Chapter 443 The Collision of Iron and Blood

The dusk falling from the sky seemed to ignite the horizon. On the endless Gobi Desert, scrapped steel and slowly burning flames can be seen everywhere.

At the same time that "Yunting" launched a surprise attack on the airport, nearly 100 kilometers east of the Lost Valley, the tank battle between the Alliance Skeleton Corps and the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand-man Team had come to an end.

The 40 heavy tanks of the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousand-man Team were almost completely destroyed!

The only four remaining ones were also stranded in the Gobi Desert because their engines and tracks were damaged, and they could only wait for rescue that would arrive at an unknown time...

In front of the 60-megajoule electromagnetic cannon, whether it was 1 meter thick equivalent armor or 1.5 meters thick equivalent armor, they were as fragile as paper.

After all, before the prosperous era, that was a naval gun placed on a battleship!

To deal with a tank that runs on land, whether it hits the front or the turret, only one shot is enough.

As luck would have it, the commander of the corps misjudged the strength of the Alliance's firepower and stretched the defense line too long, causing the Alliance's armored cluster to penetrate the Falcon Kingdom's paper-thin defense line almost without any hindrance.

The heavy tanks scattered on the front line of more than ten kilometers had to leave the bunkers, turn around, and assemble while chasing.

Due to the huge gap in the range of the two sides and the relatively open terrain in the Gobi Desert, these heavy tanks soon became mobile iron coffins.

And because of their poor mobility, they were locked by the electromagnetic gun and had no chance to hide, and could only let the 60-megajoule shells hit them.

Faced with a situation where there was no chance of winning, many crew members of the Falcon Kingdom simply gave up treatment and immediately abandoned their vehicles and fled once they were targeted by the electromagnetic gun.

After all, they were tanks given by the suzerain country.

They didn't need to feel bad if they were scrapped.

At least one-third of the Conqueror No. 10 were "paralyzed" by this.

In contrast, it was the 50 Conqueror No. 5 light tanks that caused considerable trouble to the Alliance with their superb mobility.

However, a light tank is a light tank after all, and no matter how strong its mobility is, it cannot make up for its disadvantages in armor and caliber. There is no need for a tank destroyer to take action, a 155mm high-explosive bomb is enough to take it away.

Most of the Conqueror No. 5s were not damaged because the armor was penetrated, but because the overpressure effect of the high-explosive bomb killed the vehicle crew inside.

The Mole even believed that if their mission target was not the airport, if he was given enough time and ammunition, they could even wipe out the armored unit without any damage...

However, things cannot always develop as smoothly as planned.

It is normal for plans to fail to keep up with changes.

If the Legion had expected that they could install 60 megajoule electromagnetic guns on tanks, they would definitely not have deployed this "long snake" formation to guard them, but would have gathered all the armored units together like the Alliance, and quickly advanced to a range of 2 kilometers using the gaps between the tank destroyers' firing.

If the Alliance had expected that the Prowler tanks had been deployed to Luoxia Province, and predicted through intelligence that it was waiting in the direction of the Skeleton Corps' advance, it would definitely have delayed the start of the entire operation... although this would increase the risk of encountering a nuclear strike.

Unfortunately...

There are no ifs in this game.

With the Prowler tanks joining the battle, the Skeleton Corps, which had originally made a relatively smooth breakthrough, soon fell into a bitter battle.

Even a 20-kilogram steel needle with 60 megajoule muzzle kinetic energy could not penetrate the Meissner effect armor of the Prowler tank.

After a fierce and desperate fight, the only five Type II B tank destroyers were eventually destroyed one after another by the indestructible monster.

On the official forum of Wasteland OL, there was a wailing sound.

Players who were "kicked offline" by the BOSS kept coming out on the forum to tell their stories, typing and posting that it was unscientific.

"Damn! Is that thing locked?!"

"I shot it at least twice, and it didn't even shake!"

"Sixty megajoules! Can't the naval gun penetrate it?!"

"...It must be the thing."

"Where is the planner! Call the planner!"

"Maybe it's the dog planner who is driving that thing!"

Probably he was working overtime and had no time to browse the forum.

Until the end, A Guang was not tagged by them.

In the eyes of many people, this also confirmed their guess - "It must be the dog Guang who was driving that thing to abuse them."

In addition to those who cursed, there were also many people analyzing the weaknesses of the armor.

"What about the tortoise shell?"

"The official website's settings mentioned that it was related to superconductivity... but it didn't say how it worked, nor did it mention the principle."

"Superconductivity... so all shells that can conduct electricity won't work?"

"Maybe it's true. And the mass shells of electromagnetic guns are inherently highly conductive. Our shells looked like they hit the target, but maybe we didn't even touch it."

The so-called Meissner effect is the phenomenon of superconductors repelling magnetic fields during the process of changing from a normal state to a superconducting state.

According to the description on the official website forum, when the shells approach the Prowler tank, they will change to a superconducting state for some reason.

At the same time, the Prowler tank itself is also providing a magnetic field. The superconductor entering the magnetic field will form a lossless induced current on the surface, thereby generating a magnetic field of the same magnitude and opposite direction as the magnetic field provided by the tank.

On the surface, the shells were bounced off by the armor, but in fact the shells did not touch the armor at all, but were bounced off by the magnetic field at an infinitely close distance.

With the wedge-shaped armor with a large inclination angle, ordinary kinetic weapons can't break its defense at all, at most they can scratch the surface of the armor.

The only thing that makes the mole happy is that although the boss battle is not going well, the balance of victory is still on their side.

The goal of the mission is not to wipe out all the enemy tanks in the encounter, but to raid the airport on the north side of the Lost Valley 150 kilometers away from the battlefield.

Although the "Wanderer" is unreasonably strong, it is only one car after all.

His last order of "breaking the whole into parts" and "dispersing forward" finally played some role, and the good brothers who were destroyed and disconnected were not as many as imagined.

After paying a huge casualties, 15 Type 2 tanks still successfully left the communication range.

Two to three hours should be enough for the remaining nearly 100 kilometers of off-road section.

If nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to arrive before the sun sets.

As the person who stayed behind to stop the pursuers, the only thing he could do now was to trust his teammates...

Shaking his dizzy head, Mole, who had been offline for a while, finally woke up from his coma with a shaky consciousness.

Half an hour ago, his tank was hit by a shell.

At that time, he didn't feel anything at all, just felt his feet shaking, and then there was a line of light blue pop-up windows in front of him saying [Disconnected].

And it was the kind that couldn't be connected back no matter what!

Since the No. 60 electromagnetic gun used by the No. 2 B-type vehicle is equipped with a metal hydrogen battery, it is basically impossible to survive once it is penetrated.

Therefore, after finding that he was offline, Mole almost had no hope of reconnecting.

However, there was no countdown for the resurrection CD in the helmet, which rekindled a glimmer of hope in his already cold heart.

Perhaps this persistence moved the server. After trying for nearly half an hour, he returned to the tank in a trance.

It actually connected!

Mole had no time to be happy when he found out that the "lighter" didn't explode, and he didn't hesitate at all. He immediately went offline and called up the other two crew members.

But now it seems...

It seems that the only one who successfully connected back with him was the driver sitting in front of his left leg.

As for the one in front of his right leg, he had turned into a pool of sticky blood and burnt meat. I'm afraid even the manager couldn't recognize him.

"Oh my god..."

Mole smacked his lips.

Even with the protection of the sensory filter, he couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp when he looked at the bloody corpse.

If this game can get a version number, he will write his name backwards!

Resisting the churning in his stomach, he began to check the condition of the tank.

The shell hit the lower front armor on the right side of the vehicle body. Although it shot through the solid body, the engine and the human loader of the power system, it fortunately did not damage the turret.

The fuel tank on the left side was still good, eliminating the risk of fire.

The metal hydrogen battery was on the right front, and it was just a little bit away from being hit by the shell, but fortunately it was just a little bit away.

The Mole tried to charge the capacitor, but found that the charging switch had no response at all, and the indicator light was red.

After confirming the damage, he immediately shouted to the driver in front of his left leg.

"The capacitor is broken! How is your situation?"

"The engine is scrapped! The transmission structure of the chassis is broken, and it can be directly returned to the factory for reprocessing... Damn, there are infantry outside," squeezed in the twisted steel, the physical player driving the car put his eyes close to the observation hole and shouted nervously, "It's the people of the Falcon Kingdom!"

Hearing that there were infantry approaching outside, the Mole's heart tightened immediately, and he held the periscope and turned to the west direction facing the front of the car.

Nine people limped down from the dunes over there. Judging from their attire and weapons, they should be light infantrymen of the First Armored Motorcycle Thousand-man Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom.

They were holding rifles in their hands and anti-tank rocket launchers on their backs, and were carefully dispersing and surrounding the unexploded Type 2 tank destroyer.

With his Adam's apple moving, Mole took off the LD-50 carbine hanging on the inside of the turret and unfolded the foldable buttstock.

"... You go fix the capacitor, I'll deal with them."

"Fix the capacitor?!" The physical player was slightly stunned, and looked back at Mole in surprise, "What's the point of fixing that thing? The metal bullet of the electromagnetic cannon can't break the defense of that thing at all."

Just now, five electromagnetic cannons fired at the same time, and that thing stood there without moving.

According to the analysis of the forum brothers, the armor was probably designed for electromagnetic cannons. As long as it was a metal bullet, it would be a natural counter, and there was no way to deal with it.

As for armor-piercing shells and high-explosive shells...

They have tried all the available methods just now.

"There is only one chance anyway..." Mole said in a deep voice, "Although it may not work, I want to try again."

"Okay..."

The player nodded, squeezed out of the deformed seat with difficulty, and found the toolbox next to the loader.

The damaged capacitor was next to the loader's right foot.

Looking at the blood carbonized by the electric current and the completely cut wires, the player couldn't help but feel a tingling scalp.

Mole's voice came from above.

"Can it be fixed?"

He said with a stiff face.

"...I'll try my best."

"Leave it to you."

Mole took a deep breath, held the handle of the turret hatch with his left hand, and grabbed the LD-50 with his right hand, intending to get out of the turret and fire before those infantrymen came up.

However, at this moment, not far from the outside of the tank, there was a sudden sound of gunfire.

Hearing the gunfire, Mole was immediately surprised.

The sound of LD-47? !

Having played Wasteland OL for so long, he would not misunderstand the gunfire of his own people.

Mole did not hesitate and immediately turned the periscope to the direction where the gunfire came from.

I saw Irena lying on the sand dune in front of the right side of the tank, firing at the Falcon Kingdom soldiers below the sand dune with the LD-47 in her hand.

In addition to Lao Na, the Elf King Fugui and the other three armored grenadiers of the Skeleton Corps also opened fire.

As infantry combat players of the Skeleton Corps, they are relatively advanced in terms of combat awareness and sequence level on the server.

The ten-man team below the sand dune was caught off guard by the firepower from above, and was soon shot into a sieve and fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Mole extended his index finger and clicked on the VM, and immediately switched to Irena's communication channel.

"Lao Na! What's going on over there?"

"We are all OK, we just wiped out a team... What the hell? You're still alive?" Irena, who was changing ammunition, was shocked when she heard Mole's voice.

Just now, he was lying in a trench and was stunned by a high-explosive bomb. He went offline and saw the post posted by Mole on the forum. He thought this guy was dead.

But hey, he actually connected back!

When did the recovery ability of the agility system become as strong as that of the physical system? !

"Hey, I've been a non-African for a long time, isn't it normal to be a European emperor for once? There seems to be something wrong with my hearing, but it's not a big problem, it's just that our tank is probably scrapped, and my driver is still repairing it..."

It's okay to be a European emperor for once.

Irena couldn't help but look a little weird.

Isn't it a big loss to use your luck to save your life?

At least save it until the lottery...

But now is not the time to complain.

Seeing that Mole was still alive, he asked immediately.

"Can you fix your tank?!"

"The engine should be hopeless, but the onboard capacitor should be OK. Just connect all the broken wires and it will be done... probably." Seeing the big brother who was repairing the car turned around and rolled his eyes at him, Mole added another word at the end.

Irena swallowed her saliva.

"Then... what should we do now?"

Mole took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Can you see the Prowler?"

Irena picked up the telescope hanging around her neck and looked around.

After a long while, he answered.

"I can't see it... Wait, there is a lot of smoke in the southwest, and it is moving towards us!"

"Well, I guess he heard your gunshots, and I guess he should come to see it too." Mole said.

Elf King Fugui, who was lying next to Irena, also looked over there and muttered something.

"This is weird... Doesn't the engine of that iron lump generate heat? Why can't I see any heat source at all?"

He felt strange just now.

Other tanks were glowing white with heat.

Only the Prowler was pitch black in his "thermal vision".

"It's normal not to see the heat source, it's abnormal to see it."

Mole took a deep breath and slowly continued, "Listen... Whether it succeeds or not, we still have one chance, and only one."

The brothers of the Corps fell silent, waiting for his order.

Mole paused and continued.

"Where you are now, there is a light tank that has broken down in the northwest... If I remember correctly, it was destroyed by 155."

Irena asked immediately.

"Then what?"

Mole: "Find a way to start it!"

Irena was confused.

"Damn... I've never driven a tank."

As he said that, he quickly looked at the Elf King Fugui beside him, trying to see a reliable expression on this guy's face, but the latter was also confused.

The Alliance trucks are not difficult to drive, as long as you have hands.

But tanks are another matter.

What's more, it's not their own tanks, but the opposite tanks.

However...

In the eyes of the Mole, this is not important.

He didn't expect the 60mm "small water pipe" of the Conqueror V to pose any threat to the Prowler tank.

He took a deep breath and said seriously.

"It doesn't matter! Just listen to my command..."

...

In the Gobi Desert.

Upon learning that the infantry had engaged the enemy, Stan commanded the driver to turn around and head towards the sand dunes in the northeast.

There was a destroyed Alliance tank there.

However, unlike other tanks, it did not burst into flames like a lighter, but simply lay down on the reverse slope of the sand dunes.

As the Alliance tanks scattered and fled, Stan had no time to confirm the destruction, so he handed it over to the infantry of the First Motorcycle Thousand.

However, he never expected that...

These rubbish can't even do this little job.

"... Eleventh Infantry, report your situation immediately!"

On the other end of the communication channel, there was only the sound of electricity.

From the sound of gunfire just now to now, he has waited for a long time but has not received a response.

Stan's eyes were burning with anger, and he couldn't help but curse.

"This bunch of rubbish..."

Throwing the communicator on the shelf next to the kettle, he pressed the switch again, activated the Meissner effect armor, and ordered the driver.

"Target northeast, keep moving forward at a speed of 30 yards!"

The driver replied neatly.

"Received!"

There was no trace of human figure in the rolling yellow sand in the distance, but he would not have misheard the gunfire a few minutes ago. He estimated that it should be the driver who climbed out of the tank and struggled to death.

Stan didn't care about the few fish that slipped through the net. What made him angry was that those infantrymen couldn't even do this little job of cleaning the battlefield.

It's such a waste to give the great Marshal's tank to these rubbish!

The target is getting closer.

With his eyes glued to the sight, Stan kicked the driver's seat, and the latter understood and stopped the tank.

Not far away.

At the foot of the sand dune 2 kilometers away, the wreckage of a desert-colored tank lay quietly.

There was a twisted big hole in the lower armor, which was directly shot through.

The turret was drooping there motionlessly, just like it was more than an hour ago.

With this level of damage, the tank is definitely scrapped, but the crew inside may not be killed directly, and there is still a 50% chance of survival.

Looking at the ten bodies 200 meters in front of the wreckage of the tank, Stan smiled coldly in his heart.

There are no footprints around the tank.

There is no blood.

The surviving crew member is probably still hiding in the tank pretending to be dead.

"Load high-explosive shells." Stan ordered in a cold voice, intending to send the opponent on his way.

"Received!"

The loader sitting in the body of the vehicle quickly pulled out the armor-piercing shell in the barrel, replaced it with a shell with an orange warhead and stuffed it into the barrel.

However, just when Stan was about to add a high-explosive shell to the wreckage of the tank, the armor on the side was suddenly hit.

Whoosh!

A short and crisp sound scraped across the body of the vehicle.

Rather than saying it was a cannon, it was better to say that it was a toothpick scraping on a blackboard.

From the sound, you can guess that the caliber of this shell is probably less than 100 mm.

Stan made an impatient sound and signaled the driver to turn the body 60 degrees to the left, facing the direction where the shell came from.

However, when he saw the tank through the sight, he was slightly stunned.

Conqueror No. 5?

"Is that our tank?"

The driver also noticed the problem and looked back at Stan in confusion.

Stan frowned, but soon realized something and opened the weapon safety with a sneer.

"... Just a few dying bugs."

Who is the 60mm water pipe looking down on?

Still lying there motionless.

I guess these people don't even know how to drive that tank!

At the same time, in the Conqueror No. 5 light tank that was targeted, Irena was busy stuffing the shells into the barrel.

While pulling down the breech block, he did not forget to shout to Brother Fugui who was sitting on the gun position.

"Did you hit it?"

"Hit it!" The Elf King Fugui replied casually with his eyes glued to the sight.

Irena asked curiously.

"Will it work?"

"What the hell!"

Looking at the Prowler tank that was pointing its gun barrel at him, the Elf King Fugui's face turned green in an instant.

Although he knew he would not die, and although he knew that this was a game world, he was still panicked by the black muzzle pointing at him.

The terrifying sense of pressure penetrated deep into his soul...

He seemed to have seen the end of himself being blown into a pile of debris.

"Damn... Is this mole really any good?"

Looking at the stiff expression on his face, Irena had guessed something and said with a subtle expression.

"It's meaningless to ask this, I can only trust him this time... Anyway, one more shot before I die?"

"MMP... Ah ah ah! Fuck!" The Elf King Fugui cursed and roared, "I'm going to fight you!"

At the moment when the fire flashed in the camera, he pulled the trigger to fire almost reflexively.

The flames from the 60mm small water pipe almost licked the warhead of the high-explosive bomb.

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the turret!

The two did not even hear the explosion sound coming from the steel, and they were beaten into sieves by the fragments that collapsed from the inside of the steel and the shrapnel that poured into the car body.

This time, no matter whether they were agile or physical, they could not die again.

However——

Stan, who destroyed them, did not have time to mock his opponent's self-confidence, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth was forever solidified on his face.

The angular wedge-shaped armor folded inward in a twisted posture, and the 20-kilogram "steel needle" was like a mallet hitting a rice cake, directly splitting the car body into two pieces.

The last frame that stayed on his retina was the blown-off turret and the flames of the explosion.

Until he died...

He didn't know what happened.

At the same time, in the scrapped Type II B tank destroyer, electric sparks were jumping, and the power brother who had died for more than an hour was thrashing his bloody legs.

The capacitor that had just been repaired was completely scrapped this time.

The physical driver who was lying next to him to inspect the equipment was also twitching from the electric shock. He fluttered for a long time before he came back to his senses, and almost couldn't come back.

He shook his head.

As soon as the player regained consciousness, he hurriedly climbed to the observation window of the driver's seat and anxiously put his eyes up to take a look.

When he saw the burning flame on the sand dune, he was shocked.

"...Fuck!?"

He blurted out a Chinese curse and turned his head to look at the commander sitting under the turret.

"It's done...?"

"Well..." The mole was also shocked, but because of the distance, it was not as exaggerated as his.

"Awesome!!!" The player swallowed his saliva, clenched his fists excitedly and asked, "Brother, how did you do it?"

The mole leaning on the chair completely relaxed his tense shoulders and spoke to him patiently.

"The Meissner effect is not only for superconductors close to the magnetic field, but the force against the change of magnetic flux also acts on superconductors far away from the magnetic field... So at the moment of firing, that field must be released, otherwise the phase-changing shells will not fly out at all. It has two choices, either turn off the magnetic field or turn off the field that causes the conductor to undergo phase change."

"No matter which option, as long as Newton's coffin is still covered... that is the best shooting window."

"As long as you fire at the moment it fires, as long as you hit it before its armor takes effect again... there is hope of destroying it."

After a pause, he continued.

"Of course... this is just my speculation."

Fortunately, it is Meissner effect armor.

If it is a deflector shield, then this kind of thing has gone beyond the scope of high school physics.

If he can't even figure out the principle, he's really helpless.

Although he was confused, the physical player still swallowed his saliva.

"...but you guessed right."

Mole nodded and smiled weakly.

"To be precise, the bet was right..."

Without the protection of the Meissner effect armor, no matter how thick the alloy armor is, it's just a piece of paper in front of the 60-megajoule electromagnetic cannon.

The moment the index finger released the switch.

He felt his back was soaked with sweat, but he still squeezed out a smile of relief on his face.

Although it paid a heavy price, the Skeleton Corps finally wiped out the tank troops on the opposite side, and even destroyed the almost impossible to destroy the Prowler...

Although there was no way to arrive at the airport on time, it was the best result he could achieve.

At least 15 tanks were reinforced.

And the most difficult Prowler has been solved.

With the micromanagement of the "Ace Pilot", it shouldn't be a problem to hold on for a few minutes.

I don't know if the administrator can see his efforts, anyway, he has seen the golden pop-up window in his hallucination.

[Congratulations to "Canyon Fleeing Mole"... and other players, for taking the first kill of the "Wanderer" tank! ]

Being able to leave such a line on the monument of the Alliance -

This life is worth it!

...

On the other side, a distant and peaceful world.

No matter how fierce the battle on the front line is, the atmosphere here is always the most relaxed, and it is a common harbor for players and cloud players.

Irena, who has been offline, has been eating melons with everyone in the forum.

Hearing that the mole intends to fight the wanderer alone, the cloud players who were just discussing the weaknesses of this BOSS, all tagged Professor Yang and asked him to come over to open a bet for everyone.

Irena: "Don't bet. The mole hasn't come down for so long. I think it's probably done. Wouldn't it be giving away money if we open the market now? (Funny)"

At this time, Mosquito suddenly interrupted.

"How do you know he's not embarrassed to post on the forum?"

Ye Shi: "Damn! That makes sense!"

Xinghe Bu Ru Meng: "Ahem, brothers of the Skeleton Corps, where are you? Did the tank fall into the pit? I'm waiting for my gum to turn into rubber."

Yilena: "Ahem, we encountered an armored division, but we've dealt with it... How did you get down? What's going on with you?"

Xinghe Bu Ru Meng: "Hey, Mofa, we were bitten by fighter planes. We dodged a round of machine guns and a missile of some unknown type."

Ya Ya: "Then the nuclear bomb is about to take off? Σ(゜ロ゜;)"

Teng Teng: "!!!"

Stop bullshitting: "Damn it!?"

The professional players of Life who were peeping at the screen were instantly blown out.

Xinghe Bu Ru Meng: "Ahem, before I was disconnected, I fired the last missile at the airport. Although the range is a bit exceeded... but it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Elf King Fugui: "One missile? Is it powerful enough?"

Xinghe Bu Ru Meng: "Metallic hydrogen charge, brother! That's metallic hydrogen! It must be enough! T.T"

You don't even have to hit the plane, just blow a hole in the airport runway, and the plane will naturally not be able to fly.

Yilena: "Hey, that's good. By the way, where's Luoyu? Why can't I see that guy? (Funny)"

Xinghe Bu Ru Meng: "Emm... I don't know, I'm wondering too."