One Percent Chance

Twelve tanks were nothing to fear.

But if twelve tanks were combined with 20 power armors, the tank-infantry synergy would be terrifying.

"HAHAHA! Charge! Crush them!"

Yegor was full of arrogance as he laughed nearly hysterically. His fist smashed against the top of the tank and then he sat back down.

Almost a split second after he gave the order, the two power armors sitting behind the KV-9 became alive. The eyes of the power armor flashed a dark green light. The hook behind their back popped out and the power armors stepped onto the cement road with force. The deployment wheels left a curved trail on the road.

On the roof of the building, Ding Liwei, who was a kilometer away, said in trembling voice as his pupils constricted.

"It's the SU-50."

"What is the SU-50?" Wan Peng frowned.