Anton gave the first order.
"Big Rhino. Northern parking rows. First concentration."
"I got you."
The Vanguard's turret adjusted several degrees.
Its main gun fired.
The blast struck Hans's SUV like a physical shove.
A shell crossed the avenue and landed between two rows of abandoned vehicles.
The parking lot disappeared behind dust, fire, and fragments of metal.
Cars lifted from the pavement. Windows and any remaining glass burst across the surrounding storefronts.
The infected nearest the impact vanished. Others were thrown across the parking lanes or buried beneath overturned vehicles.
Before the smoke cleared, Big Rhino's coaxial machine gun opened fire.
Rounds cut through the infected moving around the edge of the blast.
The commander's heavy machine gun followed.
Its deeper fire struck the western side of the parking lot, tearing into the groups crowding near the first bank and the shaded commercial entrance.
"Bastions, engage," Anton ordered.
