War Paradise

Chapter 602-The God of Death in the Deserted Sand-1

In the dark “dark night”, a group of Soviet veterans who had fought bloody battles with the United States Special Forces, put on still-fitting desert camouflage uniforms and jumped down with parachutes.

Even if it is not their most glorious moment, the heyday of the body is long over. These veterans who have seen The Underworld twenty years ago and are now more than 40 years old still uphold their final glory and use them most skillfully. The way, kicked off the prelude to this battle.

“Ha ha ha ha!”

The tall elite paratroopers laughed loudly above the training ground, their eyes protected by goggles staring into the dark sand below.

Then he saw the dazzling fire on the sand.

boom!

The loud noise when the PTRD-41 anti-tank gun fired reverberated continuously in the dark training ground. But even if the other party fired a gun, these paratroopers who were still in the descending stage showed no signs of panic at all.

“Whoever is beaten to death first, go back and wait to lose money!” A loud laugh sounded from the radio headset.

For these veterans, death on the “battlefield” does not make them afraid, but the best way to exit.

After all, in this boring city ruled by incinerators, false peace has always been promoted. These humanoid weapons, born for war, are simply useless.

Perhaps it is because the incinerator does not trust them. Even if the alienated citizens start to resist, these paratroopers will not receive instructions to participate in the war. They are still placed in the underground research institute to guard the facility.

In the peaceful age, the boring life day after day is simply torture for them, making life worse than death.

Their last wish is to die on the battlefield contentedly when fighting a powerful enemy!

Of course, if the enemy is not strong enough. It’s time for the routine massacre…

Before the soldiers landed, the second shot sounded again, and the sniper hiding in the desert fired again with an anti-tank gun.

This time, the sniper’s bullet did not miss the target, but directly blasted the parachute of an airborne soldier. At the height of the landing, the soldier had no time to open the backup umbrella, and the whole person fell directly on the sand and fell into a puddle of mud.

“Hahaha, Sergeinov is dead!” A soldier laughed.

Although they were laughing at their hapless comrades in arms, these paratroopers also realized that something was not quite right.

——Generally speaking, it is simply impossible to hit an airborne soldier on the way of skydiving with a sniper rifle. Only a wide range of machine gun firepower can pose a threat to airborne troops falling at high speed.

Did the enemy hit a shot by accident? Or…

After the skeptical paratroopers landed, they immediately cut the parachute rope and established a line of defense on the sand. He didn’t even have time to pay attention to the bodies of his comrades next to him, and his actions were as straightforward as they were twenty years ago.

After they activated the small night vision goggles hidden under the goggles and confirmed that they had not landed in the minefield and there were no traps nearby, all the soldiers’ eyes focused on the direction where the sniper rifle bullet came from.

“start to act.”

I don’t know who gave the order. The strong bodies of these veterans moved suddenly, took off the AK-74 rifles strapped to their bodies, and started to check their weapons. They were so proficient that they didn’t even need to confirm with their eyes.

Obviously, the combat effectiveness of these elite soldiers is not comparable to the waste wood patrols recruited from the people by the incinerator!

“At three o’clock, move fast!”

“Received, start advancing.”

——They know very well that the sniper who fired just now has not gone far.

These soldiers from the Soviet Union are naturally familiar with the anti-tank guns produced in the Soviet Union. They knew very well that an enemy carrying that heavy weapon would not be able to run far in such a short period of time unless the gun was thrown away.

In addition, the hidden supply boxes in this training ground are not specially prepared for the soldiers being tested…

“Make temporary supplies.”

Before the action, the paratroopers, who had already learned all the supply locations on the map, dispersed at a terrifying speed, found all nearby supply boxes hidden under the sand, and quickly searched the weapons and ammunition inside.

There is no doubt that these weapons produced in the Soviet Union are the most convenient equipment for them to use.

In the pitch-black man-made desert, the experienced veterans, holding their most “kind” weapons in their hands, outflanked the position where the sniper fired earlier, and began to search the area.

…

At this time, Lin had put the sniper rifle back into his backpack sooner or later, and under the cover of darkness, he sprinted through the desert and left the area surrounded by airborne troops.

Military stimulants provide powerful energy to the body, allowing him to walk like flying on the sand. While escaping, I did not forget to leave a small tactical backpack next to my footprints, and put a small glass tube taken out of the Hydra toxin box into the backpack that looked like it fell in a panic. Open the top cover.

Lin Chi knew that those experienced paratroopers should follow their footprints, and by that time, the dangerous “booby traps” they set up should be able to take effect!

After leaving the deadly trap, Lin Chi continued to rush forward, rushing directly into the Gobi Desert from the desert. The original footprints that were very clear were finally not so obvious.

Unlike the desert that will leave footprints, it is not so easy to continue chasing in this Gobi. Even the elite paratroopers should not be able to continue pursuing them quickly without carrying a dog.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I can just go to that town and start the street fighting that I am best at with those eye-catching paratroopers!

However, things don’t seem to be that simple…

When Lin Chi was walking hurriedly, a stern howl sounded from the direction of the desert.

“Aw—”

That voice was more like a large beast than a human voice.

After hearing that howl, recalling the night battle in Holomansk, Lin Chi’s complexion also began to become serious.

——These are chasing their own airborne troops, shouldn’t they also master the “alienation” skills? Could it be that… the enemy chose to start fighting “at night” because of alienation?

Realizing that he might be facing dozens of alienated monsters, Lin Chi speeded up again and rushed from the desolate Gobi Desert to the town a few kilometers away.

“This is bad…” he muttered to himself in a low voice.