War Paradise

"Hahahahaha!"

Hoarse laughter came from the speakers next to the cockpit of the Sickle Mecha. The Soviet soldiers raised the AK-47 and fired continuously at the cockpit glass of this war machine, but there was no effect at all.

Although the outer armor of this military machine cannot be compared with a tank, it cannot be penetrated by a rifle alone. After all, the Sickle Mech, which is only equipped with three machine guns, was of course not designed to deal with tanks and airplanes.

—— Its only function on the battlefield is to quickly kill the enemy's infantry!

Under the astonishing gaze of the Soviet soldiers, the deterrent "spider" once again rose into the air just by looking at the appearance. While landing, he nailed the body of a soldier to the snow, and was punched out of a big hole. In the chest cavity, the broken internal organs slowly slipped out...

"Damn it."

Realizing that they were facing an unstoppable enemy, the Soviet soldiers decisively chose to retreat.

They don't know the origin of the woman in the uniform of the paratrooper. The only thing they can be sure of is that this person is even more skilled than the professional pilots in the Soviet army with the technology of driving the Sickle Mech!

Because their way was blocked by this "big killer", they couldn't reach another mecha that hadn't activated. Although they were reluctant, they could only run away aggrieved.

Unfortunately, driving the blood blade of the Sickle Mecha didn't mean to let them escape at all.

"Hey, what is the ability of the fighting nation?"

There was a harsh sarcasm from the speaker of the Sickle Mecha, and the muzzle of the heavy machine gun directly below the cockpit burst out again with deadly tongues of flame!

The burning whip swept across, and the four soldiers in military coats were swept upright, their bodies split from their waists, their upper bodies were blasted and flew backwards, but their legs were still standing in the snow. , Looks extremely weird.

At this time, the American soldiers who had been passively beaten below finally made their way to the hillside.

But before they even stood firm, seven people were bombarded with flesh and blood by heavy machine guns, and the mutilated bodies rolled down the hillside again.

Until then, the Soviet soldiers who thought they were "traitors" finally realized that it was not a traitor at all that was riding in that sickle mech, but a complete lunatic!

——The woman was not a spy sent by the American emperor, she just wanted to kill someone!

Realizing this, the remaining Soviet soldiers also accelerated their pace, intending to leave this chaotic battlefield.

However, the Sickle Mecha does not leave them a chance to escape——

Bang bang bang!

After a frantic burst of fire, the Soviet soldiers and the U.S. forces behind were killed and injured. When a large number of soldiers fell like leeks, a three-line kill prompt popped out:

The player "RedSun" was killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

Player "Xiaotai" was killed by player "Blood Blade"!

The player "Rising Boar" was killed by the player "Blood Blade"!

Seeing these three lines of information, Lin Chi and the coach, who had seen the bad news before wisely hiding behind the crowd, glanced at each other, and suddenly another line of information popped up in the line of sight:

The squad "Dark Wanderers" has been annihilated.

"Does the team still have a name?" Lin Chi frowned and asked the coach beside him: "Do you know what our team is called?"

"I don't know." The coach shook his head, leaning against the foxhole on the hillside, avoiding the bullet rain that swept across the top.

"Unfortunately, the female Martial Sage died too early." Lin Chi smiled.

Before the words were over, a few more American corpses rolled down the hillside. Lin Chi was surprised to find that the M60A3 tank under the hillside turned around and fled.

Seeing this scene, even the coach, who has been reticent, couldn't help but complain: "Is this really good?"

While they were talking, they saw several American soldiers and Soviet soldiers rushing down from the front. Faced with the madly slaughtered Sickle Mecha, these foes, who had not shared the sky a minute ago, formed a temporary alliance and laid down their blood and deep hatred. Ran away together...

Before Lin Chi had time to complain, he saw a "mechanical spider" chasing him, put down the gun and raised his hands, and put on a standard surrender posture unscrupulously, shouting: "Don't shoot, you!"

"..."

The weird-looking war machine rushed to the two of them and stopped, and a hoarse voice of blood blade came from the speakers:

"What are you doing? Why don't you help me?"

"In this posture just now, do you think we can still live if we go up?" Lin Chi smiled, stood up and patted the dirt on his body, and asked, "What is this?"

"Scythe walking mecha, there is another one over there, don't you come to play?" The bloodblade's voice sounded very excited: "This thing is so cool to kill people!"

"I can see it." Lin Chi glanced down at the blood-stained front legs of the Sickle Mecha.

Looking at the tragic state of the corpses on the hillside, nearly fifty people died under the attack of the sickle mecha just now. This kind of rough military machine kills people at an extraordinary speed.

Lin Chi and the coach walked quickly up the hillside, passing through the still smoking killing field, towards another sickle mecha lying on the snow. The posture of this thing when it is not working, there is even an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

Opening the cockpit door, he turned around and asked the coach beside him: "Are you coming or me?"

"I'm lazy." The coach shook his head.

Hearing this, Lin Chi directly got into the cockpit and activated this dangerous military machine.

Like tanks and armored vehicles, the control mode inside the Sickle Mecha is also very simple, and Lin Chi quickly mastered the driving method.

——The joystick in front of the cockpit is used to control the direction. The foot pedal is used to accelerate, brake and jump. As for the firing button of the machine gun, it is directly installed on the top of the joystick.

In Lin Chi's opinion, the operation difficulty of this thing is as low as a kart, and even elementary school students can easily use it.

He was about to manipulate the machine to stand up when he saw that the instructor had climbed onto the shell of his sickle mecha, sat in the machine gun position on the left, and started to operate the machine gun on the left side of the fuselage.

This Soviet-made war machine is equipped with three machine guns, which are operated by three gunmen, including the pilot. The firepower range of these three machine guns can cover almost all positions on the front of the Sickle Mecha. It's a pity that the female Martial Sage died too early, otherwise she could sit on it and maximize the firepower of this war machine.

"Where to kill people?" The voice of the blood blade came from the sickle mecha next to him: "This thing is so handsome! Wouldn't it be a pity not to kill a few people?"

"I think it's better to get a map of this area first." Lin Chi turned on the speaker and replied.

Although this killing machine was accidentally snatched, it was still too reluctant to fight without a map.

Moreover, it is now more important to find a "safe house" or the like that can accommodate three people to hide. After all, on this icy and snowy battlefield, energy consumption is much greater than that of ordinary maps, and more rest is needed to maintain the state.

"Safe house." The coach also reminded.

"Well, listen to you."

As if already satisfied after the massacre just now, Bloodblade did not raise any objections this time, but followed the Sickle Mech driven by Lin Chi and walked down the hillside.

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