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

once might have wanted to be alive. Losing a few of your own
does that to people.

In real time, we went the length of the island in thirty-six seconds.
At combat speed, it felt like it was over half an hour, plenty of time
to not miss anything.

Then, having taken out both ends and the center of the enemy-held
island, I split what remained of my team in half. We made a U-turn
over the ocean and came back at them. We worked over both
edges of the island that we had skipped on the way in, taking them
on the flank.

The time-on-target rolling artillery barrage was still just ahead of us.
Those guys, or rather their computers, were really on the ball. We
were picking our rail gun targets, and then shooting them up
through the exploding artillery. It was pretty effective.

There wasn't much resistance. Most of the enemy had abandoned
their positions and run for it. Just where they were planning to run
to was beyond me, but as a military force, they were done.

Our second wave was already arriving, crawling out of the ocean.
The two hundred tanks were equipped with antipersonnel drones,
semi-intelligent, expendable robots that could round up the
survivors and clean up any small pockets of resistance.

My three squads headed for the beach, not wanting to look at the
carnage we had created inland.

We landed around the tank that had taken one of our own artillery
shells, and formed a defensive circle. Mirko got out of his tank and
walked naked over to the bent and wrecked machine that held the
body of one of his men. It was the kind of thing that he had to do by
himself.

Then, to the wonderment of us all, the coffin slowly emerged from
the back of the wreck! Frenchy, shaken but still alive, sat up, took
off his helmet, and pulled out the computer that held his tank's
personality.

The rest of us gave him an enthusiastic cheer, over the comm
lasers and out our external speakers, too! Most of us waved to him
with our manipulator arms.

He waved back to us, but he was unable to go any farther.

Mirko shouted, "Both of his legs are broken! Somebody call for an
ambulance!"