"Grass. There are also cannonballs. Everyone, hurry up and get ashore. Otherwise we will all hang here." Ling Yun spat. The cold river water almost made his limbs numb.
The planes are roaring, the artillery shells are roaring, and the bullets are screaming.
The turbid waves were surging into the sky. Everyone was beaten by the waves, and they finally climbed up to the shore.
"How is everyone doing?" Ling Yun yelled into the voice intercom.
"It's okay. It's just that it consumes too much physical energy..." Usually these guys' game perception is only 50 or 60. No wonder they are so struggling in such a high-perception dungeon.
There was another loud noise. A cannonball exploded around everyone. The powerful explosion shock wave was seven feet wide.
The breast flap flew out. The call was cut off.
Damn it. This mission is really difficult. After wiping the mud and water on his face, Ling Yun climbed into the crater just now. "Everyone, please pay attention to concealment first. Wait until the enemy's firepower is reduced. We will take action."
Dense shells were ravaging every inch of Stalingrad. Ling Yun and the others were suffering terribly. Most of their blood bottles were consumed. They were not playing a copy of the game. They were clearly used as cannon fodder.
The bombardment lasted for half an hour. Ling Yun and the others seemed to be standing on the edge of the gate of hell. They could become the devils in hell at any time.
The bombardment finally stopped. Ling Yun crawled out of the crater. He was covered in mud and his black face was as black as Zhang Fei in life.
Ximen Chuipao waved to everyone. "Hurry up. Follow us. We don't have much time."
Ling Yun and others came closer and opened the electronic map. The target point flashed with golden light.
Seven feet big.
He was wearing a helmet with a Nazi symbol on it. There were several bullet holes on it. It looked very funny.
"I just stole this from a German soldier. It has pretty good properties."
Nazi helmet (dungeon prop)
Defense +30
Strength +10
Head damage reduced by 50%
Requirements: Use only in this copy.
Everyone smiled. Under the leadership of Ling Yun, they moved forward cautiously.
Climb over two low walls and get into the dilapidated building. Here, the building is the best bunker. If you want to stroll on the streets of Stalingrad, unless you are a tank.
The building is full of scattered furniture and debris. Sometimes you can see a few corpses that are still warm and the blood has not dried up. The scene is extremely tragic.
Li Jing's face was pale. She drank enough river water just now. Now that she saw the dead body, she almost vomited out the gall. If she had known that the dungeon was so difficult, she would not have come in even if she was killed.
Except for Ling Yun, Qi Chi** and Ximen Chui Pao, Lina and Li Jing had never seen such a battle before. They were highly nervous. Their whole bodies were covered in sticky cold sweat. They could not hold the guns in their hands.
"Shh... everyone, slow down." Ling Yun stopped.
Intense gunshots came from directly ahead. It could be heard that dozens of people were exchanging fire.
What should I do? The four of them looked at Ling Yun with questioning eyes.
"Kill." Ling Yun slowly spit out one word.
In front of the building is a small square. Looking out from the broken window, there are hundreds of people fighting.
"Don't worry." Ling Yun grabbed Linna who came forward with a gun. He looked at the surrounding terrain. "We can go around the building behind the enemy and get behind the enemy."
Everyone cast approving glances at Ling Yun. When it comes to street fighting, no one is more proficient than Ling Yun, the ace agent.
"Damn Russians. They are still so stubborn when they have no bullets." A Nazi officer couldn't help but cursed and changed the pistol bullets in his hand.
Suddenly he felt itching on his neck. He couldn't help but turn his head. He was frightened out of his mind. A black gun muzzle was pressed against his head.
"Hi. Hello." Ling Yun greeted with a smile. The Desert Storm in his hand was spitting out flames.
.1048. The Nazi officer slowly fell down with a big golden fatal injury.
Ding. The current task progress is 49/50.
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard behind them. All the Nazi soldiers turned around.
"The delicious feast has begun." The Desert Storm in Ling Yun's hand began its performance.
The AK47 in Ximen Chuipao's hand has long been thirsty. "Damn German little devils. Go to hell."
The AK47 in his hand directly smashed the heads of a row of guys to pieces. The helmets fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
Seven feet big.
The breasts were holding an M4A1. The guys in Lina and Li Jing's hands were not vegetarians either. In the blink of an eye, a dozen Nazi soldiers died.
The Nazi soldiers were stunned by the powerful firepower in front of them. They were stunned. What kind of weapon was this? Is there any equipment more advanced than their own country? When the Soviet soldiers saw the reinforcements arriving, their morale increased greatly and they rushed forward bravely.
In less than ten minutes, all the Nazi soldiers turned into corpses. Mission completed 24/50.
Ling Yun discovered an interesting problem. The health points of these Nazi soldiers were only about 600 points, and the health points of the officers were only 800 points. The enemies were very fragile, but the attack power of the firearms in their hands was amazing.
At this time, a Russian officer ran over. When he saw Ling Yun and others, he immediately gave a standard military salute. "Sergeant Naganev of the 36th Commando of the 7th Infantry Division has met all the officers."
Sir, Ling Yun smiled secretly in his heart and pretended to return a military salute. "Sergeant, how is the situation in the city?"
"Sir, it's very bad." Nagaev wiped the sweat from his face. "I heard that the enemy's 38th Motorized Infantry Regiment has entered the city. Now the soldiers are very short of ammunition. In addition to the arms The bank is in a hurry. The situation is getting more and more unfavorable to us."
It's worse than imagined. Ling Yun frowned. "Sergeant, how many people are left in your team?"
"Reporting to the commander, there are 14 of them. Two of them are seriously injured." Naganev wiped the sweat from his face.
"Okay. Bring the people with fighting ability and follow me to support the arsenal." Ling Yun glanced at everyone. The mission is still important.
"As ordered, sir." Nagaev turned around and ran towards his team.
The Battle of Stalingrad has entered a stalemate. Every street and every building has become a target for both sides. The entire Stalingrad is a giant meat grinder, throwing every living life into it.
The group of people marched towards the arsenal. The march went quite smoothly. They only encountered some small groups of enemies along the way. With Lingyun's experience in modern warfare and the use of cross-era weapons, they easily annihilated them all.
The experience given by the enemies in the dungeon is quite generous. It is 500 for ordinary soldiers and 800 for officers. You can also get corresponding reputation points by killing each enemy. It is really a good place to upgrade. Unfortunately, you cannot summon pets.
Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, two hours have flown by quietly.
"Report to the commander. A large number of enemy troops have been discovered ahead." The scout hurried back.
"About how many." Ling Yun felt his right eyelid twitch.
"The number of enemies is unknown. They have built fortifications in the front. There are four tanks beside them."
"Tank. Let's go take a look." Ling Yun felt that the situation was serious.
After passing a few buildings, a suspension bridge appeared in front of you.
