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Chapter 110 Battlefield!!

Grenades explode, and naturally they kill people.

The blood of the dead person spilled on Sister A’s face, smelling fishy, and Sister A instantly subconsciously shuddered.

She just lay on the ground in a daze, looking at the corpse mixed with mud in front of her.

At the scene, the audience who had expected to see what big scene they could see again was silent at this moment.

The battlefield wasn’t that cool, and it wasn’t always like the three men of 141, who got a base and then withdrew unscathed.

If a war game, let the player like the war after playing, and even want to go to the battlefield to fight.

Then the game is a complete failure.

Therefore, Ye Yu released a certain level of the subsequent mission in advance.

Just to calm these excited players.

……… In the game.

The little sister lay on the ground in a daze, and this extremely impactful scene reminded her of one thing in an instant.

I’m just a player and haven’t really experienced the battlefield.

Speaking of which, she hadn’t even touched a real bullet.

And so fear filled her body again, and she was now truly the same as the tailor she had played.

Overnight, from an ordinary person, he was thrown into the battlefield with short limbs and stump arms.

When she was stunned.

A man with a gun rushed from the side, his oil-stained black face pressed against her.

The man shoved the rifle in his hand to Sister A, grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her up to point to a ‘building’ that was so badly broken that only a broken wall remained, shouting at her.

“They’re on top, and we’re going to stay here!”

After tearing and shouting, the man pushed Sister A in front of the broken wall.

But the next second, when the man was about to run to another place, a bullet from nowhere, instantaneously, pierced his face.

Seeing the situation, Sister A held the AK47 in her hand and shrunk in the corner, and the cold gun body and the rainstorm overhead made her shiver.

In front of her eyes, there was no small map in the upper left corner that marked the task and direction.

She didn’t even know who she was playing this time or what her name was.

I was blindfolded for a while, listening to the sound of shelling and fighting that sounded in my ears at any time.

Sister A gradually eased up, subconsciously chanting something in her mouth, climbing up a little bit in the corner of the wall, taking off the magazine to check the rifle herself.

Three bullets.

After playing so many missions, the only thing that can make a player like her feel at ease is only two things.

One is that the gun can maintain a magazine full of thirty rounds at any time.

The second is that Price or Ghost can give him hints and rely entirely on their comrades.

But now, the little sister has nothing.

The three bullets in the gun were not enough to warm the gun chamber.

There were people fighting next to them, either with machetes or stones, and a few of them were holding rifles as hammers.

Under the rain and mud, she couldn’t tell who the enemy was or who we were.

After a while, Sister A was finally stimulated by the cold rain to return to God.

She gritted her teeth and stood up, hiding behind the broken wall, trying to figure out who she was and what the purpose of the battle was.

But, the next second.

Just as she was half-kneeling behind the rotten wall bunker to look around.

In the distance, a bright light pierced through the rain and appeared particularly bright.

Immediately after, a rocket flew straight towards her.

Rumble!

After a loud noise, Sister A’s eyes instantly darkened.

The tailor she played with a family and a room died in such a moment and was buried under the rubble.

A subtitle immediately appeared on the screen: “Andrey, 1983-2019] At the same time, a narrator reads: “We are born from farmers, or workers, armed with steel guns, shouting to use our courage to defeat the enemy ~.” ”

“Before we played, we thought we were the protagonists of this war game.”

“But in fact, no one is the protagonist, and it’s not a fun game at all.”

As the narrator says, Sister A’s perspective quickly shifts to the front, becoming the person who has just killed the tailor with a rocket.

“Push! Push forward! ”

“We must take this position before dark!”

“Tear them apart!”

Someone next to him was shouting, and Sister A put down her hand in a daze and looked at the rocket launcher with ten strands of hot air.

In a way, she seemed to have killed herself with a cannon just now.

This sudden change of identity between the enemy and us at will made the little sister feel the depression that made her breathless.

She had just watched the warm scene of the tailor’s wife and children for half a day.

She thought she was going to play a protagonist who was crazy on the battlefield to get a record but she didn’t expect that the so-called protagonist would be easily killed by a single shot.

“Rush forward! Push forward! ”

“The enemy can’t stand it!!”

“Hey! You! Don’t know what to do, take the rocket to blow them up! ”

Nearby, a person flew to the side of Sister A, picked up the launcher on the ground and stuffed it back into Sister A’s arms, shouting at her: “The last shell, shoot out!” ”

“Do not have any mercy on your enemies!”

“Kill them all!”

With that, Sister A was once again dragged up and pushed onto the bullet-ridden battlefield.

Without any thought in her head, she took a rocket from her body and stuffed it into the magazine.

And very dazed to shoot the rockets in the direction of the other people’s shooting!

After the shelling, dust and debris flew around, and she did not know who had been killed on the other side.

But then, there was no time for her to think.

There was a loud roar of thunder and lightning, from the side under the ruins of a corner of the wall.

A black-skinned tank suddenly rammed out, and the black moving gun barrel turned to her.

A second later, there was a loud noise.

The subtitles appeared in front of her eyes again: [Coleman, 1993-2019]

At the same time, another young voiceover voiceover reads again: “In the training camp, the commander taught us how to use the weapons in our hands to crush the enemy without mercy.” ”

“But the governor did not teach us how to maintain courage in such a hell.”

“We are afraid, but I think the enemy should be too.”

Immediately afterward, the perspective shifted again, moving to the tank gunner who had just fired the gun.

“Push! Keep firing! Force them back! ”

“There’s only one last shell left!” The machine gun bullets have already run out! ”

“Crash over and keep the last shot to hit the enemy pile.”

“Crush them!!”

The cabin was dark, and sparks were bubbling with broken wires and equipment.

The cabin was sweltering, and the electronic screens that controlled the turret had shattered.

The roof of the tank was lifted, and the captain held the walkie-talkie out of his head, shouting that the driver who could not see the road would run amok.

Sister A listened to the shouts in her ears and immediately fell into a daze.

She was lying on a counter-lens, one hand on the turret trigger.

Looking outside, the tanks that suddenly rushed out and the shelling just now dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

“They don’t have anti-tank rockets on their hands!” Bullets can’t penetrate our armor. ”

“Go ahead! Crush them! ”

The conductor shouted loudly, and the driver slammed on the accelerator and rammed down on the muddy road

When faced with a mighty tank, not everyone has learned the trick of climbing to the top to pry the can.

Most people have only one thought in their minds to escape the moment they see the tank.

In the observation mirror, the panicked enemy threw away his weapon and fled in all directions with a rolling belt.

Without any mercy, the pilot chased the enemy with full force with a solid tank, and then crashed over and ran over them.

Sister A looked at it in such a stunned way.

The scene is also eerily quiet at this time.

No one spoke, and no one whistled anymore.

This brutally chaotic battlefield seems to have shattered all the previous enthusiasm of these audiences for war.

On stage, Eggplant and Sima are waiting for their own tasks.

Before Sister A was finished, they watched, and then regretted that they should wear diapers.

Here, Sister A was lying weakly on the observation mirror watching everything the tank crush the ground.

For the first time, she developed a distaste for the game.

Or rather, it was the first time she really realized what war was like to be a game.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute!”

At this time, the tank suddenly shook violently, the driver slammed on the accelerator, but the tank was stuck in a ruin and could not move.

“Fuck, the tracks are stuck!”

“Gunner! At three points on the right, the enemy rushed up! ”

“Repel them with artillery fire!!”

Nearby, the captain shrank back into the cabin and shouted at the stunned A sister.

But Sister A did not have any expression on her face, she was very mechanical to put her hand on the trigger, but she did not press it for a long time.

“Enemy attack! Watch out for the roof! ”

Shouting, a man who was not afraid of death suddenly rushed up from the side and jumped into the tank cabin, and immediately wrestled with the captain in the narrow cabin.

Two seconds later, the young-faced enemy, under the watchful eye of the little girl, pulled the grenade hanging from his shoulder.

[William, 2000—2019]

[Simian, 1999—2019]

“They push toward the enemy, and we push back.”

“No one can really win a war.”

“Rainy night, under the stars.”

“We are all praying that the dawn of peace will rise again.”

At this time, Sister A’s face was already gushing with tears.

The perspective turned again, and there was no longer the sound of fighting and shelling next to the ears, but only the sound of two violent gasps.

She controlled a warrior and rose from the muddy ground.

Sensing someone next to her, she subconsciously raised her gun and turned to the other side.

The other person also raised a gun to look at her.

The two were less than three meters apart, and she could clearly see each other’s faces.

That face was so childish, but you could also see the fortitude and fear on his face, both looking at each other, hands on the trigger, but neither of them pulled the trigger for a long time.

Maybe it was an illusion, but the little sister also saw a trace of disgust for war in the eyes of the other party.

And then……… Rumble!

A plane suddenly flew through the sky and dropped a shell, burying both men under fireworks at the same time.

The picture then turns black and waits until it lights up again.

In the desert, a woman on a war horse with a long knife in her hand swooped down from the sand.

In the city, a young painter breaks his paintbrush and kicks out the door with a rifle.

In the rainforest, an old man pulled a bow and arrow in his hand and crouched down on the tip of a tree to shoot an arrow.

Gradually, the camera moves back, and dozens of pictures are stacked together and projected into the dull and dazed eyes of the little girl.

“Hey, don’t be fooled, we’re going to war.”