Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 458 457. The final calculation revealed that we lost money on the shells, right?
I have to say here that Cypher actually doesn't really want to fight this gang... You see, the second-mounted twin turret has now fired four rounds, consuming sixteen shells.

You have to know that the reserves of these several hundred millimeter shells on the vehicle are definitely not too many. In just a counter-ambush, if they used up all of them and couldn't even clean up the battlefield, wouldn't that be a huge loss?!

Even after firing two rounds and blowing up most of the guys who tried to charge, he didn't want to fire anymore, but waited for those things to rush towards him.

The main gun is expensive, but the shells for the secondary guns and close-in defense weapons are not that expensive, to be honest.

When the other party approached within fifteen kilometers, they finally discovered this huge thing in the desert, which was trekking and making its track appear even bluer.

At the same time, he also realized that the guy who gave him the information was just trying to trip him up. What small mobile base? Your small mobile base has such a big main gun and can run so fast?!

The thought of being tricked instantly occurred to the pursuing machines, but after a brief exchange, they decided to... attack.

First of all, the firepower of a mobile base is limited. They now have more than ten machines, and their mobility is far higher than that of a mobile base.

As long as they surrounded the enemy and avoided the main counterattack fire points, they could make holes in the vehicle and invade like hunters gnawing at giant beasts.

Because the distance was too close, the enemy's main guns didn't have enough depression angle to hit us. The secondary battery's firepower was essentially just that.

At that time, with more than a dozen machines fighting against three or four guys coming out of the car, isn't this a sure win?
Some people only think about winning and winning big, and never think about what will happen if they lose - after all, in the desert, losers usually end up in a bad way.

Dozens of azure flight paths spread out and then advanced rapidly. However, until this moment, the vehicle had not dispatched its own body... It actually hadn't, right?
Combining some unreliable intelligence and cognition, this group of people verified each other's views and finally came to a very outrageous conclusion.

This mercenary's body has not been repaired!

Although he is already a famous independent mercenary, his money may not be famous either. He may be taking out a loan to find a new job!

If Sefer knew about this optimistic spirit, he would probably laugh out loud.

When they successfully approached within the range of the secondary guns, the younger generations who had already entered the deck combat level immediately took up combat positions.

The task is simple, just follow and fire in the direction those automatic machine guns are pointing.

At the moment when those people were looking forward to having a bite of meat or even signing their names, this mobile base suddenly attacked like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.

The roaring machine guns, the secondary guns with a slightly smaller caliber but which could be used as main guns on some vehicles when laid flat, and the close-in heavy machine guns... The first person just jumped slightly to try to avoid it, and was instantly torn apart by the firepower!

The others scattered in horror, only then realizing that this car was truly unique.

If other mobile bases have to make a trade-off between size, firepower and transportation, this one simply gets it all.

The firepower is abundant, and a large number of secondary guns are launched within ten kilometers. The firepower bombardment is doubled with every kilometer closer.

It has an excellent speed and due to its mass, it can even easily smash some smaller sand dunes.

How do you fight this kind of thing?!

Some people immediately backed out. Before, they still had the courage, or even a glimmer of hope, to turn things around, but now the only thought left was to leave.

In an instant, only a few of the dozen or so machines were left, and the fragments were scattered on the desert. With the sand gradually emitting a red glow, the area looked like purgatory.

...A month or so ago, Seifer would never have thought that he could pin down a bunch of mercenaries who coveted him in such a large mobile base.

After a few retreating artillery shots, the enemies either retreated at full speed or dispersed in batches in the desert... Just as quickly as they came, they disappeared in the vast sea of sand.

Leica held onto the earphones and listened carefully. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "Red Crossbow, all the surrounding communication signals have been evacuated. What we can judge at the moment is that there are no enemies within the warning range for the time being."

"No rush, let the reconnaissance plane fly for a while." At this moment, Tien was laughing happily: "Ha, I've never driven such a grand thing before. Look at those guys who accepted the mission, they threw away their equipment and were afraid they would lose two legs."

"Indeed, but you may have forgotten one thing...that is, how many shells we fired to keep this car intact."

Hearing him say this, Tien did a quick calculation in his mind, then smacked his lips: "That's indeed a lot. Now what do we say? Should we continue to maintain this speed?"

As soon as she finished asking, Lin Shenxue, who was sweating profusely below, came back with the news: "The furnace's stability is not good. Can I relieve the pressure?"

"...Well, hold on for another two minutes. After two minutes of reconnaissance, if there's no danger, we'll resume normal movement."

Lin Shenxue was obviously relieved and quickly prepared to relieve the pressure to let the engine relax from the normal overload.

A few minutes later, the whole car was filled with heated discussions. It was completely different from what Seifer had imagined, that is, the discomfort and anxiety of the younger generations when they first started to chop the mercenaries into pieces. They were quite happy.

It's the kind of happiness after 'completing the mission', the relaxation after being able to eliminate the enemy and protect one's own safety, and even being able to get together to discuss the calculation of the lead time for shooting, etc.

Seifer informed everyone to return to normal mode and then changed a new route. Tien raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You don't want to take the shortest route? What do you mean?"

"Frequently changing course will confuse the enemy. Now that someone has issued a bounty, we have to actively respond until we catch the one who issued it, right?"

Said Cypher, he suddenly stood up.

Once the normal process is entered, everyone will do whatever they have to do to restore the vehicle's environment... or at least maintain the weapons and equipment that have just been fired.

As he walked into the corridor, Shengnai, who was following him, suddenly disappeared, perhaps to help the unfortunate child who might have been injured or burned by the gun barrel.

I went straight to Feldridge and knocked on her door in the crew lounge, but apart from the initial noise, there was no sound at all.

"Alfred, if you're not in the room, just tell me you're not in the room and I'll find you somewhere else."

"...Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Then if you are here, please open the door. I want to ask you for a favor."

"I refuse. I'm in a bad mood right now. Don't offend me, mercenary."

Cypher looked left and right, confirming that no one was in the corridor. He thought for a few seconds and said, "Indeed, what I did was a bit excessive, so I should show some guilt."

"Humph……"

Seemingly persuaded, Seifer continued, "So, Alfred, you don't want to be seen in such a miserable state by the guy you despise, right? If you don't open the door..."

The door suddenly opened, and Feldrich unexpectedly stood inside wearing clothes that looked like protective clothing that could be used at any time.

"You... mercenary! This is what you call guilt. I don't see any sincerity in it. You're just showing off some filthy victory."

Seifer shook his head: "But Alfred, I think you're cute like that too."

"...You have five seconds to explain your intentions. Don't make me angry."

She, who had a deeper grudge against Cypher's head sculpture, seemed to have swallowed her anger.

(End of this chapter)