Superman

boom!

The blazing white energy that was dazzling like electric light poured on the "tank-class" soldiers in the uniforms of the Allied forces.

The latter's shoulder seemed to be hit by a cannonball, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, and Bai Sensen's bones and stubble were exposed, which was particularly shocking.

However, this "tank-class" Allied soldier did not fall, but like a bull, rushing towards the enemy desperately.

Boom!

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

Compared with the "tank class" of the Third Reich, Allied soldiers had to be thicker and thicker, able to withstand the opponent's output.

He hugged the enemy's waist hard, his companion rushed up, stuck his neck firmly, and twisted it hard!

As if plucking fruit from a tree, the fragile neck bone was twisted directly, and blood came out like a fountain.

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

This fierce battle began five minutes ago.

The Sieglind battle group in a team of three and Allied soldiers in a team of six met on the street that must pass to reach the Arc de Triomphe.

The unexpected encounter broke out directly!

The strengthening direction of the Allied side is to reload soldiers.

Focus on transforming the body and enhancing defenses.

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

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

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

Therefore, Luke will arrange a team of six and try to avoid fighting alone.

Rumble!

A huge explosion sounded!

Seeing that the compatriots were killed, the remaining two "tank-class" soldiers made waves together, and the dazzling light enveloped the entire street.

The strong air current is like a rolling hurricane, blowing down the street lights on the street.

The terrifying energy is like a flood of electricity and light, pouring out in an instant!

The Allied soldier who broke the enemy's neck just now couldn't dodge and be covered.

No matter how rough and thick he was and his defenses were amazing, he couldn't stop this fierce offensive.

In an instant, the whole person was peeled off by the heat, leaving only a scorched skeleton.

"retreat!"

The leader of the six-person team quickly dodged backwards to avoid being affected.

Their advantage is the number of people, as well as defensive power, able to fight with the "tank class" of the Third Reich.

Once you fall into the unfavorable situation of the energy against the bomb, you must retreat in time-this is the plan made by Luke.

In his original words, "You don't have to talk about any rules when dealing with Na (na) cultists, you just have to go together."

It's just that you must know how to retreat strategically when the situation is bad, and you can't charge without thinking.

"I'll help!"

Before the allied squad, which had been killed in battle, exited the street, a tall figure wearing a Stars and Stripes uniform appeared behind him.

"Follow me!"

Rogers used the vibrato shield in front, like a Spartan warrior guarding a hot spring, striding forward.

The incredibly powerful burst of light poured on the circular shield like a tide, but did not cause the slightest harm.

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

Rogers abruptly broke through the combined force of the two "tank-class" soldiers, rushing towards him in one phase.

The metal shield draws an arc from bottom to top, as if swinging a heavy uppercut, hitting the enemy in front of it.

Immediately afterwards, Rogers received a giant dragon strike and kicked the German soldiers who had not yet reacted.

The opponent's abdomen contracted and bent into a lobster-like shape, and his body rolled into the glass showcase on the side of the street.

"Don't disperse, go to the next street and meet other people!"

Solve the two enemies easily, Rogers turned and said.

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

The Allied soldiers nodded and evacuated the street in an orderly manner.

"An enemy is coming."

Someone reminded.

Not far away, three figures in German uniforms rushed over.

"I can handle it!"

Rogers grinned and clenched the golden shield with his right hand.

In his eyes, hot energy burst out.

...

...

"I don't know what's going on with Steve, but don't just run into Sieglind. That German lady is not a messy character."

Luke was walking on the wide street leading to the star-shaped square. He really wanted to see how strong the "battleship class" soldiers could be.

He did not team up with other Allied soldiers, and walked alone.

The only American Captain who can fight Sieglind, wandering around as an assaultman, solving the "tank-class" German soldiers, forming a complete encirclement.

According to the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps, Paris has only Sieglind a "battleship class". If it is surrounded by numbers and Rogers may be able to get rid of the opponent-this is the plan of the Allied Command.

In their eyes, Luke played more of a command role.

Defeating a "battleship class" head-on doesn't feel very realistic.

"Huh? Take the initiative to come to me."

Suddenly, Luke stopped, a strong sense of war in his eyes.

He heard a strong heartbeat, like beating a drum.

"Sieglind?"

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

The ironed and fitted German uniforms outlined the exaggerated lines of women.

The golden hair braided automatically without wind, just like getting rid of gravity.

"Allied Superman?"

Sieglind's voice was slightly hoarse, and his sharp eyes pierced Luke, as if to see the man transparently.

"I thought you should be older, not like this boy scout."

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

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, not the slightest tense posture of facing an enemy.

He felt an exuberant and powerful vitality from Sieglind, like a blazing fireball, releasing amazing light.

Is a worthy opponent!

"Previously, I am definitely not a rude man who likes to do things to women, but you don't need to pay so much attention to the battlefield, right?"

Luke is like accumulating strength, taking every step slowly and forcefully.

The solid ground trembles slightly, opening up fine cracks like a spider web.

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

Sieglind's eyes were slightly hot, and the white light filled them.

The energy beam of light that resembled a ball of lightning sprayed out, blasting straight towards Luke who was walking towards her.

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

Terrifying energy poured out on the streets, forming an explosive strong air wave, turning into a hot night wind.

"It's almost the lethality of a rocket. It can't cause fatal damage to me."

Luke judged roughly, his thoughts moved slightly, covering his skin.

Immediately, he stepped heavily on his feet and slammed into Sieglind, who was cooling down his skills.

The astonishing speed made the dark red cloak hunt and hunt, turning into an afterimage.

Luke clenched a fist with his right hand, his muscles twisted into a ball, making a small noise like an explosion.

A heavy fist enough to punch through the tank, aiming at Sieglind's pretty face, ruthlessly smashed it down!

"Strength is great! I like muscle type!"

Sieglind caught Luke's movement. She did not choose an ambiguous defense like the "tank-class" Julian, but opened her palms and clenched the heavy fists that fell.

Boom!

It's like the shock of metal collision!

The terrifying force blasted into Sieglind's palm like a cannonball.

Her body shook suddenly, and the German uniform that wrapped her arm was torn apart and scattered into flying debris.

The ground on which the legs are resting even more collapses!

A puff of dust flutters up, forming a dense smoke screen!

"It's my turn!"

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Sieglind's lips, and it was not easy to block the punch.

It's just that this "battleship-class" female soldier did not have the slightest intention of retreat in her eyes, but took the initiative to attack.

A heavy knee hit it, like a bullet out of the chamber, quickly and violently!

"so close!"

Luke's eyes condensed, as if he had expected it earlier, he subconsciously blocked it, and his arm was numb.

At this moment, he didn't have the feeling of pity and cherishment. On the contrary, he squeezed Sieglind's wrist, twisted his body and threw his shoulders, smashing the opponent to the ground.

boom!

The concrete blocks splashed like a torrential rain, and Zieglind embedded deeply into the road, pressing out a humanoid silhouette.