Sergeant Günter Krauss was standing in the turret of his M1A2 tank for dinner, and of course he didn't think it was a delicious meal, as his gunner had just handed him a large piece of black bread with plum sauce, a blood sausage, a cooked goose egg, and a cup of hot chicory coffee. Sergeant Krauss took a sip of the grassy coffee and poured the chewy bread mush down his stomach.

An hour ago, at about 7 o'clock in the evening, Major Chrysler ordered to prepare for the night, but the two tanks, as the main armored force of the Overseer, had to be on duty at the key point, digging the tank battle position and covering it with cold-proof camouflage tarpaulin.

These positions were set up in the southeast and northwest of Camp Wolfen, Sergeant Kraus was the commander of Tank No. 1, he was originally part of the notorious Crusader "Indian Chiefs" Independent Armored Regiment, but in the Battle of Alexandria three years ago, the Crusader Virginia Regiment was brazenly ambushed by the Free Alliance, in that flesh mill-like battle, Sergeant Kraus was stunned by a large-caliber cannonball left over from before the war, and after waking up, his tribe was directly integrated into the Harrisburg garrison because of the lack of too many remaining personnel, After a lot of tossing and turning, he was transferred to the headquarters supervision team, which can be called fate.

At the end of the regular evening briefing, the Major mentioned the recent increase in small-scale raids against the Crusaders, the sighting of the Steel City mutants by the convoys, and the heavy losses of two convoys under the Gunners two weeks ago, which had affected reinforcements on the Columbus front. But Sergeant Krauss didn't care, and without him, he was riding in the famous M1 Marine Tank...... ANCESTORS, THE COMPOSITE ARMOR WITH A THICKNESS OF 700MM MADE THIS PENNSYLVANIA BEAUTIFUL GIRL INVINCIBLE...... In the present era, of course. Sergeant Krauss pinched the blood sausage and dipped it in the gunner's Flint's can and dipped it in some beef sauce while his pilot and the extra apprentices were checking the arc with binoculars. Rookies have to suffer so much, Sergeant Klaus thought.

Just as Sergeant Krauss was enjoying the pleasant warm breeze of the carriage and drowsy, the intercom rang: "The patrol was attacked by mutant creatures in the west direction of the camp, and two people were killed, and the alert level was raised to B!" ”

Klaus heard the command, muttered and rolled the slices of bread into a ball and squeezed it into his mouth, swallowing it, almost choking him to death without choking it in his throat. "Henderson! Are you deaf? The Major has raised his alert! Come back! Sergeant Krauss poked out of the driver's cover and shouted to the driver who was forcing the apprentices to dig a pit.

"I don't want to see a demon bird swoop and I'll obediently be a target." Despite the intercom in the car, Klaus kicked the late driver, twisted the start button, the gas turbine rumbled, and the large square turret turned to the side of the jungle.

The wind and snow drowned out the sound of bean-bursting gunfire in the dense forest, and Klaus could only faintly hear it. "Damn, what's that messing with those mentally retarded paralyzed kids with their brains full of meat? I've said a long time ago that forest pythons can't be seen as snow pythons! Klaus looked at the narrow gap in the captain's mirror, and vaguely saw a few snowmobile shuttles patrolling outside the dense forest, but he did not dare to enter easily.

Klaus again

Sticking out of the top cover, the remote-controlled weapon base station was hit by a high-explosive grenade in a certain battle, and the people in the car were shocked half to death, and the Rhine 20mm cannon could not be repaired after breaking the sophisticated international Rhine 20mm cannon, so the headquarters had to change a Bofors 20mm anti-aircraft cannon that could be used improvised, Klaus lifted the cannon handle, and the anti-aircraft sight of the machine gun was leveled to the ground, where was he willing to use the tank's 125MM smoothbore gun to shoot anti-personnel grenades. After decades of expansion and consumption, Harrisburg's stock of spare parts has long been beyond its means, and the limited barrels must be prioritized for the "Nikko" Paladin Panzer Regiment. Klaus didn't want to drive his grandfather's M60 pitifully.

After waiting for a long time, the gunshots disappeared, and the sound of orders also disappeared. "Is it a drill? Please, I'm just staring at a piece of wolf meat skewers. The gunner sighed. Klaus's thumb on the firing button gradually moved slightly as his body straightened.

"Flint, look what's going on in the woods!" Klaus shouted, and the gunners hurried to their eyes on the sights, and the gray snow outside the edge of the woods was like a thick black blanket, and it was rushing towards the camp at the speed of the tide!

"Marching Mole!" The gunner followed and called back, when a short and urgent order suddenly came over the radio: "Class A alert!" All units to stop mutant creatures from approaching! ”

"Henry! Kill bombs! "THE LOADER BROUGHT IN A HEAVY 125MM RED LABEL GRENADE FROM THE TAIL BAY, AND THE SEMI-AUTOMATIC LOADER FILLED THE CHAMBER." Wait for my command! Wait for my command! "In an instant, the camp erupted with light and heavy fire that lit up the night sky. Klaus operated the Bofors cannon, a finger-thick cannonball like a steel whip that struck the mole swarm as it burst out of the forest. The coaxial machine gun also fired, and the laughing crusader soldier threw away the lunch box and pan, and jumped into the trench with his rifle, but the marching mole is notoriously fertile, and the black carpet can't stop stretching with light firepower alone!

"Get closer! Get closer! Platoon leaders at all levels restrained the soldiers not to consume precious bullets in vain at a long distance, and when the mole swarm crossed the 1,000-meter line and reached 700 meters, the crusaders who had moved in the mole swarm to attack this side opened fire, and the soldiers on duty on the other side immediately reported: "Rotten wolf pack!" A pack of rotting wolves outside the snowfield! They smell blood! ”

Sergeant Krauss was not able to live as long as the barrel and ordered: "Fire the main gun!" "THE STRONG RECOIL OF THE 125MM SMOOTHBORE GUN EVEN MADE THE BODY TREMBLE A LITTLE, AND THE MUZZLE HURRICANE INSTANTLY LIFTED AWAY THE SURROUNDING INFANTRY, AS EVIDENCED BY THE CAMOUFLAGE NET THAT WAS BLOWN HIGH.

The black carpet erupted into a fountain of dirt mixed with black, red, and brown, and Sergeant Klaus even felt the crackling of shredded flesh against the tank's shock cap. A large crater 3 meters wide and 1 meter deep appeared like an eyesore on the way to the marching mole, and the primary color of the earth was quickly covered. The vehicle-mounted mortars were fired at the same time, and it was clear that the major had done whatever it took to stop the marching moles from entering the camp.

"Bang bang!" Just as everyone was dealing with the mole and snow wolves, the trees at the end of the dense forest were broken in pieces, and the thrashing and roaring resounded! The three-headed grizzly bears stood up, their V-shaped collar fur the only different color on their bodies, and they struck at the soft underbelly of the camp fiercely!

"Car number two location! Three Wasteland Grizzly Bears! Klaus heard the anxious report of Sergeant Schmidt, the commander of the second car, that the tail stabilized armor-piercing shell of the M1 tank was not approved by his superiors

But you can't shoot at will, and unless the grenade is a close miss, it is difficult to completely stop the grizzly bear who is attacking at full speed!

"Permission to shoot! Commanders at all levels! Free Fire! I want to see that there are only humans in the camp! Major Chrysler dropped the intercom.

The turret mount of the M1 moved slowly, and the black-painted muzzle of the second car was aimed at the three grizzly bears that were lonely compared to the mole pack. "Shoot!" The moment a long-rod armor-piercing bullet broke out of the muzzle, it bounced open the shells on both sides, and the speed of 1,700 meters per second made the armor-piercing projectile carrier slaughter gods and demons invincible kinetic energy. "Bang!" Beat the front half of a grizzly bear into a cloud of blood!

The back half of the grizzly bear's limbs fell to the ground like an old stump, and the rest of the blood-mist-beaten blood sprinkled a radial patch of blood on the snow. "Ding!" The automatic shell ejection window throws out the shell casings and falls into the shell collection slot at the rear of the turret. The skilled crew loaded the next shell in six seconds, and the designers of the "Hunter Destroyer" fire control system certainly did not expect that the high-precision equipment used against the tank would be used against the Grizzly Bear. Another cannon shot out of the chamber, and the second grizzly bear let out an earth-shattering roar, and the sudden change in the trajectory of movement made the armor-piercing bullet rub the soles of its feet, and it actually resisted the severe pain of the armor-piercing bullet passing by! Even after losing a hind leg, the grizzly bear kept running!

The busy crew had no time to pay attention to the foul smell in the air, and Sergeant Kraus smelled a smell of cooking oil that seemed to be the bottom of a gutter. "Give me a hand!" The new Bofors cannon actually used an external ammunition storage box, and the firepower did not last long, and Sergeant Klaus stuck the ammunition box. The mole colony was held back in a preset trench 200 meters outside the camp.

The last surviving grizzly bear rushed in front of car No. 2, and jumped on the front armor of the M1 tank with a weight of more than a tonnage, and swept away the attached instruments outside the car like a storm, but for the nearly sixty-ton tank tonnage, the grizzly bear could not cause any substantial damage although he frantically slapped the tank.

"Need help, need help!" The grizzly bear blocked the muzzle of the gun and banged on the captain's roof, but the second car did not dare to fire easily. An infantry chariot heard the call and was forced to turn around from the direction of the mole swarm and shoot at the grizzly bear, no wonder the wastelanders talked about the bear's discoloration, the grizzly bear was beaten into dozens of 30mm cannon shells, and was broken into a rag bag before it was completely silent. The bear's blood, which should have been bright red, took on a strange gray-black grease shape.

The bomb exploded again, as if the last straw had been removed, and the mole swarm was finally weakened to the point that the remaining moles lost their guts, and the rats scattered and fled, no longer fearless of death. Klaus wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, reached out and turned off the heating valve, and let out a long breath, although the snow wolves on the other side were smaller in number and jumped into the trenches and bit a few to death, it was not a big problem after all. He swept away a few empty shells by the turret, and the growing smell of rancid cooking oil almost choked him.

"Ahem, Flint, turn on the air circulator, it stinks too much outside." Klaus closed the roof and took a deep breath of the fresh, filtered air. The infantry banished the mutant creatures that had sporadically infiltrated the camp, and invariably fastened their winter towels to cover up the stench.

"Woo la la ......" The birds in the forest suddenly flapped their wings and took off, which was spectacular, beyond the limit of human eyesight, and the feathers that could not see through the light quietly appeared.

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