As an accomplished tank commander, the TPT3741 is in control of a three-man crew of Terrified Winged Lord's heavily armed tank.

As an excellent tank commander, the TPT3741 has performed very well in previous missions to suppress the Penguin Rebellion of the Rebel Wingers.

He had been in the penultimate row of the 300 honorific arrays at a commendation meeting watched by more than 100,000 people, and was received by Lord Horror at close range from a distance of 500 meters.

This was the proudest thing in his long life of two years and three months, and it was not only a conversation point with his teammates, but also the best encouragement for the new members of the Base Mixed Legion.

Every time TPT3471 showed off his personal second-class medal of merit for valor on his left chest in the envious eyes of those rookies, he thought he could go further.

With the tank car that sits down, you will receive a higher honor and the honor of being received again......

But all of this was shattered on this cosy twilight!

The possibility of another award, the possibility of being received again, and the honor of his previous heroic battles were shattered.

Unlike those rookies who are cautiously preparing to fight for Lord Terrorwing every day.

For Glory Commander TPT3741, who already has enough understanding of the rhythm of the battle and knows the distinction between war zones, he clearly knows that today's mission is actually a rest mission.

The purpose of stationing near this teleporter, which is absolutely impossible for anyone to appear, is to give these infantrymen who have seen blood in the bullet pressure before a chance to relax.

As the commander of the chariot leading the six patrol squads, TPT3741 knew that this was also an opportunity for him to relax.

It allows him and his crew to relax from the intense battle and continue to fight the rebellion in the best possible condition.

However, something he didn't expect happened......

Someone from the teleportation array, who was absolutely impossible, first killed the rookies of the two squads with a grenade, and then quickly fled to defeat the pursuing squad after the summit approached the tank......

In just a few minutes, two and a half of the six squads of TPT3471 were wiped out, and the culprit was able to dodge the shelling many times without injury.

This is simply the biggest insult and blow that TPT3471 has ever received since becoming a tank commander!

When this guy disappeared, TPT3741 no longer had any hope of being awarded again, and he could only think about how to explain to the top when the car returned to the high ground.

A well-known cultivation task of the old birds, let him perform a sparse thing, tpt3471 now really wants to die.

However, before he could organize his words and figure out how to report to his superiors, there was another burst of gunfire in the small depression behind him.

The hatred and excitement from the shouts behind him made him turn the turret immediately, and he had to seize the opportunity to blast the guy to pieces.

Maybe this is the only way to make up for his mistakes, maybe only in this way can he make amends for his crimes, not to disappoint Lord Horror, and to be worthy of the shining medal on his left chest.

However, the vehicle, which had just turned the turret and failed to capture its target, was once again completely blocked by the snow, rain, debris, and blood-mist mushroom clouds flying in the sky.

They couldn't make out what was going on inside, but they could be sure that the team had completely disappeared in the same place where the blood mist erupted.

All the gunner could see through the periscope was the swelling of blood-colored snowflakes filling the line of sight, followed by another successive boom.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

There were no screams, no wailings, and the gunfire suddenly stopped, except for the mushroom cloud that began to fall and settle.

The fate of the other team can be imagined!

TPT3741 and his gunners quickly searched for their target in the smoke, as they could be sure that the target would definitely appear and would definitely try to charge them again.

The smoke and dust were precipitating and spreading again, and the speed of diffusion was very fast, and the distance between the explosion on the east side of the teleporter and the tank was about 300 meters and was rapidly filled with the sinking dust.

As an excellent commander, an honorary tank commander, TPT3741 made a judgment worthy of the Order of the Left Chest.

"The infantry press forward, the tanks retreat, hurry up and move!"

Seeing the battle that day, the penguin riflemen, who were like chicken blood, quickly carried out the commander's orders, rushed forward quickly from both sides of the tank, and soon met the spreading dust of sediment.

Whether it was the gunner who expanded his line of sight through the periscope or the commander TPT3741 who leaked out of the tank, they all stared closely at the silver light and shadow that was constantly moving in the blood and dust.

They were almost certain that the figure was the enemy, but the muzzle of the tank still couldn't keep up with his movements.

TPT3741 could only rely on his own combat experience to find his pattern, offering to try to shoot at the anticipation of his path, hitting him.

And the infantry that pressed up fired at high speed at the constantly moving demand.

A patrol of three and a half squadrons, a full thirty-nine fully automatic rifles that could shoot at high speeds and sustained speeds, did not seem to have any real effect on the enemy.

The figure never stopped, no longer attacked, just the dust and haze that followed in this pure whiteness, the footsteps of the forward expansion, and the horizontal irregular and large back and forth.

For the most part, the enemy, who was advancing in a serpentine pattern, never attacked again, as if he had not fired the previous two shellings.

TPT3741 has been calculating the enemy's movement patterns, he only needs one chance, seize one opportunity, find a flaw, find a pattern, and then he can blast that figure into slag with one shot.

And it seems to have found a trace many times in a row, but in the next high-speed movement, it was unexpected by TPT3741.

The muzzle of the gun has made many meaningless movements and predictions, which is not only losing the opportunity to attack, but also reducing his chances of survival.

But as an excellent tank commander, TPT3741 is not in a hurry at all.

He did not panic, for he clearly understood that the enemy had indeed caused him a great deal of misjudgment on the way closer.

It did cost him many opportunities to attack, and the chances became fewer and fewer.

But as the distance was shortened, the distance between the two men became closer, the distance between the muzzles he needed to move became shorter and shorter, the range of corrections he needed to make became smaller and smaller, and the chances of his attack succeeding increased.

As an excellent tank commander, probability is the one that TPT3741 is most familiar with and relies on to survive to this day.

He was sure that he could hit the moving figure in the next shot, and that figure would inevitably leap to the left the next time it moved.

"Get ready!"

Years of cooperation, so that both his gunner and the driver already knew what to do.

It can be said that it is a desperate gamble, and he directly puts the muzzle of the gun where the next leap will inevitably appear.

The gunners had already loaded the shells into their chambers and waited for an order to open fire.

"Move, get ready to ......"

The figure that kept leaping forward really completed the penultimate leap, and there were only five meters left before it entered the target range of the shelling.

TPT3741 became more and more nervous, and he patted the gunner's helmet, and the gunner pressed the switch with both hands.

"Boom ......"

The cannon was discharged......

However, in the eager gaze of the commander TPT3741, the cannonball missed.

The figure did not move as expected, but stopped at what was called the penultimate move.

I just watched as the cannonball, with its tail bubbling red flames, flew five meters away and disappeared into the blood mist.

Immediately after, five rocket shells with red trails flew out of the snow and fog, pointing directly at the honorary commander.