From the Marines in the woodland to the Mi-24 Hind helicopter gunship flying slowly in the canopy, it was only twelve or thirteen meters high. Even if this group of Marines were blindfolded, they would be able to accurately hit the target with the sound of the huge rotors in the sky!

The flames were rising, and the extreme temperature ****ed everything in the helicopter cabin. The deafening explosion had spread throughout the Mi-24 Hind transport helicopter, and the entire helicopter was not even able to operate due to damage caused by the rocket explosion. The pilot was still struggling to save himself, but the inside of the helicopter let out an even more hoarse roar, as if the engines had been greatly damaged.

The pilot wanted to work hard to increase the altitude, borrowing the original inertia to adjust the already tilted fuselage. But the rotor that was still spinning gradually stopped rotating in the air, and the entire helicopter that was still rising was almost visible to the naked eye, and then fell heavily towards the depths of the forest with the frightened gaze of the pilot!

A terrifying sound that almost shattered the eardrums had resounded through the corners of the island, and the frenzied shaking made everyone's feet shake like an earthquake. Even the explosion had already set off patches of flames, igniting the surrounding bushes and the branches and leaves at the top of the canopy, burning a little flame, and there was even a sign of a wildfire. However, this little bit of mountain fire was extinguished in an instant, and the even more terrifying explosion swept around in an instant with the explosion of the airborne rocket!

The tremendous pressure and temperature had consumed all the helicopters' arsenals, and the ammunition was heated and finally reached a critical point, instantly detonating the gunpowder inside, turning into a red lotus karmic fire that came from hell. With a roar, it swallowed everything within a hundred meters of the surrounding area, whether it was the big tree or the shrub, or the Soviet soldier who was caught off guard, and turned into a blazing death and swallowed it fiercely!

A miserable howl appeared in the mouth of the burning Soviet soldier, but their pain did not last long, because the black hole muzzle was already aimed at them. The thumb-thick caliber of Winchester was emitting bright muzzle flames, and the 12-gauge standard shotgun had already made the space they were in densely covered with patches of death!

The advantage of the shotgun is that it is a medium and close range of combat, and each shot can cover an area of several meters, and no matter how much the enemy dodges, he cannot dodge the dense ammunition. And this weapon called trench gun in the First and Second World Wars also has an unparalleled advantage in this dense forest. And for the group of Soviets, they had already noticed most of their teammates before they could react. Eighty percent of the people have been swept away by that furious shotgun spray!

The Marines were like charging knights, and they rushed forward without fear, even if they were facing the AKM assault rifles and the shining bayonets. But they were still expressionless, gritting their teeth and striding forward, while the Winchester M1887 lever-shotgun in their hands accurately enveloped the deadly 12-gauge shotgun on any Soviet soldier who dared to appear in front of them with every pull of the trigger.

Although the sound of AKM assault rifles is also sporadical, it is still more of the antique shotgun. Especially the blue muzzle flame in Liszt's hand fired with the rhythm of an assault rifle, with the afterimage that he couldn't see clearly. Brutally killed more than a dozen Soviet soldiers who wanted to raise their AKM assault rifles to shoot!

And there was no need for Liszt's command at all, and the soldiers of this group of marines rushed forward as they had done in the past, and the shotguns in their hands were also firing wildly. And the group of Soviet soldiers who were blinded by the instant surprise attack even howled out something incomprehensible Russian as the losses became bigger and bigger. Fleeing towards the depths of the forest when they came, seeing that even the rifles in their hands had been thrown away and ignored, they knew that these guys had completely lost their combat capabilities.

There was still a terrible howl in the woodland from time to time, the sound of a badly wounded Soviet soldier not yet dead, but there was not a trace of pity in Liszt's eyes. Winchester, with his hand, ran towards the cliff. He was so fast that even the Marines couldn't keep up with him, but Liszt gestured to them and just commanded loudly: "Leave the three men to clean up the battlefield, and the others will come with me!" ”

At the edge of the forest, the frantic strafing sound of the M4A1 assault rifle continued, the crisp gunfire almost did not stop for a moment, and the magazines were exhausted in just three or five seconds, and even the ten marines still gritted their teeth, refilled the full 30 magazines with a fast reload speed that had never appeared in the military academy, and continued to shoot wildly at the Soviet soldiers who had fallen in pieces.

Although they are new recruits, they still graduated from military academies and have been training in the boot camp for nearly half a year. All of them have become standard warriors, but they have never been exposed to life and death, they have not killed people with their own hands, and they call the old fritters on the battlefield chicks. But their current crazy appearance has already explained their horror, they have applied all the murder knowledge they have learned in the boot camp to the current battlefield, they seem to be like a fish in water!

The Marines are the elite of the army, but the size of the expansion makes them look huge, as if they were regular army groups. But they belong directly to the president of the United States, and they can go to fight all over the world without even obeying the orders of Congress, and if their combat effectiveness is reduced, it means death. And even the fledglings who have just come out of the training camp in the Marine Corps, after systematic training, are executioners who are good at killing.

"Your Soldier Kills Kill Soviet Infantry x1 and you get the full amount of 200 points."

"Your Soldier Kills Kill Soviet Infantry x1 and you get the full amount of 200 points."

"Your Soldier Kills Kill Soviet Infantry x1 and you get the full amount of 200 points."

"Your Soldier Kills Kill Soviet Infantry x1 and you get the full amount of 200 points."

"Your Soldier Kills Kill Soviet Infantry x1 and you get the full amount of 200 points."

"Your Soldier Kills Kill Soviet Infantry x1 and you get the full amount of 200 points."

Liszt's retina is like a screen, and if he puts his consciousness into it, he will find that the countless data streams are frantically combined into words, and the barcodes are quickly pushed up, and he can hardly see any scene in front of him. And even in his ears, the metal prompt sound was also appearing frantically, and it was even connected, and the next sentence had already appeared before the previous sentence was finished, so that he didn't have time to react at all.

When he stepped out of the edge of the forest and stood in the cliff clearing, which was almost covered with corpses, the thick smell of blood almost seemed to solidify. Liszt's combat boots stepped on the bloody dirt, and he saw the Soviet soldiers lying on the ground one by one, and he couldn't tell when he died, whether he was killed by Liszt or by this group of marines.

Seeing Liszt come to this position, the Marines who had dispersed were slightly relieved, and slowly stopped the M4A1 assault rifles that were still firing in their hands. But any moving corpse would still be hit by the sharp three-point shot that was instantly on the shoulder, and some kind of incomprehensible cry would finally be embraced by the Grim Reaper.

Taking a deep breath, Liszt didn't have any expression at the rich smell of blood, his face was still solemn and serious, and the expression in his eyes also revealed a little lightheartedness. He looked around at the soldiers who were gradually appearing on the edge, but there were only thirteen of them. Gritting his teeth slightly, he still didn't say anything, just walked quickly in the direction of his cave, and at the same time turned his head and beckoned to them: "Speed up." ”

Such a fierce battle took place on this small island, and the troops of the Soviets would definitely show up. What's more, there are also Soviet routs who fled back, although they can't accurately describe the specific situation of Liszt, they can also add fuel and vinegar according to what they see. And in the eyes of that group of Soviets, the clearest point is that on this small island that originally belonged to them, the United States federal forces finally appeared. And the two sides of the Cold War have no mercy for the forces infiltrated by both sides!

Not to mention the reconnaissance team that was completely wiped out in Alaska before, the prisoners that Liszt met only half an hour ago were so miserably slaughtered, and you know that these Soviets have probably already regarded the killing of prisoners as a normal thing. Even when Liszt changed his mind, if the Soviets were captured by the American Federation, the consequences would not be much better.

"Hurry up, keep up, pick up the pace!"

The location of the cave was in front of him, and looking at the familiar cliff, Liszt also breathed a sigh of relief, and after making sure that there were no enemy troops, he led the thirteen marines behind him to move quickly towards the entrance of the cave. It was as if most of the Soviets' combat strength had been wiped out on this island, and no Soviets had helicopters or infantry in front of them, so they finally breathed a sigh of relief and cooperated with each other to enter the narrow and steep cave entrance, completely submerged on this small island.

PS: Ahem, my update is still very conscientious. Almost every day, it is three watches, 9000 words. Some of the authors are five more, but each one is 2,000 words, which adds up to only 1,000 words more than me. Ahem, I'm still asking for a monthly pass, and I'll try my best to speed up the rhythm of the codeword! (To be continued.) )