boom!

The dazzling white energy like lightning was poured into the "tank-class" soldiers wearing Allied uniforms.

The latter's shoulder was like a shell hit, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, and the white bones were exposed naked, which was particularly terrifying.

However, this "tank-level" Allied soldier did not fall down, but instead rushed towards the enemy like a bull.

Dong!

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

Compared with the "tank-level" of the Third Reich, Allied soldiers must be more slim and thick-skinned and able to withstand the opponent's output.

He hugged the enemy's waist tightly, and his companions rushed up, jammed his neck firmly, and twisted it hard!

As if I had picked fruits from a tree, my fragile neck bone was twisted and blood came out like a fountain.

The strong body fell to the ground with a "bang".

This fierce battle began five minutes ago.

The three-man Ziglind battle group and the six-man Allied soldiers met on the street that had to pass to Arc de Triomphe.

The expected encounter broke out directly!

The strengthening direction of the Allied forces is the heavy-armed warriors.

Focus on transforming the body and enhancing defense.

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

The "tank-class" soldiers made by the Third Reich should be more comprehensive.

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

That's why Luke arranged a team of six people to avoid fighting alone.

Rumble!

A huge explosion sounded!

Seeing that his compatriots were killed, the remaining two "tank-class" soldiers worked together to send waves, and a dazzling light enveloped the entire street.

The strong airflow was like a rolling hurricane, blowing down the street lights.

The terrifying energy was like a flood of lightning that was overwhelmingly pouring out in an instant!

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

No matter how rough and thick his skin and strong his defense are, he can't stand such a fierce attack.

In an instant, the whole person was peeled off by the high temperature, leaving only a charred skeleton.

"retreat!"

The leader of the six-person team hurriedly dodged backward to avoid being affected.

Their advantage is their number of people and defense, and they can engage in consumption combat with the "tank-level" of the Third Reich.

Once the energy falls into an unfavorable situation of bombing, you must retreat in time - this is the plan formulated by Luke.

In his original words, it is "no rules are required to deal with Nazi elements, just go together."

However, when you see that the situation is not good, you must understand strategic retreat and not charge blindly.

"I'll help!"

Before the Allied squad, which had been killed, had left the street, a tall figure wearing a star-striped flag uniform appeared behind him.

"Follow me!"

Rogers pushed the vibrator shield in front, like a Spartan warrior guarding the hot spring pass, strode forward.

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

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

Rogers broke through the combined force of two "tank-level" soldiers, and one of them rushed forward in front of him.

The metal shield draws an arc from bottom to top, like a powerful and powerful lowering punch to knock the enemy in front of you away.

Immediately afterwards, Rogers took a dragon's impact and kicked the German soldier who had not yet reacted.

The other party's abdomen contracted, bent like a lobster, and his body rolled into the glass window on the side of the street.

"Don't disperse, go to the next street to meet with others!"

Rogers turned around and said with ease to deal with two enemies.

The tactic they adopted was to form a team of six people, forming an encirclement in batches and advancing towards the Arc de Triomphe.

The Allied soldiers nodded and evacuated the street neatly and orderly.

"An enemy is coming."

Someone reminded.

Not far away, three figures wearing German uniforms rushed over quickly.

"I can handle it!"

Rogers grinned and held the vibrator shield tightly in his right hand.

A fiery energy burst out from his eyes.

...

...

"I don't know how Steve is doing, but don't just happen to run into Zieglind. That German girl is not a good character to mess with."

Luke walked on the wide street leading to the Star Square, and he wanted to see how powerful the "warship-class" soldiers could be.

He did not form a team with other Allied soldiers, walking alone.

The only Captain America who can fight against Zieglind, wanders around as a assaulter, solves those "tank-level" German soldiers, and forms a complete encirclement.

According to the intelligence of the Strategic Science Legion, there is only one "warship class" in Paris. If it is surrounded by a numerical advantage, Rogers may be able to get rid of the other side - this is the plan of the Allied Command.

In their eyes, Luke plays a more commanding role.

It doesn't feel very realistic to defeat a "warship-class" head-on.

"Hmm? Come to find me on your own initiative."

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

He heard a powerful heartbeat, like a drum beat.

"Zieglind?"

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

The German uniform, which was well-fitting, outlined the exaggerated lines of a woman.

The golden braids are automatically without wind, just like getting rid of gravity.

"All of Superman?"

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

"I thought you should be a little older than you look like a scout."

"There was a guy named Julian who said something similar to you, and then-he died."

Luke's mouth was raised, without any nervous attitude as if he was facing a great enemy.

From Zieglind, he felt a strong and powerful vitality, like a burning fireball, releasing an astonishing light.

It's a battle-worthy opponent!

"In advance, I am definitely not a reckless man who likes to attack women, but there is no need to pay attention to this on the battlefield, right?"

Luke took every step slowly and vigorously as if he was accumulating strength.

The solid ground trembled slightly, and fine cracks bloomed like spider webs.

"I just hope you don't cry like a woman, Brigadier General."

Zieglind's eyes were slightly hot, and a blazing light filled it.

An energy ball of lightning, like a ball-shaped lightning, burst out and rushed straight towards Luke who was walking towards her.

The latter did not choose to block the attack and avoided the attack sideways.

Terrifying energy poured into the streets, forming a powerful explosion-like air wave, turning into a hot night wind.

"It's almost the lethality of a rocket, and it won't cause fatal damage to me."

Luke made a rough judgment, and his thoughts moved slightly to cover his skin.

Then, he stepped heavily and hit Zieglind, whose skill was cooled.

The amazing speed made the dark red cloak roar and turned into a afterimage.
To be continued...