Orc Tyrant

"Did you see it?"

The words reached Kolobanov's dark dreams, pulling him back to reality.

He opened his eyes, and he fell asleep with his head on the vibrating body of the YT-1 armored vehicle just now.

After almost driving the car into a ditch, he decided to let Correspondent Joe take over the exhausted Eric to drive, and Joe got into his seat without complaint.

As soon as Kolobanov closed his eyes, a silent fatigue struck him, dragging him into a half-dream and half-awake sleep.

He vaguely remembered that he had wanted to drink some wine, but only muttered a series of incoherent words vaguely, and then the dream came to him again.

Now, he woke up, his skin pressed against the inside of his clammy uniform, and he was trying to re-adapt to the world around him.

"what?"

He said gruffly, before remembering that he needed to turn on his microphone.

"What did you say?"

He asked again.

[No. 41] is stopping, its engine is quiet, Joe is sitting in the driver's seat, leaning forward, pressing his forehead on the stained front observation seam.

"What's wrong? How did we stop?"

The correspondent did not look away from the outside.

"We stopped an hour ago. There was suspected enemy activity between us and the bunker. The other two cars were right next to us."

He turned his head and looked at Kolobanov, his eyes illuminated by moonlight through the observation slit.

Something feels wrong.

Kolobanov thought, there is something more or less, he can't think of what it is...

"Sorry to wake you up, but you should come and see this."

After that, Kolobanov realized what was different.

moonlight.

The moonlight flickered on the gun body and the control system, and Kolobanov hurried forward to touch the silver light, as if it were a waterfall.

Joe moved away from the front, and Kolobanov pressed his face to the glass and looked up.

The darkness remained, like a dirty veil hung in the air, but he could see the moon and stars gleaming cold and beautiful light.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

Kolobanov couldn't help laughing.

The **** day finally passed, while he was still alive.

The YT-1 is the only tank in the empire that can be called a "heavy armor". It weighs 34 tons, is 6.3 meters long, 3.12 meters wide, and 2.8 meters high. Although it looks like a fraction of the deadly armor of Ouke. Not enough, but it is already the most powerful conventional land weapon that the Benedict Empire can produce.

And this kind of armor is still in the experimental stage, the full name of Kolobanov's team should be the 41 test team, and their tank number is also [41].

Due to the tense situation of the battle, there was not much time left for them to experiment, so they simply put the remaining items on the battlefield.

Seventeen YT tanks came in the same batch as them, but ten of them had been lost in the daytime battles, and four of them had to be abandoned because of malfunctions.

Kolobanov's luck has always been good, at least No. 41 did not cause them too much trouble outside the battlefield.

Compared with other captains who kept complaining, Kolobanov has always believed that his YT is a reliable comrade-in-arms. In this whole day of fierce battle, its 122mm caliber artillery made 13 kills, including Three Oker motorcycles, an Oker truck, two unnamed but movable iron bumps, and a number of small artillery and machine guns.

Similarly, its 110mm thick homogeneous steel armor also protects everyone in the tank from being torn apart by Oak’s furious firepower. Although its sides and rear are riddled with holes, it is still very reliable. Is running.

Kolobanov is very grateful to it, and is ready to drive it back to the place of departure for a good repair and replenish ammunition by the way.

He was accompanied by two other light reconnaissance tanks. They belonged to the third reconnaissance regiment of the First Special Armored Division. After supporting the U23 area, there were only two survivors in the regiment.

The U23 area was still lost, but it was originally planned. It was a relatively open pass. No one thought it could be defended, but they had to delay the advance of an armored unit of Oak.

This task is completed, albeit at a high cost.

"The fog here seems to be thinning."

Joe looked at the sky and said:

"We are in the northwest of the bunker. We should not be far away. This is the D6 defense zone. We should not encounter Ouke anymore."

Security is better than any news. This is an open river valley. If you hit an enemy here, it would be really bad, but depending on the situation at this time, the artillery must have been under the focus of care during the day, and the rock seemed to be broken. Scattered everywhere like crumbs of cookies.

Suddenly, Kolobanov's smile froze, and then disappeared.

"fruit…"

He said to himself.

"what?"

"The miners used to grow fruits, kilometer-long fruit trees and shrubs. This is one of the few places suitable for cultivation in the Grand Canyon. They used to call this place the floral land, because when the flowers bloom, the air is full of the fragrance of pollen. As for you can smell it from a few kilometers away."

Kolobanov stopped. He brought his daughters here during the Flowering Festival last year...

He moved his gaze from the moon to the cliff where the moonlight shined.

As the fog gradually dissipated, the mud covering the ground was slowly drying, and a gust of wind rolled up patches of dust, exposing the debris below.

"This is just the beginning—"

Kolobanov watched the dust flying under the silver light, and thought:

"No matter what is going to happen here, no matter who wins the victory, the world will never come back. Now it only exists in dreams. These dead bodies are the future. I am looking at the future of this land."

Joe moved behind him, but said nothing.

Kolobanov was looking away when he saw the first flash.

He stared at the sky and blinked, at that moment he was sure he saw...

It flashed again, and was swallowed by the distant thick fog at the bottom of the hazy horizon.

After that was another time, another time.

He looked up and saw that the brand-new stars were shining with fiery flames, flickering and burning within the time of a heartbeat.

The hazy sky danced under the light and falling flames. Kolobanov wanted to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat, and Joe stretched his head forward.

"Did you see it?"

The voice of Loader Hara rang in his ears.

"I saw it."

The driver's voice followed closely behind.

"What—"

He started talking again, but Kolobanov interrupted him.

"It seems to be some secret weapon of the military. It is very large. Don't ask me how I knew it."

Kolobanov looked at a "star" in the night sky taking shape and gleaming from white to red.