"This place is completely destroyed."
Karl followed behind Lister, with the 4a1 assault rifle in his hand resting on his shoulder.
He slowly looked around and turned around in a circle.
His face was extremely solemn, because the surrounding buildings seemed to be intact.
The houses that were not damaged had actually suffered some huge damage.
He even saw traces of the explosion.
He took a few steps forward, took out his hand from the thick gloves, sipped a piece of black ashes on the wall, frowned and asked: "Flame thrower" The black ash on the wall was not obvious.
It looked as if a fierce flame had burned it.
It only caused a little damage to the wall, but it did not directly burn through the fragile masonry like a real solidifying incendiary bomb. .
Karl slowly licked the black ashes in his fingers and looked at the black ashes on the wall that had already become a bit gray due to the cold weather.
He couldn't help turning his head and said to Liszt: "It seems that it was caused by a shock wave."
"Fire."
"But there were no signs of explosions around."
A member of the Marine Corps took a few steps forward, reached out and groped among the broken bricks for a while, and pulled out a long cylindrical object directly from the collapsed bricks.
However, it was still bent and broken, as if cracks and creases were directly pressed by the huge force, but the young man also shrugged, with a little weirdness in his tone: "An anti-tank missile can be directly destroyed like this Maybe it was put under the tracks and crushed around."
"This is a poor guy."
Liszt's eyes looked to the side.
Not far away, a mutilated corpse with the upper body still left was lying in the ruins of bricks and stones.
But it is quite conspicuously exposed.
His feet wanted to move a few steps.
But was blocked by something.
Liszt's brows became more and more frowned.
He bent down and reached out to lift it up in the snow.
A human thigh appeared in front of them.
The wound was bloody and bloody, but it had also been frozen in the snow by the cold weather.
It seems more direct.
But Liszt's eyes swept over the wound, and his expression gradually changed.
He turned to look at Karl next to him, whose expression also changed slightly.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to keep the thigh on the ground, and glanced at the twisted and broken rifles and rocket launchers around him.
The broken parts also had some striking similarities with the wounds.
He slowly spat towards the side, his face serious.
Looking at the broken houses around him, he couldn't help but snorted: "You also discovered it."
"Well, I'm afraid we've already discovered such an obvious fact."
Karl nodded slowly, his face also extremely solemn.
The same was true for the two Marines beside him.
They had already raised their weapons.
The peripheral vision also scanned the surrounding snow with great vigilance, which was still whistling in the wind and falling from the sky.
Karl took a deep breath.
He said slowly to Liszt: "This is completely caused by being twisted by huge force, not being hit by powerful weapons such as large-caliber heavy machine guns and sniper rifles."
"But the question also arises, what can have such a powerful power?"
Liszt's eyes were a little gloomy, and his face was full of solemn expression.
When he turned his head and looked in front of him, the buildings seemed to have shown signs of dilapidation.
The Winchester in his hand was already clenched.
He walked quickly towards the street in front of him, his eyes locked subconsciously, and the butt of the gun was firmly pressed against his shoulder.
At the same time, his voice was quite He said calmly: "Come out, I see you."
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His words immediately shocked Karl and the others, and they instantly raised the 4a1 assault rifles in their hands, subconsciously aiming at the house that Lister was pointing at.
And their eyes were extremely solemn, staring closely into the dark and dim house.
The wind and snow whizzed past them, but the four of them did not seem to relax at all.
Instead, their steps moved slowly, With an extremely tacit understanding, they faintly dispersed towards the surroundings.
After all, they had experienced so many battles, and Karl and the three of them already had a deep understanding of Liszt's fighting methods.
They each occupied a corner, and their guns were pointed at several windows and entrances of the house.
Even the peripheral vision had swept around to ensure that there were no blind spots in any direction in the sight of the four of them.
"Gentlemen, we are scouts from the United States Federation and have noticed something unusual happening here."
Slowly pondering, Liszt looked at the house that still didn't respond at all, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
He was sure that he was not mistaken.
With his enhanced keen vision, he had already spotted a frightened young man's face appearing in the window gap of the house.
Liszt stepped forward slowly, his feet stepping on the snow, and continued: "If you are in trouble, in a humanitarian spirit, we are willing to provide you with certain food and medicine."
"Damn Americans, haven't you just been here before?
Why are you still here pretending to be good people?"
It seemed that his words had some effect, as a voice that was obviously that of a young man came out from the house.
And there was sadness and fear in that voice, as if someone was scared out of his wits by something.
He didn't even dare to show his head, but continued to shout crazily: "You don't want me to go out, I absolutely won't."
You will go out and die, you Americans who deserve to go to hell, and my loyalty to Canada will never change."
"Alone."
Karl also turned to look at the two Marines beside him.
He nodded slowly, took a few steps forward, and gestured to Liszt.
Liszt also nodded slightly in agreement, and Karl and the three of them immediately rushed towards the left and right sides of the house, sticking their bodies tightly under the window, as dexterously as civet cats.
"No, no, I changed my mind, don't kill me, I surrender."
But before they could launch special operations, the tattered door had already been pushed open, and a ragged Canadian walked out with his hands raised, his face covered with black ashes also full of fear. , looking outside with wide eyes Facing the street, Liszt was holding Winchester and looking at him.
His legs became weak and he knelt heavily on the ground.
He said loudly with a cry in his voice: "I surrender, please, don't Kill me, don’t kill me, I really surrender”: