War Paradise

After dragging the two corpses out of the tank and throwing them into the snow, Lin Chi and his coach got on the tank from the US army and began to study the operation method of the tank.

Like other vehicles in the game, the operation method of the light prismatic tank has also been simplified a lot. The two soon discovered that many dashboards and screens inside the tank's cockpit were nothing more than furnishings.

The only ones that are really used to control this tank are the operating levers, accelerators and brakes used by the driver. The panoramic observation device and laser cannon console used by the gunner, as well as the forward-looking infrared system that all members of the vehicle can use.

The interior of the tank's cockpit was lit with faint blue lights, casting cold beams of light on the metal equipment. As a professional player, Lin Chihe, coach, mastered the operation method of this chariot in less than two minutes.

Since the Light Prism tank could not move at all at present, Lin Chi also planned to get off the car first to see if the track could be repaired.

Just when he was about to turn around, he saw a few pulsating lights flashing on the screen of the front-viewing infrared system.

If it is the first time to play a war game, you may not know what the signal means, but Lin Chi and a player of the level of the coach will naturally recognize what it is at a glance:

"Friends recognize the signal?" Lin Chi raised his eyebrows: "This is interesting..."

Those places where the light shines are out of the range of the light rim tank. Since the tank could not move, the two of them could not remind the Soviet soldiers who were still lurking there. They could only stay inside the tank and align the square mirror of the prism mounted on the chassis to the friendly identification signal. Direction.

"This is the new weapon of the U.S. Emperor?"

Crazy Ivan, who was almost scorched by a large jammer just now, finally entered the interior of the light-ribbed tank, curiously looking at the electronic equipment in the cockpit, looking excited like a navigator who discovered the new world: "This thing is exploding. It must be cool..."

When the two men who had controlled the light ridge tank were preparing to attack, the few Soviet soldiers who were still lurking 500 meters away did not notice the danger of approaching from the rear, but continued to lie on the spot, waiting like a dead man. I don't know when the timing of the attack occurred.

Because the distance was too far, these soldiers didn't know what happened just now. They only saw the three men throw out smoke grenades and rushed over, and then the light beam tank opened fire again.

"How are they?" a soldier asked in a low voice.

"do not know."

As soon as the soldier next to him spoke, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the shadow around him, and the cold wind blowing from behind seemed to weaken a little.

"This is……"

Realizing that the situation is not good, the soldier just grabbed ownAK, and there was a scorching pain in his wrist.

A silver light flashed, and his right hand left his body directly. The poor Soviet soldier didn't even have time to scream. The throat had been cut by the extremely sharp fighting saber, and he could only make a hissing sound like a bellows.

While his throat was cut, the other four Soviet soldiers next to him were quickly executed within two seconds.

When the five weird soldiers in white clothes and gas masks put away their sabers and stood up, they didn't even splash a drop of blood on their bodies, and they didn't look like they had just killed someone.

These ghostly soldiers, like the invisible god of death, took five lives in an instant!

"Cleared." A faint voice came from a soldier's throat: "Action."

Following his order, two Daoist shadows suddenly stood up in the seemingly unmanned snowfield behind him. The seven soldiers lowered their bodies and quickly moved to the direction where the light ridge tank was located.

This fascinating squad is exactly what Philip called the "force search team"!

——As an elite reconnaissance unit in the United States Marine Corps, a member of the Marine Corps Force Search Team (US.MC-ForceRecon), he can be regarded as the strongest soldier sent by the US military to this battlefield.

Like the legendary Soviet elite paratroopers, the US Army’s armed search teams only exist in various rumors, making the enemy fearful. It is said that none of the Soviet soldiers who have seen them can go back alive.

When the soldiers of the armed search team saw the distress signal sent by the light beam tank, they also quickly resolved the Soviet soldiers who were fighting with them and came to this area to carry out rescue operations.

Judging from the situation on this battlefield, the light rim tank should not have been occupied by the enemy. But even so, these elite soldiers did not relax their vigilance at all, and the entire squad quickly dispersed into a fan shape, outflanking the tank from seven directions.

"Beta, please answer."

An armed search team soldier opened the throat microphone and tried to contact the soldier in the tank: "Beta, are you there?"

The answer to him was a cold silence.

"..."

Finding that the other party did not reply, the seven soldiers of the armed search team suddenly stopped, turned around and left like a ghost in the snow within five seconds, and disappeared into the ridge tank along with the friendly identification signal on their bodies. Inside the screen.

"What are these people, they are very keen..." Lin Chi sighed.

He thought he could kill one or two people somehow, but he didn't expect the enemy to be very savvy. Before entering the shooting angle of the light ridge tank, he had already noticed that the situation was not right. And decisively chose to give up rescue and retreat as quickly as possible.

"They are strong." The coach nodded in agreement.

Even if he didn't see what the enemy looked like at all, Lin Chi could tell that those keen and cold-blooded guys could be regarded as powerful enemies in this game!

However, since those guys have escaped, it is time to see if they can repair the tank.

After waiting for a long time, confirming that the enemy had not sent a sniper, Lin Chi finally sneaked out of the hatch and crouched in front of the track on the left side of the tank.

Looking at the entire falling steel track and the two road wheels that were thrown into shape, he muttered a little depressed: "Is there a problem with the head of the US military engineer?"

There is no doubt that if there is no professional repair technician, this tank cannot be reborn.

Those keen enemies just now may be staring at them not far away. It should not be too late. If you want to escape, now is your last chance.

Mindful of this, Lin Chi called the crazy Yiwen who had just stepped out of the tank and asked, "Can you remove the turret from the car?"

"Of course!" Crazy Ivan laughed grandiosely, as if in a good mood: "But I don't know if I can use it after it is removed!"

"Then I beg you." Lin Chi stretched out his hand and patted this "revolutionary compatriot" on the shoulder.

Under the gaze of the two players, Crazy Ivan took out a large portable circular saw from his backpack, and started to cut the mirrored turret of the rimmed tank with a sharp disc that turned wildly.

"What does he have in his backpack?" Even the coach couldn't help asking.

"I don't know either." Lin Chi smiled: "You can buy a copy of "Unsolved Mysteries of the World", there may be an answer to this question."

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