"What's wrong. The combat power of these three guys is really too strong, and it's not a level that normal people can achieve.

Therefore, those Russian soldiers with Eastern Confucianism are definitely core members of a certain team in the system; as for which team they are, I don’t know, who is the Eastern people who look similar.”

Seeing the battle situation that happened in front of the front line, the Russian side was advancing quickly.

At that time, Sechisky, who was still in the second-tier position, immediately said the above sentence with a serious expression on his face.

In this battle, the defensive position of the Bolan team was actually on the second line of defense.

Specifically, it was actually about 100 meters behind the first line of defense; they used a large number of frozen and hard-hardened Russian corpses to build a temporary line of defense and numerous firepower points.

Here, they can even provide fierce fire support to the first line of defense.

In the past two hours, the German club also relied on such a three-dimensional defense line, and of course the power of the two Carl heavy mortars, repelled the attacks of the Russians again and again.

But this time, Secchisky felt that everything was different and a huge crisis was gradually coming.

On the one hand, at such a critical moment, the powerful support of those 600mm caliber Carl heavy mortars still did not appear on time.

Even at this time, as long as those two big guys came at the forefront of the position, they could cause the Russians who launched a intensive charge to suffer an astonishing loss.

Combined with the huge explosion that had been heard from Mamayevgang in the past, he thought with horror that such a heavily guarded artillery position had been destroyed in such a short time.

On the other hand, the attack on the Russian side this time was much stronger.

It is just because there were a few more members of unknown teams in this attack.

However, the enhancement effect of the addition of these few people is far from being as simple as one plus one equals two. It can be said that there are qualitative changes.

What did you say? It was like a flock of sheep, there was a lion.

Under the leadership of the lion, their overall combat effectiveness has improved a bit terrifyingly.

In a blink of an eye, under the suppressed firepower provided by the two snipers in the rear, the three bloodline powerhouses in the front were definitely rushing to the position now.

Think about it, if the position that their Bolan team had been holding on for a long time was taken back by the Russians, the system tasks in the second phase would be in vain again.

And I don’t know if there is still a chance to defeat Mamayevgang again.

Lord Serchisky, the commander of the Polan Team, had a cold sweat flowing down his head and immediately started yelling in his mouth:

"Heavy machine gunner, the sniper stays and continues to fire, don't worry about hurting the soldiers of this side by mistake; don't look at me so fussy, when is it now? I don't care about so many.

The rest of the people follow me, and we must not let the Russians seize the front line."

After saying that, Sechsky threw down an MP38 submachine gun in his hand, pulled out a big and heavy knight sword that had been tied behind him, and took the lead in rushing out like this.

The other party did not, as expected, be split into two halves; instead, he successfully resisted a medieval-shaped two-handed sword.

With the sound of metal collision, both of them suddenly paused.

Then, under the stimulation of such a failure to kill the opponent, the last trace of Qingming in Xu Feng's brain disappeared.

He waved the "Odin's Axe, Imitation" with both hands, and rushed forward without defending. He only had a simple thought in his mind, killing the bastard.

Facing the crazy opponent in front of him, Sechisky frowned heavily.

Damn! The berserker bloodline, especially the fighting style that is not afraid of life and death after entering a state of madness, is really a headache.

It’s just that someone must stop him, otherwise these things will be like a battlefield meat grinder, completely shattering the combat formation and fighting will of the personnel on their side.

So, under the crazy collision between the two, the "Dangdangdang~" sounded like a blacksmith.

At the same time, the crowd around them avoided them from afar, because as long as they got closer, they would immediately die by the two heavy weapons...

In comparison, AT met an opponent holding a Western foil in his hand.

That is, in the movie "Zorro", the kind of weapon that has a thin and long shape that can only be used assassination to hurt the opponent, but cannot be chopped.

I immediately realized something from such a strange weapon:

Damn! The grandson in the system is a little tricky.

This time, Volgograd's mission was not only a team battle, but also a team battle involving many teams; they suddenly appeared at this critical moment, isn't this a fatal disaster?

Even AT thought of a key point.

Both sides have probably burst out blood power in such a period of time.

But in comparison, the time when the opponent's team exploded with blood power should be a little late than theirs, which means they could hold on for a longer time.

So the question is?

With the remaining 4 minutes, I must kill this thing, otherwise once the weakness period after the bloodline bursts, I will not be my opponent at all.

After thinking of this, AT exploded as fast as possible, trying to surround the opponent while finding a chance to attack.

What just left him speechless was that his opponent could actually keep up with his movements.

And it was the flower sword in his hand. After playing a series of sword flowers that dazzled him, he stabbed him in the lower abdomen without waiting for AT to react.

Suddenly, the 12mm thick bulletproof insertion plate on the lower abdomen of AT seemed to have no effect under this thin sword tip.

It was easily pierced like thin paper, leaving a deep wound.

That is, the blood clan bloodline of AT is also strong enough in terms of being beaten. If it were a normal person, he would die just in this way.

As long as the blood nucleus is not penetrated, the stomach will be stabbed.

After being hit by such a sword, AT quickly retreated, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

There is no doubt that the opponent is actually the owner of the blood clan's bloodline. The sword in his hand is also produced by the system, at least with green quality or above.

Otherwise, there is no reason to explain the unscientific sharpness of this thing.

After one encounter, he achieved the result of injury to the enemy. The member of the Blond Team, with a blonde hair, raised the Western foil in his hand in front of his face with a little arrogant look.

While raising a sword to AT, his legs under his feet were as if they were springs, showing a very flexible pace at two or three meters.

Finally, his face was full of sarcasm and he licked the blood at the tip of the sword.

After forcibly adding so much to myself, he said proudly in English:

"Orients, please remember that the one who killed you was Simon from the Polan team, a professional, powerful and destined to be a world-class fencing athlete in the future.

By the way! Don’t think about taking revenge on me based on this information after you arrive at the modern plane. You don’t have such a chance.”

Faced with the swagger of the guy in front of him, AT rushed up without saying a word.

A second or two later, the Simon fencing athlete from the Bolan Team looked at his chest and abdomen in surprise, and a huge wound that had been broken.

And after being split into two halves of the blood core, he looked up like a lump of wood and fell down with a panic of fear.

Before I completely died, I heard this sentence in my ears:

"Sure enough, he is a fool of the Blue Team. Why do you have so many fancy moves when fighting? Do you really think you are playing and performing?"

And AT, who cursed this, continued to pounce on the next opponent, a member of the Bolan team with a bearded face.

In the past, a large steel hammer waving in his hand could cause a Russian soldier with a bayonet to fall down with his muscles and bones broken.

In a blink of an eye, several people fell around him, blocking a gap in the front line of positions.

The Russians holding the Mosinnagan rifle couldn't rush up at all.

Seeing this, AT bit his lips hard and met such an opponent who should have dwarf bloodline.

The reason why I bit my lower lip was that on the one hand, the young white-collar worker couldn't stand it. The awesome Simon, who just now was now tempting with blood.

The blood of such a strong bloodline seems to contain something more vigorous than that of ordinary people, and it is too tempting for him.

On the other hand, AT is far from as easy as he said to get rid of Simon in just one encounter.

Now, after directly piercing the sword hanging on it on the left chest, the price AT paid.

And at the same time, it seems that it has become a battlefield.

After Fei Falcon and Xiling looked at each other, they did not pick up a new Mosinnagan rifle and continued to look for a chance to fire.

Mainly, in the current battle between enemies and enemies, their marksmanship will cause accidental damage.

So after they could not shoot the black gun safely, the two of them pulled out the four-edged bayonet from the straps of the bayonet at their waists and put them on.

Then, he joined the battle with two Russian soldiers who helped load the bullets...

*******

"Damn it! The situation is not good~" Jason muttered silently.

In the previous second, he let go of his hands, because he rode under him an unknown team. The team member with Lang Ran's blood had been strangled to death by him.

Then, Jason, who was trying to stand up, staggered and half-kneeled on the ground.

Mainly when he suppressed the other party, the other party burst into a pair of werewolf blood fists and fought back desperately under the danger of death.

Those heavy fists almost beat Poor Jason's waist, heart, liver, spleen and stomach on the spot.

So, Jason can only sit on the ground now and breathe a few more breaths.

In fact, at the moment when the bloodline broke out, Jason took a careful look at Zhui's mind, which was counting down about 4 hours.

If he remembered correctly, the time was 1 hour, 47 minutes and 46 seconds.

Now, it is 1 hour, 43 minutes and 11 seconds.
To be continued...