"Something's wrong, the fighting power of these three guys is too strong, it's not at the level that normal people can achieve.
Therefore, those Maozi soldiers with Oriental faces are definitely the core members of a certain team in the system; I don’t know which team they are, because those Oriental people all look similar."
After looking at the current battle situation taking place in front of the front line, Maozi's side was advancing rapidly.
At that time, Serchiski, who was still in the second-line position, the commander of the Polish team, suddenly said the above sentence with a solemn face.
In this battle, the defensive position of the Polish team was actually on the second line of defense.
Specifically, it was actually behind the first line of defense, at a distance of about 100 meters; they used a large number of frozen Maozi corpses to build a temporary defense line 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 army relied on such a three-dimensional defense line, and of course the power of the two Karl heavy mortars, to repel the attacks again and again.
But this time, Serchisky felt that everything was different, and a huge crisis was gradually approaching.
On the one hand, at such a critical moment, the strong support of those 600 mm caliber Karl heavy mortars still did not appear on time.
Even at this time, those two big guns just need to fire a shot at the front of the position, and the Maozi who are launching a dense charge will suffer a staggering loss.
Combined with the huge explosion that reached Mamayev Heights in the previous time, this made him horrified to think that such a well-defended artillery position had been destroyed in such a short period of time.
On the other hand, Maozi's attack was much stronger this time.
It's just because there are a few more members of the unknown team in this attack.
But the enhancement effect achieved by the addition of just such a few people is far from as simple as one plus one equals two. It can be said that there has been a qualitative change.
What can I say? It's like there is an extra lion in a flock of sheep.
Under the leadership of the lion, their overall combat effectiveness has improved horribly.
In the blink of an eye, under the suppressive firepower provided by the two snipers at the rear, the three bloodline warriors at the front were almost rushing to the position.
Think about what happens if the position that the Bolan team has held for a long time is taken back by Maozi, and the second phase of the system mission will fall short again.
And I don’t know if there is still a chance to achieve such a result at Mamayev Ridge again.
Mr. Serchiski, the commander of the Polish team, had cold sweat pouring down his head, and he immediately shouted in his mouth:
"Heavy machine gunners and snipers stay and continue to fire. Don't worry about accidentally injuring those own soldiers; don't look at me in such a fuss. What time is it now? You can't care so much.
The remaining people follow me, we must not let the idiots seize the front line."
After saying that, Serchiski threw down an MP38 submachine gun in his hand, pulled out a large and heavy knight's sword that was tied behind his back with his backhand, and took the lead in rushing out.
If you don't have a gun, that's because at this time, the battle situation is developing too fast.
In the blink of an eye, in Serchisky's eyes, he could already see the berserker with a big ax in the unknown Eastern team.
He just used the ax in his hand as a shield and successfully rushed into the front line.
Then, with an extremely easy swing of the ax the size of a millstone in his hand, a German soldier stood up.
The whole person parried the 98K rifle and was split into two halves.
Then, the opponent team member who should be of vampire blood also appeared in the position like a ghost.
It had some strange-shaped knives in its hands. After a flash of cold light at an alarming speed, a German corporal's head was separated from his neck and he flew up high.
Damn it! What a quick knife.
Then, an Oriental man holding a shotgun successfully came up while firing; during this period, he was hit by at least three or four shots in the chest and abdomen of his body.
What makes people speechless is that this man actually acts like nothing is serious.
Every time he was shot, his body just swayed for a moment, as if nothing else happened.
After the middle-aged man from the East finished all the bullets in the shotgun in his hand, he just rushed into the trench and smashed the shotgun in his hand.
Then, he lowered his head like a bull with red eyes.
He hit a German soldier on the head with his head and immediately knocked the opponent far away, as if he had been hit by a large Mercedes-Benz truck.
Then, when the three men began to move along the trench, they were like wild boars rushing into a vegetable field, and they began to kill wildly and unstoppably.
Serchiski knew that the front line would soon fall into hand-to-hand combat.
Without their timely support, especially the support from the powerful bloodline men, it would be absolutely impossible to hold on.
As for the loss of the position and the failure of this battle, this is a result that is absolutely unacceptable to the entire Bolan team.
So under the stimulation of such a battle situation, the Bolan team also went crazy at this moment.
At the moment when the leader rushed out, Serchiski immediately unleashed his rudimentary Khajiit bloodline, causing the word "王" to appear faintly on his forehead.
Then, an extremely bloody hand-to-hand battle between the two sides began on the front line...
Under the explosion of power after going berserk, Xu Feng, who had been injured in the past day, felt extremely relaxed.
There is no longer that sense of weakness that makes all the bones in the body hurt if I move even a little bit.
Not to mention the dizziness that occurs from time to time due to severe anemia.
Of course, the most wonderful thing is that in his last remaining shred of reason, he can find that no one in front of him is his enemy.
Every time the ax was swung, the opponent felt blood splashing as his limbs were separated, which made the crazy killing intent in his heart feel extremely satisfying.
At this moment, he felt that he was an omnipotent god on the battlefield.
Only after he slashed diagonally with the axe, cutting off two-fifths of a German stick's head like cutting tofu.
Then he used his backhand axe, sweeping across a figure that rushed up quickly.
The opponent was not split in half as expected; instead, he successfully parried a medieval-style two-handed sword.
With the sound of metal hitting "Dang~", the bodies of both of them were suddenly stunned.
Then, under the stimulation of failing to kill his opponent, the last trace of clarity in Xu Feng's head disappeared.
He waved the 'Odin's Axe - Imitation' desperately with both hands, attacking rather than defending, and pounced on him, with only one simple thought left in his mind: hack this bastard to death.
Facing the crazy opponent in front of him, Serchisky frowned heavily.
Damn it! Things like the bloodline of the berserker, especially the fearless fighting style after entering the berserk state, are really very troublesome.
It's just that someone must stop him, otherwise these things will be like a battlefield meat grinder, completely smashing the fighting formation and fighting will of our personnel.
As a result, under the crazy collision between the two people, the sound of "dang dang dang~" sounded like iron.
At the same time, the people around them stayed away from them, because as long as they came closer, they would be immediately killed by the impact of those two heavy weapons...
In contrast, AT met an opponent with a Western foil sword in his hand.
It is the kind of weapon in the movie "Zorro" that has a long and slender shape and can only hurt opponents by assassination, but not by chopping.
Immediately from such a strange weapon, I realized something:
Damn it! That grandson of the system is a bit too screwed up.
This time the mission in Volgograd is not only a team battle, but also a team battle involving several teams; they suddenly appeared at this critical moment, isn't this fatal?
AT even thought of a key point.
Both sides should have exploded with bloodline power during this period of time.
But in comparison, the time it takes for the opposing team to explode their bloodline power should be slightly later than theirs, which means they can last longer.
So here’s the question?
With up to 4 minutes left, he must kill this thing. Otherwise, once the weak period after the bloodline bursts, he will not be an opponent at all.
After thinking of this, AT burst out as fast as he could, trying to move around his opponent and find an opportunity to strike.
What left him speechless was that his opponent could actually keep up with his movements.
And it was the foil sword in his hand. After performing a series of sword foils that dazzled him, before AT could react, he stabbed his lower abdomen with the sword.
Suddenly, the 12 mm thick bulletproof insert on the lower abdomen of the AT seemed to have no effect at all under such a thin sword tip.
It was like tissue paper and it was easily pierced, leaving a deep wound.
That is to say, the vampire bloodline of AT is also strong enough in terms of being beaten. If it were a normal person, it would just die in this way.
As long as the blood core is not penetrated, if the stomach is stabbed, just do it.
After receiving such a blow, AT quickly stepped back, the expression on his face becoming more solemn.
There is no doubt! The opponent is actually the owner of the bloodline of the Vampire Clan, and the thin sword in his hand is also produced by the system, at least of green quality or above.
Otherwise, there is no reason to explain the unscientific sharpness of this thing.
And after a single confrontation, the result of injuring the enemy was achieved. The blond member of the Bolan team raised the Western foil sword in front of his face in a rather arrogant manner.
While raising his sword in front of AT, his legs seemed to be loaded with springs, showing an extremely flexible pace at a distance of two or three meters.
Finally, with a mocking look on his face, he licked the blood from the tip of the sword.
After forcing himself to add so much drama, he said in English with great arrogance:
"Orientals, please remember that the person who killed you was Simon from the Polish team, a professional, powerful and destined to be a world-class fencer in the future.
That's right! Don't think about how you can retaliate against me based on this bit of information after arriving in the modern plane. You won't have such a chance."
Faced with the swagger of the goods in front of him, AT rushed forward without saying a word.
A second or two later, the fencer Simon from the Polish team looked at a huge wound on his chest and abdomen with great surprise.
After the blood core was split into two halves, the whole body looked up and fell like a piece of wood with a horrified expression.
Before dying completely, I heard this sentence:
"You are indeed a stupid donkey from the Blue Team. Why are you doing so many fancy moves during the fight? Do you really think you are competing or performing?"
AT, who cursed like this, continued to pounce on the next opponent, which was a bearded member of the Blue Team.
In the previous time, he was wielding a large steel hammer in his hand, and every time he swung it, a Maozi warrior with a bayonet fell down with his muscles and bones shattered.
In the blink of an eye, several people fell down around them, blocking a gap in the front line.
Those guys with Mosin-Nagant rifles would not be able to charge forward at all.
Upon seeing this, AT bit his lip hard and faced an opponent who must have dwarven blood.
The reason why he had to bite his lower lip was that the young white-collar worker couldn't bear the temptation of Simon, who was so awesome just now, and was now bleeding.
The blood of such a strong bloodline seems to contain something more powerful than that of ordinary people, and it is too tempting for him.
On the other hand, it was not as easy as AT said to deal with Simon in just one encounter.
Now on the left chest, after being directly pierced, the stabbing sword hanging on it is the price paid by AT.
At the same time, he looked at the battlefield that had become a mass.
After Fei Falcon and Xiling looked at each other, they did not pick up a new Mosin-Nagant rifle and continued to look for opportunities to fire.
The main reason is that in the current battle between the enemy and ourselves, their marksmanship will cause accidental injuries.
So after they could no longer safely fire black guns, the two of them took out the four-edged bayonets from the bayonet belts at their waists and installed them with a click.
Then, with two Maozi soldiers who helped load the ammunition, they joined the battle...
*******
"What the hell! The situation is not good~" Jason muttered this sentence silently.
In the first second, he finally let go of his own hands, because a member of the unknown team he was riding under, a member of Lang Ran's bloodline, had already been strangled to death by him.
Then, when Jason tried to stand up, he staggered and half-knelt on the ground.
Mainly because when he suppressed the opponent, the opponent burst out with a pair of big fists of werewolf blood, and fought back desperately despite the danger of death.
Those heavy fists almost knocked out poor Jason's waist, heart, liver, spleen and stomach, all of which were knocked out on the spot.
Therefore, Jason could only sit down on the ground and take a few breaths before talking.
In fact, the moment the bloodline broke out, Jason took a careful look at the 4-hour countdown in Chase's mind.
If he remembered correctly, the time at that time was 1 hour, 47 minutes and 46 seconds.
Now, it is 1 hour, 43 minutes and 11 seconds.
In other words, within 25 seconds, the time for these people's bloodline to explode will be over, and they will become weak chickens.
So in the remaining 25 seconds, is it possible for them to capture the first position on Mamayev Heights?
It was impossible. After taking a look around the situation, Jason muttered helplessly, "The situation is not good."
Because in his observation, everything is not so beautiful.
One of Xu Feng's left arms was cut off at shoulder level; now he was wielding an ax with one hand and continued to blacksmith with his opponent.
The only good thing is that his opponent didn't fare well either.
Not only was the helmet on his head smashed to pieces, but there was also a cut on the left side of his face that looked like a child's mouth. It looked like it was quite painful.
In the case of AT, he is vomiting blood while fighting.
As for Feifan and Black Chinese Medicine, Jason looked around so hurriedly that he didn't see where the people were, and he didn't know if they were dead now.
Xiling, a young man from the Northeast region, had successfully caught his eye. He was now limping on one leg and was being chased and beaten by two members of the opposing team.
Those two members should also be strong bloodline men, and Xiling's resistance was quite easy in a two-on-one situation.
As for the translator, his performance was actually a bit better than Jason expected.
After all, his "Basic Body Refining Technique" is far less effective than bloodline power, and he doesn't know how long it will take to catch up.
But at this moment, the translator has shown another way to make the system stronger, which is also a good choice.
With an engineering shovel in his hand, the translator was able to defeat a strong opponent who was supposed to be of kobold blood.
It's a pity that it's just a matter of not falling behind.
As for a socially awkward person like Da Liang, I can only say that he died a heroic death.
The chest and back are each supported by a 98K rifle with a rifle. If this is not a heroic death, what else can it be called?
Anyway, after looking around like this, Jason was almost completely desperate.
Because Mamayev's German soldiers on the second and third line positions have now come to support one by one, Maozi's side has gradually fallen into a disadvantageous situation.
Although Mao Zi's side still had about a company of troops, they were driven towards the front line after arriving at the battlefield.
But their current location has not even reached the foot of the mountain, so they are obviously a little behind.
Based on the above circumstances, Jason didn't know what kind of miracle he could find to make them stand up.
Then, Maozi's side used their unique fighting methods to let Jason know how these so-called fighting nations came back to win the battle under such circumstances.
Because suddenly, there was a rustling sound in Jason's ears.
Then, from the position next to Jason, a man carrying a Motorola walkie-talkie and a super phone-like talker on his shoulder came out with this voice:
"Hey, can you hear me?
This is the front command headquarters. We have assembled five Katyusha rocket artillery regiments on the east coast. Please report immediately whether fire support is needed and the specific strike coordinates."
At this moment, Jason had no time to calculate any specific coordinates.
Even in the artillery fire, I didn't have time to think too much about whether people like myself could survive.
He was just like those great ancestors in old movies; the fake foreign devil picked up the intercom and roared:
"For the sake of our great motherland, for Comrade Steel, and for the purpose of destroying all evil traitors, and planting bright flags all over the land, please fire at me immediately~"
Finally, after the 5-minute blood burst time was over, Jason suddenly felt a huge sense of weakness and fell down like a puddle of mud.
It looked like there were meteors in the sky, and the dense rockets were hitting the position.
With an indescribable sense of joy, Jason began to wait for the verdict of fate.
It must be an illusion. Anyway, at this moment, the fake foreign devil sounded a familiar BGM in his ears: "Katyusha stood on the steep shore, and her song was like a bright spring~"
God knows what happened, but Jason opened his mouth and started singing along.
The front line of Mamayev Ridge was filled with an indescribable and strange feeling.
PS: Damn it! It’s the coldest day of the year, and even the children got a two-day holiday.
There is no heating or air conditioning at home, and I froze like a dog when I was typing; so brothers, I will only update this chapter today, which is 5,700 words, so it should be understandable.
In addition, since the warehouse manager will not be able to register in the near future, I would like to say a few words about your bloodline.
Ordinarily, you have been working hard for so long, and everyone should arrange a bloodline for you; but the bloodline you requested is too biased, and is not conducive to system setting.
If you really want to set it up like this, then you won't even have "six-eared macaques".
So in a word, I will arrange a 'junior Vajra bloodline' for you, the kind that beats your chest on the rooftop; if it works, I will arrange it, but if it doesn't, your luck may continue to stink.
The above nonsense is not worth money, thank you all.