This kind of kill had long since become routine for Kaul.
They spotted a patrol, found an ambush position, and then waited there.
The captain always chose the target, but Kaul carried out the kill.
Tara no longer questioned his suggestions. He accepted them.
Once the wingman hit the first target, the steel beast Kaul drove would punch through the target from the right angle and blast it to pieces.
Then came the troublesome part: escaping the remaining enemies.
They had a chance to hit the enemy, but once they opened fire, their only objective was survival.
At that point, the wingman was the easiest target to expose, but as with many other things, Kaul did not bother worrying about it.
Tara stayed farther back before the ambush began. The command vehicle carried high-powered communications equipment, and its energy and heat signatures were far too obvious for it to deliver the opening blow. Its weapons were also less reliable against anything larger than a medium tank.
It was the backup, the insurance, there to make a kill when the opportunity presented itself.
Sindula's Shield Defender II might have had a chance, but the Claw tank destroyer Kaul drove was the true killer of the group.
Fire once, penetrate, run.
That pattern had kept them alive and allowed them to destroy eight Ork vehicles.
Kaul watched the War Fortress steadily approach Sindula. He was nearly a kilometer from the scene, relying on infrared imaging and thermal signatures to track the battle.
The War Fortress was a glowing lump of iron, dragging a trail of burning wreckage from dead armored vehicles. The other surviving vehicle was scanning the area, turning its turret to cover the War Fortress's rear.
They were doing well, of course—without hesitation, without panic.
They had kept advancing after