Rumble!

Blazing white energy as dazzling as lightning poured down on the "tank-class" soldiers in Allied uniforms.

The latter's shoulder was as if it had been hit by a cannonball, tearing off a large piece of flesh, and Bai Sensen's bone stubble was exposed, which was particularly terrifying.

However, this "tank-class" Allied soldier did not fall, but instead rushed towards the enemy like a brute bull.

Boom!

The two figures rolled together and scuffled with each other.

Compared with the "tank class" of the Third Reich, the Allied soldiers were more rough and thick-skinned and could withstand the output of the other side.

He hugged the enemy's waist hard, and his companion rushed up, firmly stuck his neck, and twisted it hard!

As if picking fruit from a tree, the fragile neck bone was directly twisted, and blood bubbled out like a fountain.

The sturdy body fell to the ground with a "bang".

The fierce battle began five minutes ago.

The three-man battle group of Sieglinde and the six-man Allied soldiers met on the street where they had to reach the Arc de Triomphe.

The expected encounter broke out directly!

On the Allied side, the direction of reinforcement is the hoplites.

Focus on transforming the flesh and strengthening defenses.

Correspondingly, the means of energy attack are weakened, and the lethality is reduced.

The "tank-class" soldiers made by the Third Reich were more comprehensive.

They have more time to master their abilities, and their overall combat power is higher than that of the Allied side.

That's why Luke arranged a team of six people and tried to avoid fighting alone.

Thundered!

A huge explosion sounded!

Seeing that his compatriots were killed, the two remaining "tank-class" soldiers joined forces to make waves, and the dazzling light enveloped the entire street.

The strong air flow is like a whirlwind that blows down the street lamps on the side of the street.

The terrifying energy was like an overwhelming torrent of lightning, pouring out in an instant!

The Allied soldier who had just broken the enemy's neck was covered in a moment before he could dodge.

No matter how rough his skin and thick flesh are, and his defensive power is amazing, he can't stop this fierce attack.

In an instant, the whole person was stripped of skin and flesh by the high temperature, leaving only a charred skeleton.

"Retreat!"

The leader of the six-person squad hurriedly dodged backwards to avoid being affected.

Their advantage is their numbers, as well as their defense, and they are able to fight attrition against the "tank class" of the Third Reich.

Once you fall into the unfavorable situation of energy against bombardment, you must retreat in time - this is Luke's plan.

In his original words, it is "no need to talk about any rules to deal with the Na Purists, everyone can go together."

It's just that when the situation is not good, you must also know how to retreat strategically, and you can't charge brainlessly.

"I'm here to help!"

Before the Allied team, which had lost one person, could exit the street, a tall figure in the uniform of the Star-Spangled Banner.

"Follow me!"

Rogers strode forward with his vibranium shield like a Spartan warrior guarding Hot Springs.

The staggering light of disillusionment poured down on the circular shield like a tidal wave, but did not do the slightest damage.

"Luke is right, as long as I raise my shield, the enemy's attack will be focused on one point, and there will be no more attacks on my other vital points."

Rogers forcibly broke through the combined force of the two "tank-level" soldiers, and one phase rushed forward.

The metal shield arcs from bottom to top, like a powerful downpercut, knocking the enemy in front of you away.

Immediately afterward, Rogers received a dragon strike and kicked the German soldier before he could react.

The other's abdomen contracted, bent into a lobster, and his body rolled and smashed into the glass window by the side of the street.

"Don't disperse, go to the next street and join the others!"

Easily take out the two enemies, Rogers said, turning around.

The tactics they adopted were to form an encirclement in groups of six and advance towards the Arc de Triomphe.

The Allied soldiers nodded and withdrew out of the street in an orderly manner.

"Another enemy is coming."

Someone reminded.

Not far away, three figures in German uniforms quickly arrived.

"I can handle it!"

Rogers grinned, his right hand clenching the vibranium shield.

In his eyes, there was a burst of fiery energy.

……

……

"I don't know what's going on with Steve, but don't just bump into Siegrind, that German isn't a character to mess with."

As Luke walked down the wide street leading to Starplaza, he wanted to see how strong a "battleship-class" soldier could be.

He did not team up with other Allied soldiers, and traveled alone.

Captain America, the only one who can stand up to Sieglinde, roams around as an assault and takes out those "tank-class" German soldiers to form a complete encirclement.

According to the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps, Paris only has a "battleship class" of Siegrind, and if it is surrounded by numerical superiority, plus Rogers may be able to get rid of the other side - this is the plan of the Allied command.

In their eyes, Luke is more of a conductor.

Defeating a "battleship class" head-on, it doesn't feel very realistic.

"Huh? Came to me on your own initiative. ”

Suddenly, Luke stopped, a fierce intent rising in his eyes.

He heard a powerful heartbeat, like a drum.

"Siegrind?"

At the end of the street, a vigorous figure appeared under the night sky.

The ironed and well-fitting German uniform outlines the exaggerated lines of a woman.

The blonde braids are windless and automatic, as if free from gravity.

"Superman of the Allies?"

Sieglind's voice was slightly hoarse, and his sharp gaze pierced Luke, as if to see through the man.

"I thought you should be a little older, not like a Boy Scout."

"There's a guy named Julian, who said something similar to you, and then— he's dead."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled, and he didn't have the slightest nervous gesture like facing a great enemy.

From Siegrinde, he felt a vigorous and powerful life force, like a blazing fireball, releasing an astonishing light.

It's a worthy opponent!

"To be clear in advance, I'm definitely not a rude and reckless man who likes to do things to women, but you don't have to pay so much attention on the battlefield, right?"

Luke walked slowly and forcefully with each step, as if he were gathering strength.

The solid ground quivered slightly, cracking like a spider's web.

"I just hope you don't cry like a woman then, Brigadier General."

Siegrind's eyes were slightly hot, and a blazing white light filled them.

Ball-like clouds of energy erupted and blasted straight at Luke as he walked towards her.

The latter did not choose a hard block and dodged the attack sideways.

Terrifying energy poured down through the streets, forming an explosive wave of air that turned into a blazing night wind.

"It's almost the lethality of a rocket, and it can't cause fatal damage to me."

Luke made a rough judgment, and his thoughts moved slightly, covering his skin.

Immediately, he stepped heavily and slammed into Sieglinde, whose skills were cool.

The astonishing speed made the dark red cloak hunt rattle and turn into an afterimage.

Luke clenched his right hand into a fist, his muscles twisting together with a subtle cracking sound.

A heavy fist big enough to pierce the tank, aimed at Sieglind's pretty face, and smashed mercilessly!

"The power is great! I love muscular! ”

Siegrind caught Luke's movements, and instead of opting for a one-sided defense like Julian of the "tank class", she opened her palms and clenched the heavy fists that had fallen.

Boom!

It's like the sound of metal crashing hard!

The terrifying force was like a cannonball, and it all slammed into Siegrinde's palm.

Her body shook violently, and the German uniform that wrapped around her arm was torn apart and scattered into a cloud of debris.

The ground on which the legs stood collapsed!

A puff of dust rises and forms a thick smoke screen!

"It's my turn!"

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Zieglinde's lips, and it was not easy to block the punch.

It's just that this "battleship-class" female soldier did not have the slightest intention of retreating in her eyes, but took the initiative to attack.

A powerful knee slammed into it, like a bullet out of the chamber, swift and violent!

"It's dangerous!"

Luke's eyes froze, as if he had expected it in advance, and he subconsciously blocked it, and his arm was numb from the shock.

At this time, he didn't feel any pity for the jade, and in turn pinched Sieglinde's wrist, twisted his body and slammed the opponent to the ground.

Rumble!

The concrete splattered like a rainstorm, and Siegrinde embedded itself deep into the road, pressing out a humanoid silhouette.