There were several heavy machine guns mounted on a bunker made of wooden fences, barbed wire, and several sandbags. There were dozens of German soldiers next to it. What's more terrible was that there were four tanks next to it. If you wanted to rush through, you would definitely have to pay a heavy price.
"Is there a road to the arsenal nearby?" Ling Yun looked solemn, he was in trouble now.
"Yes, there is a suspension bridge 20 miles ahead in the ten o'clock direction," Naganev said.
"Forget it, we don't have much time," Ling Yun waved his hand and turned to look at the people around him, "I wonder if anyone can do anything."
Everyone just shook their heads and smiled bitterly. To provoke those four tanks was like throwing an egg against a stone. They were not even eggs, they were just pigeon eggs at best. However, with high-explosive grenades and other things, they might be able to rush over.
"I have a way," Ling Yun said suddenly, "but everyone must obey my command."
The team was quickly assembled, and when everyone saw the four tanks, they all couldn't help but gasp.
"Sergeant, how many grenades does your team have?" Ling Yun's eyes scanned everyone in front of him.
Asked what he was doing, did he want to rush over here, what a madman... Sergeant Naganev simply did not dare to think about it, "5 grenades, 3 Molotov cocktails,"
"That's enough," Ling Yun said with a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Now assign the task: seven feet big. The four of you have agreed on the high-explosive grenades in your hands. Each of you will kill a tank. When the time comes, my grenade will be ready for the tanks that have not been destroyed. Don't panic, I will cover you when the time comes. "Yes, Sergeant Nagaev, if you have grenades and Molotov cocktails in your hands and you see the enemy's fortifications, come up to me." Ling Yun took out a smoke grenade and said, "Use the red smoke as the attack signal. Everyone, watch out. "
He patted the shoulders of Linna and the others, "I'm leaving, don't be nervous, this is just a game,"
"Brother Death, we believe in you, we will not embarrass you," said Seven Feet Da.
There were hot sparks in her breast eyes.
"I believe you too," Ling Yun smiled slightly and jumped out of the bunker.
The distance from the building to the bridge was about 200 meters. Ling Yun was crawling on the ground and moving forward step by step.
There were still 100 meters to go, and the atmosphere didn’t dare to come out. The symbols on the helmets of the Nazi soldiers could already be seen clearly.
This distance is enough. In reality, Lingyun's sprint speed of 100 meters is 12 seconds. With the agility bonus in the game, it is estimated that it can be even faster.
After taking out Desert Storm, the whole person gradually became quiet.
Poof, a concentrated blow.
, 626, with a sharp gunshot, a machine gunner on the opposite side had a blood hole between his eyebrows, and the helmet on his head flew to the side.
Beep beep...the warning horn sounded, countless long guns and short cannons were set up on the sandbag fortifications, and the muzzles of the tanks also turned around.
Whoosh, a black flash bomb flew over the fortification, its dazzling light was like a second sun hanging in the sky.
All the Nazi soldiers covered their eyes and fell to the ground. At this time, the group of guys hadn't seen anything clearly, and tears and noses couldn't help but burst out.
A black shadow rushed forward, Ling Yun ran forward quickly, carrying Desert Storm, sparks flashed, and at this time, there was a loud gunshot behind him, seven feet wide.
The sniper rifles of Ru and others also fired, and a large area of the enemy was instantly overturned.
Click, click, click, the heavy machine gun on the tank began to spit out tongues of fire, bullets struck like a violent storm, splashing large amounts of dust and white smoke on the ground.
Ling Yun held several instant blood bottles in his mouth, activated his stealth skills, and his figure disappeared into the air.
As for the people, it was a ghost. The Nazi soldiers were slightly startled.
Ling Yun's figure appeared behind them at some point. Desert Storm had already changed the magazine and was firing at them wildly.
"Kill that bastard for me, kill..." the Nazi officer roared. Just as he raised the command knife in his hand, he saw a figure flashing closer.
The "V"-shaped Nepalese military knife shone with blood in front of my eyes. I felt a chill in my throat. My eyes had strayed away from the front. I rolled a few times and saw the soil on the ground.
Ling Yun kicked the Nazi officer's head open, licked the blood on the blade, and the smoke bomb in his hand hissed, and a large cloud of red smoke rose into the sky, "Hey, the show has officially begun,"
Ling Yun activated the Rampage, Haste, and Phantom skills, and ran towards the bridge at lightning speed. There was an afterimage behind him. Apart from the flying bullets, only corpses were left on the ground.
The Nazi soldiers were so intoxicated by the tear gas smoke that they couldn't open their eyes, and they rushed out of the fortifications screaming and cursing.
Little did they know that the real God of Death had just arrived.
Because the red smoke seriously interfered with the sight of the Nazi soldiers, it was seven feet large.
He rushed out of the building, throwing away the grenades and Molotov cocktails in his hands as if they were free of charge.
"German kid, try your grandpa and my rockets," Ximen Chuipao took out the four-shot shoulder-fired rocket launcher, put it on his shoulder, turned on the sight, locked on the target, and decisively pulled the trigger.
The rockets roared out, trailing long tail flames and blowing a lot of smoke around them.
Naganev and the soldiers nearby had never seen such high-tech weapons before, and they were stunned. "Long live the great Soviet, long live the great Soviet,"
The violent explosion instantly turned the enemy's fortifications and tanks into a sea of flames. The four World War II tanks could not withstand the destruction of modern high-explosive grenades and rockets, and bright mushroom clouds rose up.
Ling Yun suddenly turned around, turned on the grenade mode of Desert Storm in his hand, and squeezed the trigger, "I'll give you some more ingredients."
Ding, destroy a tank and overcomplete the task. The reward will be 50,000 experience points and 100 reputation points.
Ding, destroy a tank and overcomplete the task. The reward will be 50,000 experience points and 100 reputation points.
…
It turns out that tanks are not included in the missions at all in this dungeon, because the player level is still very low, and destroying a tank is simply an impossible task.
The ground was shaking, and the violent explosion almost flattened the bridgehead.
Ling Yun lay on the ground, changed the magazine, opened the scope, and Desert Storm started singing again.
Nazi soldiers were burning with fire, and screams filled the sky.
The AK47 in Ximen Chuipao's hand was pointed or swept, killing the fish that slipped through the fire.
Li Jing gradually found the feeling, and the HK-MP5 in her hand became very sharp.
"Come on," seven feet big.
Holding the M4A1 in her hand, she rushed forward like a tiger or a wolf...
Blizzard Corporation of America, "Fantasy World" technical headquarters building.
The huge electronic screen played the scenes of Ling Yun and the others in the dungeon from all angles, and the hall was full of people.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the big screen quietly,
