War Paradise

"Miller, cover the flanks."

"receive."

A young man in a green camouflage uniform walked towards the woodland on the right hand side with a cat waist. His face was painted with black and green paint. On the M1 Garand rifle in his hand, hung a simple camouflage net made of vines.

The air on Guadalcanal is extremely hot, and the stench of rotting plants makes everyone almost unable to open their eyes. Wherever they can be seen, trees and vines with unknown names are everywhere.

A few brightly colored yellow poisonous snakes slipped through the dirt beside the grass, and five American soldiers cautiously advanced along the edge of the woodland, for fear of alarming the Japanese soldiers who did not know where they were hiding.

On this Pacific island, the brutal death fight has been going on for two months.

The American soldiers who thought they could quickly annihilate the Japanese army and attack the enemy's homeland had no idea that they would be dragged into such a quagmire.

What they did not expect was that the enemy soldiers on the island were not only the Japanese...

The loud noise from the M1 Garland rifle fired shocked the soldiers who were advancing. The five remaining on the side raised their rifles at the same time and aimed at the direction from which the gunfire came.

"Miller, what's the matter?"

The captain shouted tentatively, but the soldier who entered the forest just now did not respond.

Realizing that his comrade-in-arms might be in danger, the captain raised his left hand and waved downwards. The five soldiers bent down and walked sneakily towards the position where they fired.

Then, they heard unfamiliar gunfire.

The sound was like a chainsaw being activated, or dozens of pieces of cloth being torn apart at the same time. The five soldiers lay down subconsciously, but the bullets fired at high speed had already shattered their helmets, blasting their upper bodies into rottenness in an instant. Meat.

Along with the loud noise in the forest, the frightened birds flew up from the dense forest, and the sky was covered with darkness.

"Huh...huh..."

The boy who had lost his left arm was panting. The MG42 machine gun mounted in front of his body had a puff of white smoke from the muzzle.

In World War II, which suddenly entered from the battlefield of World War I, the Terminator's head was a bit dazed.

However, the self-consciousness that has long been suppressed completely ignores the strong sense of discomfort. At this time, the Terminator has only one thought left: killing.

"..."

On the blood-stained face, the scarlet eyes and mouth were particularly eye-catching. The Terminator stood up and looked around and took off the MP40 submachine gun behind him.

He didn't know why he appeared on the battlefield of the Pacific War, but he was holding a German-made weapon in his hand. The current Terminator also doesn't bother to think about this kind of boring question, just looking around for the trace of the enemy.

"revenge."

The Terminator with a horror mask on his face kept repeating the word, like a broken repeater.

At this time, his every move was under the surveillance of the "enemy".

Lin Chi, lurking in the bushes, witnessed the tragic death of five American soldiers from a distance. Hearing the voice of MG42, he naturally knew exactly who killed the five soldiers.

——Using guns that shouldn't be here, it must be the Terminator who "traversed" with him. If nothing happens, this duel should end here.

Lin Chi looked at the Mosin Nagan rifle "brought" in his hand from World War I, moved his body slightly, extended the muzzle from the bushes, and aimed it at the narrow path ahead.

With the development of human science and technology, the weapons used by people in this era are more than one grade stronger than ancient weapons. As long as you can shoot the Terminator, the duel will be the winner.

--Come out.

Lin Chi prayed secretly in his heart, lurking motionless in the bushes. The wound on his chest seemed to have insects squirming, and waves of itching and pain stimulated the nerves.

Although the "immortal body" is obtained, the pain and discomfort caused by the injury will not disappear. Lin Chi knew that his broken body was almost reaching its limit.

There were rustling footsteps in the woods, Lin Chi lifted a leaf blocking his eyes, his right eye protruded from the bush, and he stared at the path in front of him.

The bloodthirsty insect bit the wound on his left chest, making Lin Chi's body a little stiff, and his movements were a little slower than before. He blinked, and then heard a painful howl in front of him:

"Oh ah ah!"

The Terminator's voice erupted from the forest, as if suffering intense pain, and his voice was broken.

Although it wasn't an "S", the only thing Lin Chi wanted to do now was to make the Terminator suffer more intense pain.

——The Terminator’s injuries are not light, as long as he makes up for a fatal blow here, that guy may be able to recover his sanity from the pain.

After all, pain is the best way to sober up.

The one-armed short figure staggered out of the forest, holding a green viper in his right hand. The Terminator threw the snake on the ground, then stepped on the body of the snake, drew out a saber and nailed the snake's head in. In the mud.

Listening to the non-stop swearing words from the opponent, Lin Chi raised the muzzle of his gun, and after aiming it slightly, he decisively squeezed the trigger.

clang!

On the battlefield twenty years ago, one after another gunshots sounded in the rainforest of Guadalcanal. The Terminator who was shot in the waist brought a bloody flower from the wound, and fell to the ground without a word.

Pulling the bolt out of the cartridge case, and making two more shots at the Terminator's head, Lin Chi said in a low voice, seeing that the opponent's body stopped moving, "Is it the winner?"

"Well done, worthy of being an agent in my fancy!"

The excitement of the observer shook the entire rainforest, and a large number of seabirds in the distance also flew up: "Death messenger, your men are dead! The battle between us—"

"it's not finished yet."

The Death messenger's voice was extremely low, as if coming from the abyss: "Your agent also defeated me through battle, which further illustrates the necessity of revenge..."

"Did you see that if you want to resolve the dispute, there is no other way than war and massacre. There is nothing wrong with my choice. The one who chose to escape is wrong."

"Ha!" The observer laughed: "I just don't want these disputes to continue. And... I found something more fun!"

Upon hearing this, and recalling the lines the observer had said before, Lin Chi immediately understood what the "more fun thing" in his mouth was:

"Explore the universe?" Lin Chi asked.

"Yes!" The observer's tone kept fluctuating, as if he was in madness: "In addition to the desire to kill and conquer, another human instinct is a strong desire to explore!"

"You are completely crazy..." The Death messenger sighed.

"This is not crazy, but a better choice!"

The voice of the observer echoed over the battlefield: "Since you despise humans, why should you choose the same way as humans? Come with me, take a human spacecraft to the Xinghai, let their plan of'cultivating war AI' go bankrupt, It's the best way to get revenge!"

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