"Damn, what the hell are we here for?"

Looking at the mess on both sides of the road, the white strong man walking in the middle of the road said angrily.

"Calm down, Victor, we only need to come and walk around casually twice, we can declare that we have regained the lost ground, and then we can add a meritorious service to our resume when we go back, such a good business is not every day."

The black man behind the strong man teased with sunglasses, maybe it was the racial talent of the black man, this guy's mouth has never been heard of until now.

"Well, that crater is so beautiful, I think it should have been blown up by the Blaze missile, what do you think?"

"Damn, why are we doing such a thing?" Victor was in a rather irritable mood, and just as irritable was the osteohyperplasia patient standing beside him.

"Is this how wars are fought now? Won't we find no enemy? ”

Logan also began to complain, thinking that when he was fighting twenty years ago, he could still rush in front of the enemy and fight with his claws and bayonets, and now!

He couldn't even see a living person.

For being recruited by the government to participate in the so-called assault team, Logan actually does not exclude, he does not have much desire or ambition, and he is not a person who wants to do great things, as long as there is wine and women to play, by the way, he can find a few people to cut it down, vent the irritability in his heart, then he doesn't care who he sells!

He couldn't die anyway.

So when the commandos recruited him, Logan joined his saber-toothed tiger without saying a word, and then followed the major named Stryker to Vietnam.

Originally, Logan and Victor both felt that they had come to the battlefield and could finally vent well, but who would have thought that the result would be!

The two of them have been on the front line for more than half a year, but there are only a handful of enemies that can be cut down with their own hands!

The North Vietnamese defenses were completely vulnerable, and both the forts and fortifications they built would immediately crumble under the fire of the Americans, and they were as fragile as paper paste.

There is no way, this place in North Vietnam is already poor, can you expect it to spend money to build any super fortifications?

Once the fortifications were opened by the aircraft cannons, the remaining soldiers could basically only be scattered, and there were only a few unlucky eggs, who were caught up by Brother Logan and Brother Luo because of their unfast brains.

After all, the soldiers of the North Vietnamese are not fools, they can still compete with the Americans by relying on fortifications, but without fortifications, how can they fight?

Do you want to use a rifle in your hand to pierce the armor of a tank?

"You have to adapt to the war, not the war to adapt to you!" Stryker saw that there was something wrong with the mood of Logan and Victor, and quickly said in a deep voice.

Although he is nominally the supreme leader of this kind of team, in reality, there are really few people in the team who bird him.

There is an ordinary person mixed in a group of mutants, even if this ordinary person is super elite, but compared to the strange abilities of mutants, Stryker seems a bit scum.

Although he has been training himself continuously, the training range has exceeded the limit of what humans can accept, but the effect!

Do you think that no matter how strong a human is, he can run to tug of war with an elephant?

So the sad Stryker went from the position of leader to a role similar to that of a psychological counselor.

I can't help it! This is the case in the army, strength is respected, although his nominal position is the captain of the squad, but he can't beat any of these team members, which one can command?

"Damn!"

Victor suddenly jumped up from the road and rushed towards a large tree that had been blown up by the side of the road.

"If this guy can't find anyone to kill, he will really go crazy!" Watching Victor punch and kick the tree, the handsome white guy with a hat following Stryker said to him.

"But we can't find the enemy at all now, how can we fight?" Stryker was a little helpless, he was also very angry, okay!

The assault team was originally going to test its combat effectiveness, but now that the battlefield is like this, even a decent rebel army can't be found, how can it be tested?

He had the intention of taking the assault team directly to the enemy's base camp to carry out the decapitation operation, but the upper echelons did not allow it at all!

You must know that although there are hundreds of mutants in the United States, there are basically mutants who are willing to accept government orders and have the ability to fight.

After all, mutants' abilities are bizarre, and there is a mutant's ability to make the egg cake even more delicious, you say this kind of superpower, isn't it funny that you put him on the battlefield?

So the attitude of the military top brass is that they would rather have no merit than have it, and anyway, the data obtained now is about the same, and Stryker's idea of making a big news is forcibly banned.

"Damn, ahh

"Enemy Attack ?!"

Logan suddenly shouted excitedly, he had been a brother with Victor for hundreds of years, of course he knew the meaning of the other party's shouting, and two pairs of bone claws suddenly stretched out from the bone joints of his hands, and then rushed in the direction of Victor.

"I'm ......" Stryker was about to tell everyone to hide and find out where the enemy was, but before he could say anything, he saw all the members around him rush out with a scream.

But few mutants with killing skills are good babies, but others are not as manic as Logan and Victor.

And now, they finally encountered an enemy who dared to sneak attack, and these guys suddenly rushed forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Hands are fast, hands are slow! God knows how many enemies there are, if the undead duo are cut down, they will still play with yarn?

As for what Stryker asked for, to hide his body, to find the enemy's position, and to listen to his orders?

What about funny?

They were free American fighters, not the perverted Japanese, so how could they have ordered such strange discipline to exist?

"Bang Bang ......"

The continuous gunfire suddenly rang out, and Stryker wanted to shout a few times to show his leadership authority, but after hearing the number of gunshots, he suddenly rolled and shrank under the half-cut wall.

This Nima, judging from the number of gunshots, does not look like a guerrilla scattered and self-killing revenge, but seems to be a large force to attack?

Is North Vietnam preparing to break the kettle and fight against the water?

Stryker lay on the ground and listened to the various gunfire and screams outside, and suddenly began to think deeply.