Chapter 1205 - One Percent Chance (1/2)
Twelve tanks were nothing to fear.
But if twelve tanks were combined with 20 power armors, the tank-infantry synergy would be terrifying.
“HAHAHA! Charge! Crush them!”
Yegor was full of arrogance as he laughed nearly hysterically. His fist smashed against the top of the tank and then he sat back down.
Almost a split second after he gave the order, the two power armors sitting behind the KV-9 became alive. The eyes of the power armor flashed a dark green light. The hook behind their back popped out and the power armors stepped onto the cement road with force. The deployment wheels left a curved trail on the road.
On the roof of the building, Ding Liwei, who was a kilometer away, said in trembling voice as his pupils constricted.
“It’s the SU-50.”
“What is the SU-50?” Wan Peng frowned.
“Fu*k, this is my first time seeing it too,” gulping, Ding Liwei forced out his next words, “I have only heard that these things are difficult to deal with and have a nickname.”
“What nickname?”
“Tanks that can walk…”
Within ten seconds of landing, the twenty-four power armors were moving beside the charging tanks. They formed an attack formation using their high-speed movement. The rifle in front of their chest exuded a chilling vibe.
The giant steel armor was bolted onto the power armor with bolts as thick as a thumb and formed a jagged front armor, just like the chest armor of the Polish Wingedhausser. The vortex engines on its back were not embedded in the armor’s surface but mounted on a pair of outwardly extending short wings. The front and rear ends of the leg’s armors were enlarged like bells. The traditional two pairs of wheels design was modified into four pairs under the Soviet hammer to match the burly armor.
To maintain its balance, they even added a tail to counter the weight!
The rifle was held steady in front of the chest. The short wings ignited eerie blue sparks, and the SU-50 power armors charging on the highway looked like beetles with expanded wings, fearlessly marching beside the tanks.
“FIRE!”
With a roar, the CCCP tanks launched an attack. Twelve barrels fired together simultaneously, and the 75mm high-explosive shell landed on the streets and buildings near the Second Militia.
Ding Liwei did not dare to take his guard down. He jumped off from the top of the building and jogged to the rear of the frontline. He took over the radio from his deputy and shouted in the communication channel.
“PREPARE TO FIGHT! GET READY TO LAUNCH A COUNTERATTACK! Team A attack from the flank! Team B, stand in position! Team C use anti-tank equipment! BOMBARD!”
“Roger!”
The P-series power armors hiding behind cover quickly fired the anti-tank rocket on its shoulders.
Although these militias had never been on a real battlefield, they did participate in several exercises and did not completely forget how to deal with sturdy steel armors.
The more than 70 power armors were divided into three teams. 30 units moved to the side of the CCCP tanks; 20 power armors held their position under the bombardment while the remaining power armors switched the RPG missiles on their bank to an anti-tank rocket, locking it on the charging tanks.
When the tank entered their range, Ding Liwei roared.
“FIRE!”
More than 20 white trails formed in the air from behind cover, directly flying toward the CCCP tank formations. They exploded simultaneously under the ground of smoke bombs…
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When X71291 proposed to Jiang Chen that it wanted a body and for Jiang Chen to bring it to the modern world, Jiang Chen’s response was of course no.