Today's half hour was the most terrifying, desperate, and helpless half hour that these Marines have ever experienced in their lives.

Of course, it was also the last brief moment of their lives.

Faced with a unilateral massacre that feels like divine punishment, no one can escape.

Even the fastest runner can be hit by a bullet flying from behind in the next moment.

Some clever soldiers even came up with the idea of ​​lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.

But it was completely useless!

That hellish demon seemed to possess antennae that could detect the living, always able to smell the presence of those who weren't quite dead.

So, the inevitable fate of these clever fools who feign death is either being blown up or getting a headshot...

canyon.

On a hillside, James lay half-reclined in a bomb crater, panting heavily.

After half an hour of fierce attack, half of the remaining three or four hundred soldiers of the 41st Battalion were killed or wounded.

His right arm, where he was hit by shrapnel from a grenade, is still bleeding profusely.

The intense pain gradually blurred his consciousness.

His body lay limply on the soil, feeling the damp, cold air emanating from beneath.

In the distance, the sky beyond the canyon was now shrouded in thick black smoke.

The gunshots and explosions outside the valley grew closer and closer.

There is only one possibility:

The 9th and 11th Brigades that were supporting him encountered an attack by a powerful enemy.

And the situation is quite bad!

The gunfire outside the valley gradually subsided.

James felt a chill run through him; he knew those two units outside were doomed!

Good heavens, there are so many people!

Even if these people don't resist and just stand there and let you kill them, how long would it take to kill them all?

James couldn't understand what other army in the world could defeat two Marine brigades in such a short time.

That's the most advanced Marine Corps on Earth, and one of the top three in the world in terms of army combat strength!

James firmly believes that even if the same force that defeated them on the peninsula came back then, it wouldn't work!

Although that unit was brave and almost reached the limits of human warriors, they were still human.

To wipe out an army of ten thousand men within a radius of more than ten kilometers in half an hour is something no normal human being could do!

Unless... it's God!!!

Could it be... that what came wasn't an army at all, but that Easterner named Lin Dong?

James is a huge fan of superhero stories, and he often watches exciting movies and reads comics like "Superman".

He had always believed that there were no superhumans in the world; they only existed on screen or in comics.

It wasn't until Lin Dong's appearance in recent years that his understanding of the world was overturned.

It turns out that true superhumans can indeed ignore guns and cannons and withstand nuclear bombs.

Slaying thousands of soldiers is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables!

"Alas...it's a pity that Lin Dong is not American."

James sighed softly, half-lying in the pit and muttering to himself:

"Perhaps, this Lin Dong doesn't like the feeling of wearing his underwear on the outside..."

"boom!"

An explosion rang out beside the bomb crater.

The dirt rained down, covering James from head to toe.

He did not move, nor did he call out to the terrified soldiers around him.

Suddenly, it seemed as if he had lost all his strength, letting the soil cover him.

"It's no use, the United States is doomed!"

After saying this, he closed his eyes in anguish and despair.

......

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Endless smoke hung over the damp, cold coastal land of Alaska.

At the foot of a hillside, the branches and leaves of the cedar trees are burning brightly.

Suddenly, black smoke billowed and separated into two waves.

A tall, upright figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

This is a young man from the East.

Black hair, black suit, and a cold, stern face.

That's right, it's Lin Dong!!!

Lin Dong glanced at the Gatling gun in his hand, which felt as light as a feather, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, they're all done killing!

Damn, killing people is so tiring!!

Using nuclear weapons would be much more satisfying.

He retracted the heavy machine gun into his spatial storage.

A few hundred meters across from the woods is a hillside.

With Lin Dong's sharp eyesight, he could clearly see the corpses of American soldiers lying haphazardly at the bottom of the valley.

300 meters up from the foot of the mountain, there are two newly dug trenches.

Dozens of Dragon Gang warriors were peeking out of the trench, curiously and excitedly looking towards the woods.

"Company Commander, I saw him! That guy by the woods is Boss Lin!!"

"My God, it really is Boss Lin!"

"I, Da Zhuang, am incredibly lucky to have fought alongside Boss Lin on the same battlefield in my lifetime!!"

"Look everyone, Boss Lin is coming..."

......

On the hillside, under the gaze of everyone.

Lin Dong's figure moved inconspicuously a few times before mysteriously appearing on the trench.

The morning sun hung directly overhead, making Lin Dong look like a god descending from heaven.

Chen Li, Xiao Li Zi, and many of their brothers who had survived the battle looked at the man in front of them with great excitement.

This man is the god of the Dragon Gang, their invincible war god, Lin Dong!!!

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