"Puffy! Ka Cha Ka Ka ......" two tooth-sour sounds came from the M60 and M1 tanks respectively. "I think I hit the ...... Hit their outhang...... "I don't know if it was the recoil of the cannon or the M60 was also hit, and the huge kinetic energy that roared in an instant pushed Simon back and threw it back. When you raise your hand, the blood flows.

The first snowflakes of the afternoon fell, gently Schumann, the heat escaping from the red exhaust pipe of the M60 burned burned the adjacent snow curtain, the deep rut marks were never renovated again, and there were no more routes, and the two steel behemoths separated by dozens of meters seemed to have exhausted the last of their vitality, drooping their barrels, and bowing their heads in despair and eternal pride.

If the snow keeps falling, these will be two small snow mounds, why not the big ones? Because the tank is so small.

The alarm system was babbling, and Simon clutched his fists and coughed as he struggled through a mess of wires. "Marko, are you okay?" The forehead was hot and painful, and there was a feeling of dizziness, it seemed that everyone was temporarily unconscious from being shot just now, and the frontal bone was a little dented, and Simon pushed the loader who was unconscious like a dead pig, at least there was one, which meant that Marco just passed out.

"One-eyed dragon, one-eyed dragon?" Simon called out to Ramirez, but no one answered, the driver was not visible from Simon's gunner's seat, and no matter how Simon kicked the back of his chair, it didn't help. "Okay...... There was no fire and no breakage, and we were lucky. "Simon pushed the roof hatch with great difficulty, cautiously leaned out half of his body, and looked at the M1 dozens of meters away from the skirt of the car revealing a large hole, and it seemed that the 120MM armor-piercing projectile successfully broke through the side armor and killed all the occupants in it." You guys have a good rest......" Simon gasped and grabbed the python revolver around his waist and braced his arms.

"Rumble......" Simon turned out to be a soft hand, leaning forward and falling over the turret, falling into the snow half a meter thick. In an instant, Simon felt as if he was lying on the most comfortable mattress in the world, flawless goose feathers, warm, pleasant, and snowy flakes caressing the cheeks of this weather-beaten soldier. "Sleep, sleep......" A beautiful voice came to Simon's mind whenever the thought of standing came to mind.

"Didn't you promise me,

To be my prince? You go to sleep......" Adolfina looked at him in the air, her red hair still braided, resting quietly behind her shoulders, her bright brown serpentine eyes staring at him. "If you dare to rise, I will kill you."

"Okay, I know......" Simon slowly raised the corners of his mouth, wanting to reach out and touch the face of his lover who he hadn't seen for a long time, she was really beside her, and she also stretched out her white, soft, colorful fingernail hand to Simon.

"Are you okay? Brother. A rough hand directly dragged Simon out, and seeing that Simon was still dizzy, he shook his shoulders back and forth without saying a word. Ok, good, good! Don't shake! Simon was still a little confused, Jonathan, who was struggling to scream and scream with a black face full of charcoal, let go of him, this strong man in the advanced stage of radiation sickness is not something that ordinary people can bear and shake his shoulders.

"The two of them?" Simon glanced at a bazooka that Jonathan was carrying, and said to himself, "You kid is really hidden." "It's not dead, this thing won't explode for a while and a half, and it's better to let them squat in the tank than to pull them out and drink the northwest wind." Simon flicked the revolver, and there were six Magnum bullets in the nest. Simon grabbed the python in both hands and walked quickly towards the wreckage of the M1 tank. "Life has to see people, death has to see corpses!"

The half-meter-thick snowman walked on it, and every step took a lot of energy, Simon was one foot deep and one foot shallow, the wind suddenly rose, and the frozen Simon shivered, in order to successfully drill into the turret, he abandoned the exoskeleton component, the skeleton of the icy cold cone was stabbed like a knife, the special restraint suit was a thin layer, Simon endured the cold, he had survived too many difficulties, and it was not bad.

THE CLOSER HE GOT, THE MORE SIMON SAW THE MISERABLE APPEARANCE OF THE M1 wreckage, the 120MM ARMOR-PIERCING BULLET NOT ONLY BROKE THE LEFT SKIRT, BUT ALSO BROKE THE TRACK, AND THE CARRIER PULLEY WAS ALSO BLOWN TO THE GROUND, EVEN IF THE OCCUPANTS WERE ALIVE, THE DAMAGE IN THIS SITUATION HAD TO BE SENT BACK FOR OVERHAUL, AND PERHAPS THE FINAL VALUE WAS TO DISMANTLE IT AS A SPARE PART. Jonathan, who was squatting on the top of the power compartment, fired an armor-piercing bullet at close range in a close-range circle, which logically could not penetrate the explosive reactive armor, but the armor-piercing shell hit the turret seat impartially, and the armor-piercing shells in the bolt of the cannon were considered gunfire

The knight has a great life.

"That's enough." Ten meters away, Simon stopped, he squinted at the motionless M1, there were five people in it, one shot hit the rear of the left track shoe of the tank, the main damage should be the rear engine, an armor-piercing shell hit the turret seat, the high-temperature metal jet most likely instantly scalded the three people in the turret, so the question is, with the M1's good occupant protection mechanism, what about the cockpit one? Why didn't you escape?

"Give me the bazooka." Simon took the bazooka, which was an AT4, disposable, with a production number printed on 2054, in pre-war inventory, otherwise at the level of the wasteland industry, who would be willing to treat this seamless steel as a consumable. "The fool just went in and looked at them one by one, Jonathan, where are the oil drums, you will move over and burn it after I finish this shot later, and I will count the heads when it is burned to slag."

Simon tilted his head slightly, closed his left eye, and aimed at the right side of M1's inducing wheel. "I salute, and I salute your hairstyle, good night, Vienna." Probably what nonsense such a sentence, the driver's canopy and roof cover of the M1 suddenly opened!

Time freezes.

Jonathan roared, his hand touched the red-bladed and white-roded axe hanging from his waist, and in the clear blue vision after the AATS overload, the captain of the guard Essens poked out of the cockpit, his cheeks were full of absurd car computer keyboard prints, and his eye sockets cracked, and he must have crashed headlong into the control lever when he braked suddenly. Essens carried the hatch handle in one hand and the Scorpion submachine gun in the other, the kind of engineering plastic black that faded past his charred uniform.

Simon wanted to look sideways to see if the turret hatch was a gunshot, but the Scorpion had already fired bullets. So Simon also pulled the trigger.

"Da Da Da!"

"Poof!"

"Buzz ......"

The gurgling blood gradually spilled into the snow, and at noon, the clouds began to dominate the sky, and the dense snow curtain was spreading, the gray snow gradually rendered red snow, and the burning tank wreckage melted the surrounding snow, but it was only here, and in the distance, the battlefield that had melted the clouds into a fiery red, where, it was already spring, no, yes, midsummer.

.。 m.