Mo Qiong's team circled to the side of Carmel Town.
However, they were not in a hurry to attack. Instead, they watched as waves of friendly forces fought fiercely with the town's blue army.
Molotov cocktails, mortars, and vehicle-mounted rockets flew in front of the formation. There was not a single two-story building in the town. Most of them were destroyed.
Smoke and fire spread inside and outside the town.
Tanks and armored vehicles charged forward in a scattered manner. They crashed through the mud walls when they met them. All the buildings in this game could be destroyed.
After a battle, everyone was like a demolition team.
The tanks charged forward, and the soldiers behind took advantage of the situation to close in. However, after a cannon, the tanks only lost their armor. The soldiers behind them were either dead or crippled.
"If you guys like the sacrificial style of fighting, charge forward now. Otherwise, lie down here with me and don't move," the captain said.
It could be seen that most of the players who were charging forward fearlessly were not afraid of death.
In other words, they wanted to sacrifice their lives for a noble cause. They used cover to get closer and closer and threw grenades when they had the chance.
Some died before they even got close to the formation. There were stray bullets everywhere on the battlefield. If they were not careful, they would be crippled. The unlucky ones had their heads blown up.
Some even stepped on landmines or were hit by cannonballs and died on the spot.
However, there were some lucky ones. When they saw that they had entered the formation, they would leave behind a grenade and charge into the enemy formation like mad dogs. They would shoot randomly with their rifles.
"Boom!" A wave of self-destruction killed a few enemies and completed a glorious sacrifice.
However, the enemy was not stupid. Everyone knew that these players were mad dogs. No one would group together.
Many mad dogs charged forward, but they could not hit anyone. The enemy ran in different directions. They could only die together with the cannon trucks that were left behind.
Some were even worse. They were shot to death as soon as they charged in. Their bodies fell backward and exploded. They died together with two of their teammates.
"Haha! Suicide with negative points! "
"That's such a bad way to commit suicide."
The teammates who did not fall into the trap did not care. Instead, they laughed.
Then, they followed closely behind and continued to charge forward. With a large group of players who were not afraid of death, it was easy to break through the defense of the enemy formation.
They couldn't relax for even a second because there were too many people involved in the battle. Any bullet or artillery shell that flew over could take their lives.
Therefore, everyone's nerves were stretched taut as they enjoyed the feeling of being on the verge of death under the rain of bullets.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
"The wall has collapsed! The wall has collapsed! "
"Eat my lightning!"
"You didn't throw it out!"
"Boom!"
As more and more players swarmed into the battlefield, both sides began to engage in street warfare, and the situation became extremely chaotic.
It was almost impossible to distinguish between teammates and enemies. Many players would attack anyone they saw, regardless of who they were.
"Hahaha!"
"Who dares to kill me!"
"Feel the pain!"
They didn't care about marksmanship or positioning at all because the atmosphere was just too intense. The two-sided street battle was in a state of indescribable fanaticism and excitement.
Those who could remain calm in such a situation were all experts or even professional players.
However, even if they were professional players, they could only rely on their superb marksmanship and concealment skills to survive. They couldn't play any tricks at this time. Otherwise, they would die a horrible death.
The street battle had only lasted for fifteen minutes, and both sides' kill counts were increasing rapidly.
"It's about time. We should be able to take down the town of Carmel. We can approach it now," the team leader said after observing for a while.
He was obviously an old tortoise type of player. He would wait until most of the enemies were dead before joining the battlefield to reap the harvest.
At this moment, both the red and blue sides in the town were fighting fiercely. There weren't many who were still in good condition. He would be the one leading the team to snatch kills. It was pure profit. If he was lucky and was the first to take down the flag, it would be even better.
There were many players like him. It could be seen that many players who had been watching outside the battlefield had also started to move. They swarmed into the town.
This was the game. Some people enjoyed the game, while others enjoyed being slaves to the points.
"I think we shouldn't enter the town …" Mo Qiong suddenly said while reading the game.
"Ah? If we don't rush in now, all the credit will be taken away! That's how we fight! "the team leader said.
Mo Qiong looked around and said, "Our communication hasn't been restored. Our allies who are far away can't share the enemy's movements with us. Under such circumstances, it's not wise for us to fight normally. "
"The blue team hasn't sent any reinforcements yet. This shouldn't be. They didn't cut off communication either. I suspect we're surrounded."
The team leader was stunned. He hesitated for a while, but he still couldn't give up on the points in front of him.
If they didn't go in now, they wouldn't even be able to get any support points when the enemy was annihilated.
"I don't care! If we don't go in, we won't get anything. Let's get some points first. Do you really expect to survive until the end? "As he said that, the team leader rushed into the battlefield.
Most of the newbies followed. Mo Qiong shook his head. He had forgotten that this was a game.
Many people didn't care about the outcome of the battle at all. They only cared about personal glory.
After all, there were too many players in a battle and the process was too long. It was not uncommon for a single person to display a heroic demeanor and slaughter everyone in his way, but in the end, it was still his own side that lost.
Therefore, in the one-life mode, everyone was more inclined to be a five-second hero. As for who won in the end, sorry, by the time the results were out, they would already be in the fourth round.
Mo Qiong thought about it and followed in.
This wasn't a real battlefield. He was here to 'make a name for himself'. It was better for the team to be surrounded.
Soon, the remaining few hundred people from the red team rushed into the town. They attacked, killed, and looted, placing themselves in this small area.
Mo Qiong didn't go to fight for kills. He found a low house on the second floor. The roof and walls had all collapsed. He leaned against the broken wall and scanned the surroundings with his binoculars.
Not long after, he saw a black mass of enemy troops approaching.
There were large groups of enemy troops in the northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest. Even the escape route in the south was blocked. At least two to three thousand people were sent to surround them.
There were armored vehicles and tanks, and there were rows of artillery. Obviously, they were all in good condition.
On the other hand, in the town, there were remnants of soldiers without vehicles and cannons. Some of the teams were directly emptied, and some only had a few people left.
The main forces were slave players with average combat abilities. There were only five to six hundred of them.
"Carmel Town has been conquered!"
"Roar roar roar!"
They cleared all the enemies in the town. Just as they were enjoying themselves, they suddenly heard intense gunshots.
It turned out that Mo Qiong was alone. He stayed on the second floor and fired non-stop with an assault rifle.
When others saw his new recruit rank, they just thought that he was excited and fired to celebrate.
However, the captain knew that Mo Qiong's marksmanship was amazingly good, and he had said earlier, so he asked, "They're here already?"
"We've been surrounded …" Mo Qiong said.
"What!"
Many players climbed to the high ground and looked down. They saw enemies in all directions. Some places had already set up cannons and were aimed at them.
After a fierce battle here, they didn't have much heavy firepower left. They couldn't pose a threat to the enemy at all.
On the other hand, the town was full of collapsed buildings. Except for a few areas, most of the land was almost flat. There was no danger at all.
"Let's charge out and fight them!" Most of the players weren't afraid at all.
However, there was also an expert player who said, "We don't have any long-range firepower. Charging out is just suicide. It's better to hide and wait until they attack. We can kill a few more. Exchanging with them at the flag point will also give us bonus points."
"Huh? Aren't you Romon? "Someone recognized the expert player who spoke.
"Romon? The god ranked fifteenth in the Chinese region? I've seen his video. He charged into the watchtower alone and opened fire. Bang! Bang! Bang! He killed twelve people in a row. It's just like gunfighting. "
"I've also seen him rely on a wall and repeatedly climb over it. He only used a knife to kill six people."
"His best skill should be sniping, right? He killed forty-nine people in a row. Out of a fifty-man squad, only one person escaped. He was hacked. "
"There are no cheats in this game. Unless you use a supercomputer to hack into the server … the cost is frighteningly high. Haha."
The Chinese region was the largest region in the world. There were tens of millions of players online every day. What did it mean to be in the top fifteen of the leaderboard?
This game didn't have any cheats. The server used a supercomputer. The cost of creating a cheat was too high. It could easily be seized if it was forcefully created.
Therefore, the top experts in this game had real results. They relied on their awareness, skills, and game understanding to fight their way up.
Usually, when someone recognized him, Romon would exchange pleasantries. However, he was now holding up his binoculars and staring blankly at the spot where Mo Qiong's assault rifle was shooting. He was silent.
"What's going on? Why is the expert ignoring me? "
They didn't know that Romon was completely frightened by Mo Qiong, who was silently killing enemies.
He wasn't shooting blindly. This recruit was crazily shooting at the enemy's artillery formation!
Separated by eight hundred meters, he single-handedly suppressed the enemies in the south and southeast directions. They couldn't even set up their cannons.
At a distance where only a sniper could kill, Chen Xiaolian had managed to kill 29 of them with just an assault rifle!
"At this distance … I can only see a black dot, right?" Romon put down his binoculars and looked at Mo Qiong.
He saw Mo Qiong shoot a few times before taking out his binoculars to take a look. Then, he switched to his gun and fired continuously before stopping to take another look.
Switching back and forth, he killed an enemy with every shot!
"Captain, get a few brothers to shoot at that direction!" Mo Qiong suddenly said.
The captain was dumbfounded. "How can we hit them?"
"There's no need to hit them. Xia Jiba's random shooting will do." Mo Qiong said.
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