War Paradise

Seeing that five more comrades were killed, the enraged American soldiers carefully inspected the ruins of the military factory and tried to find clues left by the enemy. The result was still nothing. They only found the broadsword mine after the explosion. A few pieces of plastic left.

The curved plastic shell of the M18A1 "Broad Sword" mine is naturally familiar to American soldiers. So here comes the question-

"How can the enemy have our equipment?"

Seeing the fragments left by the mines, several soldiers were lost in thought. Five seconds later, a look of fear suddenly appeared on their sharp, tough faces:

——Those weird enemies are not like ordinary soldiers, shouldn't they be the legendary elite Soviet paratroopers?

As a special unit of the Soviet Union, the Soviet airborne troops are not subordinate to the army, navy and air force, but are directly under the command of the Supreme Commander, which is tantamount to an independent unit.

These paratroopers are known for their superior individual combat capabilities and their paratrooper chariots that land with people. In this era, the US military simply does not have a chariot that can follow the paratroopers in the air. If fighting broke out between the airborne troops on both sides, the US military could only end up being completely crushed.

In fact, even if there is no paratrooper chariot, the elite Soviet airborne troops are still extremely terrifying.

Most of the elite of the paratroopers came from the cossacks with sturdy folk style, which can be described as the fighting nation among the fighting nations. These people are fascinating, their marksmanship is extremely accurate, and their ability to survive in the wild is superb. Because of the powerful combat effectiveness, the American soldiers have even been given the synonym of "Red Reaper"!

If those guys are paratroopers, it is not difficult to explain why they are so strong.

After all, every time the U.S. military encounters a Soviet paratrooper, it will be beaten down. Even if it can win, it will pay a painful price...

Thinking of this, several soldiers looked at each other and immediately returned to the tank parked outside to report their speculation.

——In fact, their "big army" is also composed of several armies that were broken up in battle, and it is basically no different from a miscellaneous army.

In the eyes of these soldiers, the Soviet airborne troops are undoubtedly very tough opponents, and they must be more cautious. However, the commander who had been in the tank obviously did not agree with them:

"There are only three people. What are you afraid of? We have cleaned up the neighborhood, and it is impossible for Soviets to come." The commander's voice was full of impatientness.

"But..." A soldier still wanted to speak.

"Okay." The commander coldly interrupted his line, using the speaker installed on the tank turret to give instructions to the surrounding soldiers:

"gather!"

The American soldiers who had been searching nearby immediately gathered in the open space in the center of this area, standing neatly in front of the tank, with their waists straight.

Seeing that all his subordinates have assembled on standby, the commander sitting in the tank, protruding his upper body from the entrance on the turret, revealing a wrinkled face and a Cuban cigar in his mouth that I don’t know where he got it from. :

"Damn the Soviets, they intend to continue plotting against us. They should have set a trap here and wait for us to get the bait."

The old commander touched the brim of the beret on his head and continued to speak: "Now leave this place immediately. We don't need to continue to sacrifice the lives of our companions for the three Soviets. All you have to do is to save your own lives. , Live to the day of decisive battle with the Soviet Union!"

Although his speech sounded impassioned, the U.S. soldiers obviously didn't buy it. There was a whispering voice in the crowd. The soldiers' faces turned blue from the cold also showed an angry look:

"They killed a lot of us! Is it just that?"

A bearded soldier came forward, patted his muscular chest, and roared: "Are you a man? Are you a spy sent by the Soviet Union?"

As soon as this was said, the cigar at the corner of the commander's mouth slowly slipped down. Although the other soldiers did not express their own ideas, just by looking at their expressions, you knew that they were clearly on the side of the bearded soldier.

"I'm doing this for everyone's lives, do you want to resist?" the commander angered.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not your subordinate, Daddy belongs to the Marine Corps!" The bearded soldier roared and clenched his fists: "Army crap, Daddy doesn't To put in one’s eyes at all!"

Looking at the chaotic situation at the scene, the two Asian soldiers standing at the end of the crowd pressed the brim of the beret on their heads lower...

"According to the situation." Lin Chi whispered, and the coach nodded to express his understanding.

Lin Chi was still worried about whether the enemy would discover the true identity of Own. He did not expect that these guys broke out in strife, which just provided an excellent opportunity for the two men to get into the US military.

However, things are obviously not that simple.

"Did you feel it?" Lin Chi narrowed his eyes and looked at a small hill behind.

The bird flocks behind the hill suddenly all rushed into the sky, but the American soldiers who were arguing obviously did not notice the strangeness in the rear and continued to fight.

Realizing that someone was coming, Lin Chi and the coach looked at each other, and the two quietly moved to the west corner, leaving the middle position.

Ten seconds later, a Daoist shadow suddenly flashed from the top of the mountain behind, carrying a long bar of weapons on his shoulders, and only heard the barbaric roar rushing into the sky, the loudness even overwhelmed the quarreling voice of American soldiers:

"R——P——G!"

With this roar, a rocket flew over with white smoke, and it accurately hit the turret of an M60A3 tank behind. The tank suddenly turned into a burning fireball, and the scattered metal fragments looked like thousands of sharp blades. Instantly knocked over a dozen soldiers who were too late to fall to the ground!

When he heard that voice, Lin Chi knew it must be a player. After all, NPCs in the game would not shout such slogans when attacking.

Only players who are "RPG members" can make such a sound...

A rocket blew the horn of the charge, and dozens of Daoist shadows suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain behind. The all-colored AK-47 in his hand was shot at the US army below.

"Turn the American emperor, for the Soviet mother! Ullah!" A wild roar erupted from the hillside.

The Soviet soldiers who emerged from nowhere directly caught the U.S. army by surprise, but Lin Chihe, who was in the U.S. camp, did not take advantage of this opportunity to escape. Instead, he fell down and aimed his gun at the Soviet Union on the hill soldier.

——Kill the player!

Mindful of this, the two Soviet paratroopers who entered the U.S. army also had a tacit understanding, as if they had defied directly, and started firing at the "comrades" on the hillside.

The coach's marksmanship was still extremely precise, and he directly shot and killed three enemies.

Taking advantage of the weakening of the enemy's firepower, the American troops below the hillside finally dispersed, began to look for bunkers, and fought a positional battle with the Soviet soldiers above.

As the war broke out here, a certain murderer hiding in the snowdrift suddenly sneezed:

"what happened?"

Hearing the gunshots erupting nearby, Bloodblade stood up confusedly, poked half of his head from behind the tree, and looked in the direction where the gunshots came from.

Seeing the murderous scene of the rain of bullets and flesh and blood, the scarred face of the blood blade suddenly changed into an expression of excitement.

"Wait... how can there be less daddy in this situation?"

She raised the corners of her mouth, raised her hand to pat the snowflakes hanging on her hair, pulled out her saber, and sneaked towards the battlefield with a cat waist.

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