Shelley Amell's command car was victorious, and the first shot hit the enemy, apparently destroying their steam engine. Observers Bale Warren and Shelley Amer both confirmed the results and began to search for their next target. If you look down from above at this time, you can see that in this plain, the tanks of the Negro Republic attacking from west to east and Ankenrui attacking from east to west are facing each other, and they are fiercely clashing. From time to time, with the roar of artillery, several Negru tanks would emit white smoke, which meant that their power system was broken.

"They only have one steam engine, and if the power system is broken, the weapon will be out of power!"

Although he was only a member of the crew, Shelley Amer knew the simple structure and layout of the Behemoth tank. Because of the irascible nature of the steam turbine, the Behemoth's power system had to be separated from the weapon system, and this somewhat cumbersome design proved to be advanced in the face of the enemy's single system. Looking at the growing number of destroyed tanks in the observation window, Shelley Amer felt every cell in his body tremble.

"Advance the formation! Advance the formation! ”

Shelley Amer shouted into the microphone, only to realize that the communications soldier who was following the car had left the battlefield. He turned his head and shouted at gunner Dean Warren.

"Green flag! Green flag! ”

"Okay!"

Dean Warren nodded, stood up, pushed open the hatch, and fixed the green flag that had been prepared beside him to the base next to the hatch, and then he closed the hatch. According to the agreement of the Behemoth First Warband, the green flag represents the advance formation, the red flag represents the charging formation, and the yellow flag represents the retreat. In the absence of chariot heralds, this is the best way for everyone to think of a signal.

The green flag that Shelley Amer had asked Dean Warren to hang was soon seen by their companions. The chariots that were engaged with the enemy began to consciously line up in a rough line and advance towards the enemy together. And the enemy's tanks, although they were destroyed by a dozen units, continued to attack.

"Go on, go on! Seventy-five degrees to the left, stop, load, armor-piercing! ”

Shelley Amer turned his head toward the target according to his previous experience in practice, allowing Dean Warren to fine-tune it, and at the same time shifted the gear lever to cut off the power link between the steam turbine and the transmission system. The sound of squeaky gears rang out at a rapid pace, and gunner Dean Warren began to adjust the angle of the turret, trying to aim.

"Ready to launch!"

In about two minutes, Dean finished aiming, and Shelley Amell laughed and yelled.

"Shoot!"

"Boom!"

Shelley Amell's body shook slightly, and observer Bale Warren lay his eyes on the observation window, waited a few seconds, and gave an answer.

"Near-missed! Left point five! ”

"Great!"

"Bang dang!"

There was a loud bang from the shell of the tank, which was accompanied by a noticeable shock. Shelley Amell shouted almost at the same time as the observer.

"Enemy shelling! Left! Left! ”

"Keep aiming!"

Shelley Amer suppressed his terror and ordered Dean Warren to keep aiming. In the short battle just now, he and his giant beast had already been hit once, and the armor of the giant beast also proved its strength in this short contact battle.

"Turn left point seven! Turn left at point seven! They didn't move!! ”

Observer Bale Warren was still shouting, and Shelley was looking out from his own perspective as he had been reminded, just in time to see the slightly quivering turrets of enemy tanks. Sure enough, the enemy, like himself, was gambling for his life.

"You're dead!"

Shelley Amer muttered to himself, with blood in his words. Behemoths are different from enemy tanks, behemoths have rough skin and thick flesh, and there will be no major damage if they take a shot, but the enemy's tank, as long as they take a shot, will either die or be disabled. This kind of asymmetrical warfare minimizes the chances of the enemy's tanks winning in a one-on-one battle.

"Boom-"

"Bang dang!"

Two more in a row, and Shelley Amer knew he had been hit, but he didn't know what happened to Dean Warren. In order to prevent the shelling and shaking from shattering his facial bones, he had already left the small observation window.

"Hit, hit, smoke!"

Observer Baller Warren was overjoyed, and Shelley Amer roared, moved the gear lever, and began to move his chariot. He's going to look for his next target, to move on to the next kill.

"Watch to the right, unidentified chariots! Be careful!!!! ”

The right shooter, Dverny Warren, had a different tone. Shelley Amell, whose viewing window could not see the angle on the right, raised his head and began to adjust the orientation of the body. The steam turbines of the Behemoth Chariot screeched, and soon repositioned, and Shelley Amer saw the Slayer.

"What's that?" , Shelley Amer shouted, he had never seen such a strange shape of the tank, the original turret position was replaced by a large exaggerated giant donkey, a steel spear fixed in the middle of the giant donkey, facing his direction.

"That could be specifically for attacking tanks! Fifteen degrees on the right side, kill them! ”

Observer Bale Warren didn't think as much as Shelley Amell, he shouted. Gunner Dean Warren glanced at Shelley Amer and began to reload.

"Hit the one on top of it, break it!"

Shelley Amer gave a loud command and sat back in his place. The direction has been found, and the rest of the work that needs to be done to destroy the enemy is no longer within his control.

"Boom-"

"Boom!"

Two sounds, in succession, almost identical, rang out. Shelley Amell's behemoth shook again. He knew that his chariot had been hit by the enemy's giant horse, but he didn't care, but stared at the opposite side, and found that Dean's first shot had just been missed.

"Correction! Keep shooting! ”

Shelley Amer gave the order while observing the enemy's situation. He was curious about how this naked big donkey could change ammunition.

Shelley Amell's curiosity was quickly answered, and as his tank began to fine-tune its barrel again, the enemy tank creaked and the giant robe began to wind up, apparently mechanically powered. At the same time, the tank seemed to decide to stop killing and began to retreat.

"They're going to run!"

Shelley Amell guessed the other party's intentions. As the leader of the Behemoth Warband, how could he allow the enemy to escape from his hands? He yelled, pulled the joystick, and began to pursue. The behemoth's core steam turbines roared, sending far more power to the tracks than the enemy's chariots. Soon, Shelley Amell's car was within fifty meters of the distance. He roared loudly as he pulled to a speed.

"The enemy is retreating, moving the target! Advance Measure! Dean, you've got you done the math for me!! ”

"Great!"

Gunner Dean Warren replied with a smile. He spun the gears quickly, adjusting the turret angle as the observer prompted. And in Shelley Amer's observation window, the enemy's tank, equipped with a giant horse, was rapidly retreating.

"Hurry up! It's time to shoot at a distance! ”

Shelley Amer was a little anxious, his tank was now the front part of the whole formation, and it had attracted more and more of the enemy's attention. If he doesn't want to be surrounded by enemies, destroying the target as quickly as possible is the way to go.

"Don't worry!"

Dean Warren pops the beans and throws out short words, followed by yelling.

"Ready to launch!"

"Put!"

Shelley Amell's response rang out almost simultaneously, and with the tremor of the body and the roar of the turret, Shelley Amel heard the cheers of observer Bale Warren.

"Hit, hit!!"

"Boom!"

The Behemoth was hit another shot in the body, and Shelley Amer quickly pushed the gear lever, hoping to back away a little and pull away. However, after two movements of his chariot, he lost his balance and had to circle on the left side of the wheel.

"The left track is broken!!"

Bale Warren spotted the problem, "Can't go!" ”

"Adjust the orientation, let's make a fixed turret! Machine guns ready to sweep the enemy troops!! ”

This was the first tank of the Behemoth Warband to break down on the battlefield, and Shelley Amer was nervous, but not panicked. Their parking space is at the forefront of the entire propulsion formation, and although they go forward, they are not separated from the rear, and the danger is still under control. He manipulated his behemoth to spin in another circle, and the muzzle of the cannon pointed forward, and stopped.

At this point, the enemy in front of them seemed to notice that something was wrong with their behemoth, and at least three tanks and a ballista were coming towards them. Moreover, it seems that the enemy has even begun to shrink his line of defense and attack the paralyzed beast with all his might.

"They want to catch the car! Alert!!! ”

Shelley Amer quickly realized the enemy's purpose, and he alerted the machine gunners and gunners as he observed the situation outside.

"Armor-piercing shells, aim shot! Machine guns to clean up the infantry! We wait for assistance! ”

"Great!"

Dean Warren still has the same tone and the same voice, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal in his eyes. Observer Baller Warren gestured to Shelley Amer to indicate that he had no problem. The two Heavy were already in combat mode, and Shelley Amer didn't think they were worried about anything.

"Fight well!"

With a loud roar, Shelley looked at the observation window again. From his point of view, a tank approaching from the front was reimbursed by Dean Warren after two shots and stopped in place. As for the tanks on the flanks, according to Bale's report, they could not attack them, and they had to use machine guns to clear the infantry that were following the tanks. The two tanks also seemed to realize that they were in a safe area, and approached at a faster speed, entering the thirty-meter area in a very small piece.

"Bang!"

The tank on the front hit Shelley's tank again, and the giant beast shook slightly, making a loud noise. Shelley Amell knew by this time that he was surrounded. The two tanks on the side tested for a while at a distance of thirty meters, and then directly closed the distance to five meters. At this distance, they were already unable to attack the infantry who were hiding behind enemy tanks because of the angle of fire.

"Watch out for the infantry, steam ready!"

Shelley Amer could already hear the shouts of the infantry outside the tank, and they must have been trying to figure out how to take their tanks away. At this point, Shelley Amer knew that his time was running out, so he slammed on the power valve, and then pressed the red button on his right.

In order to prevent the Behemoth from being defenseless by a melee attack in extreme situations, Gastens specially designed this steam device. The red button in the driver's seat connects to the exhaust manifold of the steam engine wheel. When the steam turbine is running at high speed, pressing the red button will eject hot steam through twelve vents around the body, inflicting heavy damage on enemies surrounding or hiding around the body. Since this function was designed, it has not been used except for exercises. Shelley Amell didn't expect to be the first person to use it.

Due to the loss of steam pressure, the steam turbine that had been roaring instantly fell silent, and at the same time, there were screams around Shelley Amell's tank. The temperature of the critical steam was beyond what humans could bear, and in just a few seconds, the soldiers who had surrounded the behemoth were dead.

It took about three minutes for Xue Lan to press the recovery button and start charging the engine again, and he could only pray that the enemy wouldn't do anything more during those three minutes.

"Boom!"

The familiar sound of artillery came from afar, and observer Bale Warren saw the source of the shelling through a reflector located above the turret. The troubled Shelley Amer attracts not only the attention of his enemies, but also his own. More behemoths are coming this way.

"Reinforcements! Commander, it's reinforcements! ”

Bale Warren was excited, and so was Shelley Amell. He clutched the joystick tightly and listened to the sounds around him. After two rounds of shelling, the characteristic muffled, steam engine sound of nearby enemy tanks disappeared, and Shelley Amer knew that the tanks had been destroyed and that he had been saved.

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By three o'clock in the afternoon, the battle was almost over. The enemy abandoned the battlefield and retreated forty kilometers and camped on the western border of the Duchy of Rairin. And the Behemoth Wargroup and the First Army of the Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army, which had also been fighting for a day, began to count the losses and continue to make plans for the future.

"Two of my Behemoths have broken tracks, and six have broken turret machine guns and need to be repaired. We all brought parts with us, which can be fixed tomorrow morning, and it should not affect the battle. ”

Standing in front of Beckon Warren, commander of the 1st Regiment of the Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army, Shelley Amer reported loudly.

"Yes, our men were killed and wounded about 2,000 people, and about 10,000 enemies were killed. Shelley, come, let's see, how to proceed in tomorrow's battle? ”