Probably because this year's Chinese New Year's Eve was spent waiting for the attack on Caen!

Doing all sorts of evasive maneuvers to avoid shelling while maintaining a high speed is a common occurrence for me.

But.......

This time, however, the situation felt different, with four frontal tanks attacking each other, working together to compensate for the time error in reloading. The most frustrating thing is that the angles of each shot are very tricky, and they cover each other and keep moving, making it difficult to predict the trajectory of the opponent's next attack in advance.

The old-fashioned magic energy gun of the "Barbarian", let alone the use of magic, will not even have time to aim and store.

Eventually, I gave up on using a rifle in favor of a tomahawk that could be charged, intending to close the distance and settle the fight in one go.

The other side.

"It's coming, it's coming! The red mech is coming into range. ”

The loader looked out from the turret's lookout with the projectile in his hand and said excitedly.

On the other side, the loader was tense and hugged the * wrapped in tin foil, and one leg shook naturally.

Under their feet was a shutter-like partition where they could see each other clearly, but not so much that they would fall down.

The driver, who is in the main driver's seat, listens to the rhythmic sound of the partition and does not need to look up to know who is in the legs. It was a habitual move that would occur every time the young loader Bliss was nervous. So he quipped, "Bliss, don't be scared into peeing your pants!"

Bruce shot back, "Die!" and laughed out loud. There is no way around it, and everyone in this tank is much bigger than Bliss. Some of them even came from the dwarves to be trained to drive "steam tanks".

There was a tense atmosphere in the steam tank, which is why they used this way to relax everyone. If the nerves are too tight, it is easy to make mistakes.

"Liz!

The commander who was sitting in the passenger seat and was simply a lookout was the commander. He was positioned almost flush with the turret, and the overhead hatch could be opened to make it easier for him to communicate with the commanders of other tanks and to observe the situation.

"Done!"

The bearded Liz was the same driver who had been joking with Blis just now, and he was seen pulling the lever with his bare hands at the same time.

The "Steam Tank" began to move forward, and the other tanks followed suit.

"Reloaded!"

First the projectile was *, and after Britz was reloaded*. The gunners in the rear would quickly close the breech, then hang up the firing rope and chant loudly.

"Fire ——!"

"Boom !!"

Next, even without the commander's orders, the loaders will quickly complete the task of reloading the next round of shells.

The tank next to it will shoot or cover during the reload gap in front of it.

It is quite normal that there is no shot. After completing the second round of reloading, the gunner will ask the driver to adjust the angle and look for the next shot.

Soon they found out that this time they had encountered a hard bone, and the crimson "barbarian" had slipped to the extreme like a loach. Just as he can predict the trajectory of the ballistic in advance with every shelling, he can make evasive actions a few seconds in advance every time. Coupled with the shields that come with the mechs, their shots have little to no effect.

Soon they will be able to see the lines on the red mecha with the naked eye from their respective lookout holes.

There is no sign of a defeated record, that is, a newbie, or a messenger from the Empire. They are more inclined to the latter, otherwise it is very burning to explain the kind of evasive actions that ordinary people can't do.

Soon they saw the mech's weapon, which was a one-handed battle axe hidden in a shield. At this moment, the tomahawk was held in the right hand by the mecha, and the fiery red ominous light flashing on the blade of the axe was almost as if it had been burned red.

"Shoot—"

"Boom !!"

A simple sideways, the barrel of the cannon grazed the shield on the outside of the mecha and flew out.

Shot out?

Soon they became aware of the threat.

The mecha and the tank staggered, and a long hole was cut on the side of the "steam tank", and the commander was killed on the spot. Fortunately, the blow did not damage the power room (boiler) in the tail of the tank.

The boiler boiler smacked his tongue and looked at the incision that was like an adult's arm, the incision was unusually neat, and the cut surface still had a trace of high temperature. Then he yelled into the cab in front of him, "No problem at all!"

The driver turned his head sideways and shouted at the power room, "Maximum power!" and pulled the two levers back and forth at the same time, "Bastard!"

The tank made a screeching sound and made a 180-degree turn on the spot.

"Reloaded!"

"Shooting ——!"

Kill him for me!

Every member of the tank shouted in their hearts.

The other side

Once you've done your kill, rush out a few meters away and keep your best safe distance. In this way, the reinforcements from afar will have some scruples, after all, these iron guys are their treasures.

"Huh, did you miss?"

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that the tank was still moving, and I shook the sensing arm in my hand again. Outside, the semi-metal arm does the same.

Three "steam tanks" began to retreat, and I could only keep up. As long as I kept a "safe distance", the tank was no threat to me, and although it would be a bit of a task to destroy them one by one, it was only a matter of time.

"How could I get your wish!"

The badly damaged tank roared and rushed towards me.

Then he fired a cannonball.

I dodged on my side.

The tank had no intention of stopping. It seems to be trying to crush the "barbarian" to smithereens, along with me.

I jumped lightly and did a somersault in mid-air. The moment I staggered headfirst with the people in the opposing turret, I could see the faces of those people full of surprise and unwillingness.

Landing easily, "Whew!" The boiler wall was split open by a tomahawk. The boiling water was dripping all over the floor, and the heat overflowed. Soon, the heat dissipated, and the water on the ground formed a thin layer of ice.

The boiler, which had lost power, still slid out and came to a halt for a long time. The old friction mark dragged out of the snow.

"Shooting ——!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Three tanks fired at the same time.

"Full shield!"

The action after landing is already old, and it is too late to dodge, so you can only take this blow hard.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At the moment of the explosion, the shield was fully deployed.

The red fuselage was completely obscured by the firelight.

Bliss held the ammunition and shouted nervously and excitedly, "Killed?"

Staring at the dissipated smoke, he gradually saw the shadow of the mecha.

"Don't be stunned, reload your ammo!"

"Hah-yes!"

The commanders of three tanks gave the order at the same time. Then the tank began to retreat, pulling away. They both knew that once they closed the distance, their tanks were completely not enough.

The commanders opened the sunroof, ejected half of their bodies, and talked to each other in sign language.

That kind of distance our shells can't penetrate the opponent's shield at all.

There has to be someone to cover, and then close fire will be effective.

We'd be killed in an instant, and we wouldn't have a chance.

If there is no chance, then we create it.