"The information is wrong!"
"Didn't they say that the town of Carmel went through a bloody battle and the enemy didn't have enough ammunition?"
The blue army was stunned by the loss of so many tanks in one battle.
Looking at the messy battlefield, everyone thought that they had been massacred by the red team's heavy firepower.
But on closer inspection, there weren't many craters.
This wasn't a surge of firepower. On the contrary, the firepower was sparse.
"There were only a few dozen shots!"
"They were just ordinary anti-tank rockets!"
"Then how did they destroy so many of us …"
Soon, the blue army realized that it wasn't that the enemy's firepower was fierce, but that their killing efficiency was too high.
The scattered rocket launchers had the momentum of a magnificent army. One shot would destroy a tank, one shot would destroy multiple artillery vehicles, and one shot would kill a large number of soldiers.
After a few rounds, not a single shot missed. At least one tank was destroyed.
This was an extremely terrifying efficiency. Generally speaking, who knew how many rounds it would take to destroy a tank.
Often, a shot would only land nearby and blow up a pile of dust.
Even if they managed to hit it, it might only hit the armor. In the end, the majestic tank broke through the dust and continued forward.
Even the experts would only aim at the tank's tracks at medium to long range to destroy its mobility. They wouldn't expect to kill it instantly. That was something that could only be done at close range.
But at this moment, there was an expert on the red team who was able to kill it instantly from a few hundred meters away.
He wiped out all the tanks and most of the artillery in one go, leaving the blue army speechless.
"What kind of planet is this?"
"Damn it, there are so many professional players among these few hundred people?"
Because the firing rate was too fast, they thought that this shocking counterattack was done by several professional artillery players working together.
Five or six professional artillery players, plus the professional sniper from before. There were so many top experts in such a small area. The blue army commander wanted to cry but had no tears.
It was a good thing that they couldn't see the red team's battle record. Otherwise, they would have realized that this series of destruction was done by one person.
"We can charge!"
"So what if they are professional players? We have ten times more people than them! "
At first, the difference was only five times. But after a few rounds of heavy firepower, the red team had lost a few hundred people. There were probably only a few hundred left who could fight.
The number of soldiers had suddenly increased by ten times. If not for the fact that so many of the red team's godly players had been killed, the difference would have been even greater.
"Ahhhh!"
The Crazy Ivan-type players excitedly rushed up to the high ground. This was now the Red Team's territory, so no matter where they were, they would be able to find someone to rush up and self-destruct.
Explosions rang out one after another as enemies swarmed in from all directions.
Romon led his men to fight in the streets. Unfortunately, there were not many houses left that could be used as cover.
Even if there were, they would be dilapidated walls. A grenade could be thrown in from above, and even enemy soldiers could climb over the walls at will.
Countless Blue Team Mad Dogs flipped over the wall and danced crazily, exploding as they were shot to death.
Before they died, they posed in all kinds of poses, trying their best to mock him.
However, none of the Mad Dogs were able to get close to the small house that Romon was guarding. They were killed as soon as they poked their heads out, and didn't have time to rush over.
Seeing that they couldn't charge in, the Mad Dog Players had no choice but to give up on Glorious Sacrifice. Instead, they threw their grenades into the house.
The red side had no way to retreat. If they stayed outside, they would be shot to death. If they stayed inside, they would be blasted to death by grenades. Just like the blue side that had been annihilated, it was only a matter of time before they were killed.
"The enemy can throw their grenades too!" Romon shouted anxiously when he saw that the space they had to defend was getting smaller and smaller.
This reminded many of the players, and they quickly threw back the grenades that were thrown at them.
But who knew when the grenades would explode? The more experienced players also had the habit of throwing grenades when they counted down. This caused the red side to be blasted to death as soon as they grabbed the grenades.
"Ding …"
A grenade flew to their feet, and Mo Qiong hurriedly retreated.
However, Romon calmly took off his helmet and threw it accurately, covering the grenade.
"Boom!" The grenade exploded, and Romon and Mo Qiong were sent flying. However, they weren't injured, and they quickly got up and continued to fight.
"Amazing!" Mo Qiong was stunned. Then, he realized that this was probably a bug in the game, or a special technique that only appeared in the game.
"Roar! This grenade deals instant damage, so after it is covered, the helmet will take all the damage, and the rest are all special effects. "Romon laughed.
Mo Qiong nodded and said, "I see …"
"This is just a small trick. You, on the other hand, did you practice your marksmanship on Star Bethlehem?" Romon saw that Mo Qiong could kill a soul with one shot. Even with the two of them working together, they couldn't let anyone get close.
Mo Qiong said, "On Earth."
"…" Romon was speechless.
When Jesus was born, God used Star Bethlehem to illuminate the east, symbolizing the rise of the king.
This sentence was meant to say that Mo Qiong's marksmanship was godly, and it was actually a statement. Who knew that Mo Qiong didn't know the joke and said that he practiced it on Earth, which instantly made Romon feel awkward.
Romon paused and said, "But it's still useless, we can't defend it. When there are more people, we will definitely die if each of them throws a grenade."
Mo Qiong asked, "Can the grenade be detonated in advance?"
"No, but it can change the trajectory …" Romon suddenly pulled out his sword and swung it, hitting a grenade in the air and sending it flying.
"6666!" Mo Qiong praised.
"Run? Senior, the Pacific Ocean is already dry! "Romon said awkwardly, thinking that he should have said 14.
"…" Mo Qiong was speechless. It took him a while to realize that he was an old antique.
He simply stopped talking and focused on locking onto the grenade that was being tossed at him in the air.
Every grenade was hit by a bullet and ricocheted off.
One, two, ten, twenty!
Waves of grenades were sent flying, killing many of the blue soldiers.
At first, Romon didn't say anything, but as more and more grenades were sent flying, he couldn't even speak properly.
"141414 … You're from Andromeda, right?"
Mo Qiong quickly said, "Stop talking, do you know how to drive?"
Romon retorted, "Do you have a fridge at home?"
"Ah? What? "Mo Qiong was stunned.
"Cough cough …" Romon saw that he didn't respond and said helplessly, "Who doesn't know how to drive these days?"
There was once a reality show star who made an ice sculpture and brought it back to his homestay. His intention was to borrow the fridge, but he said, "Do you have a fridge at home?"
In the end, the farmer said, "My daughter has one in her bag."
Since then, it became a joke. Whenever Romon was asked nonsense, he would reply, "Do you have a fridge at home?"
Aren't you spouting nonsense? As long as you have a fridge at home, I know how to drive.
Mo Qiong didn't know this, but he understood quickly.
Then he said, "There's a heavy armored vehicle over there, you drive! I'll kill! "
"Okay! Let's kill to our heart's content! "Romon knew that he was going to die, so he didn't care about accompanying him and quickly ran into the vehicle.
Mo Qiong climbed onto the machine gun seat of the armored vehicle and fired at the enemies in the distance.
The machine gun seat was a semi-enclosed structure with armor on the left, right, and back. The front was a machine gun, and the top was empty.
Therefore, as long as he could quickly kill the enemies who were attacking him from the front, he wouldn't be killed by random gunfire.
To him, this was a piece of cake.
"Tut tut tut tut …"
Bullet shells flew in front of Mo Qiong, and sparks flew everywhere. Countless enemies in front of him were killed as soon as they showed their faces.
His kill streak was increasing rapidly!
"Ah ah ah!" Romon was also a professional player. He stepped on the accelerator and drove the armored vehicle out of the almost defenseless area of dilapidated houses.
His driving skills were amazing. The armored vehicle drove at full speed on the bumpy and dilapidated town ruins with ease.
Romon drifted left and right, occasionally killing a few players. Coupled with Mo Qiong's amazing shooting skills, as if he had learned them in the Andromeda Nebula, thousands of people were nothing.
An armored vehicle sped on the battlefield, twisting left and right to avoid landmines and explosions. It rushed down from a high slope and killed a few people. It braked suddenly and missed an anti-tank rocket, then accelerated again and created countless waves of dust. It sped around the town, looking for a weak point and desperately trying to break through.
This driving skill was already top-notch, but the machine gun seat was even more incredible.
The machine gun spat out flames and spun on its own. The bullets swept 360 degrees, and the blue army was almost reaped.
The heavy machine gun was as stable as a rock.
"Brother! You're really a demon king! "Romon shouted.
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