The Jet Engine is undoubtedly the brainchild of the scientists of Call of Duty. This kind of gun amplifier made of 115 elements as the main material has almost made the development of gunpowder weapons that has entered a bottleneck improve by an era. Any firearm equipped with such a jet engine is almost as good as a Gaussian electromagnetic weapon of the same model!

The deepest darkness was condensed in the barrel, but the brightest brightness was born in it. With the pull of the trigger, the muzzle flame had completely dispelled the darkness, and with that faint blue light, it sowed eternal death. This light may symbolize salvation, but it is definitely not a celebration of life, it is the most beloved light of death and Liszt's most reliable companion - the centennial Winchester, M1887 lever-shotgun.

This is the horror that the Soviet soldiers experienced firsthand. The effective range of 20 meters indicated in the manual now seems ridiculous. But it is definitely not a lack of range, scattered accuracy, and extremely poor power, because the Soviet soldiers who were standing thirty or forty meters in front of Liszt have already fallen like wheat harvesting, and the blood mist that burst out of their bodies also shows that they are definitely not lying on the ground in pain with their wounds because of tactical evasion.

The standard No. 12 shrapnon is equipped with 12 small round warheads, and under the power of the smokeless high-explosive-explosive explosion, the terrifying force will instantly destroy the plastic shell, and the twelve small round warheads will walk towards the space in front of them for several meters. But with that faint blue light, these warheads spread within a range of three meters, even after passing more than 30 meters.

And the bodies of those Soviet soldiers, even if they hit a No. 12 warhead, a blood flower would instantly appear behind them, and even raise a blood mist. The power contained in the warhead will carry the hardness of this steel, spinning and tumbling in the human body. Tearing the internal muscles, bones, and internal organs, it penetrated the human body hard, and then instantly created a huge terrifying cavity as a baseball in the back!

A terrible howl came from the mouths of this group of Soviet soldiers, who did not expect that a terrifying enemy would appear, and they had already opened fire on them. They also didn't expect that only the old model ****** would burst into such pressure. Even they haven't thought of it until now. Who is this blatant killer against them? But they didn't need to think about it, because Liszt looked at their panicked and frightened faces, and the Winchester fire in his hand was still fast and continuous!

"Kill Soviet ordinary infantry×1 and get 200 points."

"Kill Soviet ordinary infantry×1 and get 200 points."

"Kill Soviet ordinary infantry×1 and get 200 points."

"Kill Soviet ordinary infantry×1 and get 200 points."

"Kill Soviet Infantry×1 and get ........."

A large number of metallic cues were already in Liszt's ears, and even the flashes of cues swept through his retina. Each one symbolizes the loss of a life. And the prompt that almost reached the appearance of swiping the screen also shows how efficient Liszt's massacre is. That's right, this is the naked slaughter, in that high-penetrating, high-power, high-range century-old Winchester, this group of Soviet soldiers was slaughtered!

Liszt's face was expressionless, and even though the system prompt sound was already heard in his ears, there was not the slightest excitement in his eyes. His hand speed is still fast, as if the most virtuosic artist is painting his own artwork wantonly. The action of filling the bullet was done to the extreme, and the slightly blue muzzle flame was used. Continue to spill out of the muzzle of that Winchester.

And when he finally put the slightly hot Winchester down on his shoulder, a large red liquid had appeared on the ground in front of him. The corpses of the Soviets were lying on the ground, and the neat uniforms had become tattered, as if they had been harvested by light machine gun fire. But in fact, the powerful penetrating wounds and lacerations were no more than those of a small-caliber heavy machine gun!

But the total annihilation of this group of Soviet soldiers was not a thing worthy of praise for Liszt. Despite the fact that close to 8,000 points have been credited. But his face was still solemn. Turning his head slightly, Liszt looked at the corpse that was also lying on the ground, and there was a little pity in his eyes, and the blood was almost all over the ground forming a small stream, which was slowly dripping into the cliff. It is extremely shocking, making anyone feel uncomfortable standing here.

These are all young soldiers of the American Federation, and Liszt can even see their young faces looking at the sky with their eyes open. Their pupils had dilated, and their godless eyes had already indicated that they were completely dead. But Liszt walked over slowly, looked at these American federal soldiers in tattered clothes, and were covered in gunpoints, but bowed his head slightly and sighed: "If the god stick is here, at least I can pray." ”

The Divine Stick is their combat unit, and it is also a part-time chaplain, and when a soldier feels uncomfortable, he will go to the Divine Stick to talk to him to tell him about his inner anguish. In fact, the compassion of the god stick is also very suitable for the status of a military priest, whether it is a soldier to talk to, or to pray for the dead soldiers, he is the most serious and responsible attitude to do it.

"May ye ascend to heaven, Amen."

A cross was drawn on his chest, and despite Liszt's scorn at Christianity, he looked at the tragically dead American Union soldiers and made a simple prayer for them. This may be a consolation in faith, even if these poor lads are dead and no one can see them, but at least it is the last bit of respect for them. And Liszt looked at the cliff not far away, still took a deep breath, and sighed slowly: "Although I can't send you back to the United States in its entirety, I can also send your nameplate back." ”

More than 300 ragged U.S. federal soldiers died here, so miserable that even after their deaths, the U.S. federal would not know their misery. Eighteen years from now, in the midst of a nuclear war, what will happen even if we know about it? Moreover, even Liszt did not expect that this group of Soviets would directly shoot more than 300 prisoners, which is unbelievable in the eyes of the American Federation, because just by shooting prisoners, it can cause a large-scale military confrontation between the two sides and cause changes in the international situation!

Liszt walked slowly towards the American federal soldiers, slowly bent down and squatted beside one of the soldiers, looking at his eyes wide open looking at the blue sky, but his eyes had completely spread out, losing the rhythm of his soul. Liszt's eyes also saw a deep wound on his neck, still oozing blood slightly outward, and the neckline was completely stained red.

The smooth wound was undoubtedly a cut, and it was cut directly into the neck without the slightest hesitation. It was caused by a bayonet stuck in an AKM assault rifle, a wound that Liszt was familiar with, because he had seen a lone U.S. federal soldier on the battlefield in Mexico more than once, and finally had his neck slit. This kind of mending knife technique when cleaning up the battlefield originated in the Soviet Union is simple and cruel.

"Wait, the nameplates have been taken away?"

But when Liszt reached out and groped around the necks of these captives, he found that the nameplate, which was supposed to be a necklace, did not exist at all. And he turned around and immediately came to another corpse, stretched out his hand to search for the nameplate, but it was still empty and nothing, even if Liszt touched the corpses of several American federal soldiers in a row, he did not find the nameplate. This made his face more and more gloomy, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "It's a bit too much to do this." ”

If a soldier dies in battle, the nameplate indicates the soldier's identity. It says the nationality, place of origin, age, and height of the soldier, so you can easily tell where these soldiers are from. But once the nameplates of these soldiers disappear, if they die in battle, then they cannot be included in the war dead at all, but are missing. Not to mention the family's pension, even these soldiers are afraid that they will hide forever in hastily built graves and humiliated and uninformed.

And when the two countries are fighting, no matter how fierce the exchange of fire on the battlefield is, and how many people are killed on both sides, they will not be too hindered when collecting the corpses. What's more, do you want to take away all the nameplates that symbolize status? This has almost become an unspoken rule of acquiescence in the country, and it is also a common respect for the fallen soldiers on both sides!

The chest rose and fell slightly, Liszt's face was extremely gloomy, and the methods of the Soviets were already too subordinate, so that no one could bear it. And Liszt slowly clenched Winchester in his hand, and when he wanted to scold a few words angrily, his face changed instantly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the sky above the dense forest. Although there was nothing, his ears fluttered slightly, and Liszt's face became solemn directly, and the muscles of his whole body burst out in an instant, rushing towards the edge of the forest at an extremely fast speed like a cheetah.

"Helicopter!"

He barely used 10 seconds at less than 100 meters, which is no more than that for a national-level athlete. The increase in his abilities was sufficient at this time, and almost above the dense forest, when a Soviet hind transport helicopter appeared, his whole body was already hiding behind a bush, and with the good camouflage of the Gili suit, he was completely hidden in the primeval forest.

PS: It's another shift, ask for a monthly ticket~ Ahem, brothers, I found that I still have twenty votes in front of me to explode the chrysanthemums of three people, if you can, let's get on it together... (To be continued.) )