Chapter 1356 - 436: Ura! Twist Your Neck to the Right! (3)

Chapter 1356: Chapter 436: Ura! Twist Your Neck to the Right! (3)

This made the Soviet Petrochemical Special Forces dumbfounded.

Wait, between us, who the hell is the real Soviet?!

Weren’t Horizon Mercenaries supposed to be useless Americans?

Why are they shouting these words more fluently than us?

Soviet alignment?

Could they be one of us?

Beneath an ATS Power Armor, Squad Leader Bro Yevsky roared in Russian at the enemy.

"Suka! Who the hell are you?!"

"Listen up! Your daddy is Reznov! That badass who planted the red flag on the German Mansion! Your ancestor!"

The player didn’t even bother with his gun, using the Power Armor’s fists to greet Yevsky’s head viciously.

"My WCJJ iron fists are specifically for bashing you Nazi dog remnants!"

"What? Nazi?"

Yevsky forcefully kicked the player off himself, a ridiculous emotion rising in his heart.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Originally he shouldn’t be speaking so much, but the situation was too strange, with the opponent having a distinctly Soviet name. Could it be that they were assaulting friendly forces?

Yevsky tried calling out.

"Are you comrade of ours?"

It turned out better not said, as the player’s battle desire intensified.

"You dogs dare use the word comrade?"

Following a howl, he lunged again, wrestling with Yevsky.

Explain?

What’s there to explain?

If in reality people merely lament the Soviet’s death and say it died well,

Then in the cyber world, all that can be said is "How the hell do you still have the face to be alive?"

If it weren’t for Gorbachev going mad, nuking the Middle East, the world wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Idiots are scarier than villains.

An alliance claiming to liberate the world and overthrow capitalism would go so far as to monopolize oil interests, causing an enormous crime with casualties in the billions.

This blow shattered the legitimacy of the global left-wing movement completely; all countries governments and their people went berserk on this day, hunting those GCZY elements, anyone daring to speak those words would be instantly ostracized or even jailed and executed.

Everyone flocked en masse to the capitalism headquarters.

If the world changing like this is a domino effect, then the Middle East nuclear war is definitely the biggest piece.

The Soviet Union has to bear half those ten black pots!

Especially when you’re still alive, and set to be reborn by Soviet Petrochemical, it’s just even more disgust-inducing!

Comrade?

Who the hell is your comrade!

Forget Lestor three, even if Xunzong and Yumi were revived, they’d strangle the current Soviet leaders alive.

Players’ hatred of the Soviet Union even exceeds other European countries, second only to little Neon.

The players and Dragon Field Soldiers were fiercely intercepting Soviet Special Forces in the hills and copses, thanks to them the transfer unit arrived safely at Varadero Beach Airport.

On the tarmac, several transport Floating Ships were docked, with six anti-aircraft vehicles and missile systems deployed around the airport, and a dozen semi-trucks with their rears covered by black tarps, looking somewhat like intercontinental missile setups.

On the beach, young Cuban recruits boarded first, forming orderly queues under soldiers’ guidance to enter the ship’s holds.

Though knowing the enemy would strike now, there was no choice, having come this far, you couldn’t make two thousand people turn back and get shelled again by artillery.

To maintain order, Wildman personally led a unit of frontline players to come and command.

However, things went just as anticipated, Huang Ban satellites first detected several missiles ascending in the Bahamas area, several air defenses responded, with intercepting missiles firing in succession.

Ultimately two broke through the defense network, reaching Varadero’s sky.

The missiles exploded in mid-air, but no visible fire or cluster bombs descended, instead an invisible electromagnetic interference wave spread rapidly, affecting many electronic devices.

But players learned from multiple lessons had made considerable protective measures against this, important devices reinforced against electromagnetic interference, even cyborg bodies coated with EMP-resistant layers.

Clearly measures to prevent Brother Dao and others from filming propaganda battles.

Following the EMP missiles came electronic warfare attacks, overwhelming amounts of fake and real signals swamped external networks, abruptly increasing Sky Net’s workload, forcing allocation of an extra 2 computing points to handle this.

But as for radar signals, there was truly no solution but relying on who had superior radar technology to distinguish true from false.

Wildman knew this was the enemy’s offensive signal, thus immediately ordered.

"Marauders take off, prepare for battle!"

Marauders compared to proper warplanes, were significantly inferior, only capable of catching up to slow-moving enemy planes briefly, often exchanging ten of their losses for even one enemy plane.

Such a loss rate was unacceptable to players, thus they began brainstorming ways to boost drone combat prowess without incurring massive costs.

There is a way, my friend, indeed there is.

Since mobility can’t keep up, and stealth capability is poor, then just don’t chase or hide, switch development focus to another thing.

Radar

As long as I can spot the enemy first, lock on first, and shoot first, why should I care about mobility issues?

A new combat system thus emerged.

Electronic Warfare Marauders equipped with large radars, and those serving as missile platforms.

One as the eyes, the other as the fork.