After dragging the two corpses in the tank out 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 of the Prism Tank has been simplified considerably. The two soon discovered that many of the dashboards and screens inside the cockpit were nothing more than decorations.

The only things that were really used to control the vehicle were the levers, accelerator and brakes used by the driver. The gunner's panoramic viewing device and laser cannon console, as well as a forward-looking infrared system that can be used by all members of the vehicle.

The interior of the vehicle's cockpit glows with a faint blue light, casting an icy beam of light on the metal equipment. As a professional player, Lin Chi and Coach only took less than two minutes to master the operation method of this chariot.

Since the Prism tank can't move at all at the moment, Lin Chi also plans to get out of the car first to see if he can repair the tracks.

Just as he was about to turn around, he saw several flashes of light flashing from the screen of the forward-looking infrared system.

If it's the first time to play a war game, you may not know what that signal means, but players of Lin Chi and Coach's level naturally recognize what it is at a glance:

"Friendly identification signals?" Lin Chi raised his eyebrows: "It's interesting now......"

Where those rays lit up, outside the range of the prism tank. Since the tank could not move, the two of them had no way to alert the Soviet soldiers who were still lurking there, so they could only stay inside the tank and aim the square mirror of the prism mounted on the chassis in the direction of the friendly identification signal.

"This is the new weapon of US imperialism?"

Crazy Ivan, who was almost scorched by a large jamming bomb just now, finally entered the interior of the Prism tank at this time, and looked curiously at the electronic equipment inside the cockpit, looking excited like a navigator who had discovered a new world: "This thing must be very cool to blow up......

When the two men who controlled the Prism tank were preparing to attack, several Soviet soldiers who were still lurking 500 meters away did not notice the danger approaching from the rear, and just continued to lie on the spot, waiting like dead men for an attack that would appear at some point.

Due to the distance, the soldiers had no idea what had just happened, only to see the three men throw smoke grenades and rush over, and then the prism tank opened fire again.

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

"I don't know."

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

"It's ......"

Realizing that something was wrong, the soldier had just grabbed his AK when a burning pain came from his wrist.

A flash of silver light flashed, and his right hand left his body directly, and the poor Soviet soldier didn't even have time to scream, his throat had been severed by the sharp fighting saber, and he could only hiss like a bellows.

At the same time as his throat was cut, the other four Soviet soldiers next to him were also neatly executed within two seconds.

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

These ghostly soldiers, like invisible deaths, took five lives in an instant!

"Cleared." A faint voice came from the throat of a soldier: "Action." ”

With his order, two more figures suddenly stood up in the seemingly unoccupied snow behind him. The seven soldiers lowered their bodies and quickly moved towards the direction where the prism tank was.

This elusive squad is what Philip called the "Armed Search Team"!

As an elite reconnaissance unit in the U.S. Marine Corps, the Marine Corps ForceRecon is arguably the toughest soldier the U.S. military has sent to the battlefield.

Like the legendary elite Soviet airborne troops, the U.S. military's armed search team only exists in various rumors, making the enemy fearful. It is said that none of the Soviet soldiers who saw them made it back alive.

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

Judging from the situation on this battlefield, the Prism tank should not have been captured by the enemy. But even so, these elite soldiers did not let their guard down at all, and the whole squad quickly dispersed into a fan shape, outflanking the tank from seven directions.

"Beta, please answer."

A Armed Search Team soldier opened his throat microphone and tried to contact the soldier in the tank: "Beta, are you there?" ”

There was a cold silence in his answer.

“……”

Finding that the other party did not reply, the seven soldiers of the armed search team suddenly stopped, turned around and left without saying a word, and melted into the snow in five seconds like ghosts, along with the friendly identification signals on their bodies, and disappeared into the screen inside the prism tank.

"What are these people, they're quite keen......" Lin Chi sighed.

He thought he would be able to kill one or two people, but he didn't expect the enemy to be very shrewd, and before he entered the angle of fire of the Prism tank, he already sensed that something was wrong. And decisively chose to give up the rescue and retreat as quickly as possible.

"They're strong." The coach nodded in agreement.

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

However, now that those guys have escaped, it's time to see if they can repair the tank.

After waiting for a long time and confirming that the enemy did not send snipers, Lin Chi finally sneaked out of the hatch and squatted in front of the track on the left side of the tank.

Looking at the entire steel track that had fallen, as well as the two load-bearing wheels that had been deformed, he muttered a little depressedly: "Is there something wrong with the head of the American engineer?" ”

There is no doubt that without a professional repair technician, this tank would not have been able to get back to life.

Those keen enemies just now may be eyeing not far away, and without further ado, if they want to escape, now is the last chance.

Thinking of this, Lin Chi called Crazy Ivan, who had just stepped off the tank, over and asked, "Can you remove the turret from the car?" ”

"Absolutely!" Crazy Ivan laughed heroically, as if he was in a good mood: "But I don't know if it can be used after dismantling!" ”

"Then please." Lin Chi stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of this "revolutionary compatriot".

Under the watchful eyes of the two players, Mad Ivan pulls out a large hand-held circular saw from his backpack and begins to slice through the mirrored turret of the Prism Tank with a spinning sharp disc.

"What's in his backpack?" Even the coach couldn't help but ask.

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