They finally arrived at the front lines.
– Another squad had built a [Forward Operating Base] near the front line.
After redeploying at the Forward Operating Base, they would respawn after dying and arrive at the front lines.
But for some reason, after they respawned, they only charged forward less than 200 meters with the main force before being suppressed by heavy machine gun fire!
The iron rain of the heavy machine gun swept over them, and the dozen or so charging soldiers fell one after another like stalks of wheat.
Fire Knife immediately lay down, and smoke grenades and grenades were quickly thrown out.
But the enemy didn't care at all, just kept firing the heavy machine gun non-stop.
Under this kind of firepower suppression, the line of sight was greatly disturbed, as if a strong wind was blowing towards the eyes from all directions, making it impossible to aim. Even if you raised your gun, the muzzle would shake non-stop.
It wasn't easy for the heavy machine gun to stop, and the enemy infantry had already flanked around.
Fire Knife and his surviving teammates tried their best to resist.
But gunshots were everywhere, and bullets kept flying past very close, making people tremble with fear.
It felt like enemies were everywhere, danger was everywhere!
Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, Fire Knife had a flash of inspiration!
He suddenly let go of the gun in his hand, and slapped down with both hands spread out flat!
The character in the game immediately fell face down behind the dirt slope.
Fire Knife kept his hands still, without moving, feeling the grainy texture of the soil in his palms.
The game character also lay motionless.
– Just like the corpses of his teammates not far away.
The enemy's footsteps got closer.
Then moved away.
Fire Knife wanted to laugh wildly –
"Who would have thought that you could actually play dead in this game!"
But he didn't dare to laugh, for fear of being heard – this damn game was too realistic, if he laughed out loud, the enemy would definitely hear him!
After all the footsteps had gone away, looking at the corpses of his teammates left on the ground, he wished he was a medic so he could revive those corpses and continue fighting.
He moved his hand a bit, stood up again, picked up his gun, and continued to support the stronghold.
Perhaps it was because they had confirmed that there was no threat here, the sound of the heavy machine gun did not sound again.
This allowed Fire Knife to successfully reach the periphery of the stronghold contention area.
Since the start of this game, Fire Knife had experienced all kinds of bizarre and outrageous combat losses. Just now, almost three squads had been wiped out in one wave, and the nearest Forward Operating Base had also been destroyed…
Fire Knife subconsciously felt:
They must be at a great disadvantage in this game.
But when he really got close to the combat area, he was surprised to find –
"So we're the dominant side!??"
"Huh??"
Their own combat personnel were suppressing the enemy so much that they didn't dare to show their heads!
Fire Knife's spirits lifted, and he immediately joined the nearest team. Under the command of the squad leader [Dragon City Flying General], they provided interlocking fire support, suppressing the enemy on the other side of the bridge while using the wreckage of vehicles on the bridge to advance.
The squad leader's voice was high-pitched and loud, even though Fire Knife wasn't in the squad, and even though he was some distance away and his submachine gun was still firing non-stop, it didn't affect Fire Knife's ability to hear the command at all –
"Don't aim! Just shoot! Follow your feeling! Shoot as fast as you can!"
"Remember to count how many bullets you have left in your gun! Tell me in advance when you need to reload! Don't let the firepower stop!"
"Those advancing, take a sip of water before charging, it will slow down the rate of stamina depletion and make you sprint faster!"
"Don't be afraid to die! Don't rush to revive even if you die!"
"Smoke grenades ready, throw to the right side of the sandbag on the left front!"
"Grenades! Throw them behind the sandbags! Assault troops, drag the corpses back! Medics, follow up and revive him for me to continue charging! !"
"Support troops advance! Put the supply box in front, replenish grenades, everyone throw a wave together!"
– Much more reliable than the commander occasionally sending messages in the chat channel like [6 o'clock direction], [E7 midline about 20 degrees south], [Squad A advance 3 squares]!
The squad, including him, had a total of 8 people. Braving the firepower of the opposing defense squad, they crossed the roadblocks and broke through the 60-meter bridge like a hot knife through butter, successfully occupying the bridge.
After that, the captain didn't rest for a second. He immediately activated the hyperspace watch to put down the blueprint, and everyone picked up their hammers and banged away, quickly building a respawn outpost.
Then, without stopping, they rushed towards the high ground.
This high ground overlooked the [Northern Mountain Pass] stronghold below.
Commanding the high ground, a strategic location!
If he hadn't followed the captain up, Fire Knife wouldn't have realized this at all.
– The map was all flat, there weren't many contour lines, so you really couldn't tell which was high and which was low, and there were no roads leading here. This was a place that Fire Knife would have ignored before.
The captain shouted: "Brothers! High ground advantage –"
"Beat the idiots!" The team members were super supportive.
So a few people built temporary barbed wire and obstacles in the back, and the rest lay on the high ground, shooting at the stronghold below, racking up kills.
How happy!
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The captain of Team C, Marxism, also called Fire Knife a few times, but Fire Knife resolutely refused on the grounds of "being unable to get away."
After taking the [Northern Mountain Pass], Fire Knife had no intention of returning to the team…
Even if he died in the middle and wasn't rescued, he would find Dragon City Flying General's squad whenever he had the chance.
– The difference was too obvious!
Building Dreams spent a great deal of effort to carefully carve out the various details on the battlefield.
Whether it was the visual, auditory, tactile, or combat details, they all brought a strong sense of immersion.
In this environment, would you rather follow a team of recruits and die suddenly for various inexplicable reasons?
Or join a team of veteran warriors, cooperate tacitly with your comrades under effective command, and charge all the way to capture the stronghold?
There was no need to think about which of these two completely different game experiences to choose!
After that, Fire Knife followed this squad leader throughout the entire battle, all the way to the end.
Squad leader Dragon City Flying General even accurately judged the situation, bypassed the main battlefield, ambushed in advance, and launched a lightning strike on the enemy's last stronghold at a critical moment, winning the victory for the team.
Three propeller fighter planes dragged white smoke across the sky at low altitude, and the magnificent victory sound effect rang in his ears.
The chat channel scrolled out a large string of "Awesome" words, and Fire Knife's sense of accomplishment exploded!
"Awesome!"
"Awesome!"
"Invincible!"
"Captain! Add me as a friend!!!"
…
This 8-person mixed squad stood in the enemy's base camp and happily fired their guns into the sky, cheering.
Fire Knife didn't bother to celebrate the victory, and quickly added the captain as a friend.
In just one battle, he quickly realized –
In this Building Dreams game, excellent commanders are likely to become super sought-after scarce resources!
At least this [Dragon City Flying General] was much more reliable than the "real commander" [Huo Huo Zhen's Husband], who was constantly giving orders but had a very low presence!
Fire Knife originally planned to play one game of [Hell on Earth] and then play [War Zone].
After quickly experiencing the two new modes, he would stay up all night to write articles and race against time.
For self-media, time is life! Speed is money!
But seeing [Dragon City Flying General] instantly accept his friend request and send a private message asking –
"One more round?"
Fire Knife hesitated for a moment.
Then quickly replied:
"Let's go!!"
The night was still long.
One more round wouldn't delay anything!
Just one round!
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