"Frankowski,.Leo.-.Tank.2.-.War.With.Earth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frankowski Leo)

Just damned rotten luck.

A rolling artillery barrage preceded us as we cut through the island,
but now, since the dangerous period of breaking through their
shore defenses was over, the exploding shells stayed ahead of us
by more than three hundred meters.

Five kilometers in, we came across a fair-sized base. Intelligence
hadn't mentioned anything like this! There looked to be thousands
of troops running madly about. Infantry? Why in hell would anybody
bring infantry into a war zone?

Hundreds of tank turrets and artillery pieces were spinning toward
us, and not a few shoulder-held rockets were being brought up.
There wasn't anything that we could do but open up on them. We
either had to take out their heavy weapons or get killed ourselves.

"Rip 'em up!" I yelled.

An unprotected human body within two hundred meters of a rail
gun blast is dead. That was the main reason why our tanks were so
heavily armored, to protect us from our own weapons. There
wasn't any armor that could protect us from a direct hit by an
enemy rail gun.

The Earthworms never had a chance. We were flying two meters
above the ground at supersonic speed, in tanks with the
aerodynamic qualities of a brick. The shock waves we were
generating in the air alone would have killed most of those guys,
and when you add the rail guns into the equation, it was a total
massacre, bloody and simple.

They did get off a few rounds. I saw a tank on my left flank explode
in the air as its fusion bottle blew, and bits of his armor tore into the
earth.

That was a rare thing. Usually, dozens of fail-safes stopped your
power supply from turning into a medium-sized thermonuclear
bomb, but anything that can go wrong, sometimes does.

There was no hope for our trooper, whoever he was. Nor for
anyone unprotected within two kilometers of the explosion. As it
was, the blast knocked me a hundred meters off course, and damn
nearly knocked my wife into the dirt, but we didn't lose anybody
else. We closed up the gaps, and we were all soon back on
course.

The rest of the fifteen-kilometer island went fairly smoothly,
although my troops were taking out anything that looked as if it ever