The alien spacecraft was falling rapidly, swaying like a drunk who had stayed up all night, and was so drunk that he had no sense of direction.
Even the alien spacecraft was still swinging up and down, drawing circles, going up and down without knowing which direction it was going.
But the thick black smoke has also been pulled out of the alien's spacecraft, just like the black paint during a mid-air rehearsal.
But no matter how hard the alien spacecraft struggled, it could not escape the fact that it was gradually losing control.
The gravity of the earth has pulled the alien spacecraft, which does not belong to the earth, but still must abide by the rules of physics, to fall towards the mountains of the Rocky Mountains.
There is obviously a big hole in the spacecraft, and the engine seems to have been damaged.
The outer armor was also flashing with electric sparks, and the final result was that the alien spacecraft fell heavily into the mountains.
The rising flames have already appeared, and the hot temperature has melted the thick snow layer, bringing with it all the combustible debris at the bottom of the snow layer.
Thick black smoke is rising, swaying like a demonic dragon in these mountains.
The figure remained in the cold wind coming from Alaska for a long time.
Liszt was still standing in a relatively flat area, with the huge rocks and towering mountains behind him.
But there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes.
He withdrew his gaze from the condensed black smoke, looked at the two helicopters at the foot of the mountain that were still emitting black smoke, and finally focused on the two helicopters at the bottom that were also looking at him.
There were Soviet soldiers and Canadian soldiers, but the corners of their mouths curled up into a smile, and they said slowly: "Maybe I got into big trouble."
He didn't care about these Soviet soldiers and Canadian soldiers.
Instead, he looked back at the distant mountains in front of him, where a thick line of black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The 1887 shotgun couldn't help but hold on tightly.
I couldn't help but burst out with a curse word: "What a piece of bad luck."
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The 2HB Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun has also spread out its tripod and set it up in the calf-deep snow.
The black muzzle is pointed at the enemies standing sluggishly below, probably for a moment.
If there is any slight movement, the distance of less than 800 meters will become the graveyard of those guys.
"The effective range of the heavy machine gun can reach two thousand meters, but those guys still want to escape."
Karl, who was proficient in data in the military academy, also came to Liszt's side with a disdainful smile on his face.
Especially when he looked at the Soviet soldiers and Canadians below who had raised their hands as a symbol of surrender, he couldn't help but frown a little, and his eyes were also looking towards the thick black smoke in the distance. , couldn't help but ask Liszt: "Then what should we do now?
Do we still want to capture those guys below?"
"The prisoners may not be needed, and we don't have the extra manpower to keep an eye on them."
Shaking his head slightly, Liszt did not agree with what Karl was obviously asking.
He turned around and looked at the Soviet soldiers and Canadian soldiers who were holding weapons and looking at the Soviet soldiers and Canadian soldiers quite seriously.
He couldn't help but frown. .
Taking a deep breath, the faint smell of burning made him couldn't help but said seriously: "In comparison, I am more worried about that thing just now."
Liszt took a few steps forward and looked at the Soviet soldiers and Canadian soldiers below.
His face was indifferent but he did not completely regard these beings as so-called NCs.
He just slowly raised his Winchester and tilted it.
He raised the muzzle of the gun diagonally in mid-air, and then pulled the trigger hard, exploding a ball of blue gun flames and an obvious dull gunshot sound.
"These guys are taking advantage of you."
After spitting at his feet, Liszt's expression did not change at all.
Looking at the group of guys below, he slowly put away his Winchester and just looked at them quietly.
He didn't say anything, but the group of sluggish guys below seemed to have come to their senses with the sound of gunfire, and continued to flee toward the woods behind them in a hurry, even if there were corpses of friendly soldiers thrown away in their hands.
He didn't care about his weapons, as if there was something terrifying chasing him behind his back.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
If these guys don't know that the sky is high and want to continue the attack, I am afraid that the three heavy machine guns with a range of about 2,000 and fatal effects can beat them to pieces in an instant.
For this group of troops who only have rifles and light machine guns, the three heavy machine guns are a gap they cannot cross.
Even the rg7 rocket launcher has no effect on the distance of seven to eight hundred meters.
Moreover, their points are nothing to Liszt, who now holds more than 500,000 points.
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Even the daily consumption of ammunition, food, and electricity, including the most intense battles, only consumes more than a thousand points per day.
In peacetime, it is more consumption of food and electricity, and this is for Liszt.
Said, it is even more pitiful.
"But the days to come will definitely not be easy."
Lister recalled the extremely fierce battle in Sain County, just for the destruction of an alien spacecraft, which led to a real fierce exchange of fire between the two sides.
Now that the alien spacecraft has been destroyed by them, the Soviets and Canadians will not react.
That is really strange.
But Liszt also frowned slightly, subconsciously clenched the shotgun in his hand, and said slowly: "Maybe I can teach them a lesson."
Looking at the thick layer of snow, Liszt couldn't help but raise his brows slightly.
He turned to look at the soldiers who were on guard with their weapons, and the smile on his lips became higher and higher.
He closed his eyes, and a dialog box instantly appeared in his mind.
He chose the vehicle category without hesitation.
Looking at the elegant and compact vehicle inside, he was instantly sure after choosing ten vehicles.
The silver-white body has appeared in the world along with the data flow.
Two wide, long and slightly tilted skateboards also pressed against the snow layer, but did not allow the entire motorcycle to collapse.
Liszt looked at the surprised looks of the soldiers around him, and he nodded with satisfaction and said: "The snowmobile is priced at 2,000 points.
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