Unless your armor thickness reaches 3000mm RHA, you'll be blown away by a direct hit, turning into a corpse wherever you stand.
A direct collision results in the turret being blasted off as the metallic jet turns the crew inside into charred remnants.
This multi-million-dollar tank becomes a living coffin for the crew.
But Red Barrel and his group didn't fare much better either, the intense shock from artillery fire almost scrambled the brains of the three-member crew. After regaining their senses and confirming they weren't knocked offline, Red Barrel first cheered then noticed the repair screen's glaring red tracks.
"The tracks are broken, damn it, hurry and replace them!"
Big Ass slapped his forehead and shouted fuzzily,
"Replace what, we're too deep in, the engineers are way too far from us."
At 120KM per hour, even if the engineering team grew extra legs, they couldn't catch up.
"Then we'll replace it ourselves, I remember there's a spare track in the rear compartment."
