War Paradise

After half an hour, a simple open-air camp was set up in the depths of the dense forest.

A small fire pile built of stones and branches burned in the forest clearing, crackling from time to time.

The murderer was covered with wounds. At this time, he fell asleep wrapped in a few military coats that had been taken from the soldiers’ bodies. His body was transformed into a zongzi shape, with only a face with a little fat baby exposed and scattered on the snow. Long hair.

The Terminator T800 under the coach's side closed his eyes on the tree trunk, as if temporarily entering a standby state. Even Crazy Yiwen, who has always been active, lay on the ground not far from the fire, sleeping Zhengxiang.

Although it is the coach who is in charge of vigilance at present, it is extremely rare that Lin Chi did not fall asleep, but squinted his eyes and cast a meaningful look at the man sitting by the fire.

"Go to sleep." The coach reminded, with snowflakes hanging on the moustache at the corner of his mouth: "It's your turn to be on guard immediately."

"I am very interested in you." Lin Chi went straight to the topic.

——He originally wanted to investigate the details of the female Martial Sage and Bloodblade, but later discovered that the "coach" is the most enigmatic character in this team. This person has an "amiable" appearance at all times. He looks like a good old man without threats, but he will explode with incredible superpowers when fighting.

But in Lin Chi's view, the coach's attitude towards this team is more weird than his identity:

"Are you here to watch the excitement?" Lin Chi stared at the man next to the fire intently: "I noticed your little movements."

The occasional smile this person showed did not escape Lin Chi's eyes. The coach seems to remain a spectator, observing their every move.

"No." The coach shook his head.

"Then what are you thinking?" Lin Chi said the key point: "To be honest, teammates like you can't be trusted at all. I'm afraid it is more difficult to form a team than Blood Blade?"

——Bloodblade is cruel, but it is actually the kind of guy who understands very well. All she does is just to kill better when killing people. In contrast, the coach's teammates who can't figure it out are more alarming.

"Maybe." The coach nodded.

"As your teammates have already begun to beware of you, don't you plan to say it?" Lin Chi raised his eyebrows.

"Next time." A kind smile appeared on the coach's face.

"Well, whatever you want."

Seeing that the other party didn't mean to "confess honestly" at all, Lin Chi didn't bother to keep asking. After all, this guy is his own teammate, not an enemy, and he can't directly interrogate that one. and……

He was already exhausted, wrapped in a few military coats and lay on the snow, with a furry military cap on his pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.

...

While they were resting, the tragic battle was still going on on this island inside the Arctic Circle.

Even if the remaining soldiers are only remnants and defeated generals, the combat effectiveness of these soldiers is still far superior to those recruits who have never set foot on the real battlefield. After all, they have already experienced the real "The Underworld" and have a new perspective on life and death. and……

The red-eyed NPC soldiers on the island naturally did not notice that some uninvited guests joined the battle midway.

Although the number of these "soldiers" who joined the battle was small, their combat effectiveness was extremely strong, which almost instantly changed the situation of the battle.

As for why this is said, just look at the fighting that is erupting in the mountainous area in the center of the island:

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A group of U.S. soldiers who were still murderous before, are now fleeing as if they have lost their souls, avoiding the big killer that is killing their comrades.

A large tank with five red stars sprayed on the outer shell swept across the battlefield. The thick tracks rolled the corpses of American soldiers into the snow. On the turret above the chassis, there were not ordinary tank guns installed, but two guns. Only the metal probes side by side are surrounded by dense metal coils.

A silver electric light flashed on the coil, igniting the nearby air. With a harsh crackling sound, an American soldier who was scurrying about twenty meters away with his head was blasted by the arc emitted by the coil.

This poor man didn't even have time to let out a scream, the military uniform, skin, muscles, internal organs, and bones on his body had been completely reduced to ashes in the dazzling electric light!

When the pale light extinguished, the soldier had no bones left, only a little gray "dust" dissipated in the cold wind, indicating the complete disappearance of this person.

While continuing to pursue and kill the remnants of the American army, a wild male voice was heard in the arc-fired tank: "For the Soviet mother!"

"This product is too entertaining..." A "Soviet soldier" standing not far from the tank sighed helplessly, avoiding the shooting range of the magnetic storm coil.

This black-haired and black-eyed young man, even though he wears snow camouflage uniforms like other soldiers, his weapon is not a common Soviet equipment, but an Austrian-produced AUG-A2 assault rifle with camouflage on the gun. The pattern is also jungle painting, which looks extraordinarily unconventional.

"I said, should I keep alive?" He asked another soldier standing by and watching the battle: "What kind of large weapons might the U.S. military have? Wouldn't it be developed if we grab it."

"Follow him, how many can be killed?" Another man next to him said: "Whether the tank is still usable now, wouldn't it be a loss if I didn't kill more?"

At this time, the magnetic tank they found in an abandoned tank factory was being driven by the captain to kill. The three mass-produced T800 entourages under the trio are also cleaning up the remaining US troops around the battlefield.

This unfair battle is almost over. The rest of the US troops are also NPCs, and they should all be handled easily.

As long as this army is dealt with, they can obtain the remaining resources and equipment of the US military stationed here, which will undoubtedly be of great help to the next battle.

Thinking of this, the young man was about to speak when he was shocked by the air wave on his face.

He fell heavily on the snow and slid back four or five meters. The shocked player slowly raised his head, but saw that the magnetic tank, which was still killing, has turned into burning scrap iron. , Thick black smoke rose from the twisted wreckage.

"this……"

He didn't react for a while, and two lines of kill prompts appeared in his sight:

The player "I feel bad" was killed by the player "Wandering Soul"!

The player "Elder" was killed by the player "Wandering Soul"!

"I rely on..."

Realizing that the two teammates of own were completely out of help, the young man stood up and turned his head and ran, but unfortunately before he could run two steps, a big hole was punched in his chest, he fell heavily to the ground, his body turned into fragments and dissipated in the air. middle.

The player "Eat Banana" was killed by the player "Wandering Soul"!

The team "just play around" has been annihilated.

After confirming the kill prompt, a Daoist shadow suddenly stood up on the snow two hundred meters away. The guy was draped in a white camouflage net, his face was tightly covered by a brown knitted mask, and only a pair of godless green eyes were exposed.

Obviously, this person is the "Wandering Soul" who just completed the three kills.

The wandering soul drew out his saber and carved three marks on the body of the M24 sniper rifle in his hand. He stretched out his hand and stroked the nicked gun body, his eyes curved dangerously.

——This gun has three more "sacrifices."

What's strange is that even though it was on the battlefield of the squad's Death competition, this guy still remained alone, let alone a player teammate, and didn't even bring an NPC entourage.

"..."

The wandering soul turned and left without saying a word, leaving a string of footprints on the snow, and the distant figure was like a lonely ghost.

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