"Cowboy heads-up? I like it! "When Hyperion, who was driving a CV33 through a random ruined town, saw only one tank coming across the street and his teammates didn't shoot any more black guns, the Star Cruiser knew what the current situation was.

"Cowboy?" As a planetary ark with no cowboys in civilization, Arden didn't know what Hyperion was talking about.

"Fair! Fair! Perfect for one-on-one combat! Huberian said as he tugged on the gear lever a few times.

"Fair? Fair? Arden was a little skeptical about whether the Hyperion energy supply system was overheating.

"Is there something wrong? On this battlefield, it's just me and her. It seems that Huberian really likes this kind of cowboy duel, and his tone has become a little strange.

......The game menu in front of Arden shows the introduction of the opponent's vehicle, and after entering the game, you can't open this kind of game library except to know what vehicle the opponent is using.

Everything depends on the player's familiarity with all the vehicles, but this setting is of little use for the two starship mothers who go through the back door to get out of the bug and enter the custom game mode in advance.

"Why don't I feel fair at all?" After reading the introduction of the tank opposite, Arden said helplessly.

"Isn't it just that the armor on the opposite side is thicker and the barrel is thicker, and the gap is bigger than the gap between me and you?" Huberian didn't think anything was wrong and said.

It was as if this kind of asymmetrical warfare had become accustomed to her.

Arden thought about the various enemies encountered by the Terrans in the Koplu Star District, and if he was included, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Huberian having such an understanding.

At that time, the Salvation Tribune Group, as the Aden Spear of the Astral Doomsday Ark, was the largest, and the Leviathan, the flagship of the Zerg Blade Empress, called itself Izsha, was only a little larger than the front area of the Arden Spear, but it was much larger than the Hyperion, which was only a few hundred meters long.

"Hmm, although the gap is not that big, but our goal should be to kill each other, right?" Without further dwelling on whether it was fair or unfair, Arden looked at the two 8mm machine guns in front of him and said.

"As long as it's something made, there must be weaknesses, anyway, with my driving skills, if the other party wants to hit me, it will have to be practiced for hundreds of years."

Saying that, Hyperion controlled the CV33 to drift in a row, not only dodging the shell that hit the expected road, but also the bullet swept by the opponent's machine gun did not even glove the bullet.

"Didn't hit?" The commander in the cabin of the T54 tank gave the gunner a strange look.

"Is the other party really a tank?" Seeing the CV33 in the scope that was like a Siberian Husky cannon, the IJN battleman, as a gunner, said a little speechlessly.

"Is the driver of this CV33 a professional racer?" Hood, the tank driver of this squad, was dumbfounded when he saw Hyperion's driving skills.

"A different kind of shell?" The American aircraft carrier loader, who didn't see what was happening, only knew that the first shot fire was not hit, so he picked up a big tank and bullied the most commonly used blasting grenade for small tanks and asked.

"Do you need me to stop and let Nagato aim a little more accurately?" Hood, as a driver, also made his own suggestions.

"Parking?" The American light patrol commander is very strange and is also a veteran player, Hood would make such a suggestion, although the game of Thunder Chariot is very stable in parking, firing, aiming, especially most of the players are born to like guns, not to mention that 100% of the hit is at least above 99%.

But precisely because both sides of the opponent are professional guns, not to mention that in the professional game, even in the game room of some ordinary players, parking and aiming is basically equivalent to suicide.

Therefore, the normal gameplay of this game is to seize the fleeting opportunity to destroy the opponent in the non-stop sports battle.

"It doesn't matter, the opponent just has two CV33s with 8mm machine guns, and even if the opponent runs out of ammunition, it won't affect us." Hood repeated what he had just said.

"Well, I also recommend stopping and aiming, with the group lethality of the explosive bomb, I can guarantee that the next shot will definitely hit the opponent." Gunner Nagato said solemnly, it seems that he was stimulated by the CV33 on the opposite side just now.

"Okay, Hood, pretend to chase the other party first, and then stop when the other party reaches the open field, and then it's up to Nagato." The light patrol captain patted the gunner Nagato on the shoulder and said.

"Yes!" The pilot, Hood, and the gunner, Nagato, replied at the same time, and the American aircraft carrier Niang, who was the loader, also loaded a blaster into the T54's 100mm tank gun.

Unlike the CV33, which was confident that they would take out the CV33 with the next shell, the teammates of the two teams who stopped at the starting point only felt that their worldview had been hit by the CV33.

"If you let you drive the Z31, can you drive that CV33?" Z1 repeated what had been revealed on the communicator to his crew, and then asked Z31, who was in the driver's seat.

"Sister Z1, are you sure they're not dazzled?" Z31, as the driver of the flag car, asked rhetorically.

"You can't be wrong." Z1's tone was a little uncertain, because what was just said in the communicator was a bit too scary.

"Although I have practiced driving a reconnaissance vehicle like the CV33, I can also avoid the landing point of the opponent's artillery by observing the enemy's muzzle aiming position." Z31 said with some confusion: "But dodge every strafing shot from the machine gun...... That's impossible. ”

"Is it impossible?" To be honest, Z1 couldn't believe what the reserve players in the communicator had been watching the live broadcast.

"Something is wrong...... "Arden's war instincts suddenly lit up as he looked at the Soviet tank that was catching up with him through the observation port behind him.

"I feel it too." Huberian, who drove the CV33 in a Z-shape and an S-shaped course, also said.

"The opponent's main gun is not deliberately aimed at us." Although the gunner of the T54 kept the battery moving from side to side, it only moved from side to side, and did not really follow the irregular driving style of the Huberians.

"That means they're actually just pushing us." Huberian said, looking at the road in front of him.

"Catch us? I see, find a chance to turn around. Arden said, turning around and holding the handles of the CV33's two 8mm machine guns.

"U-turn? No problem! Huberian, who understood what Arden was going to do, licked his lips and said.

"Huh? How dare they send it to the door? Nagato, aim at the opponent's tracks and shoot with a machine gun! Seeing a CV33 that flicked its tail and turned its head and rushed towards it menacingly, the light patrol commander of the T54 crew said.

"Didn't ask...... Ay? Nagato, who was about to say that it was okay, was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Machine...... Machine gun...... Knocked out! Nagato, who was stunned, said in surprise.

"How is that possible!" The American light patrol commander of the T54 group only felt that the uneasiness from the low heart was getting stronger and stronger. (To be continued.) )