Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Even after encountering a round of 406-caliber shelling that almost razed the place to the ground, after a brief period of dead silence, many Allied soldiers once again appeared in every corner of the area as if they appeared out of thin air.

However, there are no additional supplies this time. Fortunately, the new commander has included Milin's Allied suicide squad into the command sequence.

Chariot looked at the Allied soldiers who were re-assuming their positions among the ruins, showing a strange expression.

Among these Allied soldiers, there are many Soviet soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms.

Counting other Allied soldiers from different countries, it seems that a miniature world war is going on in this small port.

The Soviet soldiers who were carrying weapons and building fortifications also noticed the veteran tank.

Although there is no red five-pointed star or other symbols representing the Soviet army on the tank, these Soviet soldiers regarded the tank as one of their own at the first sight.

Some of them were holding the antifreeze cans in their hands, thinking about whether to go up and get close to the tanks.

On this kind of battlefield, if you can team up with a veteran...even if you can't, you can definitely improve your survivability if you can learn some skills.

But in the end, these soldiers who looked young enough to be the nephews of a chariot did not find the opportunity to get close to the chariot suit.

Flash Shield, who was holding two boxes of lunch meat stewed sausage, found the chariot and asked:

"Lord, can you drive a tank?"

"Tank? A tank of this era?" Chariot was stunned for a moment, then asked what Flash Shield was saying.

"Well, we may need to drive a tank in the next area." Flash Shield said, handing a box of stewed sausages to Chariot.

"What type of tank?" Chariot took the stewed sausage and asked politely while eating it.

"A lot, you'll know when you come here." Flash Shield said to Chariot.

"??"

Full of curiosity, Chariot followed Flash Shield to a temporary armory that appeared out of nowhere. This temporary armory was filled with various weapons from the early to late stages of World War II. Models of tanks and destroyers of various calibers.

"Where's the doctor?" Chariot, who no longer wanted to think about where these tanks came from, asked Flash Shield.

"Over there." Flash Shield led the tank to an IS2 tank that was being modified, and saw everyone getting into the chassis.

Sensing the chariot coming, Milin got out from under the vehicle, lit a cigarette with oily fingers, and took a sip from the tea next to him.

"Don't worry, wait for me to modify it first."

Milin's statement made the tank look puzzled. When did Milin, a doctor from Rhode Island, modify tanks from the World War II era?

Flash Shield on the side saw the chariot's expression, and a somewhat narrow smile appeared on his face. When he just learned that Milin planned to modify the IS2, his expression was similar to that of the chariot.

Milin, who knew why Chariot was so confused, repeated what he had just said to Flash Shield:

"A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a day to repair a Tiger. I even repaired a Rat with only one shell left. Loving Father 2 or something like that, sprinkle some water on it."

"??" Then Chariot's expression became even more confused.

"By the way, the BOSS of the next level, oh no, the enemy this time." Milin pulled out two black and white period-style photos from the tool rack next to him and handed them to Chariot.

The tank that took the photo looked at a Tiger tank numbered 212 and a Tiger tank numbered 217 in the photo. He was stunned for a while before asking Milin:

"Wittmann and Karius?"

"It could also be Nishizumi Maho and Nishizumi Miho. Of course, I would rather see the former two than these two sisters." Yonebayashi said the two names that made Chariot confused, clapped his hands and got back into the car. Di continued: "Let Shuanghua tell you the details. She just ran to investigate and almost didn't come back."

Compared with Milin who only took out two photos and had a bandage on his arm, Shuanghua's explanation was much more comprehensive.

The Allies did not focus their attack on Area B, where the power plant and arsenal were located. It was not because the Allied commanders had a problem and did not know where the focus was.

It was the Axis tank troops stationed in Area B that made all Allied attacks fail. Even when hundreds of tanks were assembled... they were completely wiped out by an enemy that was less than one-fifth of its own number.

Among them, the two Tigers had the most fruitful results. Each of them had more than 30 kills, making them unparalleled among tanks.

According to the Allied Commander, the tanks in this temporary armory are all the vehicles they can find... After seeing troops being spawned out of thin air, the Rainbow Team operators have reservations about this statement. Opinion.

"It wouldn't be surprising if the opponent is the real two crews." Shuanghua touched his injured arm and asked the tank, "But have you ever seen a Tiger tank that can drift?"

"Drift?" Chariot wanted to know if the drift Shuanghua mentioned was the drift he knew.

"...Maybe." Chariot said not very sure.

Although a veteran, the tank was not old enough to have participated in World War II.

"So you know how to drive that tank?" Ashes asked, who was not surprised that the tank didn't know these things.

"I haven't driven it, but I have driven a T64. Even if there is some difference, it shouldn't be big." Chacha said while recalling his life and death years in Afghanistan.

"That's okay." Ashes nodded and said.

"Do we have to drive a tank to join that battlefield?" Chariot asked a little strangely.

Even though the operators of the Rainbow Team are all elites who have experienced hundreds of battles, they are all proficient in vehicle driving and so on. They let the tanks drive just because others have no experience in driving this kind of old Soviet tank.

But in any case, it is also suspected of rushing to the shelves, especially when the opponents are the two legendary teams of Wittmann and Karius.

Isn't this giving the opponent a record?

Chariot moved his gaze to the two photos placed on the table.

First it was the White Death, then Wittmann and Karius, so what is the situation in this world?

Is it possible that we will go to sea to play hide-and-seek with U-boats soon?

"Doctor said, these are the rules of the game." Ashes replied while looking at Shuanghua. The bandage on Shuanghua's arm, as well as the fact that W was almost blown into cockroaches when they were in the trench, are all the results of not following the rules. .

"...The rules of the game? I understand." The chariot commander sighed.

Although he sighed, Chariot could understand Ashes' statement, because in addition to performing some anti-terrorism or anti-alien missions, the Rainbow Team spent most of their time conducting various anti-terrorism exercises in the special training base.

In some ways, this is also a rule of the game.

There have even been anti-terrorism matches in stadiums for many spectators to watch. In essence, there is not much difference from the Casimir Knights Tournament.

But compared to the internal exercises of the Rainbow Team, or Casimir's Knight Competition, this battlefield is a little more real and a little crueler.

Is this the so-called playground of gods? Chariot had a profound understanding of Milin's words.

"I need to practice my skills first," Chariot said.

"We all need it." Ashes raised his hand, pointed at the various tanks of different shapes around him and continued: "At least the good news for now is that there are enough shells and fuel."

"That's good news indeed."