There is no doubt that the jet engine is the crystallization of the wisdom of scientists from various countries in Call of Duty.
This kind of firearm amplifier made of 115 elements as the main material has almost made the development of gunpowder weapons that has reached a bottleneck abruptly improved by an era.
Any firearm equipped with this kind of jet engine is almost as good as the Gaussian electromagnetic weapon of the same model.
The deepest darkness is condensed in the barrel of the gun, but the hottest brightness is born within it.
As the trigger was pulled, the muzzle flash had completely dispelled the darkness, spreading eternal death with the faint blue light.
This light may symbolize redemption, but it is definitely not a praise of life.
This is the light that Death loves most, and it is also Lister’s most reliable partner.
The Centenary Winchester, 1887 lever-action shotgun.
This is the horror that those Soviet soldiers experienced firsthand.
The effective range of twenty meters marked on the manual now seems ridiculous.
But it is definitely not because of insufficient range, scattered accuracy, and extremely poor power, because the Soviet soldiers who were standing thirty or forty meters in front of Liszt had already fallen like wheat, and the blood mist exploded all over their bodies.
It also shows that they are definitely not lying on the ground in pain covering their wounds because of tactical evasion.
There are 12 small round warheads placed in the standard No. 12 shotgun.
Under the power of the expansion and explosion of smokeless high-explosive gunpowder, the terrifying force will instantly destroy the plastic shell and the twelve small round warheads.
Walk towards the space a few meters in front of you.
But with the faint blue light, these warheads were scattered within a three-meter range even after passing more than thirty meters.
As for the bodies of those Soviet soldiers, even if they were hit by a No. 12 warhead, a bloody flower would instantly appear behind them, and even a blood mist would rise.
The power contained in the warhead will bring the hardness of the steel to rotate and tumble in the human body.
It tore away the internal muscles, bones and internal organs, penetrated the human body forcefully, and then instantly created a terrifying cavity as big as a baseball in the back.
Miserable howls rang out from the mouths of this group of Soviet soldiers.
They did not expect that a terrifying enemy would appear and open fire on them.
They also didn't expect that just the old model would explode with such pressure.
Even they haven't thought about it until now.
Who is this person who blatantly ordered the killer to them?
But they didn't need to think anymore, because Liszt looked at their panicked and frightened faces, and the Winchester's fire in his hand was still rapid and continuous.
"Kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry and get 200 points."
"Kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry and get 200 points."
"Kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry and get 200 points."
"Kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry and get 200 points."
"Kill Soviet ordinary infantry x1 and get" A large number of metallic prompts had appeared in Liszt's ears, and even the flashing prompts were scanning his retinas.
Each one symbolizes the loss of a life.
And the prompt that almost reached the point of swiping the screen also showed how efficient Liszt's massacre was.
Yes, this is a naked massacre.
In the century-old Winchester with high penetration, high power and high range, the massacre of this group of Soviet soldiers was launched.
Liszt's face was expressionless.
Even though the system prompt sounded in his ears, there was no excitement in his eyes.
His hand speed is still very fast, as if the most exquisite artist is painting his own work of art.
The action of filling the bullet was done to the extreme, and the slightly blue muzzle flash was released.
Continue to splash out from the muzzle of that Winchester.
And when he finally put the slightly hot Winchester down on his shoulders, a large amount of red liquid appeared on the ground in front of him.
The corpses of the Soviets were lying on the ground in a mess, and the neat military uniforms had become tattered, as if they had been harvested by light machine guns.
But in fact, the powerful penetrating wounds and lacerations can only be caused by a small-caliber heavy machine gun.
But annihilating this group of Soviet soldiers was not something worthy of praise for Lister.
Although nearly 8,000 points were earned.
But his face was still solemn.
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Turning his head slightly, Liszt looked at the corpses lying scattered on the ground with a little pity in his eyes.
The blood covered the ground and almost formed a stream, which was slowly dripping into the cliff. among.
It looked extremely shocking, making anyone standing here feel uncomfortable.
These were all young soldiers of the American Confederacy, and Liszt could even see their young faces looking at the sky with their eyes open.
Their pupils had dilated, and their dull eyes showed that they were completely dead.
But Liszt walked slowly over and looked at these American federal soldiers wearing tattered clothes and covered with gun muzzles.
He lowered his head slightly and sighed: "It would be great if the magicians were here.
At least they can pray."
The Shengun was their combat unit and also served as a military chaplain.
When soldiers felt uncomfortable, they would talk to the Shengun to express their inner anguish.
In fact, the compassionate heart of the magic stick is also very suitable for the role of a military chaplain.
Whether there are soldiers coming to talk to each other or praying for fallen soldiers, he always handles it with the most serious and responsible attitude.
"May you ascend to heaven, Amen."
Drawing a cross on his chest, although Lister scorned Christianity, he looked at these tragically dead American Union soldiers and said a simple prayer for them.
This may be the comfort of faith.
Even if these poor boys are dead and no one can see them, at least it is the last bit of respect for them.
Liszt looked at the cliff not far away, took a deep breath, and sighed slowly: "Although I can't send you back to the United States intact, I can still send your nameplates back."
More than three hundred American federal soldiers in ragged clothes died here, and it was extremely miserable.
Even after death, it is estimated that the American Federation would not be able to know their misery.
Eighteen years later, there will be a nuclear war.
What will happen even if they know it then?
Moreover, even Lister did not expect that these Soviets would directly shoot more than 300 prisoners.
This is simply unreasonable in the eyes of the American Federation.
It's unbelievable, because just by shooting prisoners, it can trigger a large-scale military confrontation between the two sides and cause changes in the international situation.
Liszt walked slowly towards the American federal soldiers, slowly bent down and squatted beside a soldier, looking at his eyes wide open and looking at the blue sky, but his eyes had completely dilated, and he was lost. the rhythm of the soul.
Liszt's eyes also saw a deep wound on his neck, which was still oozing slightly with blood, turning the collar completely red.
This smooth wound was undoubtedly a cutting wound, and it was cut directly into the neck without any hesitation.
Lister was familiar with this kind of wound caused by the bayonet inserted into the assault rifle, because he had seen lone U.S. federal soldiers more than once on the Mexican battlefield, and their necks were cut open in this way.
This last-ditch technique when cleaning the battlefield, which originated from the Soviet Union, is clean and neat, but also extremely cruel.
"Wait a minute, the nameplates have been taken away."
But when Liszt reached out and groped around the necks of these prisoners, he discovered that the nameplates that were supposed to be necklaces did not exist at all.
And he turned around and immediately came to another corpse.
He stretched out his hand to search for the nameplate, but it was still empty.
Even if Lister touched the corpses of several American federal soldiers, he did not find the existence of the nameplate.
This made his face become more and more gloomy, and he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "This is a bit too much."
If a soldier dies in battle, the nameplate will identify the soldier.
The soldier's nationality, place of origin, age, height, etc. are written on it, making it easy to tell where these soldiers come from.
But once the nameplates of these soldiers disappear, if they die in battle, they will not be listed as dead in battle at all, but will be classified as missing persons.
Not to mention family pensions, even these soldiers may always be hidden in hastily built tombs and humiliated by no one.
When the two countries are at war, no matter how fierce the fighting is on the battlefield and how many people are killed on both sides, they will not be too obstructive when collecting the bodies.
What's more, taking away all the nameplates that symbolize status has almost become an unspoken rule in the country, and it is also a common respect for the fallen soldiers on both sides.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and Liszt's face was extremely gloomy.
The Soviets' methods were so despicable that no one could bear it.
Liszt slowly held the Winchester in his hand tightly, and when he wanted to curse a few words angrily, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the sky above the dense forest.
Although there was nothing, his ears trembled slightly, and Liszt's face immediately became serious.
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All the muscles in his body burst out in an instant, and he rushed towards the edge of the forest as fast as a cheetah.
"Helicopter" He barely spent ten seconds on a distance of less than 100 meters, which was no more than enough for a national-level athlete.
His ability amplification played a sufficient role at this time.
Almost when a Soviet Hind armed transport helicopter appeared above the dense forest, his whole body was already hiding behind a bush.
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