Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter Sixty-Two The Legendary God of War, Victor Resenov [Subscribe!] 】！！

Price and the others hurried to Pripya’s side.

But they can only land more than a thousand kilometers away.

141 has allies with The Bear and has had some previous cooperation.

But even so, the bear would not let 141 fly a plane full of killers to a place like Chebernoli.

Therefore, Price could only pin all his hopes on Nikolai.

Nikolais this side.

He was so busy that he was drinking wine in the tavern and bragging about it, when he was urged to get up and save people.

Originally, he wanted to complain, but as soon as he heard that he was going to save SC Johnson, Nikolai shut up.

Last time, he did not take him away successfully, and Nikolai himself was very sorry.

Hit Hatcher, take a sip of vodka, and Nikolai smashed his mouth.

“Price, I’m off with a couple of good brothers.”

“Uh… Three, no, arrive in about two hours and forty minutes. ”

“But be honest.”

“That place is very dangerous, the large airports that can be used are basically high-risk radiation areas, and I can’t land at all.”

“Besides, that place is… Small rebel territory, they don’t buy my face. ”

“What’s up?”

Nikolai was a top flyer.

According to him, there is no plane in the world that he can’t fly.

Even if he had an engine tied to a brick, he could fly.

He even blew on the cowhide, saying he had once driven an An-225 white swan for ten minutes.

All in all, the Nikolai plane did a good job.

But tactically, he is much inferior.

Otherwise, he would not have been thrown into his grandmother’s house on that occasion and captured alive at Yan mantuo Mountain.

Ask price, the old man told him to wait, he first looked at the map to find a way.

“The Fulton recycling system can’t be used, the place is basically flat terrain, there are no hills.”

“Besides, there is too much radiation in the air there, and the plane can’t fly too low, otherwise it will be affected by electromagnetics.”

Gates looked at the surface map and analyzed it, and then took another radiation table to compare.

“This place is like a… Uh, bake in a pan over a fire. ”

“The water on the pan is roasted according to a certain law… You know what I mean? ”

Soap shook his head, “Just say, can you parachute?” ”

Gates: “Of course not, in the air you will eat a stomach radiation, and before it lands, you will be poisoned.” ”

“The safest way is to wear lead-clad protective clothing like the last time we went to the capital city to pry tanks.”

“However, if you wear that thing, you won’t be able to run, and the enemy will use us as targets.”

“And it’s slow, it’s very slow.”

Soap Gates and the two men followed the map to find the best place to land.

Price frowned, wondering how old Wheat Had gotten in there.

He was taught by old Mai Tou, and the two used the same brain.

He could be mixed in with an old man in his sixties, and there must be an optimal line.

Right now.

A voice came from Nikolai’s side.

“Hmm… You young people, you like to play with these bells and whistles that are useless. ”

“Nikolai, can you use that little bird plane in your rear cabin?”

Hearing this, Price motioned for Soap Gates to shut up.

Listening to this voice, Price seemed to feel very familiar.

“Who’s talking?”

he asked.

Nikolai coughed softly, seemingly embarrassed: “Uh…”

Before he could finish speaking, a voice from the other end tugged at the microphone line: “My name is Ryzenov.” ”

“Victor Resenov.”

“John Price, lad, your father fought with me before.”

Hear the slightly hoarse voice on the other side.

Price’s face was green, and a mouthful of spit grabbed his throat and coughed for half a day.

He was also almost sixty years old, and he was still called a young man?

However, two seconds later, he suddenly remembered who dared to say this about him.

“Ryzenov?”

“Victor Rezenov!?”

Price was in disbelief, a pair of small eyes narrowed, shocked to look at the two Gates in the unknown: “Okay, you go back, just save someone, what a big deal.” ”

“I want to meet that boy, his life, daddy, I’ll save him.”

After saying that, the end of the communication machine snapped and interrupted the conversation.

Listening to the dripping sound on the intercom, Gates asked Price, “Resenov, who is he?” ”

Price held his breath, his face was red, and he couldn’t speak for half a day: “He’s almost ninety years old this year…”

Legendary Veteran.

Victor Ryzenov.

Price and McMillan were just lads in his eyes.

The record that SC Johnson used to brag about it was just a child’s home in his eyes.

Starlinge, Olympus, Boleyn…

This old man fought through the entire Second World War.

His medal grabbed the pound, fifteen dollars a wholesale sale.

The record on the body, the entire 141 more than a hundred people may not be able to compare.

“Who the man who survived the worst meat grinder of World War II, guess who he is?”

Nikolais this side.

He was a little remorseful that he shouldn’t have brought this bunch of old guys with him.

He shouldn’t even have fun in that tavern today!

He was drinking heavily with a beer in his arms.

After drinking enough, Nikolai began to brag.

The focus was to brag about how he used aerobatic technology to save Price and others at an altitude of ten meters close to the ground.

It was just that he was very sorry that he had missed one of the best comrades-in-arms, and the old men were very curious, so they asked who he had left behind.

Nikolai was dumbfounded, and he thought SC Johnson must be dead.

Sadly on the head, he blew a little fiercely, and said that Sc johnson was a superman who was not afraid of death.

The old men survived world war II, and there were many dead people, so they liked this kind of person who would rather block the life of their comrades-in-arms.

Just then, Price’s call came.

When the old men heard this, they were immediately excited.

Shouting Ulla, he tugged at Nikolai’s neck collar and headed straight for the airport.

Then, now.

Nikolai listened to a group of old men in the cabin behind him who added up to nearly five hundred years old, carrying Bobosha and singing, and his intestines were cleared.

The most common phrase this group of gods of war says every day is: “How can I not die yet?” ”

So I want to know, take them to war… How desperate that is…

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