"Plan A is successful, the Overseer team is heading towards the trap, preparing Plan B, how are you doing?" Covered in a huge snowwolf fur, Simon was perfectly hidden on the top of the snow hill, and the high-powered scope saw the black smoke of Wolfen's camp in the sky, and following the trajectory of the demon birds, Simon easily spotted the remnants of the crusader convoy.

"Everything is ready and ready to standby." Ramirez replied. On Simon's side, Peter was the only observer, and in the half-sized telescope, a ring of low bushes grew on the opposite shore of the hundreds of meters wide glacial lake, which provided excellent shelter. Peter expertly found the ambush site of Team B, their helmets adorned with winter weeds and snow, and the dozen or so nomads handpicked by the vampire Randolph were barely up to par with Simon's team's assault training. They all had three rockets in their backpacks.

Simon looked up at the time, calculating the return of Randolph and Spike. There is no doubt that the beast tide that the Overseer encountered tonight was all due to the three of them. Randolph is a rare ability multi-attribute Hydra, the poison master contains biopheromone modulation, and Spike is a biological domesticator, and the two sneaked into the dense forest outside Wolfen's camp at the risk of being used as a supper by a demon bird, and tossed and tinkered for several days, but fortunately, the information from the inside of the Warlord is true, otherwise the past few days have been in vain, and the armed outcasts would have to make a fuss.

The unique roar of the gas turbine of the M1 tank is like a distant thunderbolt, and it drills into Simon's frozen purple ears along with the sound of the wind, I don't know if it is the cold weather or the trembling in my heart, no matter how strong the 110A4 armor-piercing bullet is, at most it will penetrate the weak armor of the infantry tank, and even the Demon Eagle can't help the M1 tank is the king of the wasteland in the absolute sense, not to mention that the Crusaders have the M1 land battle tank with the shaped engine standard of the Allied armored division before the war. The number of people meant almost non-existent for a tank.

If it's a Toyota pickup truck stuffed with RPGs, it's another one.

Simon's team is only ten people, and it is not difficult to control discipline by blending in with the armed homeless people recruited by Randolph during this time as a grassroots commander, supplemented by the homeless cronies who promise a lot of money. But as the convoy approached, Simon's brow furrowed

。 Four infantry vehicles, two tanks, and a heavy snowmobile, to say the least, in double digits. The Warlords suffered much fewer losses than expected. The Overseer team is set up according to the standard infantry company, and after being drawn eight infantry chariots, the remaining mixed combat power is still considerable. The number of accompanying infantry will never be low!

The arrow had to be fired. Simon had already seen the Overseer team separated from the forward reconnaissance squad, and the chariot was inexplicably shining with headlights. This is the signal from the inside! Major Chrysler is in the convoy! The headlights flashed nine times, indicating that the convoy numbered at least ninety, and the ambush team was a hundred, and ten wolves with ninety sheep ate ninety tigers?

Impossible?

How do you know if you don't try!

……

Sergeant Günter Krauss grinned and tore open the blood-soaked bandage and threw it out of the car wet, his forehead cut by his car, turned out the hemostatic powder, sprinkled it with a new bandage. The tank corrected its muzzle forward, and intensive anti-aircraft fire repelled the flock of demon birds. The sergeant finally had a chance to poke out of the hatch and repair the life-saving Bofors cannon instead.

With no constraints, the sergeant finally had the opportunity to carefully observe the details of the convoy. The long line of convoys gradually approached the slightly raised snow hills a few kilometers away, which was common in the wilderness, just as the wind would roll up the sand dunes, and the uncovered terrain would not give a would-be an advantage to a would-be ambusher, and no outcasts or ghouls with brains burned by radiation would be foolish enough to come here to die, even if it was an army of steel with air superiority...... If it were true that the Iron Army were going to make a move against the Warlords, they would first have to break through the fortified positions of the Columbusian forces.

The loader handed a wrench screwdriver from the turret, and his long career in warfare had forced Sergeant Kraus into a generalist, and in fact, according to the principle of extension of command authority, the officer of the armored corps was inherently "noble" than the infantry who fell on the ass and ate ashes, and he also commanded his own infantry on more than one occasion. The anti-rocket iron fence outside the infantry chariot was basically eliminated, the claws were scarred, and the remaining four infantry chariot cannons were almost incomplete, either missing the fire controller or breaking the reflection spectrum, and everything returned to the original artificial. Due to the emergency evacuation, the rear cockpit of the infantry tank did not have time to be stuffed with reserve ammunition, so the cheap infantry leaned on their backs

The back enjoyed the hard-earned heating.

"Click......" Sergeant Krauss unscrewed a deformed bolt. Get out of the way! The sergeant scolded a certain melon-eating soldier who had scurried to the observation window to get in the way of his parts, and tightened the fixing plate. You! Operate this cannon! We're going into the rolling hills, and if you see any mutant creatures staring at you, click here! ”

The sergeant then remembered that he had not worn goggles and wiped the exterior clean, and the sergeant waved at the snowmobile troop and shouted, "New discovery? ”

"Nothing! Sergeant Lindemann said that everything was fine ahead, but his headlights almost blinded me! "There was a zebra next to the snowmobile, the rider carrying a carbine, and a saber made of gunsteel scraps tied to his waist. The horse team that had been carrying supplies became the best prey for the demon birds, so they ran out of four or five snowfield horses and crossed the tanks to join the forward reconnaissance team.

Bad luck will probably be gone by this time, the sergeant thought.

……

Simon looked at the convoy with just over a kilometer left, and the horse team entered the extreme range of the assault rifles, which was also the most lethal range. The reticle buckles the driver of the mobile fire platform in the snow after it. From afar, Simon could smell the stench of Harmony Demon pheromones cast by Randolph. He didn't know if Randolph and Spike had made it out of Camp Wolfen, but even if they were to get at full speed, they wouldn't be able to support Simon's turn to fight.

The Forward Scout team stood by and waited for the convoy to enter the icy lake. The difference in height was only twenty or thirty meters, and even Simon himself was not too far from the main battle site, and behind him was Jonathan, who had a heavy machine gun. The bald giant man was buried in the snow, and Jonathan's muscles had risen to a terrifying level compared to the first time he met, and he was already in the advanced stage of radiation sickness. Simon grabbed a handful of snow, pinched it round, and stuffed it into his mouth. Two M1 tanks broke into the narrow waist of the glacial lake. The rifle cannon patrolled vigilantly. Yes, Simon still has a chance, praying to the gods for luck and letting them go so that they don't spot the team, or spit on the idol.

"Hey, God is dead, and now, man is his own God."

Simon locked onto his target, he didn't even put on a silencer, and the next moment, the violent gunfire suddenly echoed.

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