War Paradise

The cold wind from the west side of the island set off a sky full of snow and wind. A team of six trudged through the icy wind, and then set down a large tent in a clearing next to the dense forest.

Although they knew that this place was not safe, they had just killed a lot of Soviet soldiers, and they had encountered a violent cold wind. They were almost exhausted by this time.

Under bad conditions, they can only choose to camp temporarily, take a rest and then make plans.

Of the six people sitting in the tent, three of them looked exactly the same. They all kept their flat heads and wearing sunglasses. Although they were put on snow camouflage uniforms, all three of them were obviously mass-produced T800 Terminators.

As for the other three, they are naturally players.

"Is it said that the good weather will not have much effect on the player?" one of the thin and tall men said impatiently, his face turned blue from the cold with a slightly irritable look.

The shorter man next to him shook his head, and the two looked at the strong man sitting on the other side of the tent: "Pharaoh, explain?"

"Huh?" The man who was nearly two meters tall turned his head, a confused expression appeared on the square face, and asked in a loud voice, "What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you say that the weather in the game has no effect on the player?" the short man asked angrily.

"No, it's an exception this time." The strong man said loudly, taking out a FAL rifle from his backpack and holding it in his arms.

If Lin Chi was present, he would immediately recognize that this person was the "Overlord" who had fought with him in the Institution City. After all, it is actually not common to set the own character to be such a strong player in the game.

As a veteran player, he has never won in the Death competition mode. This time he also brought two friends from the real world into the game, planning to train their technology, and later in the team Death competition. Win the championship.

But now it seems that these two people are not very reliable...

And in this game, own lucky value is really low.

Overlord’s random character this time has an initial strength value of 18 points, agility also has 17 points, and his endurance has reached as much as 20. But the lucky value of only 7 points makes him painful.

Although many people think that the attribute of luck is useless, according to Bawang’s game experience, if this attribute is too low, you will really encounter a lot of bad luck...

When Ba Wang was worrying, he heard the thin and tall man asking: "Pharaoh, is the main content of this game about war?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" The Overlord looked down at the man who was much shorter than himself after sitting down.

"It's okay, just ask." The lanky man smiled: "I think you seem to be quite powerful. If it weren't for you just now, we must have died there."

"what."

Speaking of the battle, the Overlord suddenly became interested, and smiled boldly: "The kind just now was a small mess. I have participated in a larger scale. You have never seen it..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of machine gun shooting, mixed into the tent in the roar of the cold wind.

"Um?"

The three of them glanced at each other and immediately ordered the three Terminators sitting next to silently to take up their weapons. The Overlord opened the zipper on the tent door and showed his head to check the situation outside:

The first thing that catches the eye is the two strangely shaped shadows looming in the wind and snow, which look a bit like mechanical spiders. While running wildly to the west, they sprayed long tongues of fire on their bodies, obviously firing backwards.

——What are they fighting?

The Overlord cast his gaze on the snowfield on the east side, and then suddenly his eyes widened.

"Fuck, this scale..."

Countless four-legged robots chased after the two "spiders" that ran forward. On the body of dozens of robots, the "eye" that was shining strangely red suddenly turned to where the Overlord was. Then he ran towards the tent.

"Kill them!"

Before the overlord's voice was over, the tent that had just been erected was overwhelmed by a wave of terrorist robots.

...

The player "Overlord" has died!

The player "play two games at random" has died!

The player "Hold Lao Wang's thigh" has died!

The team "Overlord Juding" has been annihilated.

Seeing a few lines of prompts that popped up in his eyes, Lin Chi smiled: "I seem to have met an old friend."

This time, the "Overlord" had already died in the hands of the terrorist robot before he had time to fight himself, but the sacrifice of that guy dragged some of the terrorist robots back, and it could be regarded as providing some help for himself.

Mindful of this, Lin Chi also temporarily stopped shooting, watching the red barrel of the machine gun, white smoke in the cold wind.

If the shooting continues, this machine gun may be scrapped. Noting that the barrel was overheated, Bloodblade and the instructor stopped firing, and continued to drive the Sickle Mech to the west of the island.

"Why do our army's robots attack us?" Crazy Ivan's voice was full of depression: "These bastards have rebelled against the revolution!"

"You seem to be familiar with this kind of robot, can you introduce it?" Lin Chi asked.

Crazy Ivan’s voice was quickly heard through the speaker next to the machine gun base: “That’s the Soviet Auto Robot One! It’s also the one I’m more familiar with. Later, it seems that a new model was produced with the Sickle Mech. It’s said to be better than this. The kind is much more advanced..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just focus." Bloodblade urged.

"Okay." Crazy Evan had a good temper, and continued to explain: "This kind of robot kills infantry very quickly. It is basically one at a time to slash the American emperor, but it cannot be launched, and there is no paralyzed electromagnetic beam installed in the new version. Otherwise, We are already dead!"

"That's good." Lin Chi breathed a sigh of relief. If this kind of robot can swim, they really don't want to live.

While talking, the Sickle Mecha was already close to the coastline, and everyone turned their eyes to the beach ahead, and their hearts suddenly became cold:

The imaginary sea did not appear, replaced by smooth and thick ice. It seems that the extremely cold climate in the Arctic Circle has directly frozen the nearby seas.

"That's bad." The coach's voice was still calm.

At this time, the number of scary robots chasing after them is a little less, but even so, it can't be dealt with by two sickle mechas alone.

Everyone knows that once they are overtaken by that army, they will be torn to pieces in an instant!

"Damn, I can only fight..."

Just when the sickle mecha driven by the bloodblade began to slow down, ready to smash the can, and fight to the death with the terrorist robot. The seemingly firm ice layer on the sea suddenly trembled with the buzzing sound.

"what happened?"

Lin Chi cast his confused eyes to the ice layer ahead, and then witnessed an astonishing scene.

Click!

A huge black shadow suddenly appeared under the ice layer. The original solid ice surface quickly shattered, and a giant nuclear submarine broke out of the ice. The round black shell was painted with a red pattern of sickles and hammers.

What followed was an impassioned male voice from the submarine:

"The tank factory is completely out of control, protect our comrades!"

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