Karlus did not hesitate for a moment. The distance was too close; firing a howitzer might hit the vehicle, and there was no time to load the close-range buckshot. But running the enemy over would present no difficulty. Just like he said, what can the blade do to armor?
Before Hanks could adjust the vehicle's position, a silver arc flashed past the rear of the gun turret, and the trembling voice that followed sent a chill racing through Karlus's heart.
"The left-side periscope, damaged... damaged."
"What... what?"
He murmured reflexively, which then escalated into an octave-higher roar.
"The periscope has been chopped off?!!!!!!!"
"Impossible! How did she do it?!"
"Replace the periscope, move quickly! At this velocity, driving through these twisting alleys..."
Karlus didn't finish his sentence.
Without having to be told, his subordinates also knew the fate awaiting a high-speed vehicle that had lost its auxiliary eyes.
—We must not lose, no matter what!
