A gas turbine engine that draws oxygen from the fluid air to operate, and then converts heat energy from high temperature and pressure into kinetic energy. This engine has many advantages, it has a strong ability to absorb oxygen, it can provide strong power, and it can turn gasoline, diesel and even peanut oil, alcohol and everything that can be burned into raw materials.

It's a very reliable engine in the apocalypse. But there are two sides to everything, and a turbo engine with such excellent performance is not flawless. Its biggest flaw is that its response mechanism is very poor. The plane is equipped with it, and when it takes off, it takes a long, long runway to speed up. Gasoline engines, on the other hand, just step on the accelerator when starting.

This also led to the fact that after the galloping Yang Xiaohai reappeared, the two tanks followed without hesitation. Once the Moving Fortress is activated, it's not so easy to stop! Even with a large number of infected people in front of them, the two M1A1s, which had lost their machine gunners, rushed headlong without hesitation.

What does a 60-ton weight look like on a bone? This is a sub-question. At least on the battlefield, sharp shells are far less casualty than crushing. With the mighty roar of the engine, all sorts of infected were crushed into pulp. The continuous, muffled sound barely stopped. Compared with Yang Xiaohai who was running, the two tanks became harvesters to free the "infected".

I don't know the effect of crystal brain, or other types of infected people stimulate their potential; Anyway, Yang Xiaohai's physique is improving every day, so he can change direction frequently in high-speed travel. This is also the main reason why the tank has not been able to catch up and hit. There are more and more "infetes", but they are all attracted to tanks.

By the time a faint black shadow appeared in front of them, the speed of the two tanks had been halved, and the thick armor was crawling with "infestation". "Sir, there's a mutant 'infected' ahead, and the convoy is finished. We have only two tanks left, four people. I ask for a retreat, but I can't move forward. ”

Brie gritted his teeth as he stared at the swaying figure in front of him, but the shouting of another tank could be heard over the radio intercom. In fact, when the "Sky Cloud Sword" took out the armored car and the four machine gunners, he should have stopped the pursuit. But the cute appearance of the black pupil's clever smile, heavy losses, and the sense of security in the tank made him refuse to give up.

The unscathed state and the strength of the tank gave him confidence: "The main gun is filled, and the mutated 'infected' is bombarded and killed while the distance is far away." ”

"Mr. Brie, are you sure you want to do this? Counting you, we've only got four of us......"

"What do you mean? Dare to disobey orders? Brie glared at the scarlet eye, and the pistol roared at the back of his head.

In the tank, there were only two people left, Brie and him, and he still didn't refute, even though Brie had just pointed a gun at his head. "Your orders will never dare to be disobeyed, Jack just wants to be sure of the orders for you."

"Then don't meow nonsense! Shoot out all the shells. The driver, named Jack, immediately left his position and climbed towards the iron plate.

"What are you doing? Fire? Brie was furious when he saw that the man not only did not obey the order, but bowed his head and sucked up the white powder. He opened the safety of the gun in his hand, but quickly reacted: he could not drive a tank.

"Sir, four people in a tank. Dead commander and gunner, you're left with only Jack. I couldn't drive a gun, and I couldn't open the hatch to control a heavy machine gun. Ah......h

Brie pointed his gun at Jack, but couldn't pull the trigger. Fortunately, Jack just howled and opened his equally bright red eyes. He gritted his teeth, and one man finished the job of loading, aiming. As the tank shuddered backwards, the 120mm44 x diameter smoothbore muzzle flashed, and it exploded in the distance.

Ignoring Jack's small movements, Brie bent down and looked forward through the lookout hole. The shadow that had just been dark disappeared. A building emerges, which was originally hidden by a dark shadow.

"What a mutant 'infected', shit! A waste that can't be carried by a single shell! A2, A2, rush up with me and crush that monster, all the monsters! ”

"Sir, there are a lot of poison gas 'mutants'." The voice on the intercom was just as excited, but it still retained some reason.

"A monster with a tombstone on its back, huh? Gas mask! He's meowing, and he's not firing anymore. Catch up and kill them! Crush them!! Kill them!! Brie roared with all her might, ignoring the fact that the tank had slowed down and there were only four men left.

With the super vision without dead ends, Yang Xiaohai can see the scene clearly without looking back. Although he dodged the increasingly dense "infected", he still saw with two hearts: two tanks rushed into the army of "infected" with impunity. Although there are many monsters, they can't stop the main battle tank at all.

Dense "infected" crawled all over the armor and covered the tank with a thick coat of flesh. The mutated "incumbent" carrying the tombstone constantly released a black mist, dyeing the vast downtown area in a gray and abrupt color. The gray gradually turned black, faintly obscuring the sky and the sun.

The four Brie had already put on gas masks, but they temporarily covered their crazy faces. They have long been experienced in dealing with this type of "infected".

The "Big Arnold" mutant "Infected" throws all kinds of things that can be grabbed at the tank, and the closest ones turn into fists; Emaciated bouncing mutants, catapulting onto tanks from different angles, scratching at thick armor. The Fat Tumor Mutant was too slow to watch the tank move forward from afar.

Even if there are a few nearby, they can only squeeze through the cancer on their bodies, and there is no way to take the tank. The "crab" mutant "infected" are the most tragic, their powerful tongues wrapped around the protrusions of the tank, mercilessly pulled by the turbine engine, and then crushed into a cake along with many ordinary "infected". The mutant "inved" tried their best, but they still couldn't stop the two tanks from driving to the scorpion mutant's lair.

With the black fog in the sky, Yang Xiaohai jumped to the top of the tall building. Holding an ordinary person in his hand, he didn't dare to be shrouded in black fog rashly. A familiar scene has appeared: the duel between the king of land warfare, the king of land warfare, which represents the crystallization of human wisdom, and the large mutants rarely seen among the "infected", who will die? Yang Xiaohai, who avoided tracking, hid on the roof of a high-rise building, holding Winnie and black pupils on his back, watching the play cheaply.

I saw the two big bags moving forward slowly but firmly. Yang Xiaohai muttered to himself, "Is it crazy to drive a tank?" No matter how powerful it is, how many nails can a good iron hit? If you wanted me, I would have turned around and slipped away. As he was thinking, it was dark in front of him, and a black pillar floated by the side of the building.

Yang Xiaohaiden's eyes widened. It is multi-segmented, with a black carapace-like tail, and a tail needle trembling with a cold light floating into the distance. Yang Xiaohai looked at it and saw the huge scorpion downstairs rumbling towards the tank. The scorpion is really big, not to mention that the tip of the tail is the same as that of a tall building, and its body alone is dozens of meters long. The six pairs of appendages flipped quickly, and in an instant, they crawled out of the distance.

"What a big one! No wonder Senior Sister wants to take it. I knew I could grow so big, and I didn't let go of anything. In the future, I will definitely catch one and use it as a mount! The black pupils wrapped around Yang Xiaohai's neck and said leisurely.

"Don't, ancestor. Putting aside the poison, that face alone is enough to respond to people. Yang Xiaohai immediately muttered dissatisfied. The face in his mouth was all over the back of the scorpion. If that's it, it's just disgusting. The key is a dozen eyes, and the face actually looks frowning and thoughtful.

As we all know, the "infected" are the terrifying existence formed by the virus controlling the body after the human brain is dead. When did they also know how to think? If the mutants become conscious, it will be the end of humanity.

Just when Yang Xiaohai was thinking about it and was terrified, the two tanks trapped in the black poisonous fog were rambling aimlessly because they had lost their goals. Unable to see Yang Xiaohai, Brie's extremely excited brain finally reacted. He radioed the order, intending to slip away. It's just, it's late!

Although the black mist blocked the light, it could not hide the huge size of the scorpion. As the black mist rolled, the scorpion "snapped" and trampled on the "infected" and inserted into the gap between the tanks. Brie only felt the sky spin, and the head and feet turned over. Through the observation hole, he saw a huge scorpion merging its two pincers and poking under the tracks of the 60-ton M1A1.

Under Brie's horrified gaze, the tank, named A2, was overturned. Unlike him, that tank fired a shell because of the extra person! Hit by a shell, the scorpion, unscathed, was enraged. She swung two large pincers and lifted the tank into the air.

Xu was still angry, and the tail thorn that was more than a dozen stories high stabbed fiercely towards the A2 tank. The cacophony of scraping left a deep hole in the deck. When the high tail was raised, Yang Xiaohai almost didn't make a sound: the black tail needle was broken violently!

Before I could laugh a few times, the tail needle grew back little by little. It's just that the tail needle is white, and the dripping venom corrodes the ground into holes. The tank was hard and corrosion-resistant, but it still got a deep hole. Brie nestled in the flipped tank, feeling cold. He knew that his madness was going to end here.

Although he was wearing a gas mask, he felt his skin gradually numb. He looked out on his head and feet, and saw the scorpion attacking A2 all at once. The two tanks were about ten meters apart, and both tracked towards the sky. He could clearly see the large, scary scorpion piercing its tail pins in the same place.

In just a few blows, holes were cut through the tank's heavy armor. The emaciated infected squeezed through, and then the solid tracks were left idling. Brie stared at the track that slowly stopped turning, but didn't want to adjust his posture, just staring at the thin and narrow observation hole with his head and feet.

Slowly, his eyes began to blur, a "thump" in his ears, and the pain in his shoulder pulled his chaotic soul impregnated with drugs and viruses back to reality. He saw his golden gun in Jack's hand, and the owner of the hand had dilated his pupils, and a bullet hole had opened in his jaw.

This kid dares to end himself without my orders. The ricochetic bullet that took his life awakened his remaining sanity: You think it's beautiful, no, I order you to wait for me. I want to bring my men to God with me.

He shuddered, smiled and picked up his matching gun. Put the muzzle of the gun to your forehead - bang!