop and fire?" The only Elta native gunner stammered.

"No, you don't!" The company commander replied while watching the enemy formation in the commander's mirror. "Turn up the angle of fire, you'll be able to kill people anyway!" It's up to who's unlucky! ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

The crawler monsters, still whistling grass clippings and dirt, formed out. The holes of those wands only flashed red, and the next second, all you could see was wisps of green smoke blowing from the hole in the center of the round bunker, and a black thing was flying towards your own array.

The 100mm grenade drags a beautiful spin curve, and its single attack may not be enough to break through the magical defense shield built by tens of thousands of melee mages. But then its fuse was triggered, and the chemical energy from the recharge burst immediately tore through the negligible defenses. What's more, of the twenty shells fired by two companies at the same time, twelve of them hit the shield everywhere.

"Damn it, hoe!" One of the gunners scolded in chagrin. "Loader, quick, let's him again!"

"Damn it......" One of the squad leaders of the melee mages clutched his right arm in severe pain. His arm had been pierced deep by the splinters, and now it was bleeding down. When I looked up, the synthetic magic shield that had been emitting a pale blue light firmly just now was gone. "The shield is cracking? ......" His eyes were so dark that he fell from his horse without letting go of the reins.

"The first few rounds seem to have exploded?" The battalion commander was a little puzzled by the display. "If only you could get the grenade to blow up, but unfortunately you can't. How good it is to bomb in the air, what programming fuses, all are saved. What a bunch of live Lei Feng ......"

Ten seconds. This is the reloading time of 59-100 rifled guns on the march. Hot bullet casings were thrown from inside the car, brass glistening in the morning sun. The loader took the grenade from the chassis and struggled to stuff it into the tail of the gun.

And in the same ten seconds, what can this mixed army of horses do? Will you be able to hold your mount steady or keep the chaos at bay? I'm afraid neither. Frightened local conscription horses are not controlled by untrained riders, and simply raise their heads and neigh, or simply throw the rider under the horse.

"Damn, attack! Fast! Fast! "The warriors and magicians in the air witnessed the tragic situation of the army that had been cultivated by tank guns. The Wyvern swooped down, but what they didn't expect was that they would first be put into the crosshair by anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns before they could circle to the side and put the ironclad monster into magic range.

"Free Fire!"

Anti-aircraft machine guns of tanks with shields, anti-aircraft machine guns of armored transporters, and even remote-controlled machine guns of command vehicles lashed at these targets in the dark. Several bolts of magic arrows hit the tank's turret and shield armor plates, and the bow and arrow, which could penetrate a person's face, jumped off the turret before the paint could be worn off. The shield armor plate only left a dent that could only be seen with a magnifying glass, and the reaction force tore the arrow shaft apart.

The fireball hit the armored transporter and failed to ignite anything. The rucksack next to the car uses flame-retardant cotton canvas, which is not even afraid of forest fires, afraid that you will have a fireball worse than an industrial flash fire? The desperate mage looked at the monster that was still standing still and moving along the ruts, and gave up dodging the fire net. The next moment, he also followed his companion and waved the blood chain and gradually fell in a circle.

"It seems that this group of things is much worse than the Slans and the organization." Frank's captain fired wantonly on it, and did not forget to complain to the crew. "I thought that these great magicians could carry a bazooka to Alakhu Abba, then his father and I should give him a call and give him a head. It seems that this doesn't mean anything at all.,Co-authored all let Daddy and I shoot the target.。 It's boring......" With the sound of pulling the bolt, the lighted bullet chain was replaced with a new one, and the commander's nagging ended here. said it was boring, and played aside, "Cool!" "Side" Woohoo! "Stupid, this captain is really honest-Frank grumbled as he drove. The course machine gun belonging to him has not yet entered the firing range, and it is not yet at the stage of clearing the battlefield, so it is not convenient for him to juggle two duties.

However, before they could reach the machine-gun range, the enemy had already begun to flee. The riders in the back row, unscathed, had already begun to gallop back along the way they came. The commander was in a state of confusion in the formation, and he didn't have time to give an order, and in a hurry, he was pulled up by his entourage from the horse that had been trampled to the ground, and fled wildly.

Those high-level mages riding their own beasts naturally didn't feel that they had much hope of escaping in the chaotic middle formation and the front formation of the Great Break. The second grenade instead became their war drum.

"Brothers, classmates! Advance! For the glory of the Bilunar Sect! We are not cowards! I'd rather die on the battlefield than return to Lancas alive with my tail between my legs! The wand held high in the air emitted a dazzling backlight against the rising sun, but unfortunately it was supposed to be the light of the sunset, which was appropriate for the situation.