IMUC-CHAPTER 73: BATTLEFIELD DOMINATION

“Da da da—”

Bullets from ordinary rifles shot from all directions seemed to be made of rubber as they bounced harmlessly off the Venom Battlesuit. The firepower attack only pushed Kyle back half a step without causing any harm to his body.

In fact, even if some of the bullets contained extreme penetrating power and could pierce through the tough protective layer of the Venom Battlesuit, they would still encounter the high-density muscular structure of a Super Soldier.

Old-fashioned sniper rifle bullets could penetrate into the deeper layers of muscle, but that was the extent of it. With the rapid healing of the Healing Factor, as long as consecutive shots did not rapidly hit the same lethal spot and directly puncture the body’s vital organs, it would not pose a substantial threat to his life.

The three layers of physical defense provided Kyle with even more freedom on the battlefield. Heavy artillery bombardments were too slow, while regular firearm shots lacked power.

“Pat Pat…”

The intense gunfire from the German army came to a stop, and the dense metal bullets dropped from Kyle’s Venom Battlesuit, falling crisply to the ground from the top of the Tank.

Kyle raised his head indifferently and looked down upon the soldiers behind the Tank. Standing atop the Tank, his Venom Battlesuit made him appear like a humanoid demon, exuding a fierce and murderous aura. Countless German soldiers, in the process of reloading their weapons, recoiled in fear as they looked at his figure.

“Is he a living person or a monster?!”

“It’s him! The devil from America… He actually appeared here.”

“We’re done for. We’re all going to die here!”

Even though his face was hidden behind a black leather hood, the single-handed sword, black attire, the death emblem, the rank of Brigadier General, and the undeniable monstrous strength all indicated the identity and reputation of the enemy before them.

America’s Kyle! The rumored ‘Executioner’ was standing right in front of them.

Fear seemed contagious as it instantly spread among the hearts of every soldier in the German army. Numerous German recruits holding firearms trembled and sat down on the ground.

This was the formidable power of a War Hero! No matter where he appeared on the main battlefield, he carried an indescribable dominance.

A German officer with a brown beard raised his arm among the soldiers, his commanding voice encouraging them, “No matter who he is! Tighten your grip on your weapons. Our homeland lies behind us. We must—”

Before he could finish his impassioned words, a blue laser flew across a distance of dozens of meters and accurately struck the officer’s forehead. The laser’s energy erupted, evaporating his entire head, leaving behind a headless body that sprayed blood and fell backward.

“Stop speaking speeches,” Kyle sneered as he returned his energy pistol to its holster.

The high-tech weapons manufactured by Hydra, after the energy production factory was destroyed, became scarce limited editions. In the American military, only he was still equipped with one, and he also only used it at the right time as a long-range means of engaging with his enemies.

After that shot, some German recruits suffered psychological breakdowns and fled, while more German soldiers, although eager to try and fight back, were caught in the chaos caused by their own comrades, causing the entire orderly formation to fall into disarray.

Kyle was planning to take advantage of the chaos to deal with the Tank units when he saw a figure wearing a jacket rush into the midst of the soldiers. Recklessly wielding a set of wolf-like claws, the figure embarked on a rampage, causing several soldiers to fall with each step, accompanied by splattering blood.

“Logan?” Kyle frowned as he looked at the figure, but soon he understood why Logan had charged into the midst of the German soldiers.

He saw Logan tearing through the bodies of German soldiers in a frenzy, carving a path deep into the enemy ranks.

When Logan charged into the center of the army, a soldier in the rear of the German forces, wearing a helmet, recoiled, revealing a tall and burly figure. He quickly pushed aside his surrounding comrades and swiftly retreated into German territory.

“Sabertooth, he’s cunning and cautious enough to have been hiding among these densely packed soldiers,” Kyle chuckled and shook his head when he saw this scene.

It was a pity that Logan and Sabertooth’s years of intertwined hatred allowed Logan to find Sabertooth even if he buried himself under layers of dirt on the battlefield. With his deep impressions and keen sense of smell, Logan would be able to locate him even if he dug through layers of soil in the war zone.

“The target has appeared. With this, things will become easier,” Kyle said with a faint smile and was not in a hurry to catch up with the two figures involved in their personal grudge.

He leaped onto another Tank, wielding his Carbonadium Sword in his left hand, and swiftly slashed at a German soldier who had poked his head out to survey the situation. The soldier didn’t even have time to utter a cry of agony as his head, along with his helmet, flew high into the air, leaving a trail of blood that horrified the soldiers inside the Tank.

Kyle had no interest in storming the interior of the Tank. He simply tossed a grenade inside, and the sounds from within the Tank quickly subsided after the explosion.

“Da da da!”

The dense bullets continued to ineffectively shoot at the Venom Battlesuit, only slightly delaying Kyle’s time to annihilate the Tanks.

Kyle didn’t even spare a glance at the soldiers outside, focusing intently on systematically destroying and disabling the Tanks, which posed the greatest threat to the Allied forces.

“The thirteenth one.”

Speaking coldly, he recited the tally of his accomplishments. As he destroyed another Tank beneath his feet, he suddenly heard a multitude of marching boots behind him.

Kyle raised his head and looked over. From the devastated ruins, which had been bombarded, a large number of Allied soldiers were pouring out from half a mile away. They charged forward, chanting slogans.

“Charge! Break through the German border and seize Hitler!”

“Keep up with Brigadier General Kyle’s pace, victory is within sight!”

“For the triumph of war, for Brigadier General Kyle!”

Among the thousands of Allied soldiers, Kyle immediately recognized the familiar figure of the African-American officer. His bald head stood out even amongst the soldiers, especially under the sunlight, as he waved his hand to signal their arrival.

“Fury, the Allied forces, you sure took your time,” Kyle shook his head and commented. He had already destroyed a small portion of the Tank units.

At the same time, upon witnessing the Allied forces launching their offensive, he knew that the German defense line where he was located would struggle to resist for another ten minutes.

It was like opening a breach in a dam. The raging floodwaters would quickly burst through, submerging the entire downstream area.

And with the destruction of the heavily armed Tank units, the Allied forces could advance smoothly, obliterating any obstacles in their path and marching forcefully toward the German capital.

“Germany, your fate is sealed,” Kyle whispered as he turned to look at the vast expanse of German territory behind him, it was as if he could already see the conclusion of this large-scale battle.

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“Da da da—”

Bullets from ordinary rifles shot from all directions seemed to be made of rubber as they bounced harmlessly off the Venom Battlesuit. The firepower attack only pushed Kyle back half a step without causing any harm to his body.

In fact, even if some of the bullets contained extreme penetrating power and could pierce through the tough protective layer of the Venom Battlesuit, they would still encounter the high-density muscular structure of a Super Soldier.

Old-fashioned sniper rifle bullets could penetrate into the deeper layers of muscle, but that was the extent of it. With the rapid healing of the Healing Factor, as long as consecutive shots did not rapidly hit the same lethal spot and directly puncture the body’s vital organs, it would not pose a substantial threat to his life.

The three layers of physical defense provided Kyle with even more freedom on the battlefield. Heavy artillery bombardments were too slow, while regular firearm shots lacked power.

“Pat Pat…”

The intense gunfire from the German army came to a stop, and the dense metal bullets dropped from Kyle’s Venom Battlesuit, falling crisply to the ground from the top of the Tank.

Kyle raised his head indifferently and looked down upon the soldiers behind the Tank. Standing atop the Tank, his Venom Battlesuit made him appear like a humanoid demon, exuding a fierce and murderous aura. Countless German soldiers, in the process of reloading their weapons, recoiled in fear as they looked at his figure.

“Is he a living person or a monster?!”

“It’s him! The devil from America… He actually appeared here.”

“We’re done for. We’re all going to die here!”

Even though his face was hidden behind a black leather hood, the single-handed sword, black attire, the death emblem, the rank of Brigadier General, and the undeniable monstrous strength all indicated the identity and reputation of the enemy before them.

America’s Kyle! The rumored ‘Executioner’ was standing right in front of them.

Fear seemed contagious as it instantly spread among the hearts of every soldier in the German army. Numerous German recruits holding firearms trembled and sat down on the ground.

This was the formidable power of a War Hero! No matter where he appeared on the main battlefield, he carried an indescribable dominance.

A German officer with a brown beard raised his arm among the soldiers, his commanding voice encouraging them, “No matter who he is! Tighten your grip on your weapons. Our homeland lies behind us. We must—”

Before he could finish his impassioned words, a blue laser flew across a distance of dozens of meters and accurately struck the officer’s forehead. The laser’s energy erupted, evaporating his entire head, leaving behind a headless body that sprayed blood and fell backward.

“Stop speaking speeches,” Kyle sneered as he returned his energy pistol to its holster.

The high-tech weapons manufactured by Hydra, after the energy production factory was destroyed, became scarce limited editions. In the American military, only he was still equipped with one, and he also only used it at the right time as a long-range means of engaging with his enemies.

After that shot, some German recruits suffered psychological breakdowns and fled, while more German soldiers, although eager to try and fight back, were caught in the chaos caused by their own comrades, causing the entire orderly formation to fall into disarray.

Kyle was planning to take advantage of the chaos to deal with the Tank units when he saw a figure wearing a jacket rush into the midst of the soldiers. Recklessly wielding a set of wolf-like claws, the figure embarked on a rampage, causing several soldiers to fall with each step, accompanied by splattering blood.

“Logan?” Kyle frowned as he looked at the figure, but soon he understood why Logan had charged into the midst of the German soldiers.

He saw Logan tearing through the bodies of German soldiers in a frenzy, carving a path deep into the enemy ranks.

When Logan charged into the center of the army, a soldier in the rear of the German forces, wearing a helmet, recoiled, revealing a tall and burly figure. He quickly pushed aside his surrounding comrades and swiftly retreated into German territory.

“Sabertooth, he’s cunning and cautious enough to have been hiding among these densely packed soldiers,” Kyle chuckled and shook his head when he saw this scene.

It was a pity that Logan and Sabertooth’s years of intertwined hatred allowed Logan to find Sabertooth even if he buried himself under layers of dirt on the battlefield. With his deep impressions and keen sense of smell, Logan would be able to locate him even if he dug through layers of soil in the war zone.

“The target has appeared. With this, things will become easier,” Kyle said with a faint smile and was not in a hurry to catch up with the two figures involved in their personal grudge.

He leaped onto another Tank, wielding his Carbonadium Sword in his left hand, and swiftly slashed at a German soldier who had poked his head out to survey the situation. The soldier didn’t even have time to utter a cry of agony as his head, along with his helmet, flew high into the air, leaving a trail of blood that horrified the soldiers inside the Tank.

Kyle had no interest in storming the interior of the Tank. He simply tossed a grenade inside, and the sounds from within the Tank quickly subsided after the explosion.

“Da da da!”

The dense bullets continued to ineffectively shoot at the Venom Battlesuit, only slightly delaying Kyle’s time to annihilate the Tanks.

Kyle didn’t even spare a glance at the soldiers outside, focusing intently on systematically destroying and disabling the Tanks, which posed the greatest threat to the Allied forces.

“The thirteenth one.”

Speaking coldly, he recited the tally of his accomplishments. As he destroyed another Tank beneath his feet, he suddenly heard a multitude of marching boots behind him.

Kyle raised his head and looked over. From the devastated ruins, which had been bombarded, a large number of Allied soldiers were pouring out from half a mile away. They charged forward, chanting slogans.

“Charge! Break through the German border and seize Hitler!”

“Keep up with Brigadier General Kyle’s pace, victory is within sight!”

“For the triumph of war, for Brigadier General Kyle!”

Among the thousands of Allied soldiers, Kyle immediately recognized the familiar figure of the African-American officer. His bald head stood out even amongst the soldiers, especially under the sunlight, as he waved his hand to signal their arrival.

“Fury, the Allied forces, you sure took your time,” Kyle shook his head and commented. He had already destroyed a small portion of the Tank units.

At the same time, upon witnessing the Allied forces launching their offensive, he knew that the German defense line where he was located would struggle to resist for another ten minutes.

It was like opening a breach in a dam. The raging floodwaters would quickly burst through, submerging the entire downstream area.

And with the destruction of the heavily armed Tank units, the Allied forces could advance smoothly, obliterating any obstacles in their path and marching forcefully toward the German capital.

“Germany, your fate is sealed,” Kyle whispered as he turned to look at the vast expanse of German territory behind him, it was as if he could already see the conclusion of this large-scale battle.