Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

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Right now, in the very center of this T-junction, the infantry fighting vehicle is facing the right side of the horizontal line of the "T," which is the direction from which these infantrymen came. On either side of the vertical line, one rascal has just taken refuge in one, while on the other, there are probably many more rascals waiting for it to deal with.

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"Did you see clearly those two guys who just crossed the street? Were they carrying rocket launchers?" The two men in the infantry fighting vehicle started to discuss.

"Ah... I don't think so."

"Don't make it look like that!"

"Ah! No!"

"Row!"

The driver turned the steering wheel, and the infantry fighting vehicle retreated a few steps to the left and then charged forward into the vertical part of the street at the "T" intersection. Then it made a sharp turn, facing the intersection back towards itself, and began to operate the machine gun mounted on top.

"Watch out!" The fish that had slipped through the net brazenly poked its body out from the building on the left.

"Damn it! Don't let him get away!" The driver stomped his feet in anger, watching his partner act like a slowpoke playing whack-a-mole, letting the damn guy escape again.

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It has to be said that Jonathan's move was a combination of courage and luck. Running through the streets and spraying bullets on the roof of an armored vehicle, anyone who was his opponent would either be scared to death or annoyed to death, even if they were not killed.

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"Hey!" A moment later, the gunner who had been shouting and firing realized that the driver had finally come to his senses from the sonic boom of the explosion that had been pressing down on the roof of the vehicle.

"Wait! I think I heard something!"

There really was a sound! It was screaming like a car engine, rushing towards us from the intersection!

Almost simultaneously, the two people in the car grabbed their periscopes and began to observe.

Immediately following a sharp, tearing sound, Jonathan's long-awaited M8 armored vehicle, like a crazed cheetah, streaked through the air with dust and a deathly roar, and sped wildly out of the intersection!

"Sergeant Campbell!" The tank commander leaned against the turret armor, one hand holding the walkie-talkie and the other gripping the outside tightly.

"Bulldog Number One is here! You can hide now!"

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"Speed ​​up! Charge!"

"Locke!" He turned his head to the young man sitting to the left of the breechblock—clearly the gunner—"Aim! Give this guy a punch!"

After speaking, Mr. Harry lunged forward and grabbed the M1919 machine gun on the right side of the main cannon.

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"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Looking at the two people inside the infantry fighting vehicle who were surprised and delighted, the machine gun in front of the turret of the monster that had just sprung out roared, and bullets mixed with the nail-like booming sound, smashing into the body of the infantry fighting vehicle with a crisp steel drumbeat.

"Forget about that little groundhog! Hurry up!"

The infantry fighting vehicle began to zigzag backwards, haphazardly hurling a barrage of machine gun ammunition forward. The M8 armored vehicle's six large wheels showed no sign of stopping; it continued its relentless advance!

"Get ready, Locke!"

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"Fire!—"

At a command, a roar that sounded like a rifle but was even deeper and more terrifying roared out of the cannon barrel, carrying a shell that was fixed on the side of the infantry fighting vehicle. In the blink of an eye, the shell, like a cavalry lance, pierced the metal of the infantry fighting vehicle.

"Hit him!"

Immediately afterward, the M8, moving at high speed, veered slightly to the right, then swerved sharply to the left. The two steel monsters of different colors collided side-by-side, a dull metallic roar accompanied by sharp red sparks, shoving both monsters violently to the side of the road.

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The M8 came to a stop with a screech of brakes, while the infantry fighting vehicle was lying across the road, leaving its left side exposed to the rear of the M8.

"Hurry! Head at 5 o'clock!"

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But what's inside the infantry fighting vehicle?

"They didn't hit the engine, did they?"

"No, not really! It was just that the train carriage was hit!"

"Left, left!" The driver glanced furtively and saw that the M8 had already turned its turret towards him and was rapidly reversing!

"It's not that easy!"

With a shift of gears and a press of the accelerator, the infantry fighting vehicle began to reverse, attempting to cut off the M8's path.

Just as the two cars were about to collide again.

"Fire!"

The roar of the cannons and the deafening crash of the two monsters colliding were like a heavy blow to the entire street, striking the soldiers in both vehicles unconscious in an instant.

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"Locke, cough cough... How's that son of a bitch doing?" Inside the M8's turret, Mr. Harry, looking pained, slowly got up.

"Sir!" The gunner, crouching in front of the scope, exclaimed, "That shot... cough cough, God, it was fucking bingo!"

The man leaned out from under the vehicle's roof. Before him, a white gash ran across the top of the infantry fighting vehicle. And at the far end of the gash, the machine gun that had been standing there was completely uprooted, toppled over!

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"Damn it..." The man looked surprised, as if it was the first time he had encountered such a coincidence.

"Hey! Hey hey!"

Suddenly, he cried out in surprise. It was a faint engine roar that had startled him awake. He noticed that the armored vehicle in front of him had begun to tremble.

"It's going to run away!" Mr. Harry kicked the front of the car a few times. "Move it! Don't let it roll back to its old home alive!"

Chapter 24, Section 38: Time to Quiet Down, Parasites

"Oh! Look!" Now Jonathan can confidently stick half his body out of the window and watch his own M8 armored vehicle chase after the enemy's junk and beat them up.

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"Catching the bull, haha!" A green bulldog catching a black bull without horns, haha, indeed a very vivid metaphor.

"Hey! Sergeant!" Private Jimmy, who had just gone on a suicide race with him, was shouting from the doorway on the first floor across the street.

"Should we go and help, sir?"

"Sure, just find an anti-tank gun, shoulder it, and run after those six wheels."

"Sir, this..."

"This is none of our business! Hurry up! Call all the other lads out and assemble!"

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"Come on, Locke! Give this son of a bitch a shot in the ass!" Inside the speeding M8 turret, Mr. Harry had just loaded a new shell into the 37mm main gun.

However, the gunner, like an old man trying to thread a needle, haphazardly moved the main gun's aim with both hands. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes, fixed on the sight, looked like a gaping mouth, as if he wanted to swallow the tiny, thumb-sized front sight whole.

Beneath him was a trembling, fully-powered chariot, while in front of the glass mirror was a black monster twisting left and right as it sped forward, provoking the young man to the point of impatience.

The breechblock snapped back, and a sharp, booming sound of a cannonball came from the front of the turret, piercing Mr. Harry's ears like a mallet striking a drum.

However, this was not the sound he was most looking forward to.

Miss! Let's try again!

"Ah! Damn it!" Mr. Harry said, reaching for another shell. "Can you aim a little better, kid!"

"I almost dislocated the pole, sir!" Locke looked equally furious. "Can you stop letting this little black dog swing around like that?! This is almost as difficult as my old man catching mice back in the day!"

"Tch! Fine! I'll satisfy you today!" The man cursed as he loaded the shell with a "bang," then stood up and grabbed the M2 heavy machine gun on top of the turret.

"Come on! You damn dog! Stay right there!"

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He yelled and pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun. Thick bullets, accompanied by a pile driver's roar, shot from the muzzle towards the infantry fighting vehicle's wheels—tires much sturdier than those of cars and trucks, but that didn't mean they were immune to all firepower. A volley of .50 caliber machine gun bullets, like pickaxes smashing into rocks, tore apart the armored vehicle's tires bit by bit.

Instantly, half of the black chariot tilted to the right rear, and the two wheels on the right rear of the vehicle, whose axles had not yet been peeled off, slammed hard into the ground. Dazzling sparks and sand flew up like waves, leaving a fiery tail behind it.

"Thanks, sir!" Locke was overjoyed at the sight and immediately and deftly aimed at the black iron box that had moved sideways in front of him due to inertia and friction.

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"They're here!—"

Immediately afterward, another crisp cannon shot rang out. Mr. Harry, peering intently from the turret, saw a beautiful spark burst open. The poor black box twisted over, rushed to a pile of rubble on the side of the street, did a solid somersault, and landed on its back by the roadside.

"Again!"

"it is good!"

The shell roared out of the muzzle once more, and even hotter and more violent sparks erupted from the limp, pitiful creature. The black metal shell had completely transformed into a lump of flaming coal, beginning to heat up the street.

"We did it! Sir! We got it done! Woohoo!" The gunner shouted excitedly and pounded on the turret bulkhead.

"Go easy on me!" Mr. Harry kicked him in the lower back. "Is that a .50 machine gun in your arm?"

The M8 armored vehicle slowed down and strolled leisurely toward the distant intersection.

“Radio check! Sergeant Campbell! Can you hear me?”

"Would you like me to help you push the cart, sir?"

"Get the lads over here! Sergeant Dilt is currently dealing with those cowardly bastards! It's your turn!"

"No problem! I'll be there right away!"

Jonathan put down the walkie-talkie and faced the men who were already waiting around him.

"OK, kids! Ready?"

"Let's get started, sir!" The sergeant glanced to the side and saw Private Jimmy eagerly tapping his M1897 trench rifle—which the sergeant had just handed to him.