"Boom! Boom--"
Explosions continued in the direction of the concentration camp, smoke and flames filled the air in all directions, and the blazing fire burned half of the night sky red.
The tranquility of the town was broken. When residents heard the sound of gunfire, they hid in their homes and did not dare to show their faces. The battle took place in a concentration camp where German prisoners were held. In their view, it was probably because the prisoners were tortured that they rioted.
Many people packed up their belongings and hid in cellars, hoping that the U.S. troops stationed there would suppress the riot as soon as possible and never let the German mad dogs out.
Although the U.S. troops stationed there are not good birds and often come to small towns in small groups to harm people, at least they do not kill people. It is not surprising that the thousands of German soldiers who escaped from the concentration camps did anything unscrupulous. .
The residents didn't know what happened in the concentration camp, but Bucky knew it well. Hydra's base was attacked. According to Russell's speculation, the good friend he thought about day and night participated in this battle. He must as soon as possible Get there.
Can……
Bucky sat in the driver's seat, started the car, looked at the empty co-pilot, and was trembling with anger: "It's like shit, how long are these two going to mess around!"
For three days, for three whole days, the room next door was either humming or crackling. Except for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day, the broken bed kept shaking.
Creak, creak, creak! Creak, creak, creak!
It's also called reporting work, what kind of bullshit work should be reported on the bed!
Thinking of this, Bucky's cold face couldn't help but twitch. If Natasha hadn't been neglecting her job and neglecting to collect intelligence, how could she have been surprised when the battle started and it was too late.
"Crack!"
The car door was opened, Russell rubbed his waist and sat in the passenger seat, while Natasha got into the back seat of the off-road vehicle. The two of them said nothing, as if they didn't know each other, and quietly arranged their messy clothes. Natasha took out a mirror from the ditch and combed her hair.
With his face as deep as water, Bucky stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, opened the wooden door, and drove towards the concentration camp as fast as possible.
Sensing the dissatisfaction of his men, Russell also knew that he had gone too far in the past two days. He lifted up his collar, covered the hickey on his neck, and said seriously: "Sergeant Bucky, don't get me wrong, we just encountered Hydra. Agents attacked, so it was delayed a bit.”
Bucky said with a cold face: "I know, no need to explain. Also, sir, please call me Barnes."
"Okay, Sergeant Bucky!" Russell nodded, changed the topic, and introduced the topic Bucky was concerned about: "You are so anxious, you must be worried about the outcome of the battle, but in my opinion, there is no need, Shmi The defeat is certain."
Steve is a man who can defeat Thanos with a hammer. Who is Schmidt? An NPC guarding gems. How can he kill Steve?
It's 50-50 at best, and that's because of Steve's passive skills!
…
When the off-road vehicle rushed to the concentration camp, the Howling Commandos had already broken into the underground base and were engaged in a thrilling life-and-death fight with Hydra soldiers.
There was no warning in the night attack, as if divine soldiers descended from heaven and caught Hydra by surprise. The soldiers in the base were following Schmidt's instructions, working overtime to build energy bombs, so much so that they didn't even bring any combat weapons with them.
The gunfire was loud, and the initial stage was almost a one-sided massacre. The Howling Commandos showed no mercy, killing all the unarmed Hydra soldiers, and soon evened out the numerical gap between the two sides.
After losing most of their troops in vain, the Hydra soldiers obtained weapons and started to fight back. However, the formation had been scattered, and the base was in chaos. The Hydra soldiers were fighting on their own, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.
Enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum, and after more than two years of battlefield training, Steve's fighting ability and combat experience are extremely powerful, and single-handedly fighting among the Hydra soldiers is like being in no one's land.
The energy gun hit the vibranium shield, not even a spark came out. The Hydra soldiers had nothing to do to Steve and could only watch him wreak havoc on the battlefield.
Steve mows the grass with a shield that violates the laws of physics. He is worried about where Schmidt is hiding in the base, fearing that the other party will abandon the army to save the commander and sneak away with the Cosmic Cube again.
Fortunately for Steve, the furious Schmidt didn't escape, or rather he chose to kill Steve first and then evacuate alone.
It stands to reason that it is a certainty that the base has been breached and Hydra's forces have been annihilated. If Schmidt had some sense, he should not have left the enemy alive.
But enemies are extremely jealous of each other. Steve has opposed Schmidt more than once, and has repeatedly destroyed his plan to conquer the world. How could Schmidt, who was so proud and arrogant and claimed to be a god on earth, bear such a bad breath? What he said today was to avenge his shame and eliminate Steve as a hidden danger.
"The lingering guy, I will kill you here today."
Schmidt looked at Steve, who was killing everyone, with deep hatred in his eyes. He even ran to the indifferent Siberia, but he didn't expect that Steve would still cling to him.
In fact, when the Alpine base was destroyed, Schmidt could have returned to the mustachioed leader and hibernated again, and the two would join forces to fight against the British and American forces. But he did not do so in the end. He had excellent strategic vision and could see that the head of state was no longer a grasshopper and that he could not protect himself.
Schmidt's prediction was correct. 2.8 million American, British and other Allied troops landed in Normandy, opening up the second battlefield in Europe. The Soviet army also launched a more violent attack on the German army on the Eastern Front. The Allied forces were attacking from both sides, and Berlin entered a countdown to its demise. If he had wavered at that time, he would definitely be buried with him.
But things are not going well now. He finally regained some strength in Siberia, but was completely destroyed by Steve.
As soon as the old and new grudges broke out, Schmidt pulled out the energy pistol from his waist, and a blue light hit the star-striped shield steadily.
"Bang~~~"
Ten rings!
This is the hidden skill of the vibranium shield, which passively attracts hatred and 100% protects the user from being hit by flying props. In the past few years that Steve has been holding a shield, he has participated in hundreds of battles, large and small, and has never been hit in the thigh or knee, not even by stray bullets. It can be called a causal weapon.
"Schmidt!"
Some people are not born to deal with them, but they can clearly sense the other party, even if they are on a messy battlefield. Steve was hit with a black gun. He subconsciously turned around and saw Schmidt with the cat behind the wall. Without saying a word, he rushed over with his shield raised.
Schmidt raised his gun and fired continuously, with extremely precise shooting skills, hitting the center of the shield every time. Although tilting the muzzle downward slightly could break Steve's legs, he just couldn't. He shouted "die" while aiming at the shield and shooting.
The distance between the two gradually shortened, and Steve rushed in front of Schmidt, raised his shield and pushed sideways, knocking the energy pistol out of his hand.
Schmidt didn't pick up the pistol. He took advantage of Steve's middle door to be wide open and punched him in the middle of the face: "Stupid guy, no matter how you look at it, you are full of weaknesses. I really don't know what Erskine is interested in." What's wrong with you?"
Steve wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a cold expression: "At least I won't become a madman!"
"Madman!?" Schmidt looked disdainful: "Erskin said this because he was jealous of my talent. He is just a mortal, how can he understand the thoughts of God? You are even stupider than him. You clearly have the power of God but you I am willing to be mediocre, only I am the most perfect.”
"Huh, does perfection in your dictionary mean that it's as ugly as a monster?" Steve looked at Schmidt's face and mocked him to his heart's content.
Schmidt's face was gloomy, he was hurt by the poke, and he laughed angrily from embarrassment. He was like an arrow from the string, and he threw himself in front of Steve with a whoosh.
Faced with Schmidt's attack, Steve raised his shield to block, but Schmidt just feinted with a punch, dwarfed him, and kicked Steve in the back of his knee, knocking him to the ground.
Steve hurriedly fought back, but he was a step too slow. Schmidt was riding on him, and his shield was taken away and thrown aside. He could only parry with both hands to block the rain of fists.
"Idiot, you have superhuman strength, but your weapon is just a shield. Do you really want to be God?" Schmidt mocked repeatedly, trying his best, punching Steve like a wave, whistling on him.
Both are finished products of the Super Soldier Serum, and their physical fitness is about the same. Neither can crush the other. Once they are at a disadvantage, it will be difficult to turn around. Steve hurriedly parried, only to feel that the two arms in front of him were about to be broken. A knee hit Schmidt's back, and then he hooked his head with both feet and sent him flying out.
"Bang!!"
Schmidt hit the wall hard and stood up with a grin: "It's just that, it's just a little strength."
"Yes, with this little strength, you can try again!"
Steve shouted loudly and ran forward. His body was like lightning. He rushed in front of Schmidt in the blink of an eye, and then kicked him in the chest in the air, sending him flying and hitting the wall again.
"Bang!!!"
Schmidt took a deep breath. Even with his extreme physical fitness, he still felt uncomfortable after being kicked. Sliding down from the wall, he staggered sideways to avoid Steve's fist. He dodged several times in a row, regained some strength, and then elbowed him sideways, wrestling with Steve.
At this moment, a dim light appeared in the shadow, and a metal arm picked up the vibranium shield that fell on the ground and threw it out, hitting Schmidt directly in the back of the heart.
Schmidt was concentrating on fighting Steve, only to feel a pain in his back, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of sweet blood. His body was out of control, as if he was hit by a speeding car, and he screamed and flew out.
Steve was startled and asked himself, it would have been impossible for him to swing the shield with such force, so he hurriedly looked into the shadows.
Bucky stepped out of the shadows, the metallic luster of his mechanical left arm was dazzling, and he snorted coldly: "Steve, without my help, you still got beaten."
Steve's pupils shrank suddenly and he said tremblingly: "You...you are..."
Bucky shook his hair: "Yes, it's me, I'm back."
"who are you?"
"..."
