Marvel’s Superman

　　 Boom!

　　 The dazzling white energy 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-level" Allied soldier did not fall, but like a bull, rushing towards the enemy desperately.

　　咚!

　　 The two figures rolled into a ball and scrambled with each other.

　　 Compared with the "tank level" of the Third Reich, the Allied soldiers have to be more rough and thicker, and can hold the opponent's output.

　　 He hugged the enemy's waist hard, and 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 three-person team, and a six-person team of Allied soldiers, met on the street that must pass to reach the Arc de Triomphe.

　　 The unexpected encounters broke out directly!

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

　　 focuses on transforming the body and enhancing defenses.

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

　　 The "tank-class" soldiers made by the Third Reich are 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.

　　 rumbling!

　　 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 in it.

　　 No matter how rough he is and his defense is amazing, he can't stop this fierce offensive.

　　In an instant, the whole person was skinned 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 the defensive power, able to fight with the "tank class" of the Third Reich.

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

　　 In his original words, "You don't need 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 this one-man Allied squad could exit the street, a tall figure wearing a Stars and Stripes uniform appeared behind him.

"Follow me!"

　　 Rogers put a vibrating shield in front, like a Spartan warrior guarding a hot spring, striding forward.

　　 The shockingly 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 the other vitals of 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, like swinging a heavy uppercut, hitting the enemy in front of you.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Rogers took 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 shop window on the side of the street.

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

　　 Easily solved the two enemies, Rogers turned and said.

　　The tactic they adopted was a team of six, forming a circle in groups, and advancing towards the Arc de Triomphe.

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

　　 "An enemy is coming again."

　　 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 plays more of a command role.

　　 Defeating a "battleship class" head-on is not very realistic.

　　 "Huh? You came to me on your own initiative."

　　 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 outline the exaggerated lines of women.

　　 The golden hair braid has no wind and automatically, just like getting rid of gravity.

　　 "Superman of the Allied Forces?"

　　 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.

　　 From Sieglind, he felt a vigorous and powerful vitality, like a blazing fireball, releasing an astonishing light.

　　 is a worthy opponent!

　　 "Explain in advance, I am definitely not a rude man who likes to do things to women, but there is no need to pay attention to so much on the battlefield, right?

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

　　 The solid ground vibrated slightly, and cracks opened like a spider web.

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

　　 Zieglind's eyes were warm, and the white light filled them.

　　 The energy beam of light like 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 a powerful explosion-like wave, turning into a hot night breeze.

　　 "It's almost the lethality of a rocket, and it won't cause fatal damage to me."

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

　　 Immediately, with a heavy footstep, he fits into Sieglind, whose skills are cooling down.

　　 The amazing speed made the dark red cloak hunt and hunt, turning into a afterimage.

　　 Luke makes a fist with his right hand~www.ltnovel.com~ The muscles twist into a ball, making a small sound like a burst.

　　 A heavy fist enough to punch through the tank, aim at Sieglind's pretty face, and smash it ruthlessly!

　　 "Strength is great! I like muscle type!"

　　 Zieglind captured Luke's movement. She did not choose to defend herself like the "tank-class" Julian, but opened her palms and clenched the heavy fists that fell.

　　咚!

　　 The shocking sound of metal crashing hard!

　　 Shocking power like a cannonball, all blasted into Sieglind's palm.

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

　　 The ground on which his legs stood, even more collapsed!

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

　　 "It's my turn!"

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

　　 It's just that this "battleship-class" female soldier has no intention of retreat in her eyes, but instead takes 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 beforehand, he subconsciously blocked it, and his arm was numb.

　　 At this time, he had no feeling of pity for Xiangyu, and on the other hand, he squeezed Sieglind's wrist, twisted his body and threw his shoulders, and smashed the opponent severely on the ground.

　　 Boom!

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