The U.S. Marine Corps, an amphibious assault unit under the U.S. Department of the Navy, is primarily responsible for using all fleet ships under the U.S. Navy to reach every crisis in the world as quickly as possible to carry out various combat missions. But under normal circumstances, it is a branch of the military that is commanded by the President of the United States and does not have to be accountable to the Speaker of the Senate and House of Representatives, and can independently carry out various training combat missions.

As an elite unit established at the earliest time in the history of the United States, it has always been the main combat force of the United States Rapid Reaction Force and has a long history. Administratively, the U.S. Marine Corps and the U.S. Navy belong to the U.S. Department of the Navy under the U.S. Department of Defense. The Marine Corps also established a guard unit responsible for the security of U.S. ****** embassies abroad, but it is usually a separate branch of the military that carries out training combat missions and can also be considered a large elite force.

Although the equipment of this group of U.S. Marines is not the best compared to the U.S. Army, and it can even be said to be relatively rudimentary, it still cannot hide the true strength of this group of elite troops. They have undergone rigorous military training, from the basic movements of individual soldiers to the coordination of squads, as well as large group operations, which are far more brutal than ordinary U.S. Army. This is also why Liszt chose them, fighting in the dense forests of this coastal island, and the Marines are still much stronger than the ordinary US Army!

A standard combat squad of ten people has appeared in the bushes around Liszt. It was as if they appeared in the wind, coming from the void, wearing the same standard auspicious clothes. Hidden in that bush so secretive. They held the Winchester M1887 shotgun. It's as if it had been here with Liszt from the beginning. And they looked at the approaching Soviet soldiers. The same youthful face has become solemn.

They are from the Marine Corps, they are recruits who have just enlisted for half a year, they have only received the most ordinary military training, and they look at the enemy in front of them, and the expressions on everyone's faces are different. Some people are nervous, some people are frightened, some people are indifferent, and some people are eager to try. They are ready to come into the world. And the Winchester in their hands is a testament to the effectiveness of their training.

"Marines at the recruit level, I just hope I don't get down."

Squinting slightly, Liszt looked at the marines around him who were lying on the ground, hidden at various points, but his heart was beating slightly faster. Recruiting soldiers is not that simple, either. The points of the three modes of Rookie, Veteran, and Purgatory are almost multiplied. You must know that the most ordinary recruit-level soldier has already recruited one with 5,000 points, and if you count miscellaneous equipment, I am afraid it will cost tens of thousands of points. Not to mention the terrifying purgatory-level soldiers, Liszt didn't think about it at all. And there are also troop restrictions on recruiting soldiers, such as the Royal Special Air Service Regiment, the French Gendarmerie, the Navy SEALs, the Delta Force, the Alpha Special Forces, and many more. It is even more expensive than these most ordinary Marines.

It was impossible for Liszt to consume more points, because just these ten Marines had consumed close to 70,000 points for him. And all his points are only about 250,000. What's more, in this island jungle, these marines who have received tactical training in the island jungle are much more cost-effective than other elite soldiers. And compared to the two platoons of Soviet soldiers, Liszt didn't just summon these ten marines!

The stream of data spread back to Liszt's body, and at the same time spread out into the surrounding bushes, and another ten marines were confirmed by Liszt, as if they appeared in the dense forest in the void, descending into this world. They were also wearing gilly suits, but they were carrying M4A1 assault rifles, which were more compact and flexible U.S. military-standard weapons, and were also more suitable for fierce battles in the forest. And even right at the hands of each of them, disposable RPG-18 anti-tank bazookas are being placed there!

The disposable RPG-18 anti-tank bazooka is not expensive, and is even extremely cheap compared to these recruits, requiring only 500 points to redeem. Although it still has the advantages of being simple, reliable and durable, the accuracy is low and the rocket flight speed is slow, which is also the disadvantage of this anti-tank rocket launcher. But Liszt looked at the Hind transport helicopter flying almost along the canopy overhead, and the disadvantage of this weapon had been reduced to the point of extreme subtlety.

Any recruit could hit a target with a rocket that was only a dozen meters above his head, and the Soviets were still slow in their helicopters, like snails whipped up gusts of wind in the canopy, as if they wanted to search for enemies hiding in the dense forest. The excellent ability to stay in the air has now become their disadvantage, and this Mi-24 Hind transport gunship has long been shown in its previous life, and it has already shown that it cannot withstand the attack of anti-tank rocket launchers at close range, it is just a thickened gunship with a pretended turret.

"Buzz

The Mi-24 Hind transport helicopter had already appeared at the top of the canopy above Liszt's head, and the four helicopters were like huge fans, blowing the branches and leaves of the surrounding canopy back and forth. Anyone who tried to hide in the trees would also be blown down by the strong wind, and the bottom of the helicopter, which was not afraid of ordinary gunpowder weapons, had been thickened with a layer of armor, which made the four helicopters even more unscrupulous, and the rear hatch at the tail had been opened, revealing the soldiers with AKM assault rifles inside, also cautiously looking at the top of the forest that swept underneath them.

But they couldn't see any enemy except the flying leaves, because the woods on this island were so dense that the trees that were almost thousands of years old had already covered the sky and the sun, and also obscured the view from the sky. Even these four helicopters were only using radio communication to communicate with the soldiers below, and even if they were searching so closely, it was just a façade.

Although they had reached the forest as fast as they could, it had already passed nearly ten minutes. As long as it is any experienced combat team, I am afraid that at this time, all of them have been transferred along the route that has been set up a long time ago, and it is impossible to stay here at all. And they made such a close search here, just to deal with the angry superiors, especially when all of them saw the tragic death that was almost no different from the Americans, and they already vaguely understood in their hearts that this might be the revenge of the American Federation.

The Soviet soldiers below were still scattered to inspect the bushes on the ground, and although their faces looked unconcerned, the angry commander had already given the order to die, and they had to search the bushes one by one. But no one expected that Liszt had not left the scene of the massacre, not even one person, but a full twenty marines, holding all kinds of weapons and looking at them with their fangs stretched out like poisonous snakes!

Liszt's eyes had become cold, and the faint blue glow of Winchester in his hand had been pressed against his shoulder. The muzzle of the black hole was already aimed at the Soviet soldier who was getting closer and closer. They were already less than twenty meters apart, and Liszt could even see that some of them were still smoking cigarettes, looking quite relaxed. Of course, he also noticed the perfunctory attitude of this group of Soviet soldiers, but his shotgun, which was held steadily, was not so perfunctory, because he wanted to live.

Talking too much always seems hypocritical, whether it is for humanitarianism, or human rights, or democracy-sovereignty-freedom, Liszt feels scorned. On the premise that he lived, he was willing to abide by all this, but once he hurt him, once he wanted him to die, Liszt, who had already died once, would become even more afraid of death. And to avoid death, he can do everything, even the deepest evil.

"Bang-"

The azure muzzle flame has appeared in this dense forest, and the dazzling muzzle flame has instantly appeared behind the originally seemingly dense bushes, and the deafening explosion has also resounded in the dense forest. The ten Marines had already chosen the place to come, and watched the Soviets who were getting closer and closer, facing Listera to shoot first, and greeted the first real fierce battle in their lives!

The Winchester M1887 shotgun spewed hundreds of tiny bullets through the forest. The guns in their hands were all loaded with No. 12 standard shotguns, and the furious metal warheads had swept through any target within twenty meters in that volley, and with that terrifying number, they instantly swept down a dozen absent-minded Soviet soldiers.

But this is not the end, this fierce battle has just begun, the fire network that has been diagonally rushing into the sky, completely composed of ten anti-tank rockets, has all hit the four Mi-24 Hind transport helicopters, with the huge explosion, and the thick black smoke, the force of the rocket explosion has lifted the bottom armor that can only resist rifles and light machine guns, lost control and fell heavily to the ground, followed by a more violent explosion!

Almost all the Soviet soldiers stared blankly at the fall of the four helicopter gunships and the terrifying shock wave caused by the detonation of the rockets. But in this dense forest, another team of ten marines instantly rushed out of the bushes where they were hiding, and with the shock wave set off behind them, it was like a tiger rising in the wind, holding the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand tightly against his shoulder, and launched a crazy strafing shot at the Soviet soldiers in the platoon outside!

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