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Not only that, if someone can now open the God's perspective, they will be able to find that apart from the armored units that have entered the battlefield, the mechanized troops on the entire snow field have been mobilized.

They were originally scattered all over the snowy area, and the distance between them was extremely far away. Even if support was needed, they should be the last unit to be mobilized.

But at this moment, there was no delay between these mechanized troops. The moment the red alert sounded, the troops had already fully responded to the commander's order, and at the same time broke out of camp and moved closer to the target location.

A torrent, a torrent that only Hou Dao himself can see, is taking shape on the snow field, and countless branch lines are moving, and they are about to merge into the main trunk.

It can be said that at this time Hou Dao has already taken out all his family assets, from the most basic mobilization unit to the current only one magnetic energy tank.

These armaments were the war hammers he was going to use to attack Pevek, but now Hou Dao threw them into this battlefield without blinking an eye.

Just kidding, how capable is Pevek?Can there be a previous generation of hostile players strong?

As for the importance, there is no way to compare.

Judging from the current situation, this guy who looks like a God of War player is at least lacking in strength, and he is not as capable as the real Kratos.

But he is a player after all, and Hou Dao understands how powerful a player's growth potential is.

So here, even if he directly spends all his wealth, even if the attack on Pevek is directly postponed for more than half a year, he has to fight this battle hard.

"As long as you don't retreat and choose to fight to the end here, then I will definitely accompany you to the end."

Hou Dao looked at the screen solemnly, only he could see the entire interface, a large number of combat units with rich combat experience were constantly decreasing, and the raw ore he had collected before was also declining rapidly.

He is transforming all his resources into immediate troops, even if he is dying of distress now, it is impossible to take half a step back.

"If you're capable, you've eaten up all my troops, and you've even held down the Wendigo!

"If you have the ability, you can spend it with me here, until I drive the MCV and run you over!"

……

Shells flew across the battlefield, explosions, fragments, and metal jets made this place a purgatory that no one should enter.

But right at the center of the explosion, the angry man still survived. He roared and let out a battle cry that no one could understand, and rushed towards those chariots against the gunfire.

Zhdanov was able to stand up by himself at this time, and he couldn't help but lower his breath, looking at the battlefield like killing a god.

The chariots in the front line also didn't stop. Facing the man's charge, they also responded with their own rotating tracks.

As for friendly firepower, even if these chariots had entered the range of firepower strikes, the shells flying down like thunderstorms did not stop.

The tank, walking side by side with Huo Yu, was about to crucify the man in front of him beyond the first line of defense.

After these tanks, Zhdanov could already see batches of soldiers in army coats starting to build defense lines on the spot, as if they were going to engage in a protracted trench warfare here.

These defense lines were extremely close, and some of them were even within the effective killing range of the artillery shells, but these soldiers seemed not to care about all this, just holding steel guns in their hands and preparing to fight.

"Comrades! Our task is to gain 5 minutes to recharge the magnetic defense line!"

A man dressed in slightly different clothes stood inside the line of defense. His voice was surprisingly loud, as if he was talking loudly directly in people's ears. Even though Zhdanov was already hundreds of meters away from him, in On this battlefield full of artillery fire, he could also hear this man's voice.

This made Zhdanov turn his attention away from the ghostly man and look at the officer.

The officers in the line of defense wore an open windbreaker, which was similar to a military uniform. Instead of a steel helmet and a gas mask, they wore a wide-brimmed military cap with a blue brim.

"If the tank's line is breached, I will lead the comrades of the first squad to guard at the first turning point, and then the team will line up backwards! The comrades of the last squad will press the detonation button when the entire defense line is breached!

"Our task is very simple! Let the magnetic storm infantry complete the charge for the magnetic energy coil!"

The content of the words was very simple, but his tone was sonorous and powerful. Just listening to Zhdanov, he felt that some confusion and fear in his heart disappeared, and a surge of strength surged in his spirit, which made him want to Put into this dangerous line of defense.

This seems to be an officer used to maintain morale. Zhdanov admits that this is indeed useful, but he doesn't quite understand whether it is really necessary to maintain morale for these soldiers who dare to charge against artillery?

As a native of Terra, Zhdanov certainly didn't know what this officer's abilities were.

Even as players, they wouldn't think of what kind of unit this is, after all, the combat units in the Red Police really lock morale.

However, as a commander, Hou Dao knows it well. This officer unit is a special unit called a political commissar. If its function is reflected in its attributes, it can increase the experience of the troops he manages by one level within a certain period of time.

This is indeed not a unit within the Red Alert, but its appearance here seems particularly reasonable.

The battle line is constantly being pushed forward, Biliero's anger is burning, and it has brought him endless power.

Those tanks coming towards him were directly blocked by him, and even the tanks couldn't push the God of War player, but he kept pushing him backwards.

"Death to me!"

Using both arms, the rhino tank was thrown directly by him, and was cut by the two short knives before it landed.

The blazing short knife containing anger broke through the defense of the rhino tank, and after penetrating into it, it directly triggered the explosion inside the tank.

But after this tank and its crew are killed and scrapped, several other tanks will fill the vacancy. The short-range artillery, coaxial machine gun, and even the vehicle-mounted machine gun that the commander needs to leave the compartment to use are all at the moment. He spat out his tongue of fire.

If a tank has all its ammunition fired, they will drive the tank directly into Biliero, turning themselves into the last shells.

Annoyed, utterly annoyed echoed in Bilieluo's heart.

Even though he was now dismantling the tank with his bare hands, killing soldiers was like killing chickens, but he still felt extremely annoyed and disappointed as his fist hit the cotton.

Because he understood that the people he killed were meaningless existences, because they were just clones in the arsenal, mass-produced goods in the heavy workshop.

Their existence has no reason or meaning, and killing them can't really hit the player sitting in the command room.

It is also the inexplicable sense of frustration that makes Biliero feel extremely disgusted with RTS game players and turn-based strategy players.

Especially these things, which in his opinion were lumps of meat and iron, blocked his footsteps, which made him even more mad.

"enough!"

Biliero's gums were exposed and his saliva was flying. He threw his two knives into the ground and landed in front of the chassis of the two tanks.

Afterwards, Lei Mang lit up from both arms, and the power of Zeus, the father of the gods, crawled on the chains made by the soul, and collided with the flames on the double knives, bursting out a strong current that could melt the chassis of the rhino tank.

I don't know if someone heard Biliero's roar. After the wreckage of the two tanks fell to the ground, Biliero suddenly found that the shelling stopped suddenly.

When the smoke dispersed, an equally burly figure walked out of the battle line, holding a heavy shield and a spear, and looked like a man-eating evil ghost.

The Patriot Bojocasti, who belonged to the Reunification Movement, has finally arrived at the front.

"Yes! Yes, yes!" When Bilero saw this figure, he immediately cheered loudly: "This is right! This is the kind of war that should happen! It would be more realistic to have some real characters!"

Bilero was so excited that he even felt that he was bleeding from the nose due to being too excited, but it didn't matter anymore.

He was tired of it after fighting soulless creatures for so long.

He raised his two knives and hit each other on the top of his head, provoking the burly man.

Then Pillero bent over like a tiger tensing its muscles.

He was ready to roar, to charge, to open his bloody mouth to bite those flesh and blood!

"God of Players: Get out of here, Bilero."

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Chapter 179 They Have Their Own Souls

A howl like a wounded beast echoed in the battlefield, full of grief and pain.

Bodrokasti's mask covered his expression, but anyone with a discerning eye could still tell that the captain of Ursus had some understanding of what had just happened.

Because just now, in front of everyone's eyes, that arrogant man turned around and ran away.

Only the bomb craters everywhere and the main battlefield that has been cut off by several meters are left.

It is difficult to understand, and somewhat difficult to accept.

The rain of fire in the sky did not make him turn back, and the explosion that collapsed in the sky did not stop his footsteps. When facing the collision of flesh and steel, he also did not retreat a step.

Even if it was the enemy he had to face, Bozhuo Kasti felt a kind of enthusiasm in his heart for a long time.

Perhaps it was because the enemy was strong enough to inspire the fighting blood of Wendigo, the survivor of Sarkaz, allowing him to enjoy the real joy of fighting.

Or maybe it was because Bozhuo Kasti stepped onto his battlefield again and got the comrades he had won in the past.

In any case, Bodrokasti is ready to fight, not only for himself, but also for the ally of the ferin beast, and for the brave and fearless soldiers on this battlefield.

Then, when Bo Zhuokas raised his shield and started charging towards the enemy, the opponent turned around and ran away?

What are you kidding? !

That was definitely not seduction, it was just running away without looking back in the true sense!

This weird feeling almost made Bozhuo Kasti gasp for breath, just like holding a large piece of steamed bread and stuffing it into his mouth. When he was about to chew hard, he found that it was a piece of cotton at all. sugar.

Bozhuo Casti was not the only one who felt unacceptable, in fact, there was another person who was also furious.

That is Hou Dao standing in the MCV.

Hou Dao is now jumping up and down in the bridge, trying to push all the things that are on the table and have not been fixed to the ground.

Glass water glasses, microphones, ashtrays, folders... Hou Dao pushed them to the ground in a sloppy manner, and stood on top of them, yelling and cursing loudly.

"Coward! What a pure coward!

"What does it mean for you to run away?! Eat so many soldiers from me, and then just throw your ass and run away when there is a match!

"It's because you still put on the arrogant posture of a wolf with a big tail, and you still have Kui Ye's skin and abilities, so that's it?!

"Ahhhhh! I really fell for your evil tricks, I will swallow your horse alive!"

Hou Dao is of course very angry and annoyed, on the one hand, because Hou Dao is more or less emotional about the game God of War.

As an old player who has been exposed to God of War 2 since the PS1 era, God of War, the first ACT game for middle-aged people, left a deep impact on him.

Then, right in front of my eyes, a hostile player from the previous generation, wearing Kratos's appearance and using Kratos' abilities, ran away when the fight with him reached a fever pitch? !

Who can accept this?

On the other hand, it's also because if we can't win this game, then if the opponent changes the form of attack and starts fighting guerrillas on the snow, then our side will simply suffer a loss.

Unless someone from the other hero group arrives at the scene, otherwise, with the individual quality of the opponent, it is completely possible to completely interfere with all his next plans.

Just like those Ursus guards.

This was originally a good opportunity, but it's a pity that the hostile player is still strong enough, as long as he wants to leave, no one can stop him.

After some incompetent rage, Hou Dao also gradually calmed down. While ordering the troops to reorganize and return to prepare for the early attack on Pevek, he began to sort out the things that happened today.

"The anger on that guy's face doesn't look fake, otherwise his acting skills wouldn't be described as superb."

Hou Dao lowered his head and licked his thigh vigorously: "Then that means..."

Involuntary?Hou Dao closed his mouth and added this sentence in his heart.

If this is the case, it also confirms what Lin Luo made before - the resurrection of hostile players from the previous generation must be supported by pirated players.

And this kind of support has also become a shackles for these previous generation hostile players.

It's just that Hou Dao still doesn't dare to make a judgment at the moment. Do these hostile players of the previous generation have to obey the orders of the pirated players, or is it just a suggested command like the group of friends and Lin Luo?

If it is the latter, then the threat of the hostile player will be raised to another level. It is not an ordinary person who can obey the command and take care of the overall situation in such a state of extreme anger.

"Commander, we have contained an Ursus extreme weather surveyor."

A message from a frontline officer came through the communication, pulling Hou Dao out of his thoughts.

He took advantage of the situation to look at Zhdanov lying on the stretcher, and suddenly became curious: "Bring him back, it seems that the guy's target is him..."

……

Zhdanov looked at the crowd around him and was a little at a loss for a moment.

The battle started too quickly and ended too quickly. Although he should be glad that he is still alive now, but when he looked around carefully, he found that he had just stepped out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den?

Although he didn't know which unit the surrounding soldiers belonged to, Zhdanov still knew who the tall Wendigo was.

After all, the veterans back then had all seen the bravery of the heavily armored Wendigo, and when they arrived at the northern border, they naturally couldn't ignore the patriot Wendigo.

This patriot seems to be in an organization of infected people?And it's an armed group.

This made Zhdanov a little nervous. Under the exaggeration of the Ursus government, the infected people had a bad reputation. Even Zhdanov, a well-informed veteran, was a little frightened.

However, from his point of view, that Wendigo paid more attention to the battlefield and the steel chariots around him, not so much interest in such a small person as himself.

Isn't this pretty good... Zhdanov lay on a stretcher with his head covered, and brought the virtue of the Ursus people to enjoy themselves while suffering to the extreme.

Bozhuo Kasi stared at the battlefield silently, and the bullet craters in front of him were hideously all over the ground, like rotten sores covering the ground.

The smell of gunpowder smoke is strong, and some craters can faintly see smoke drifting away. If you look in other directions along these craters, you can see the wreckage and remains on the ground.

The remnants of the rhino tanks were lying there, and their appearance could still be regarded as complete, and the general outline and shape could be seen.

But other than that, there are more human corpses. On this battlefield, flesh and blood cannot have the treatment of keeping the whole body.