Boom!
The Distortion Halo, like electric light, poured out on the tank-class soldiers wearing Allied uniforms.
The latter's shoulder looked like it had been hit by a cannonball, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, and the white stubble of the bone was exposed, which was particularly shocking.
However, this 'tank-class' Allied soldier didn't fall; instead, he ran into the enemy like a bull in desperation.
Dong!
The two figures rolled into a ball and grappled with each other.
Compared with the 'tank-class' of the Third Reich, Allied soldiers are more thick-skinned and can withstand the opponent's output.
He clutched his enemy's waist as hard as he could, and his companion rushed up, snagging firmly on the neck and twisting hard!
As if picking fruit from a tree, the fragile neck bone was snapped off, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The sturdy body fell to the ground with a 'thud.'
This fierce battle began 5 minutes ago.
Sieglinde's battle group, in teams of three, and allied soldiers in teams of six, met on the street that they had to pass before they could reach the Arc de Triomphe.
Unexpected encounter, an instant outbreak!
The Allied side reinforced their soldiers towards heavy combatants.
They are focusing on reforming the body and strengthening their defense.
Accordingly, their Distortion Halo is weakened, and the lethality was reduced.
The 'tank-class' soldiers made by the Third Empire are a bit more comprehensive.
They had more time to master their own abilities, and their overall combat power is higher than that of the Allied side.
That's why Luke arranged a team of six people to avoid fighting alone as much as possible.
Boom, boom, boom!
A loud explosion sounded!
Seeing the compatriots killed, the remaining two 'tank-class' soldiers combined their efforts to send a wave of dazzling light that enveloped the entire street.
The strong airflow was like a rolling hurricane that blew down all the street lamps.
The terrifying energy was like a flood of light that poured out of the sky in a flash!
The Allied soldiers who just broke the enemy's neck couldn't escape being caught in it.
No matter how thick-skinned he is, his defensive power is impressive, but he couldn't stop this kind of fierce attack.
In a few moments, the whole person was stripped of flesh and skin by the high temperature, leaving only a charred black skeleton.
"Fall back!"
The leader of the six-man team quickly dodged backward to avoid being hit.
Their strength is their numbers and defensive power, and they can fight the Third Empire's "tank-class" in a battle of attrition.
Once you fall into the disadvantage of a Distortion Halo bombardment, you have to retreat in time -- this was Luke's plan.
In his words, 'There is no need for rules when dealing with Nazis; everyone should work together.'
'However, when the situation turns bad, you should know how to retreat strategically, not just mindlessly charge.'
"Let me help!"
Before the Allied team, which lost one person, exited the street, a tall figure in the Star-Spangled Banner uniforms appeared behind them.
"Follow me!"
Rogers held the vibranium shield in front of him and strode forward like a Spartan warrior guarding the mountain pass.
The powerful Distortion Halos poured down on the round shield like a tidal wave, but it didn't cause the slightest damage.
'Luke is correct; as long as I raise my shield, the enemy's attack will focus on one point and won't attack any other vital issues on my body. '
Rogers broke through the combined power of two 'tank-class' soldiers and forced his way in front of them with a single dash.
The metal shield drew an arc, just like swinging a powerful downward hook to fly the enemy in front of it.
Later, Rogers followed up with a Dragon Crash kick and kicked the German soldier who hadn't reacted yet.
The other's abdomen contracted, bent like lobster, and their bodies rolled and smashed into a glass window on the side of the street.
"Don't scatter; go to the next street and join the others!"
Easily defeating the two enemies, Rogers turned around and said so.
The tactics they adopted were to form an encirclement in groups of six and advance towards the Arc de Triomphe.
The Allied soldiers nodded and withdrew from the streets in an orderly manner.
"Another enemy is coming. "
Someone warned.
Not far away, three figures in German uniforms came quickly.
"I can handle it!"
Rogers grinned and clenched the vibranium shield with his right hand.
Explosive energy erupted from both eyes.
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"I don't know how Steve's side is doing, but I hope he doesn't run into Sieglinde; that German bitch isn't to be messed with. "
Luke was walking along the wide street leading to the Place de l'Étoile. He was eager to see how strong the 'battleship-class' soldiers could be.
He didn't team up with other Allied soldiers and walked alone.
It's just that Captain America, who could stand up to Sieglinde, wandered around to solve those 'tank-class' German soldiers and form a complete encirclement.
According to the intelligence of the Strategic Science Reserve, Sieglinde is the only 'battleship-class' in Paris. If numbers surround Sieglinde, Rogers may get rid of the other party -- this was Allied Command's plan.
In their eyes, Luke served more of a command role.
It isn't very realistic to battle a 'battleship-class' head-on.
'Hmm? I'm being approached voluntarily. '
Suddenly, Luke stopped in his tracks, and a strong sense of wariness rose in his eyes.
He heard a strong heartbeat, like a drum roll.
"Sieglinde?"
At the end of the street, a vigorous figure appeared under the night sky.
The well-fitted German uniform outlined the exaggerated lines of a woman.
The golden hair braids windlessly moved as if free from gravity.
"the Allied Superman?"
Sieglinde's voice was slightly hoarse, and her sharp gaze pierced Luke as if to see through the man.
"I thought you would be older than this boy scout appearance. "
"A guy named Julian told me something similar, and then -- he died. "
Luke's mouth curled; he didn't look nervous at all.
He felt a vigorous and robust vitality from Sieglinde, like a flaming fireball, releasing great light.
She's a worthy opponent!
"I'm not a rude man who likes to hit women, but there's no need to pay attention to such things on the battlefield, right?"
Luke seemed to build up his strength, taking each step slowly but powerfully.
The solid ground slightly vibrated, opening fine cracks like cobwebs.
"I only hope you don't cry like a woman, Brigadier General. "
Sieglinde's eyes were slightly heated, and a bright white light filled them.
Like a ball of lightning, the Distortion Halo burst out and blasted toward Luke, who was coming towards her.
The latter didn't choose to resist and dodged the attack with a side step.
The terrifying energy poured into the street, forming an explosive and powerful wave that turned into a fierce gale.
'It's about the lethality of a rocket, and it won't do me any harm. '
Luke judged roughly, and his thoughts moved slightly to wear the suit.
Then, with a heavy stomp, his body slammed into Sieglinde, who was in a cool down after her attack.
The incredible speed made the dark red cloak rattle and turned into a streak of shadow.
Luke's right hand clenched into a fist, his muscles twisted into a ball, making a subtle explosion-like sound.
Heavy enough to punch through a tank, Sieglinde's pretty face is smashed mercilessly!
"Great strength! I like muscular men!"
Sieglinde caught Luke's moving trajectory, and instead of choosing to defend like the 'tank-class' Julian, she opened her palm and clutched the heavy fist that came down.
Dong!
The sound of metal clashing with force!
The incredible power was like a cannonball, and all of it was bombarded into Sieglinde's palm.
Her body shook violently, and the German uniform wrapped around her arm was torn apart and scattered into flying debris.
The ground on which both legs were based collapsed down!
A cloud of dust rose, forming a thick smoke screen!
"It's my turn!"
Sieglinde's lip bled at the corner. Blocking the punch wasn't easy.
However, this female 'battleship-class' soldier didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, she took the initiative to attack.
A powerful knee strike connects, like a loaded bullet, fast and violent!
"That was close!"
Luke's eyes froze. As if anticipating it, he subconsciously blocked downward. His arm was jolted numb.
He was in no mood to show mercy to the woman. He turned around and grabbed Sieglinde's wrist, twisted his body, and slammed his opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder slam.
Boom!
The concrete blocks spattered like a rainstorm. Sieglinde was embedded deep into the road, stamping out a human silhouette.