Chapter 290: Mountain counterattack

After returning to the radar station, Lin Chi went to the second floor and found an empty room. He lay down on the broken wooden bed and closed his eyes. He quickly entered sleep in the game.
In fact, in the brain imaging game, even if you don't sleep, it's no big deal. Because the time flow rate in the game is different from reality, some players will even maintain the lucidity of the characters in the game by eating stimulants in the real world.
However, for Lin Chi, a lazy person, adequate sleep is naturally indispensable.
Even if he found the location of the "super weapon", he did not immediately set off, but decided to take a nap and wait until he recovered his spirit.
"..."
After Lin Chi arrived at the radar station, the blood blade was about to open the door. He heard a very rhythmic snoring sound from the room. He could only turn around and look for other "bedrooms". By the way, he complained with a sigh of relief: "He ate. Sleeping pills?"
"I don't know." The coach's plain voice came from behind her.
The blade jerked back and looked at the man standing in the hallway with two mustaches. He lowered his voice and said, "I didn't talk to you... yes, you changed the property right then?"
"Maybe." The coach said casually, as if he were not interested in this topic.
"Don't think that I am a fool." The blood-blade sticked out his tongue and licked his lips. The frozen white face showed a gloomy smile: "What did you do in the forest, I felt it..."
"We are teammates." The coach stared at the woman in front of him, a look of "good old man."
"It won't be necessary in the future." The blade smashed his hand, and the meaningful opening said: "It would be interesting to kill someone like you."
Two players in the same team, like a deep hatred, passed by and found a place to rest.
At this time, in the snow in front of the radar station, a trapped skinny man was standing in front of the microwave weapon launcher parked next to the radar, and stroking the ice-cold shell on the side of the armored vehicle. Excited looks like a foot control encounters a black silk leg.
Standing behind him, the mass-produced t800, which is responsible for surveillance work, said nothing, standing behind the radio expert with an assault rifle, the eyes behind the sunglasses were not stunned, and the angular faces were still without any expression.
"This is the high-power microwave generator that the Americans said. I really didn't expect to see it here!" The radio engineering master named Haider, excitedly dancing, sent his own emotions to the street dance.
It is not surprising that he is so excited. After all, the high-power microwave weapons that are common in later generations, in this era, belong to the "God-level equipment" that will only appear in science fiction.
Haider is very clear that he is facing, it is probably the first microwave weapon in human history to be put on the battlefield!

Can I take it apart?
Haider looked back at the t800 robot that had been silent. He said incoherently:
I... this equipment is very good!

Looking at the excited look of this person, t800 slowly opened and made a sound with a little metal texture: "You have no authority."
"Can you let them give me permission to renovate, please!" Haider gave the t800 a sigh: "This equipment is a miracle in the history of human manufacturing!"
Hearing the words spoken by Haider in a nearly mad tone, when t800 was about to answer, in the distant mountains, suddenly there was a dull rumble, like a small earthquake.
At the same time as the explosion sounded, the two people who stayed in front of the microwave weapon launching vehicle and the Soviet airborne soldiers patrolling nearby all turned their attention to the position where the sound came.
A thick black smoke slowly rises from the distant mountains. It was followed by a second explosion, and another mushroom cloud was raised not far away.
Seeing this scene, the crazy Evan, who was still squatting on the top of the radar station, suddenly enlarged the only remaining eye, and the rare expression on the old face showed a dignified expression, whispering to himself:
"Our army's Kirov airship... crashed?"
......
When the Soviet Air Force's giant airships, which were nearly two hundred meters in length, were shot down in the mountains, they again caused large avalanches.
These big guys filled with bombs, the explosion caused by landing, quickly catch up with small nuclear bombs, the shock wave directly reached two kilometers away, shattering the window glass of several off-road vehicles nearby.
However, while the fired airship was slowly falling down, a large number of chariots that shot down three airships had already rushed out to the outside along the mountain road at the fastest speed, leaving the danger zone of the explosion.
Although three chariots were blown off the cliff by the shock wave of the explosion, they fell directly into the fireball, but the remaining dozens of chariots were out of danger and returned to the commander.
"well."
The man standing in the open space in the depths of the mountains, satisfactorily looked at the multi-purpose infantry vehicles that were parked in front of them and equipped with small missile turrets and painted in winter camouflage.
The man covered his face with a white mask, only revealing a pair of dark eyes, wearing a blue velvet cap on his head, wearing an orange mountaineering suit that is easy to expose the target, rather than a soldier, but more like a climber.
Behind him, stood close to a hundred American soldiers wearing snow camouflage combat uniforms.
Unlike Lin Qiao’s red-eyed remnants, these soldiers are very calm, silently standing in the same place, like the cold warrior sculptures, quite a bit of "fine soldiers" style.
Seeing that the soldiers who shot down the airship had returned to the team, the commander cleared his throat and strode to the center of the open space and began to make his own pre-war speech with impassioned voice:
"Veterans, the Soviet Red Army is now killing our compatriots. I can see that there is a powerful force hidden behind them, so that those who have lost their lives suddenly become spiritual and become ferocious mad dogs."
Speaking of this, the commander suddenly raised the tone: "But now, we are here! Let the Soviet mobilizers who can only hire for a hundred dollars, and even the ak are unstable, see the power of the American soldiers! Kill the light They, revenge for our comrades!"
The soldiers did not speak, but responded to the call of the commander with a neat loading and closing action.
"The Soviet soldiers in this area have been cleared, trimmed here, we will leave two hours later!" The commander said to walk into the west side of the open space, the tent that had been set up.
After listening to the commander’s speech, the energetic American soldiers began to camp in this open space.
Of course, they did not hear the commander’s camp, and they sounded smug:
"Americans are really flickering."