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Fatuma was a little anxious, but years of training had allowed her to suppress it. She didn't have the qualifications to keep these Arabs, who were supposed to belong to her teammates, alive, because it was clear that they didn't have that kind of afterglow, or rather an advantage, to do so when faced with the three time travelers. The general's order was to bring back the ones alive, so naturally he had to bring back at least one intact.

But she did not have the confidence to confront the armored forces head-on. From birth, she was raised as a superinfantryman, not a superhuman, and her attacks were most effective against organic lifeforms. Although there was a time when the armor of the new material in the experiment was split by luck...... But that's just a fluke.

It's impossible to fight the armorers. So the only thing that can be done is, naturally, ...... Catch one before they get killed.

While this is a good idea, the reality is not always as people want. Because of the white dress that stood out against the yellow background of Jerusalem, her figure seemed to be spotted by the woman wearing a bow and wearing a strange dress. Seeing that the other party was about to raise his pistol to shoot and rush ahead of her, the FK86 in Fatuma's hand spat out blue flames, accompanied by a smell of ozone. She didn't have time to see if the shot had hit or not, she just rolled on the spot and ran as fast as she could - in two directions.

Spirit of the Prophet. None of the people around Fatoumah seemed to be able to explain what it was, and the teacher who taught her to control the comrade-in-arms who usually hid in the necklace said that it was formed by pumping out a part of Fatoumah's own soul, but this explanation was clearly upset by her maker, Dr. Allen. There have been countless disputes over this, and each time Fatumah could only stare blankly and then bow his head to harness the spirit of the prophet in the way the teacher had told. This was not an easy task, and it was successfully completed with the help of a craniotomy.

There is no doubt about the help of a doppelganger on the battlefield, let alone a clone that is almost immortal like a ghost. Seeing that the enemy was bewitched by this approach, Fatoumah stopped and turned to kill a rifle, but a machine gun fire from an unknown tank interrupted her counterattack, as if to declare that the prey was her own.

But the Spirit of the Prophet managed to wrap itself around the long-haired girl with blond hair among the three, and an attack that actually hit her in the abdomen made the girl uncomfortable, who didn't seem to be good at melee combat. Just as the Prophet's Spirit was about to pursue her, the green-haired girl came to the rescue. The T-720s were able to take advantage of the chaos, and before the results could be determined, the remaining seven tanks suddenly fired a salvo of fire, and the strange web of fire woven by the turning shells quickly swept over the positions of the four combatants.

The Spirit of the Prophet was fine, still in that airspace, but it seemed to be swept by the air waves, and the bow girl fell from the sky. Throwing a grenade at the moment, obscuring the firing horizon of the tank that was most likely to react the quickest with the sand from the explosion, Fatoumah rushed towards the crash point. There is no doubt that this is the best time to capture prisoners.

But unfortunately this operation had to be aborted again, this time not because of the T-720 tanks, but because of the sound of propellers in the ears. Looking up, Fatoumah spotted a Paladin gunship, turning its nose and heading in the other direction. The point is not here, the point is ...... An electric warfare pod suspended from its short wings.

The Spirit of the Prophet must be recovered! The electronic pod is so close to here!

As a comrade-in-arms with few shortcomings, the only flaw of the Prophet's Spirit is that it cannot survive the overly complex electromagnetic environment for too long, otherwise Fatoumah's body will suffer a severe headache. Pinching the necklace hanging around her neck, she closed her eyes and focused, almost obligatorily completing the recovery of the Prophet's Spirit, and then ...... Knocked down by a punch.

Rolling over almost as his back touched the ground, Fatuma took two steps back to stabilize his balance, lifted the FK86 in his hand, and raised the gun as the muzzle of the opponent's gun was pointed in this way.

"I don't think you want that to go on either." Seeing the situation, the bow girl said, "How about we drop the gun together and fight with our fists and kicks?" ”

"Negative. Fatoumah is not a fool and naturally does not make that stupid choice. ”

With that, she pulled the trigger directly.

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"Uncle, the wound is open?" After mastering the tail flicking technique through the accident last time, Ge Yiwei began to apply this maneuver to actual combat. Unfortunately, such a large amount of physical activity seems to have caused some adverse effects. Glancing at his left shoulder, which seemed to be leaking blood again, he bit his lower lip, "Settle the battle as fast as you can!" ”

The condition of the M4R5 is still the same, with red warnings taking up most of the screen, and after finally figuring out that the tank's energy system is having a problem (for which the T-720 that was almost chased behind was killed), Ge Yiwei found that the tank was estimated to only be in continuous operation for half an hour. Watching the Paladin gunship and the T-720 in hot pursuit, which were currently only using cannons for testing, move quickly on the radar screen, his sweat completely soaked his military uniform.

If I remember correctly, I should have learned about the anti-aircraft measures of the M4R5, which the Americans specially made in order to target the Z-50. But what's that......

Having the railgun send a shell again, deflecting to the left side of the T-720, Ge Yiwei once again used the tail flick technique to dodge the cannon's strafing fire. While theoretically it doesn't make sense to attack the top with a cannon, it's better not to take any too hard damage to this already scarred tank, or something might happen. Speaking of which, didn't the Americans equip this chivalrous tank with artillery-launched missiles?

Not really. These bunch of proud guys. Is the railgun amazing? Isn't it easy to maintain and simple to design? Why don't you say that the barrel life is still short? It's not difficult to design artillery missiles for railguns, why are you so lazy?

Regardless of the design purpose of the M4R5 and the strategic needs of the American army, Ge Yiwei blamed his anger on a tank design team far across the ocean. At this moment, Paladin, who was hovering in the air, seemed to have finally found the right time to attack, and suddenly lowered his head like an eagle about to hunt, but naturally it was not its fuselage that rushed down, but four anti-tank missiles hanging on its wings.

The shrill warning of being locked went off all at once, much louder than the alarm clock that woke people up in the morning. As soon as he closed his eyes, Ge Yiwei let the tank throw his ass over, leaving traces of lines on the ground like graffiti of a psycho patient, and then rushed towards him in an unknown direction at full speed. One missile was smashed to the ground by the laser close defense system, and the wreckage crackled and crackled, and the remaining three turned a corner and continued to follow the hapless tank.

"One more tail flick! If you do it three times, it's absolutely fine! ”

Calling out his thoughts to cheer himself up, Ge Yiwei suddenly received a reply, which was a voice coming from the tank's wireless communicator, an unusually mechanical female voice: "That's right, just do it, I will interfere." ”

This sentence sounds like some inferior phonetic system, but the meaning expressed is very clear. It didn't matter whether it was friend or foe who was delivering the message, Ge Yiwei immediately repeated his previous behavior. With the severe shaking of his body, the bleeding in his left arm seemed to be greater, but he did not feel any pain.

After all, they are all people who are at the moment of life and death, where will the brain care about any pain?

Tank flicked his tail beautifully again, and Ge Yiwei dared to say that the professional racers on the Formula 1 track weren't necessarily much better than him. Then, something miraculous happened: the missiles, which had been following the tank as if they had long eyes, suddenly went blind and rushed out in a straight line. Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, Ge Yiwei suddenly saw the two enemy icons flashing, which made him nervous again all of a sudden, and once again activated the big guy under his buttocks.

"Tell me, who are you? Or who sent it? Oh, God? If you come to the Buddha? Guanyin Bodhisattva? Allah? Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable? Great Leader Grandpa Mao? Alexander the Great? Ge Yiwei threw a series of questions at the guy on the other side of the walkie-talkie, "I can believe that you also want to get rid of these Arabs, right?" ”

"Not really, Time Traveler." The word-by-word voice made Ge Yiwei quite upset, but what made him startled was what the other party called him, "We want to take you back to the United States." There is something to ask. If you cooperate, we will help. ”

…… Well, I've worked with Europeans before. Although it was a shameful betrayal, and two years later China and the United States went to war in World War III...... But it's not impossible to work with them, is it?

"Keep me safe, rescue my companions who are being besieged by the T-720s, and I'm not going to be involved in anything I don't want to be involved in." Carefully leaving himself a way out where he could not betray the motherland again, Ge Yiwei suddenly bit his tongue because of the movement of the tank. Hurriedly slicing twice on his teeth to ease the pain, he continued, "Don't think you can force me. The interrogation tricks of China's special agencies will not be less than yours, I have survived, beware that I will become a mad dog after I commit Hagram mania, take my friends and kill you without leaving a piece of armor. ”

"Understood. We just want to know something. I don't know if it was Ge Yiwei's hard bones or his experience of being interrogated by the Chinese special agencies that won his favor, but this time it was a male voice who sounded like he had the power to decide, saying in a resolute and promising tone — but clearly dealt with, "We agreed to your request." ”

"Then let's fight honestly. What do I need to do? ”

"Raise the elevation angle of your railgun and take that gunship down."

"Are you crazy? How high can the elevation angle of a tank gun be? You're actually going to let me use it to take down a gunship? ”

"You don't seem to be familiar with Cowys," accompanied by the other party's words, Ge Yiwei finally thought of what he had learned about weapons before, "The maximum elevation angle of that railgun is ninety degrees, and it can be used as an anti-aircraft gun directly after reducing the power." Used against the communist army of the Z-50. ”

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Sure enough, what I saw just now was not wrong, it was the time traveler who entered the tank. Moreover, listening to the other party's words just now, it seems that he has accepted this title very naturally, and has been harshly subjected to the Communist Party**. All of this is a very favorable condition for us.

Hanging up the comms, looking at the M4R5 that quickly shook its barrel to meet Paladin, Ackerman nodded, thinking in a slightly biased direction. Now that the Israelis have abandoned this defensive position and retreated completely, only six men remained, including him and Sophia, to fight the remaining eight T-720s and one helicopter gunship. I have to say that even if many of them are not normal human beings, this is a rather desperate combat power ratio.

Despair is despair, anyway, I've seen battlefields that are more desperate than this. This situation may be easily resolved.

"Are you ready, Sophia?" Lifting the change of voice, Ackerman turned his gaze to his partner, and after seeing the other party nodding, he picked up the explosive bag that had just been placed at his feet, "I'll go and go back, wait for me." ”

Ackerman's plan was simple: let Sophia hack the T-720's radar, then carry the explosive bag herself, rush to the tank, lift the lid, and throw the explosive bag inside, simple, fast and efficient, and ensure that no one will survive. Running hard with his inorganic legs, he looked at the target that was gradually getting bigger in his field of vision, and suddenly accelerated the speed of the double ** replacement: the opponent's turret was turning. I'm so clever that I can be spotted without radar?

Turning faster than the turret was a thrilling competitive event, and Ackerman didn't want to know if his "steel body" would hold up after being shelled by a main battle tank. Disturbed by the straight path of the machine-gun's bursts, he struggled to make the fastest forward roll in history, successfully rolling under the barrel that had just turned to this side - the blind spot of the shot.

"I'm sorry," he said, jumping onto the tank with the lid open and speaking English to the terrified Arabs inside, "I won the death match." ”

Subsequently, the explosive pack was thrown directly into the commander's room, and the violent explosion directly lifted the entire turret into the sky. Clapping his hands and turning his head, Ackerman shrugged: "Who made you too slow?" This is our destiny. Have a good dream. ”

After saying this, which didn't make much sense, he turned his head and began to appreciate the battle between M4R5 and Paladin over there. It can be seen that the time travelers, who discovered the secret of the elevation angles of the railgun, quickly seized the initiative, but hitting the gunship in the sky was not an easy task. The battle between the two is like that of a bow hunter versus an eagle, and it is quite spectacle.

"Ah, good...... Fantastic picture. It's not very beautiful though. Saying something that even he didn't understand, Ackerman shook his head, "If you give me a canvas and a paintbrush to record this scene......

Strange, I'm not a painter, why do I have this strange idea? Inexplicably, it's time to go back, Sophia is waiting. The next step is to save the friends of the time travelers.

Throwing the strange thought out of his brain, Ackerman had just come back to his senses when a gift from an Arab pierced his lower abdomen, and the huge shock wave made him fly more than ten meters away in one go. A huge number of warning messages popped up in his mind, and before his consciousness fell into a coma due to the automatic protection of the system, Ackerman suddenly realized where the attack was coming from.

The Time Traveler had previously hit a T-720, but it only stopped and did not explode. That is, both the possibility of repair and the possibility of acting as a stationary turret exists......

In the image where he was still able to remember, a white light caused an explosion in the distance. Subsequently, everything turned to darkness.