War Paradise

Following the command of the captain, the four mass-produced T800 robots strode across the corner of the road. The eyes behind the sunglasses stared at the two snowmobiles parked in the center of the road without blinking, and the one hanging behind the car. A strange-looking "TV".

As an unsentimental fighter machine, the T800 robot, who is extremely loyal to its owner, strode to the location of the snowmobile to observe the surrounding conditions.

Since the order received was "Look in the past", although the four T800 robots noticed the footprints and ruts next to them, they did not follow the past to track the enemy, but quickly returned to the snowy ground where the owner was hiding, with a little mechanical accent. Voice, report what you just saw:

"Found two snowmobiles and an unknown object."

"Unidentified object?"

Hearing this, the "fire of hope" in the captain's eyes became brighter, and he asked in a very quick voice: "What does it look like?"

"There is a large prism installed on it, which is suspected to be a beam weapon." T800 gave a serious reply: "It may have been disassembled from the car body."

"Is it a laser cannon?"

Realizing that his previous guess seemed to come true, the captain almost jumped up excitedly, suppressing the excitement, and asked, "Where are the nearby enemies?"

"A trace of the enemy was found. Based on the trace, it is inferred that scattered enemies may be fleeing to the east." The Terminator continued to report.

Hearing this, the other three in the team couldn't help but plan to go and take a look. The captain decisively prevented the actions of these three cheating teammates, frowning and muttering in a low voice: "This may be a trap."

Although I don't know the origin of the person driving the motorcycle to transport the weapon, even if the vehicle breaks down on the road, the normal person's choice is to repair the car directly instead of fleeing immediately.

——Those running guys seem to have designed a trap to wait for the own team to take the bait. It may also be chased by other people and can only choose to abandon the car and escape.

Mindful of this, the captain ordered the four T800s to lurch aside and continue to guard this area. He also cautiously leaned back and continued to hide in the snow, listening to the sound behind the curve.

Although he is very excited, he still hasn't lost his reason: in this situation, he might be tricked if he goes out rashly, so it's better to be cautious.

Under the captain's instructions, this squad, which had been on the run, once again lurked on the side of the road stubbornly.

At this time, the members of the armed search team who had just arrived in the nearby area were also hiding in the snow like ghosts, using binoculars to peek at the road ahead.

These elite soldiers with super combat effectiveness also discovered an abnormal situation in the middle of the road. But of course they couldn't approach rashly like ordinary NPCs, but first analyzed the situation on the road ahead.

——From this angle, they couldn't see the traces left on the road, only the turret removed from the rim tank and the two snowmobiles parked in the middle of the road.

The three drivers who were transporting the turret all fled, and one of the snowmobiles was missing.

Five seconds later, a soldier gave a combat command in a low voice, and the voice from under the gas mask was a little dull:

"Ready to act."

The soldiers of the armed search team knew very well that this might be a trap. But once the turret of the U.S. military's test tank fell into the hands of the Soviets, the technology parameters would be immediately ascertained by the Soviets.

At that time, this new type of weapon that the U.S. military is still testing will instead become an "source of inspiration" for the enemy. It is very likely that similar tanks will be produced in Soviet military factories!

In order to avoid technology leakage, even if the turret cannot be taken back, we must find a way to destroy it. But before that, they must first find the location of the fugitives, and obliterate those who have been in contact with the light rim tank.

...

At the same moment, Lin Chi, the coach, and Crazy Yiwen were hiding in an inconspicuous foxhole on the east side of the road, accompanied by the bodies of two frozen American soldiers.

Their current position is above the steep slope on the side of the road. From this angle, they can see the situation below as long as they show their heads. But at the same time, there is also the risk of being headshot by the enemy below.

"Are you here?" The coach drew out his revolver, ready to fire.

"I don't know, I don't want to look down." Lin Chi whispered.

The air nearby seemed to be heavy, with a sense of terrifying oppression. In this situation, even Crazy Ivan, who had always been active, lay silently in the foxhole, not knowing what he was thinking.

Deathly silence permeated this area, leaving only the whining cold wind, which continued to pass over everyone's heads.

Since the three parties were all harboring ghosts, the position where the fighting should have erupted was exceptionally quiet at this time. The savage and rude firefight did not occur, and was replaced by a competition of endurance.

Five minutes passed and nothing happened.

Ten minutes later, no one appeared on the road.

In this situation, the three parties facing each other couldn't figure out the enemy's details. They were not so much waiting for the opportunity to compete with the bladder.

——The one who loses patience first will undoubtedly become the first loser to get out.

Of course, it is definitely not Lin Chi's side who exposed the position first:

At this time, Crazy Evan was lying motionless on the snow, even making a faint purr. The coach still leaned in the foxhole with his eyes closed and rested, while Lin Chi clenched the tiger claw hunting knife in his hand and stared at the sky without saying a word.

The patience of professional players has always been amazing. In other brain imaging games, Lin Chi even squatted patiently for a full 24 hours in order to catch a rare pet named "soul beast". .

It is naturally not difficult for him to stay here. After all, only about twenty minutes have passed, which is not worth mentioning for the "old silver coins" who have been staying all year round.

However, the patience of the other player team is obviously not very good.

After the confrontation for half an hour, three of the four red dots in Lin Chi's line of sight began to move and rushed towards the corner, and one red dot did not move, but began to move backwards instead.

The coach, who was closing his eyes and rested, suddenly opened his eyes, Lin Chi also laughed, and said with emotion: "The pig teammate killed people."

Obviously, the three people in that squad couldn't bear it anymore, and only one of the more sane guys planned to escape. Seeing this scene, Lin Chi motioned to the coach to stay here, but he bent down and sneaked towards the lone red dot.

The war in the middle of the road is about to start, and the curtain is finally about to begin. at this time--

Snapped!

With a gunshot, the red dot that Lin Chi was tracking suddenly dimmed, and what followed was a line of kill prompts that popped up in the lower right corner of the line of sight:

The player "Butcher in Hand" was killed by the player "Wandering Soul"!

——A fourth force has entered this already chaotic battlefield!

Realizing this, Lin Chi couldn't help laughing, rubbing his hands enthusiastically, and whispered: "This is interesting..."

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