"It took Francis!"

"Die! Demon! Die! ”

"Platoon C needs support! The demon hordes of mole corpses are moving! Fire! Fire! ”

The communication channel exploded, and the noisy shouts, gunshots, explosions, and the unique chirping of demons mingled and intertwined, and the violinist played it into a strange symphony. Major Chrysler pinched the walkie-talkie with a twisted face, his knuckles white. These elites can die on the front line, they can die in ambushes, they can die in firefights, but they can't die in the mouths of mutant creatures who are dross and garbage!

The demon birds are like diving from a high platform, and the residual sense of collective action makes them unstoppable, and they swoop one after another on the flanks, and under the clouds are the high-calorie food that is not easy to find in the wilderness, which is undoubtedly more suitable than the hard-working shuttle to the sky and hunt the cunning snow wolf pack, and the short-legged humans are undoubtedly more suitable.

There are still a few demon eagles that can shake the infantry chariot weighing more than twenty tons in battle. But any full-grown demon bird has the strength to sweep through a fleet of Humvees, and its dense and smooth feathers are the chainmail that the demon is proud of, and the small caliber shoots into the steel-scaled armor, and even splashes fluffy sparks. The major is from the Harrisburg military shelter, and the most armament of the surface base is not the sentry bunker, but a massive number of 37MM anti-aircraft guns, 88MM anti-aircraft guns, and even scarce combined guided anti-aircraft missiles, targeting the flock of demon birds that migrate seasonally to Montenegro in real time!

Car No. 1 was reversing at full speed, knocking down a fuel truck, overturning the fuel tank with stray bullets in all directions bursting out of the bubbling stream, converging in a low place, and the hunter fire control system gradually showed signs of failure, this is an Abrams born to greet the ocean of Imperial T series tanks! Not a double-barreled shotgun for bird hunting! Sergeant Krauss had to take over the attack calibration.

"The biggest one! The biggest one! Don't the bombs! Go to APFSDS! "A Mercury dripped into the oil pot, and the killing bomb killed many juvenile demons in an instant, and the enraged demon croaked, folded its wings, and moved towards the No. 1 car. Approaching to the point where the explosion is affecting friendly forces. Sergeant Klaus snatched the gunner's privileges and forcibly turned the muzzle of the gun 180 degrees, aiming at the astonishing half-blood demon that stretched its wings ten meters long.

The bird's beak tucked against the thick armor of the Abrams, as if countless rapid-fire cannons rubbed the paint, and Sergeant Klaus turned off the noisy alarm, damn, who else has the strength to use tanks on a large scale these years except the Crusaders? Ask for a ghost laser alarm!

"Listen to me! Listen to my commands...... "Sergeant Klaus marked the fist-sized eyeballs under the black feathers of the Demon Eagle, a creature with a deadly beauty, and now people don't look at the epic, the dragon has long been resurrected, and the only difference between a demon and a dragon is that it can't breathe fire. How big is a cage to fit a demon?

"Shoot!" At the same time as the shock button was pressed, Sergeant Klaus smashed down with a fist with red eyes, and the tail fin stabilized shelling armor-piercing bullet shattered the head of the demon eagle, and fell to his death in the slope of the line of fire that was gradually turning into a bloody mire. Suddenly, the demon birds chirped in unison, flapping their wings into the air, causing the animals to give up their food, either as a command or in fear.

It's a bit of both.

Since the dragon has crawled out of the epic, why can't the Anemo God Pterodactyl in the Ash Tomb override the Sky Throne thousands of years ago? That head has a wingspan of ten meters, along with the need for an M1 tank

The Demon Eagle, which could only fire at the elevation angle, died, and an invisible signal spread throughout the demon group. The moonlight is hidden, and the wings are horizontal. Suddenly, the Overseer soldiers found that they had lost their purpose, leaving only the half-dead and the remnants to survive.

It's raining.

The young loader clutched his ears and shouted hysterically, Sergeant Klaus cowered in the small captain's seat with his bumper cap, the Abrams tank was like a boat in the furious sea that was about to capsize, and all the demon birds flew into the air, diving, ramming, and moving in turns, never stopping. The demon who broke off the beak of the bird and died raised the track next to it. "Bang bang bang!" On the other side, the ten-meter wingspan demon eagle that had lost its mate pecked at the shell armor in anger and viciousness, and the pieces of reactive armor that resisted the armor-piercing shells peeled off, leaving the original color of metal.

"We're going to be overturned! Launch! We must get out of this damn place! At this moment, Sergeant Kraus remembered a sentence that the Panzer Academy had instilled in him and his colleagues: "One of the unique advantages of the M1 series tanks over other Allied tanks and Imperial tanks is its good reliability, and its armor will save you, more than once." ”

The sergeant shouted to the driver through the in-car communication system: "Speed up!" Hasten! Sharp! Escape! Escape! ”

People trampled on birds and bicycles, and the thick mud and snow on the surface of the camp prevented the tank from reaching the highest reverse gear. WITH A LOUD BANG, AN INFANTRY CHARIOT COVERED WITH NEW BLACK ARMOR EXPLODED, AND THE AMMUNITION EXPLODED SO THAT THE TOP COVER OF THE 30MM MACHINE GUN FLEW INTO THE SKY DOZENS OF METERS INTO THE SKY, FALLING DOWN AND SMASHING A CRATER IN CAR NO. 1. It's finished, Klaus thought. The sergeant looked at the camp in complete disarray, and the infantry scrambled to flee into the vehicle, twisting the key to drive out of the already desperate camp.

"Armor saves us, right?" Klaus thought.

"S-Class Alert! All units! Enter the vehicle! Towards the Z goal! No delays! I repeat! S-Class Alert! "There was an order from the communication channel as if it were the Major's hindsight. The square camp can't use motor vehicles at all.

"Bell!" Klaus slammed the bulging edge of the interior hard, and Venus flew wildly, warm blood dripping down his forehead. "Turret mounts! The seat is broken! I can't turn the turret! The sergeant checked the rear TV camera in pain, and the deadly demon eagle had pecked at the turret seat, one of the vulnerable links of the entire tank.

"Let's go! Leave the turret alone! Fire! Fire! "The armor-piercing projectiles in the tail bay were rapidly consumed, and the loader was sweating shirtless. The jammed seat made a screeching sound of tooth acid and stomach rubbing, and although the dog crawled and turned, the next armor-piercing bullet still did not miss. Tanks rumbled across the ground that had been covered with snow and mud an hour earlier, gun barrels swept down barracks after barracks, and frightened infantry swarmed in on their horses, willing to be devoured by demons rather than climb up to be reactive armor.

The battle-tested elite showed their reason for the rest of the battle, and the discipline of adversity drove the Overseers to retain most of their bruised vehicles, and the infantry who had found cover mounted their infantry chariots and fought and retreated, following the route that should have been after dawn towards the friendly troops who had departed half a day ago.

The distorted vehicles gradually straightened out the fire suppression formation, and the two unharmed M1 tanks took on the heavy responsibility of guarding the two wings, and leaped forward in tacit understanding. Sergeant Krauss ventured out of the carriage and repaired it with a large wrench

A turret mount stuck in a bird's beak.

"One, two, three! Hard! "The marching infantry wrapped their hands and feet around the half-man-tall tough beak and used all their strength to pull it away." Look at the head! Look at the head! The sergeant reminded the infantry that the turret had resumed its rapid turn. He had just closed the hatch, and there were still many demon birds chasing after him. A demon bird the size of a horse maintains relative speed with the tank, pecking at the infantry who have nowhere to escape. The soldier who was picked up shouted: "Grenade! The demon bird that devoured him alive immediately exploded in its belly, screamed and fell, and was crushed into pulp by the chariot that followed.

A blazing wind swept the flesh and debris into the tracks, and the second car used artillery missiles, and the Demon Bird did not have the exhaust temperature of a tank, and the engineers modified it to use the commander's field of view as a reference. The only remaining guided weapon arced and slaughtered into the flock of birds, but unfortunately missed the second demon eagle. Sergeant Klaus followed, popping out the cover smoke bomb, and with the Demon Bird stunned for a moment, a cannon-fired missile was to kill the mutant creatures in the smoke range.

THE 30MM CHAIN CANNON WAS FAR MORE EFFICIENT THAN THE RUDIMENTARY SIGHTED BOFORS OF THE FIRST CAR AND THE 12.7 MM TWIN-MOUNTED MACHINE GUN OF THE SECOND VEHICLE, AND THE HORN-TYPE BRAKES REFLECTED THE CANNON FLAME THAT ILLUMINATED THE NIGHT INTO DAY. Smokeless gunpowder was so thick that it dispersed as the vehicle moved.

Sergeant Krauss noticed that the apprentice was missing, but it didn't matter if the M1 tank had one less communicator in crew, and the sergeant watched as the speed increased to its top gear, reaching 60 km/h in snowy conditions. "Beasts." The sergeant found a bandage to tie his forehead, and looked angrily at the abandoned camp where vultures were prevalent behind him, and the mole swarms they had exhausted with bullets and shells made a feast of demon birds, and the three grizzly bears were also rare to see. So the sergeant vented all his anger on the birds that dared not fly with long eyes.

Deep rut marks were exposed, Major Chrysler let go of the control stick of the remote-controlled weapon station, and the cannon outside was hot and smoking, and the Overseer managed to get rid of hundreds of demon hordes, but he lost most of his baggage, horses, numerous snowmobiles, and two infantry chariots that were destroyed and paralyzed by demons, and the infantry was killed or wounded at least a quarter. Luckily, he had the cheekiness to ask for the Armored Warlords, otherwise he would have been slower, and the demon wouldn't have minded the amount of food.

"Report to the Gunshots! Encounter a tide of mutant creatures in Camp Wolfen, suffer heavy losses, and request resupply and reorganization! The Major dictated that the command-type infantry had broken quite a few antennas in the fierce battle, and it was barely able to contact the Gunfire Knights who were clearing out the outcasts.

"Uh, sir......" The communications man hesitated, holding the microphone. The knight gate lets you say it yourself. The Major's face was suddenly gloomy and dripping. In the correspondence, the Gun-Knight was indeed unscrupulously mocking the Warlord who had been beaten to the ground by the beasts, saying that his army only raised war maniacs, not garbage, and that it was okay to reorganize supplies and exchange internal military tickets.

"I brewed a cup of demonic blood wine, came to my territory, Lao Tzu will give you a shock......" The major hung up the call, leaned out in silence, roared over the cold wind infantry guns, and ran out of magazines towards the camp. The Major turned his head and glanced at the unchanging snowy field.

"All units, full speed ahead to Z goal! I'm going to get my gear back before dawn and clean up the stupid birds! ”

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