Seeing that five more comrades-in-arms were killed, the enraged American soldiers carefully inspected the ruins of the military factory, trying to find clues left by the enemy inside, but still found nothing, only a few pieces of plastic left by the explosion of the broadsword mine.

For the curved plastic shell of the M18A1 "Broadsword" mine, the American soldiers are naturally very familiar with it. So here comes the question -

"How can the enemy have our equipment?"

Seeing the fragments left behind by the mines, several soldiers fell into deep thought. Five seconds later, a look of fear suddenly appeared on their angular tough guy faces:

- Those strange enemies don't look like ordinary soldiers, they can't be the legendary elite Soviet airborne troops, right?

As a special branch of the Soviet Union, the Soviet Airborne Forces are not subordinate to the army, navy, and air force, but are directly commanded by the supreme commander-in-chief, which is equivalent to an independent branch of the armed forces.

These airborne troops are known for their superior individual combat capabilities, as well as their paratrooper combat vehicles that land with people - in this era, the US military simply did not have a combat vehicle that could follow the paratroopers. If a battle breaks out between the airborne troops on both sides, the US side can only end up being completely crushed.

In fact, even without paratrooper combat vehicles, the elite airborne forces of the Soviet Union are still extremely terrifying.

Most of the elite of the airborne troops come from the Cossacks with strong folk customs, which can be described as a fighting nation among fighting nations. These people are elusive, their marksmanship is extremely accurate, and their ability to survive in the wild is superb. Because of his strong combat effectiveness, he was even given the nickname of "Red Death" in the mouths of American soldiers!

If those guys are airborne troops, it is not difficult to explain why they are so tough.

After all, every time the U.S. military encounters the Soviet Airborne Forces, it will be beaten to the ground, and even if it can win, it will pay a heavy price......

Thinking of this, several soldiers looked at each other, and immediately returned to the tank parked outside, and reported their speculation.

- In fact, their "big army" is also composed of several armies that were scattered in battle, and it is basically no different from a ragtag army.

In the eyes of these soldiers, the Soviet Airborne Forces were undoubtedly a formidable opponent and had to be more cautious. However, the commander who remained in the tank clearly did not agree with them:

"It's just three people, what are you afraid of? We've cleaned up the neighborhood, and there's no way the Soviets will come. The commander's voice was full of impatience.

"But......" one soldier tried to speak.

"Alright." The commander coldly interrupted his lines and gave instructions to the surrounding soldiers with a loudspeaker mounted on the tank turret:

"Assemble!"

The U.S. soldiers, who had been searching nearby, immediately gathered in the open space in the center of the area, standing neatly in front of the tanks, their waists straight.

Seeing that his subordinates were already on standby, the commander sitting in the tank leaned out of the entrance and exit of the turret with his upper body, revealing a wrinkled face and a Cuban cigar in his mouth, which he got from nowhere:

"Damn the Soviets, they are going to continue plotting against us, they must have set a trap here, waiting for us to take the bait."

The old commander touched the brim of the beret on his head as he spoke, and continued: "Evacuate here now, we don't need to continue to sacrifice the lives of our comrades for the sake of three Soviets." What you have to do is to save your life and live until the day of the decisive battle with the Soviet Union! ”

Although his speech sounded impassioned, the American soldiers obviously did not buy it, and a whisper suddenly sounded in the crowd, and the soldiers' faces were a little blue from the cold, and they all showed angry looks:

"They killed quite a few of us! Is that all? ”

A soldier with a beard stepped forward, patted his muscular chest, and roared, "Are you a man or not?" It can't be a spy sent by the Soviet Union, right? ”

As soon as these words came out, the cigar on the corner of the commander's mouth slowly slid down, although the other soldiers did not clearly express their thoughts, but just by looking at their expressions, it was clear that they were on the side of the bearded soldiers.

"I'm here for everyone's lives, do you want to disobey?" The Commander said angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not your subordinate in the first place, Lao Tzu is a marine!" The bearded soldier roared and clenched his fists: "The army's miscellaneous pieces, Lao Tzu doesn't care about them at all!" ”

Looking at the chaotic situation at the scene, the two Asian soldiers standing at the back of the crowd pressed the brim of their berets lower......

"Act on the opportunist." Lin Chi whispered, and the coach nodded to show understanding.

Lin Chi was still worried about whether the enemy would find out his true identity, but he didn't expect that these guys broke out into infighting, which just provided an excellent opportunity for the two of them to blend in with the US army.

However, it is clear that it will not be that simple.

"Do you feel it?" Lin Chi narrowed his eyes and looked at a small hill behind him.

The flock of birds behind the hill suddenly rushed into the sky, but the American soldiers who were arguing obviously did not notice the strangeness in the rear and continued to fight among themselves.

Realizing that someone was coming, Lin Chi and the coach glanced at each other, and the two quietly moved to the corner on the west side, leaving the position in the middle.

Ten seconds later, a figure suddenly flashed on the top of the mountain behind, carrying a long weapon on his shoulder, only to hear the savage roar soaring into the sky, and the volume was even louder than the sound of the American soldiers arguing:

“R——P——G！”

With this roar, a rocket flew over with white smoke, accurately hitting the turret of an M60A3 tank in the rear, and the tank suddenly turned into a large burning fireball, scattered metal fragments like thousands of sharp blades, instantly knocking over more than a dozen soldiers who had no time to lie down around them to the ground!

When he heard that voice, Lin Chi knew that this must be a player, after all, the NPCs in the game would not shout this kind of slogan when attacking.

The only players who can make this kind of sound are those who are members of the RPG Cult......

A rocket blew the horn of the charge, and dozens of figures suddenly appeared on the hill behind them, using the AK-47 in their hands to strafe the US troops below.

"the American imperialists, for the sake of the Soviet mother! Ulla! A rough roar erupted from the hillside.

The Soviet soldiers who came out of nowhere directly caught the US troops by surprise, but Lin Chi and the coach, who were mixed in the US military camp, did not take this opportunity to escape, but immediately lay down and raised their guns to aim at the Soviet soldiers on the hill.

- Kill the player!

Thinking of this, the two Soviet airborne soldiers who had infiltrated the US army also had a tacit understanding, as if they had directly defected, and began to fire at the "compatriots" on the hillside.

The instructor's marksmanship was still extremely accurate, and he shot three enemies directly.

Taking advantage of the weakening of the enemy's firepower, the American troops below the hillside finally dispersed, began to look for cover, and engaged in positional battles with the Soviet soldiers above.

While a big battle broke out here, a certain murderer hiding in a snowdrift suddenly sneezed:

"What's going on?"

Noticing the gunfire that erupted nearby, Bloodblade stood up in confusion and poked his head out from behind the tree to look in the direction from which the gunshots had come from.

When he saw the murderous picture of bullets and blood flying, the scarred face of the blood blade suddenly changed to an excited expression.

"Wait...... How can this kind of occasion be without Lao Tzu? ”

She raised the corners of her mouth, raised her hand to pat the snowflakes hanging from her hair, pulled out her saber, and sneaked towards the battlefield with her waist sloppy.