Superman

Chapter 70? Dealing with the Axis Powers Doesn’t Have to Be Moral

boom!

The incandescent energy, as dazzling as lightning, poured on the "tank-level" soldiers in Allied uniforms.

The shoulder of the latter seemed to be hit by a shell, a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off, and the white bone stubble was exposed, which was particularly terrifying.

However, this "tank-level" Allied soldier did not fall, but instead rushed towards the enemy like a bull.

Boom!

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

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

He hugged the enemy's waist with all his strength, and his companion rushed up, grabbed his neck firmly, and twisted it hard!

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

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

This fierce battle started 5 minutes ago.

The Sieglinde battle group in a team of three and the Allied soldiers in a team of six met on the necessary street to reach the Arc de Triomphe.

The expected encounter broke out immediately!

The strengthening direction of the allied forces is heavy soldiers.

Focus on transforming the body and enhancing defense.

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

The "tank class" soldiers manufactured 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 forces.

That's why Luke arranged a team of six and tried to avoid fighting alone.

Rumble!

A huge explosion sounded!

Seeing that their compatriots were killed, the remaining two "tank-level" soldiers fought together, and the dazzling light enveloped the entire street.

The strong airflow was like a rolling hurricane, blowing down the street lamps on the street.

The terrifying energy is like a torrent of electric light overwhelming the sky, pouring out in an instant!

The allied soldier who broke the enemy's neck just now couldn't dodge and was covered in it.

No matter how rough-skinned and thick-skinned he is, his defensive power is astonishing, but he can't stop this fierce attack.

In an instant, the whole body was peeled off by high temperature, leaving only a scorched black skeleton.

"retreat!"

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

Their advantage lies in their numbers and defensive power, and they can fight attrition with the "tank class" of the Third Reich.

Once they fall into an unfavorable situation of energy against the bomb, they must retreat in time. This is Luke's plan.

In his original words, it is "you don't need to follow any rules when dealing with Nazis, you can do it together".

It's just that if you see the situation is not good, you must also know how to retreat strategically, and you can't charge blindly.

"I'm here to help!"

Before the Allied squad with one man killed in battle exited the street, a tall figure in the uniform of the Stars and Stripes appeared behind him.

"Follow me!"

Rogers strode forward with a vibrating gold shield, like a Spartan warrior guarding Thermopylae.

The astonishingly powerful shattering light poured down on the round shield like a tide, but it did not cause the slightest damage.

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

Rogers abruptly broke through the combined force of the two "tank-level" soldiers, and rushed forward with a phase.

The metal shield draws an arc from bottom to top, like swinging a powerful uppercut, knocking the enemy in front of him into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Rogers took a giant dragon impact and kicked the German soldiers who hadn't reacted yet.

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

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

Easily eliminated the two enemies, Rogers turned and said.

The tactic they adopted was to form an encirclement circle in batches of six people and advance towards the Arc de Triomphe.

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

"Another enemy is coming."

someone reminded.

Not far away, three figures in German uniforms came quickly.

"I can handle it!"

Rogers grinned, clenched the vibrating gold shield with his right hand.

Fiery energy burst out from the eyes.

"I don't know what's going on with Steve, but don't just bump into Sieglinde, that German bitch is not a character to mess with."

Luke was walking on the wide street leading to the Star Square, he really wanted to see how strong the "Battleship Class" soldiers could be.

He did not form a team with other Allied soldiers, and traveled alone.

The only captain of the United States who can fight against Sieglinde wanders around as a commando to deal with those "tank-level" German soldiers and form a complete encirclement.

According to the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps, there is only one "battleship class" Sieglinde in Paris. 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 commanding role.

Defeating a "Battleship Class" head-on doesn't feel very realistic.

"Huh? You took the initiative to come to me."

Suddenly, Luke stopped, with a strong fighting intent in his eyes.

He heard a strong heartbeat, like the beating of a drum.

"Sieglinde?"

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

The tightly fitted German uniform outlined the exaggerated lines of a woman.

The golden braids are windless and automatic, just like getting rid of gravity.

"Superman of the Allies?"

Sieglinde's voice was slightly hoarse, and his sharp eyes stabbed at Luke, as if he wanted to see this man thoroughly.

"I thought you'd be older than this Boy Scout look."

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

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, without the slightest nervousness of facing an enemy.

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

It's a worthy opponent!

"Beforehand, I'm definitely not a rude and reckless guy who likes to do things to women, but you don't have to pay so much attention to it on the battlefield, right?"

Luke took every step slowly and powerfully, as if gathering strength.

The solid ground trembled slightly, and fine cracks burst open, like spider webs.

"I just hope you don't cry like a woman then, Commodore."

Sieglinde's eyes were slightly hot, filled with white light.

Like a ball of lightning, the energy light burst out and blasted straight towards Luke who was walking towards her.

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

Terrifying energy poured down on the street, forming a powerful blast like an explosion, which turned into a fiery night wind.

"It's almost as lethal as a rocket, and it can't cause fatal damage to me."

Luke made a rough judgment, and his thoughts moved slightly, covering his skin.

Immediately, with a heavy footstep, he slammed into Sieglinde whose skills were cooling down.

The astonishing speed caused the dark red cloak to rattle, turning into an afterimage.

Luke made a fist with his right hand, and his muscles twisted into a ball, making a subtle sound like a burst.

The heavy fist enough to pierce through the tank was aimed at Sieglinde's pretty face, and smashed down mercilessly!

"Great strength! I love muscularity!"

Sieglinde captured Luke's movement trajectory. She did not choose to defend like the "tank-level" Julian, but opened her palm and tightly clenched the heavy fist that fell.

Boom!

It was like the vibration sound of metal colliding forcefully!

The terrifying power was like a cannonball, all blasting into Sieglinde's palm.

Her body shook violently, and the German uniform covering her arms was torn apart and scattered into flying debris.

The ground on which the legs were standing collapsed even more!

A puff of dust rose up, forming a thick smoke screen!

"It's my turn!"

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

It's just that this "battleship-level" female soldier didn't have the slightest intention of retreating in her eyes, but instead took the initiative to attack.

A powerful knee hit, like a bullet fired, fast and violent!

"so close!"

Luke's eyes were fixed, as if he had expected it in advance, he subconsciously blocked it, and his arm was numb from the shock.

At this time, he had no feelings of pity, instead he pinched Sieglinde's wrist, twisted his body and threw him over his shoulder, smashing Sieglinde hard to the ground.

boom!

The concrete blocks were splashed like a rainstorm, and Sieglinde was deeply embedded in the road, pressing out a human silhouette.

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"What a powerful force! What a keen sense of combat!"

This thought popped into Sieglinde's head.

She would occasionally practice duels with the other two "Battleship Class", and she had never suffered a disadvantage in fighting martial arts.

But when facing Luke, he was somewhat restrained.

Not only because of the powerful strength of the opponent, but more importantly, this Allied superman seems to be able to predict his own attack.

"Deathknell's physical master is quite easy to use."

Luke looked down at Sieglinde who was lying in the human-shaped pit, without intending to say any more nonsense, he raised his foot and stepped on it heavily.

As he said before, there is no gender distinction on the battlefield, and excessive pity for the enemy is tantamount to murdering himself and his teammates.

Bang!

Step on it!

Sieglinde folded his hands over his chest.

There was only a "click" sound, and the heavy force was like a steel war hammer, smashing two arms brazenly.