Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

At that moment, Sunderland's cockpit opened, and the pilot stepped out.

"Whose camera was usable before?" The pilot squatted on the mech's leg, looking at the infantrymen around him who were still in shock, watching them push out the guy who had been carrying the camera.

Which team are you on?

"Team B, sir."

"Okay..." The pilot clasped his hands together. "Team C, wait here for now. Team B, you guys go to that house around the corner. The one with the camera, stand in the corner, stick the camera out, and turn on the diffuser antenna. I want to check their firepower! Everyone else, bring out your communication computers and help me take a look!"

A large group of soldiers quickly dispersed. The infantryman with the camera on his head squatted down at the corner of the wall, took off his helmet, and slowly peered the camera out.

"About 60 infantrymen, with machine guns, and there are people in the streets and houses..." The pilot's muttering echoed over the radio. "Hey, where's the artillery? What hit the Baron just now?"

"Hey kid! Tilt the camera a bit to the left!" an officer in the squad shouted excitedly. "That crater in the ground! Something's come out of that crater!"

Then, on everyone's screen, the terrible culprit appeared...

A tank painted green, with a huge turret topped with a slender cannon, charged out of the shell crater like a bison, accompanied by machine gun fire from the vehicle and infantry!

"This tank is incredibly lucky..." the soldiers muttered, their faces filled with confusion.

"If it's a tank, things will be easier." The pilot looked at the screen and spoke relatively casually.

He looked around; the walls were all broken and didn't seem suitable for Sunderland to climb. The street was also full of sharp obstacles; if he rushed straight through, he'd probably trip over them before being defeated by the enemy.

Do you have rocket launchers?

Soon, a hysterical screaming erupted.

"Sir, this is Team A! The rocket launcher is here! But enemy fire has blocked us! We have no way to..."

"Thud..." After a sound like raw meat hitting the ground, the radio went dead.

"In that case, everyone listen up!" The pilot swallowed hard and began issuing orders. "Team B, quietly sneak up to the second-floor window at the 2 o'clock position of the tank, and prepare your smoke grenades!"

"Team C, once the smoke screen completely covers the streets, quickly run to Team A's building, help them all gather all their weapons and evacuate, then hand the rocket launcher over to Team B!"

"Team A, take cover! Protect the seriously wounded! Don't retaliate or expose yourselves. Team B and I will buy you time! Reinforcements are on their way! Summon your courage!—"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The pilot told Sunderland to crouch down and join a group of soldiers to press themselves against the back of the building on the street corner. He ignored the electronic screens, taking deep breaths as he stared at the top of the cockpit, occasionally hearing the panting sounds of soldiers who had forgotten to turn off their radios as they climbed the stone steps in the stairwell.

"Sir, we are ready. The enemy has not detected us. Please give the order!"

"action!--"

A few crisp rings rang out, followed immediately by a muffled explosion like firecrackers blooming in a large pot, and a wall of smoke quickly filled the entire street.

Gradually, the gunfire from across the street began to thin out.

"Team B, get your weapons ready!"

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"Cease fire! Check ammunition!"

On the other side of the smoke screen, the group of soldiers in Soviet uniforms stopped fighting.

"Comrade, what do we do now?"

"Be prepared to retreat at any time... I guess they've attacked..."

At that moment, a hatch opened above the head of the rather swaggering KMF assassin on the right.

"Hey! Comrade!" Half a head popped out from inside. "Get everyone out of the street! Back inside!"

"Understood! Quickly! Everyone, grab your things and come inside!"

The hurried footsteps ended with the crisp sound of a tank hatch closing. On the chaotic street, only the steel bison—the T-34/85 tank—remained, standing silently in the very center of the street, surrounded by scattered sandbags and stones.

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The soldiers in the vehicle waited quietly for the sound from the intersection ahead.

Outside, there was only deathly silence.

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"Fire at will!"

In an instant, the Britannian soldiers who had been cowering with their heads in their hands suddenly raised assault rifles from the windows high up in the street and unleashed their fury at all the sandbags and windowsills where gunshots might have been fired.

"Damn it!" The tank commander, sitting inside, was startled. "Reverse! Target to the upper right!"

"Comrade conductor! Over at the intersection!" Just then, the driver excitedly shouted.

Through the periscope on the hatch, a blurry figure came into the commander's view on the fallen steel doll.

"parking!--"

……

The smoke on the street was beginning to dissipate, and a bright purple figure was gradually becoming clearer, lying on the wreckage that was puffing out smoke.

……

Upon closer inspection, the machine gun in the puppet's hand was already aimed at the tank!

"Move forward! Move forward! Turret forward! Quickly!"

Before the gunner could even aim at the intersection, the pilot in Sunderland's cockpit had already aimed at the tank for three seconds.

"Okay, 200 meters away. Goodbye, little calf!"

The pilot quietly pressed the UL round's launch button, and immediately a series of piercing sounds as if the air was being sliced ​​open rang out. A thick UL round shot out from the top of the machine gun's barrel, like a crossbow bolt hidden in an assassin's hand, drawing a light arc in the air above the street.

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But the next scene was so dramatic.

Like a glass shattering on a metal plate, the UL round merely grazed the T-34's sloping armor, creating a mocking firework. After it dissipated, the only trace proving its presence was a patch of jet-black sunflower painted onto the Bison's steel armor.

"What?!" The pilot's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he looked at the scene on the screen.

He gritted his teeth and continued to press the fire button. Just like before, two UL bullets struck the tank one after the other, like solid wooden sticks hitting a drum.

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"Okay... looks like this isn't my problem anymore..."

Now, three black sunflowers of different sizes and shapes were painted on the tank.

That's right, it's like a tiger waking up to find a child in front of it, smearing a bunch of weird symbols all over its body.

"Tch... That prank went too far!" Inside the tank, the commander let out a long sigh of relief and pressed his eyes against his periscope with a fierce look.

"Alright! It's our turn, you fascist bandits!" A deep roar echoed in the turret, followed by a thunderous boom in the clear sky. A thick shell roared out of the barrel and flew straight toward Sunderland!

"Fxxk!" the pilot cursed, instinctively pulling the control stick sharply on Sunderland. After a slightly exaggerated flip, he managed to evade the main body of the shell, which struck Sunderland's left arm. Lady Luck seemed to have not yet left; the shell, like a runaway wolfhound, tore off half of the mechanical arm's outer armor, revealing the menacing electronic components inside.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!—"

The pilot yelled wildly as he swerved the stick, trying to get Sunderland back on his feet from the powerful impact. But suddenly, as if tripped over something, Sunderland fell flat on his face to the ground like he'd stepped on a banana peel.

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"This is Team C, sir! Please respond!"

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"We've successfully rescued Team A, but Team B seems to be pinned down by the enemy! We need help!"

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"Oh, Fxxk..." The pilot slumped into the cockpit, tossing aside a small screen that had landed on his face—it seemed he had taken a pretty hard fall.

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"Are you alright, sir! We all thought..."

Snapped! ——

The pilot seemed unable to bear the rambling "touching words" and turned off the radio.

“Alright, if UL bullets won’t work, then we’ll pass on the machine gun…” He manipulated Sunderland’s arm, looking around, and grabbed the spear that Gloucester had left behind, placing it in the mechanical hand of his vehicle.

"Okay, let me see..."

He quietly poked KMF's head out; the tanks had already begun shifting their firepower to the infantry inside the building.

The road ahead wasn't too narrow, and Sunderland and the tank were on a straight line with almost no obstructions.

"May the Emperor bless you, hahaha..." The pilot chuckled, using the mech to support himself against the spear, and slowly stood up.

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"Hey! Look!" Inside the building, the men in black saw the armored knight standing up through the cracks and holes.

"Sir! What is your plan?"

Before any response could be heard over the radio, Sunderland had already leveled his spear and aimed it at the seemingly indestructible tank in full view of everyone. Beneath his feet, the drive wheels began to whip up a whirlwind of dust, and the ear-piercing screeching of friction echoed through the buildings like raven in a graveyard.

"Come on, little calf!" The pilot looked at the screen—the tank turned its turret, as if it saw him.

But once the arrow is released, there's no turning back! The pilot pulled the stick, and Sunderland, amidst flying dust and stones, like medieval cavalry, swept over the wreckage of Gloucester, roaring as it charged straight toward the tank!

"Yay! Let's go for it! Let's fight like it's real!"

That's right. Based on past experience, the next thing the tank should do is reverse to buy some time to rotate the turret.

However, it seems that no one came to tell the pilots this time: We changed the screenwriter, and of course the script was changed too!

The lush green T-34 watched the dummy race along, its engine indeed belching thick smoke—a common occurrence for all tanks when they are about to maneuver.

But what happened next...

"My God! What's going on?!"

The tank did start moving, but instead of reversing as usual! Instead, it roared and its road wheels rapidly propelled the tracks as it charged head-on towards Sunderland!

"Ha! Come on! Let's fight to the death!" The pilot, whether scared out of his wits or fueled by the burning desire of the engine, stared wide-eyed with bloodshot veins. Driven by a fervent heart, he was determined to fight this stubborn calf in front of him!

Compared to the Sunderland, a galloping horse kicking up dust, the T-34 tank was more like an avalanche rushing down a mountain! The entire tank was like a runaway locomotive, howling with death, tearing apart every nerve of the pilot's sanity!

"Oh no!" As the pilot regained some of his senses, he suddenly realized something.

This spear is designed for machines of Gloucester and above, making it overweight for Sunderland. Even standing still, Sunderland would need some skill to keep it level. Now, at high speed, the spear is starting to tilt uncontrollably upwards. For the knight to keep it level is harder than lifting a skyscraper!

And so, with the air whistling past their ears and the roars of warriors from the mechs and tanks, Sunderland's spears and the T-34's cannons passed each other in the air...

The spear didn't pierce the tank's turret; it merely pressed against the roof, creating a brilliant spark like a surfboard in the ocean.

The T-34 did not fire, and the gun barrel did not pierce Sunderland's torso.

But don't forget, beneath the cannons and spears, it wasn't leg-to-leg, but leg-to-vehicle!

In a flash, the 30-ton T-34, like a mad elephant, slammed solidly into Sunderland's legs. The much lighter steel doll's lower body was instantly torn into a pile of flying parts by the sturdy steel shell, spreading like fireworks across every corner of the street.

"what!--"

Amidst hysterical screams, Sunderland's upper body, like a snapped sapling, leaped into the air, transforming into a flying wheel that whirled between buildings. Then, with a deafening crash, the shattered steel torso fell face-first onto the street, leaving behind only an armless body riddled with gaping wounds.

The large screen in the conference room flickered a few times, then returned to its previous deathly darkness...

Section 10, Chapter 5: Undercurrents

"Why is this happening?" Dr. Flock, speechless with shock at what he saw on the screen, raised his eyebrows to 8:20, took off his monocle, and stared blankly at the floor under the table...