Superman of the American Comics

Boom!

The blazing white energy as bright as electric light poured on the "tank class" soldiers in allied uniforms.

The latter's shoulder was like being hit by a shell, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, and the white bone stubble was exposed, which was particularly frightening.

However, the "tank class" allied soldier did not fall, but rushed towards the enemy like a bull.

Dong!

The two figures rolled into a ball and wrestled with each other.

Compared with the "tank class" of the third empire, the Allied soldiers were more rough and thick, and could carry the output of the other party.

He hugged the enemy's waist, and his companion rushed up, firmly stuck his neck and twisted it!

As if picking fruit from a tree, the fragile neck bone was directly broken, and blood came out like a fountain.

His strong body fell to the ground with a bang.

The fierce battle began five minutes ago.

The ziglind battle group of three and the Allied soldiers of six met on the necessary street to reach the Arc de Triomphe.

Unexpected encounter, direct outbreak!

The strengthening direction of the Allied side is heavy soldiers.

Focus on transforming the body and enhancing defense.

Accordingly, the means of energy attack is weakened and the lethality is reduced.

The "tank class" soldiers made by the Third Reich are more comprehensive.

They have more time to master their own capabilities, and their overall combat power is higher than that of the allies.

Therefore, Luke will arrange a team of six and try to avoid fighting alone.

Boom!

A huge explosion sounded!

Seeing their compatriots killed, the remaining two "tank level" soldiers made waves together, and the dazzling light covered the whole street.

The strong air current is like a whirlwind, blowing down the street lights on the street.

The terrible energy is like an overwhelming torrent of electricity and light, pouring out in an instant!

The Allied soldiers who had just broken the enemy's neck could not dodge for a moment and could not be covered.

No matter how rough and fleshy he was, he could not resist such a fierce attack.

In an instant, the whole person was skinned at high temperature, leaving only a charred skeleton.

"Retreat!"

The leader of the six person team quickly dodged back to avoid being affected.

Their advantage is the number of people and defense, and they can fight against the "tank class" of the third empire.

Once you fall into an energy adverse situation, you have to retreat in time - this is Luke's plan.

In his original words, it means "no rules to deal with Na purists, just go together".

However, when the situation is bad, we should also know how to retreat strategically and not rush blindly.

"I'll help!"

Before the Allied team, which had lost one person, withdrew from the street, the tall figure in the uniform of the Star Spangled Banner appeared behind him.

"Follow me!"

Rogers stood in front with the vibrating gold shield, striding forward like a Spartan warrior guarding the hot spring pass.

The powerful breaking light poured on the round shield like a tide, but did not cause the slightest damage.

"Luke is right. As long as I raise my shield, the enemy's attack will focus on one point and will not attack other vital points on me."

Rogers broke through the joint force of two "tank level" soldiers, sent waves, and rushed in front of him in one phase.

The metal shield draws an arc from bottom to top, just like a powerful lower hook to fly the enemy in front.

Then rogers took a dragon strike and kicked the unresponsive German soldiers.

The other party's abdomen contracted, bent like a dragon and shrimp, rolled and smashed into the glass window beside the street.

"Don't scatter, go to the next street and meet the others!"

Easy to get rid of two enemies, Rogers turned and said.

The tactics they adopted were a team of six, forming a siege in batches and advancing towards the Arc de Triomphe.

The Allied soldiers nodded and withdrew from the street in order.

"Another enemy is coming."

Someone warned.

Not far away, three figures in German uniforms came quickly.

"I can handle it!"

Rogers grinned and clenched the gold shield with his right hand.

Hot energy erupted in his eyes.

……

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"I don't know what's going on with Steve, but don't just run into zieglender. That German woman is not a role to mess with."

Luke was walking on the wide street leading to star square. He wanted to see how strong "warship class" soldiers could be.

He didn't form a team with other allied soldiers and walked alone.

The only U.S. captain who can fight zieglender, as a raider, wandered around to solve those "tank level" German soldiers and form a complete encirclement.

According to the intelligence of the strategic science corps, there is only one "warship class" in Paris. If it is surrounded by the number of people and Rogers, it may be able to get rid of each other - this is the plan of the allied command.

In their eyes, Luke played a more command role.

It's not very realistic to defeat a "warship class" in front.

"Hmm? He came to me on his own initiative."

Suddenly, Luke stopped and a strong sense of war rose in his eyes.

He heard a strong heartbeat, like beating a drum.

"Zieglind?"

At the end of the street, a vigorous figure appeared under the night sky.

The well pressed German uniform outlined women's exaggerated lines.

The golden braid is windless and automatic, just like getting rid of gravity.

"Allied Superman?"

Zieglind's voice was a little hoarse, and his sharp eyes stabbed Luke, as if to see through the man.

"I thought you should be older, not like a boy scout."

"A guy named Julian said something similar to you, and then - he died."

Luke's mouth tilted, without the slightest nervous gesture of facing the enemy.

He felt a vigorous and powerful vitality from zieglind, like a flaming fireball, releasing amazing light.

Is a worthy opponent!

"In advance, I'm definitely not a rude man who likes to fight women, but I don't have to pay so much attention on the battlefield, do you think so?"

Luke walked slowly and forcefully every step as if he had accumulated strength.

The solid ground trembled slightly and opened fine cracks like cobwebs.

"I just hope you don't cry like a woman, brigadier general."

Zieglind's eyes were slightly hot and filled with white light.

Like a ball of lightning, the energy and light burst out and went straight to Luke coming towards her.

The latter did not choose hard block and sidestepped away from the attack.

The terrible energy poured into the streets, forming an explosive strong air wave and turning into a hot night wind.

"It's almost the lethality of a rocket. It can't cause fatal damage to me."

Luke made a rough judgment and covered his skin.

Then, he stepped heavily and hit the skill cooled zieglind.

The amazing speed makes the dark red cloak hunt and turn into a residual shadow.

Luke clenched his right hand, his muscles twisted into a ball, making a slight sound like explosion.

Enough to break through the heavy fist of the tank, aim at zieglind's beautiful face and smash it mercilessly!

"Great strength! I like muscle type!"

Zieglind captured Luke's moving track. Instead of choosing to defend blindly like Julian of "tank class", she opened her palm and firmly grasped the heavy fist that fell.

Dong!

It's like the shaking sound of metal collision!

The terrible force was like a shell, all of which burst into zieglind's palm.

Her body shook violently, and the German uniform wrapped around her arm was torn and scattered into flying debris.

The ground on which both legs are based collapses even more!

A cloud of dust rises and forms a thick smoke curtain!

"It's my turn!"

Zieglind's lips spilled a trace of blood. It's not easy to stop the punch.

However, the "warship class" female soldier did not have the slightest intention of retreat in her eyes, but took the initiative to attack.

A powerful knee hit it, like a loaded bullet, fast and violent!

"How close!"

Luke's eyes coagulated, as if he had expected in advance. His subconscious block came down, and his arm was numb with shock.

At this time, without pity, he pinched zieglind's wrist, twisted his body, recorded a demerit and fell on his shoulder, smashing the other party to the ground.

Boom!

The concrete blocks sputtered like a rainstorm, and zieglind was deeply embedded in the road, pressing out a human shape.