"What's wrong. The combat power of these three guys is really too strong, and it's not a level that normal people can achieve.

Therefore, those Russian soldiers with Eastern Hosts are definitely core members of a certain team in the system; as for which team they are, I don’t know, who is the Eastern people who look similar.”

Seeing the battle situation that happened in front of the front line, the Russian side was advancing quickly.

At that time, Sechisky, who was still in the second-tier position, immediately said the above sentence with a serious expression on his face.

In this battle, the defensive position of the Bolan team was actually on the second line of defense.

Specifically, it was actually about 100 meters behind the first line of defense; they used a large number of frozen and hard-hardened Russian corpses to build a temporary line of defense 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 club also relied on such a three-dimensional defense line, and of course the power of the two Carl heavy mortars, repelled the attacks of the Russians again and again.

But this time, Secchisky felt that everything was different and a huge crisis was gradually coming.

On the one hand, at such a critical moment, the powerful support of those 600mm caliber Carl heavy mortars still did not appear on time.

Even at this time, as long as those two big guys came to the front of the position, they could cause the Russians who launched a intensive charge to suffer an astonishing loss.

Combined with the huge explosion that had been heard from Mamayevgang in the past, he thought with horror that such a heavily guarded artillery position had been destroyed in such a short time.

On the other hand, the offensive of the Russian side this time was much stronger.

It is just because there were a few more members of unknown teams in this attack.

However, the enhancement effect of the addition of these few people is far from being as simple as one plus one equals two. It can be said that there are qualitative changes.

What did you say? It was like a flock of sheep, there was a lion.

Under the leadership of the lion, their overall combat effectiveness has improved a bit terrifyingly.

In a blink of an eye, under the suppressed firepower provided by two snipers in the rear, the three bloodline powerhouses in the front were definitely rushing to the position now.

Think about it, if the position that their Bolan team had been holding on for a long time was taken back by the Russians, the system tasks in the second phase would be in vain again.

And I don’t know if there is still a chance to defeat Mamayevgang again.

Lord Serchisky, the commander of the Polan Team, had a cold sweat flowing down his head and immediately started yelling in his mouth:

"Heavy machine gunner, the sniper stays and continues to fire, don't worry about hurting the soldiers of this side by mistake; don't look at me so fussy, when is it now? I don't care about so many.

The rest of the people follow me, and we must not let the Russians seize the front line."

After saying that, Sechsky threw down an MP38 submachine gun in his hand, pulled out a big and heavy knight sword that had been tied behind him, and took the lead in rushing out like this.

There is no need to have a gun, because at this time, the process of the battle situation developing is too fast.

In the blink of an eye, in Secchisky's eyes, the unknown berserker holding a big axe in the Eastern Team.

He used the axe in his hand as a shield and had already successfully rushed into the front line.

Then, the axe the size of a millstone in his hand was swinging extremely easily, and a senior German stick stood up.

The whole person, together with the parry, was split into two halves.

Then, the opponent player who should be the vampire bloodline also appeared in the position like a ghost.

Its hand shape is a bit strange. After a flash of cold light at an astonishing speed, a corporal's head separated from his neck and flew up.

What a quick knife.

Then, an oriental man with a shotgun was successfully shot while firing; during the period, his chest and abdomen were at least three or four shots.

What makes people speechless is that this man has nothing to do with anything big.

After each shot, my body was just swaying, as if nothing else was happening.

After this middle-aged man from the East shot all the bullets of the shotgun in his hand, he rushed into the trenches and smashed the shotgun in his hand.

Then, he lowered his head, like a bull with red eyes.

When he faced a German stick soldier, he ran over and ran away; he immediately knocked his opponent away, as if he was hit by a Mercedes-Benz truck.

Then, when the three of them began to rush into the trench, like wild boars, and they started to slash and kill wildly.

Secchisky knew that the front-line positions were about to fall into hand-to-hand combat.

Without their timely support, especially the support of blood powerhouses, it would definitely be impossible to stick to it.

The loss of the position and the failure of this battle is simply a result that the Bolan team will never accept.

So under the stimulation of such a battle situation, the Bolan team went crazy at this moment.

The moment the leader rushed out, Sechisky also burst out his primary tiger man bloodline at the first time, causing the word "Wang" to appear faintly on his forehead.

Then, an extremely bloody hand-to-hand battle between the two sides began to stage on the front line...

With the power burst after the madness, Xu Feng, who was injured in the body in the past day, felt that he was extremely happy.

Without that kind of feeling of powerlessness that hurts the bones all over the body.

There is not the kind of dizziness that can cause severe anemia from time to time.

Of course, the most wonderful thing is that in his last bit of rationality, he can find that no opponent in front of him is his own unity of enemies.

Every time he waved the axe, the opponent felt the blood splattering during the separation of his limbs, which made him feel extremely satisfied with the crazy murderous intent in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that he was an omnipotent god on the battlefield.

But after he chopped down another axe and cut off the head of a Desert stick by two-fifths of the degree like cutting tofu.

Then he swept across the face at a figure rushing up quickly.

The other party did not, as expected, be split into two halves; instead, he successfully resisted a medieval-shaped two-handed sword.

With the sound of metal collision, both of them suddenly paused.

Then, under the stimulation of such a failure to kill the opponent, the last trace of Qingming in Xu Feng's brain disappeared.

He waved the "Odin's Axe, Imitation" with both hands, and rushed forward without defending. He only had a simple thought in his mind, killing the bastard.

Facing the crazy opponent in front of him, Sechisky frowned heavily.

Damn! The berserker bloodline, especially the fighting style that is not afraid of life and death after entering a state of madness, is really a headache.

It’s just that someone must stop him, otherwise these things will be like a battlefield meat grinder, completely shattering the combat formation and fighting will of the personnel on their side.

So, under the crazy collision between the two, the "Dangdangdang~" sound like a blacksmith continued to sound.

At the same time, the crowd around them avoided them from afar, because as long as they got closer, they would immediately die by the two heavy weapons...

In comparison, AT met an opponent holding a Western foil in his hand.

That is, in the movie "Zorro", the kind of weapon that has a thin and long shape that can only be used assassination to hurt the opponent, but cannot be chopped.

I immediately realized something from such a strange weapon:

Damn! The grandson in the system is a little tricky.

This time, Volgograd's mission was not only a team battle, but also a team battle involving many teams; they suddenly appeared at this critical moment, isn't this a fatal disaster?

Even AT thought of a key point.

Both sides have probably burst out blood power in such a period of time.

But in comparison, the time when the opponent's team exploded with blood power should be a little late than theirs, which means they could hold on for a longer time.

So the question is?

With the remaining 4 minutes, I must kill this thing, otherwise once the weakness period after the bloodline bursts, I will not be my opponent at all.

After thinking of this, AT burst out as fast as possible, trying to surround the opponent while finding a chance to attack.

What just left him speechless was that his opponent could actually keep up with his movements.

And it was the flower sword in his hand. After playing a string of sword flowers that dazzled him, he stabbed him in the lower abdomen without waiting for AT to react.

Suddenly, the 12mm thick bulletproof insertion plate on the lower abdomen of AT seemed to have no effect under this thin sword tip.

It was easily pierced like thin paper, leaving a deep wound.

That is, the bloodline of AT is also strong enough in terms of being beaten. If it were a normal person, he would die just in this way.

As long as the blood nucleus is not pierced, the stomach will be poked.

After being hit by such a sword, AT quickly retreated, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

There is no doubt that the opponent is actually the owner of the blood clan's bloodline. The sword in his hand is also produced by the system, at least with green quality or above.

Otherwise, there is no reason to explain the unscientific sharpness of this thing.

After one encounter, the enemy was injured, and the member of the blond team, raised the Western foil in front of his face with a little arrogant look.

While raising a sword to AT, his legs under his feet were as if they were springs installed, showing a very flexible pace at two or three meters.

Finally, his face was full of mocking and licked the blood at the tip of the sword.

After forcibly adding so much to myself, he said proudly in English:

"Orients, please remember that the one who killed you was Simon from the Polan team, a professional, powerful and destined to be a world-class fencing athlete in the future.

By the way! Don’t think about taking revenge on me based on this information after you arrive at the modern plane. You don’t have such a chance.”
To be continued...