After returning to the radar station, Lin Chi went up to the second floor to find an empty room, lay down on the broken wooden bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep in the game.

In fact, in an intracerebral imaging game, even if you don't sleep, it's not a big deal. Due to the different speed of time in the game from reality, some players will even forcibly maintain the sobriety of the in-game characters by taking doping in the real world.

However, for a lazy person like Lin Chi, adequate sleep is naturally indispensable.

Even if he found out where the "superweapon" was, he didn't set off immediately, but decisively chose to sleep first and wait until he recovered before making plans.

“……”

The Blood Blade, which arrived at the radar station after Lin Chi, was about to open the door, when he heard a rhythmic snoring sound from the house, so he could only turn around and look for other "bedrooms", and complained angrily by the way: "Did he take sleeping pills?" ”

"I don't know." The coach's flat voice came from behind her.

Bloodblade jerked his head back at the man with the mustache standing in the hallway, and said in a low voice, "I didn't speak to you...... By the way, you converted your stats back then, right? ”

"Maybe." The coach said casually, as if he was not interested in the topic.

"Don't think I'm stupid." Bloodblade stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and a grim smile appeared on his frozen pale face: "What did you do in the forest just now, I feel ......"

"We're teammates." The coach stared at the woman in front of him, looking like a "good old man".

"Not necessarily in the future." Bloody Blade rubbed his hands together and said meaningfully, "It would be interesting if I could kill someone like you." ”

Two players on the same team passed by as if they had a deep hatred, and each found a place to rest.

At this time, in the snow in front of the radar station, a captured thin man was standing in front of the microwave weapon launcher parked next to the radar, reaching out and stroking the cold shell on the side of the armored car.

The mass-produced T800, which stood behind him and was in charge of the surveillance work, did not say a word, standing behind the radio expert with an assault rifle on his shoulder, his eyes behind his sunglasses unblinking, and his angular face still showed no expression.

"Is this what the Americans say about high-power microwave generators, I really didn't expect to see them here!" A radio engineer named Haider danced excitedly, and he was about to express his emotions in a street dance.

It's not surprising that he's so excited. After all, high-power microwave weapons, which were very common in later generations, are still "god-level equipment" that will only appear in science fiction in this era.

Haider knows very well that what he is facing is likely to be the first microwave weapon to be put on the battlefield in human history!

"Can I take it apart and take a look?" Haider looked back at the T800 robot that had been silent, and said incoherently, "I...... This device is very good! ”

Looking at this person's excited appearance, T800 slowly spoke, and let out a slightly metallic voice: "You don't have permission. ”

"Can you get them to give me permission to transform, please!" Haider almost knelt down for the T800: "This equipment is a miracle in the history of human manufacturing!" ”

Hearing Haidel's words in an almost mad tone, T800 was about to answer when a dull rumbling sound suddenly sounded again in the distant mountains, like a small earthquake.

At the same time as the explosion sounded, the two people who remained in front of the microwave weapon launcher, as well as the Soviet airborne troops patrolling nearby, all looked at the location where the sound came from.

A thick cloud of black smoke slowly rose from the mountains in the distance. A second explosion followed, and another mushroom cloud rose not far away.

Seeing this scene, Crazy Ivan, who was still squatting on the roof of the radar station and doing nothing, suddenly opened his only remaining eye, and his old face showed a rare solemn expression, and he whispered to himself:

"Kirov airships of our army...... Crashed? ”

……

When the Soviet Air Force's giant airships, which were nearly 200 meters long, were shot down in the mountains, a large avalanche was triggered again.

The explosions caused by these big guys loaded with bombs when they hit the ground were almost as fast as small nuclear bombs, and the shock wave soared directly to a distance of two kilometers, shattering the windows of several nearby off-road vehicles.

However, while the fire-burning airship slowly fell, a large number of combat vehicles that had shot down three airships had already rushed outward as fast as possible along the mountain road, leaving the danger range of the explosion.

Despite the fact that three tanks were blown off a cliff by the blast wave of the explosion and fell directly into a large fireball, the remaining dozen or so tanks were out of danger and returned to the commander.

"Good."

The man standing in a clearing deep in the mountains looked with satisfaction at the multi-purpose infantry vehicles with small missile turrets and winter camouflage paint parked in front of him.

The man covered his face with a white mask, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, a blue velvet hat on his head, and an orange mountaineering suit that easily exposed his target, and was more like a mountaineer than a soldier.

Behind him, stood nearly a hundred American soldiers in snow camouflage combat uniforms.

Unlike the red-eyed remnants that Lin Chi encountered, these soldiers were very calm, standing in place in silence, like a cold soldier sculpture, quite a bit of "elite soldiers" style.

Seeing that the soldiers who shot down the airship had returned, the commander cleared his throat, strode to the center of the clearing, and began to make his pre-battle speech in an impassioned voice:

"Soldiers, the Soviet Red Army is now killing our compatriots. I could see that there was some kind of powerful force behind them, which caused the remnants of the defeated army to suddenly recover their spirits and turn into murderous mad dogs. ”

Speaking of this, the commander suddenly raised his voice: "But now, here we are!" Let those Soviet conscripts who can be hired for only a hundred dollars, and who are not even able to hold an AK, see the power of American GIs! Kill them all and avenge our comrades! ”

The soldiers did not speak, but responded to the commander's call with a neat loading and loading motion.

"The Soviet soldiers in this area have been cleared, repaired here, and we will leave in two hours!" The commander said as he walked into the west side of the clearing, into the tent that had been set up long ago.

After listening to the commander's speech, the energetic American GIs also began to quickly set up camp in this open space.

Of course, they didn't hear a smug voice in the commander's tent:

"Americans are so foolish."