I developed Call of Duty and was hunted down by players around the world

Chapter 110 Battlefield!!

Grenades will explode, and naturally they will kill people.

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

She lay on the ground so stunned, looking at the corpse mixed with mud in front of her and stunned.

At the scene, the audience, who had been expecting to see some big scene, were silent at this moment.

The battlefield is not very cool, and it is not always like the three people of 141, who start a base and then withdraw unscathed.

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

Then the game is a complete failure.

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

So that these excited players can calm down.

……… In the game.

The little girl lay on the ground stunned, and this extremely impactful scene made her instantly remember something.

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

Speaking of which, she has not even touched a real gun bullet.

So, fear once again filled her body, and she was now really the same as the tailor she played.

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

When she was stunned.

A man carrying a gun rushed from the side, his oil-stained black face plastered in front of her.

The man shoved the rifle in his hand to Sister A, grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her up, pointed to a ‘building’ that was completely dilapidated and had only a broken wall, and shouted at her.

“They’re coming up, we’re going to stay here!”

After shouting, this person pushed Sister A in front of the broken wall.

But the next second, when the person was about to run to another place, a bullet that came from nowhere, instantly pierced his face.

Seeing this, Sister A shrunk in the corner of the wall holding the AK47 in her hand, and the cold gun body and the heavy rain above her head made her tremble.

In front of her eyes, there was no small map like a plug-in in the upper left corner to mark the task and direction.

She doesn’t even know who she’s playing this time or what her name is.

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

Sister A gradually eased up, subconsciously chanting something in her mouth, little by little supporting the corner of the wall to get up, removing 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.

First, the gun can maintain a magazine with thirty full rounds at any time.

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

But now, Du Xiaomei has nothing.

There are three pitiful bullets in the gun, not enough to warm the chamber of the gun.

There were people fighting, either with machetes or stones, and a few with rifles as hammers.

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

After a while, Sister A was finally stimulated by the cold rain to come back to her senses.

She gritted her teeth and stood up, hiding behind a broken wall, trying to figure out her identity and the purpose of the battle.

But, the next second.

Just as she was half-kneeling behind the bunker of the rotten wall and looking around.

In the distance, a bright light pierced through the rain shrouded in exceptionally bright.

Immediately afterwards, a rocket flew straight towards her.

Rumble!

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

She plays the tailor with a family and a house, who dies in an instant and is buried under the rubble.

A subtitle immediately appeared on the screen: [Andrey, 1983-2019] At the same time, a narrator reads: “We come from among farmers or workers, holding 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 the fact that no one is the protagonist is not a fun game at all.”

After the narration said, Sister A’s perspective quickly shifted to the front, and she became the person who had just killed the tailor with a rocket.

“Advance! Push forward! ”

“We have to take this position before dark!”

“Shred them!”

Someone next to her was shouting, and Sister A blankly put down the rocket launcher that was still looking at ten wisps of hot gas in her hand.

In a way, it seems that she killed herself with a shot just now.

This sudden change of identity at will on both sides of the enemy and us made the little girl instantly feel the depression that made her breathless.

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

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

“Rush forward! Push forward! ”

“The enemy can’t stand it!!”

“Hey! You! What are you doing, blowing them up with rockets! ”

Next to her, a person flew next to Sister A, picked up the launcher on the ground and stuffed it back into Sister A’s arms, shouting at her: “The last shell, hit it!” ”

“Have no mercy on your enemies!”

“Kill them all!”

Saying that, Sister A was once again pulled up and pushed onto the battlefield where bullets were flying.

She didn’t have any thoughts in her head, and she was very dazed and took a rocket from her body and stuffed it into the canister.

And very dazedly, shooting rockets in the direction of other people’s shots!

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

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

Thunder and lightning roared loudly, from under the ruins of a corner wall on the side.

A black-leather tank suddenly rammed out, and the black barrel turned towards her.

A second later, there was a loud bang.

Subtitles appear in front of her again: [Coleman, 1993-2019]

At the same time, another young voice narrator 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 commander did not teach us how to maintain courage in such a hell.”

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

Immediately afterwards, the perspective changed again, moving to the gunner of the tank that had just fired.

“Advance! Keep firing! Drive them back! ”

“There’s only one last shell left! Machine gun bullets have long been fired! ”

“Crash over, save the last shot to hit the enemy pile.”

“Crush them!!”

The cabin was dark, and sparks erupted from broken wires and equipment.

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

The roof of the tank was lifted, and the commander poked his head out with a walkie-talkie, shouting for the driver who could not see the road to go on a rampage.

Sister A listened to the screams in her ears, and then fell into a daze.

She lay on a mirror and held the turret trigger with one hand.

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

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

“Forward! Crush them! ”

The captain shouted, and the driver slammed on the gas pedal and went on a rampage on the dirt road

When faced with an imposing tank, not everyone has learned the trick of climbing to the top to pry cans.

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

In the observation mirror, the panicked enemy dropped his weapon and fled in all directions.

Without any mercy, the driver rushed to catch up with the enemy with a solid tank, then knocked over and ran over them.

Sister A looked at it so stunned.

The scene was also strangely quiet at this time.

No one spoke, and no one whistled again.

This brutal and chaotic battlefield seems to have broken all the previous joy of war in these audiences.

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

Sister A’s side was not finished, they just watched, and then regretted in their hearts that they should wear diapers.

Here, Sister A weakly lay on the observation mirror and watched everything that the tank ran over the ground.

For the first time, she developed an aversion to the game.

Or maybe it was the first time she really realized what war was like.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute!”

At this time, the tank suddenly trembled, the driver slammed on the accelerator, but the tank was stuck in a ruin, unable to move.

“Fuck, the tracks are stuck!”

“Gunner! At three o’clock on the right, the enemy rushed up! ”

“Fight them off with artillery fire!!”

Next to it, the commander shrunk back into the cabin and grabbed the stunned A sister and shouted.

But Sister A had no expression on her face, and she put her hand on the trigger very mechanically, but she didn’t press it.

“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 scuffled with the commander in the narrow cabin.

Two seconds later, the young-faced enemy, under the gaze of the little sister, sounded the grenade hanging on his shoulder.

[William, 2000—2019]

[Simian, 1999—2019]

“When they advance towards the enemy, we push back.”

“No one can really win in war.”

“Rainy night, under the stars.”

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

At this time, tears continued to welling up on Sister A’s face.

When the perspective turned again, there were no more sounds of fighting and shelling in my ears, but only two violent gasps.

She maneuvered a warrior and got up from the muddy ground.

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

The other party 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 immature, but you could also see from his face that the two looked at each other, their hands on the trigger, but neither of them pulled the trigger.

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

And then……… Rumble!

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

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

In the desert, a woman riding a war horse with a long knife in her hand swoops down from a sand pound.

In the city, a young painter breaks his brush, grabs his rifle and kicks out the door.

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

Gradually, the camera moved back, and dozens of picture collections overlapped together, projected into the dull little sister’s dull and dazed eyes.

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