Half an hour later, a rudimentary open-air camp was set up deep in the forest.

A small fire made of stones and branches burned in the glade, crackling from time to time.

The wounded murderer was now asleep wrapped in a few military coats that had been ripped from the soldier's corpse, and his body had turned into the shape of a rice dumpling, revealing only his face with a little baby fat and his long hair scattered in the snow.

The Terminator T800 under the command of the coach leaned against the trunk of a tree next to him with his eyes closed, as if he had temporarily entered a standby state. Even the crazy Ivan, who has always been active, is sleeping on the ground not far from the fire.

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

"Go to sleep." The coach reminded that there were still snowflakes on the mustache at the corner of his mouth: "It's your turn to be vigilant soon." ”

"I'm interested in you." Lin Chi went straight to the point.

- He originally wanted to investigate the details of the Valkyrie and the Bloody Blade, but later found out that the "coach" was the most mysterious figure in this team. This person is "amiable" at all times, looking like a good old man who is not a threat, but when fighting, he will burst out with incredible super powers.

But in Lin Chi's opinion, the coach's attitude towards this team is even more eccentric than his identity:

"You're here to see the fun?" Lin Chi stared at the man next to the fire: "I noticed your little movements." ”

The occasional smile of this person did not escape Lin Chi's eyes. The coach seemed to be a spectator all the time, observing the two of them's every move.

"Not really." The coach shook his head.

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

- The Blood Blade is certainly ferocious, but it's actually the kind of guy who understands it very well, and everything she does is just to kill more when she kills. In contrast, the coach's inscrutable teammates are more alarming.

"Maybe." The coach nodded.

"Aren't you going to say it when your teammates are already on the lookout for you?" Lin Chi raised his eyebrows.

"Next time." The coach had a kind smile on his face.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Seeing that the other party didn't mean to "explain honestly" at all, Lin Chi didn't bother to continue asking, after all, this guy was his teammate and not an enemy, and he couldn't be tortured directly. And......

He was already exhausted, wrapped in a few military coats and lay down on the snow, pillow with a fluffy military hat, and fell asleep almost instantly.

……

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

Even if the rest are only remnants of the defeated army, the combat effectiveness of these soldiers is still far greater than that of those recruits who have never set foot on a real battlefield, after all, they have already experienced real "hell" and have a new perspective on life and death. And......

The red-eyed NPC soldiers on the island naturally didn't notice that some uninvited guests joined the battle halfway.

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

As for why, just look at the fighting that is raging in the mountainous area in the middle of the island:

"Ahh

A group of American soldiers who were murderous before, now scattered and fled as if they had lost their souls, dodging the big killer that was slaughtering their comrades.

Large tanks sprayed with red stars on their shells swept across the battlefield, thick tracks crushed the corpses of American soldiers into the snow, and the turret above the chassis was not an ordinary tank gun, but two metal probes side by side, surrounded by dense metal coils.

A silver electric light lit up on the coil, igniting the air nearby, and with a piercing crackling sound, an American soldier who was scurrying around twenty meters away was hit by the arc of electricity released by the coil.

Before the poor man could even let out a scream, the uniform, skin, muscles, internal organs, and bones on his body had been completely reduced to ashes in the dazzling lightning!

When the white light was extinguished, the soldier's bones were long gone, and only a little gray "dust" dissipated in the cold wind, indicating that the person had completely disappeared.

While continuing to chase and kill the remnants of the American army, a wild male voice came from the tank that was firing an arc: "For the Soviet mother!" ”

"This thing is too dramatic......" A "Soviet soldier" standing not far from the tank sighed helplessly and avoided the firing range of the magnetic storm coil.

This young man with black hair and black eyes, although he was wearing a snow camouflage combat uniform like other soldiers, the weapon in his hand was not the common equipment of the Soviet army, but an AUG-A2 assault rifle made in Austria, and the camouflage pattern on the gun body was also jungle painted, which looked particularly inconsistent.

"I said, should I keep a mouth alive?" He asked another soldier who was standing by watching the battle: "What kind of large weapons might the US military have, and if we grab them, wouldn't it be developed?" ”

"Whatever, how many can you kill." Another man next to him said: "While the tank is still usable, wouldn't it be a loss to kill a few more?" ”

At this time, the magnetic tank they found in an abandoned tank factory is being driven by the captain. The three mass-produced T800 retinues under the command of the three are also clearing the remnants of the US military around the battlefield.

This unfair battle is almost over. The rest of the U.S. troops are also NPCs, so they should all be easy to deal with.

As long as this army is disposed of, they can obtain the remaining resources and equipment of the American troops stationed here, which will undoubtedly be of great help in the next battle.

Thinking of this, the young man was about to speak, when he was shaken away by the wave of air rushing towards his face.

Falling heavily on the snow and sliding backwards for another four or five meters, the player who was a little stunned slowly raised his head, only to see that the magnetic energy tank that was still killing just now had turned into burning scrap metal, and thick black smoke came out of the twisted wreckage.

"This ......"

Before he could react for a while, two lines of kill prompts immediately appeared in his sight:

The player "I'm Feeling Bad" was killed by the player "Spirit"!

Player "Elder" is killed by player "Spirit"!

"I rely on ......"

Realizing that his two teammates were completely helpless, the young man stood up and turned his head and ran, but unfortunately before he could take two steps, a large hole was cut in his chest, and he fell to the ground heavily, and his body dissipated into pieces.

The player "loves bananas" and is killed by the player "Wanderer"!

The squad "just for fun" has been annihilated.

After confirming the kill prompt, a figure suddenly stood on the snow two hundred meters away. The guy was covered in a white camouflage net, and his face was covered with a brown knitted mask, revealing only a pair of godless green eyes.

Obviously, this person is the "geist" who has just completed the three kills.

The geist drew his saber and carved three marks on the body of the M24 sniper rifle in his hand, reaching out and stroking the body full of nicks, his eyes bent in a dangerous arc.

- Three more "sacrifices" to this gun.

Strangely, despite being on the battlefield of Squad Deathmatch, this guy remains alone, let alone a player teammate, and doesn't even have an NPC retinue with him.

“……”

Without saying a word, the geist turned away, leaving a trail of footprints on the snow, and the figure in the distance was like a lonely ghost.