After Crazy Evan completed the cutting work, the three of them stood on the tank together and "uprooted" the turret of the light-edged tank from the body. There were dozens of colorful wires dragging underneath, and the computer used to control the beam cannon was also pulled out together.

Even if the war horn was opened, it would be a bit difficult to carry this thing by relying on three people alone. Fortunately, the "turret" of the light-lipped tank is much smaller than that of the ordinary tank. In front of three extremely powerful men, they were lifted up and placed on the snow below without long before they could resist.

The three of them tied the big guy behind two snowmobile pairs side by side, then started the snowmobile again, left the crime scene as quickly as possible, and drove towards the radar station.

Lin Chi knew that the strange army just now was not an ordinary person. Because when he was carrying the light-leaning tank turret, he saw the bodies of the Soviet soldiers on the snow.

——Everyone was killed by a saber, and there was no chance to resist. Except for a soldier who was cutting off his right hand holding ak47, the other few people were cut off with one knife, which was so rude.

The one who can do this way of killing should not be the remnants of the US military on this battlefield who almost lost their minds, but the cold and efficient special operations elites.

As for what those people are, it is not within Lin Chi's current consideration. After all, in his opinion, those guys will fight with him sooner or later. And...

Looking at the three blue light spots that had been following four hundred meters away on the small map, Lin Chi knew that those ghosts had followed without any notice.

The other party is very skilled in tracking skills and has been slowly maintained at about 400 meters behind the snowmobile. Without radar detection, no one can find their existence in such a harsh weather environment!

It’s a pity that these "elite monsters" did not realize that they were not facing aborigines like themselves, but players who could view the map at any time.

"Do you want to do it?" The coach's tone was as plain as usual. Since the snowmobile was not fast at present, he could finally speak.

Currently responsible for carrying the light-lipped tank turret are two snowmobile drivers driven by the instructor and Lin Chi, and the motorcycle driven by Crazy Evan is shaking in front of them to "escort" them.

While being tracked, Lin Chi did not think for too long and decisively issued a new order.

"You drive the turret away, and I'll play with them."

According to his observation, the other party did not send drones or other equipment to investigate, and should have tracked through the ruts left on the snow. In this case, as long as the two vehicles pulling the light-lipped tank turret are used as bait, he might be able to go around the enemy's rear to launch a surprise attack and catch the opponent off guard!

After determining the next combat strategy, Lin Chi immediately stopped the car, changed positions with Crazy Evan, and took the other party's snowmobile.

Unfortunately, the situation was not going well this time:

"You keep moving forward..."

Lin Chi stopped aside as soon as he said that, because four bright red light spots had appeared in the small map.

The radar scanned to a place 200 meters ahead, and a team of four players appeared. If there were no pursuits, Lin Chi and the coach would not care about a team at all, but now...

"Trouble." The eyes under the coach's goggles narrowed into a slit.

There are steep slopes on both sides of the road, and snowmobile pulling the turret cannot climb up. Although they have not seen the enemy yet, as long as they turn the bend ahead, they will immediately encounter the four players.

When there are wolves in front and tigers in the back, it becomes difficult to escape.

Although they abandoned their car and ran away now, and they still have a chance to avoid the other party's tracking, the beam cannon they snatched will only fall into the hands of the enemy!

——Do you want to give up this thing?

Lin Chi thought for less than two seconds and decisively eliminated the option of "abandoning the car and running away". A wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face, which was frozen blue by the cold wind:

"These people came just right..."

...

On the other side of the road, four "young soldiers" wearing US military camouflage uniforms were about to pass through the snow where birds could not shit and run to the opposite mountain.

The four tall men holding the m16a2 rifle next to them were the t800 mass-produced Terminator. Although they were also replaced with snow camouflage, these humanoid combat machines were still wearing black sunglasses that almost became the "Terminator" sign on their faces.

These four players are not professional players, nor have any weird hobbies. The characters are all in a normal manner and are commonly seen as "cold handsome guys" in the game.

"Hurry up." The soldier, who was the captain, said impatiently, carrying the painted akm assault rifle on his shoulders.

As an ordinary player who has never won a game, he knows very well how much his team is. Since the start of the war, this team has been hiding and hiding, saving his life by running away constantly.

Although they knew that they could not win this way, they still kept moving with the idea of ​​"familiar gameplay", trying to find a way out from the cruel battlefield.

Now, since the previous camp was discovered by the Soviets, they were on the way to escape.

Just as they were crossing the road, a harsh roar suddenly came from the corner behind the road, shaking their eardrums.

While the sound was heard, the four players were shocked and rolled and crawled to the side of the road and quickly fell down. The four t800s were still standing in place, raising their guns to aim at the position where the sound was made.

"Wait." The captain stopped the three people who were planning to escape, and lay down on the spot and whispered: "It seems that something happened to them."

In his opinion, the sound just now was a bit like a tractor or something. The reason why it stopped abruptly was probably because the engine was broken.

What is the other party transporting?

Realizing this, the captain, who had been leading the team to escape, clenched his right fist slightly.

Although his team is very weak, as long as four t800s launch a surprise attack, they may be able to kill the opponent.

If the opponent is transporting large weapons, if they are obtained by their own team, they may be able to wipe out the previous decline and make a gorgeous reversal!

The captain stared at the steep slope on the roadside. After thinking for a while, the gambling mentality finally overwhelmed the desire to escape. He spoke, "You four come and take a look."

"receive."

Four mass-produced t800 robots, strode towards the corner of the road, and walked towards the location where the sound was emitted.

Seeing the captain's actions different from before, a player next to him asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Are you not running away this time?"

"What's the matter?" The captain's originally godless black eyes seemed to have a light of excitement: "The one I had not escaped before, it was just a strategic transfer! This is the opportunity I'm waiting for!"

Speaking of this, this guy with rich imagination has already figured out the scene of grabbing heavy tanks to crush the enemy. A vulgar smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face:
Chapter completed!