I Developed Call Of Duty And Was Hunted Down By Players All Over The World

128. A Proud Warrior Cannot Be Killed!

The medical soldier is my own father, and the Air Force is my grandfather.

This is the default for all players.

The character controlled by sister A died before the rescue of the medical soldiers.

Speaking of which, he was quite comfortable, because he lost consciousness without feeling much pain.

In fact, Ye Yu is also afraid. After all, in such a bloody battlefield, he can never really make players feel 100% pain.

The visual impact alone is scary enough.

If it makes them feel pain again, I am afraid that some people will be scared to death after playing this game.

Therefore, the pain sensation in the big battlefield mode is almost pulled to a minimum, which is a temporary modification.

Being hit by a bullet is probably like being punched so that you can feel dull, but it doesn't really hurt like a needle prick.

On Mozi's side, she now knows why the medical officer taught her that sometimes you need to choose.

In less than five minutes, at least three of her own people died in her hands.

These people all died before the medical soldiers came.

Mozi quickly gave them an injection of morphine for those who could withstand it a little bit to reduce the pain.

Then simply bandaged, these people got up and rushed up again.

And the more they fight, the more they will subconsciously think about some problems.

Compared with the real battlefield, the realism of this game is probably less than 1% cruel.

On that kind of battlefield, the average "887" survived for less than 10 hours.

That was during World War II, an average of 300,000 rounds of bullets could kill a person, 300,000 rounds!

But now in modern warfare, bullets are consumed even faster.

So fighting is burning money.

There are always people clamoring that if we really want to fight, I will sell the house and donate money.

As everyone knows, throwing the little money in their hands on the battlefield is just a noise.

One shell is a top-equipped BMW, and the shell just before landing is worth enough to wash the ground, which is enough for a courtyard.

So even the richest man like Old Wang Tenghua, if there is a war, he can only ask Lao Tzu to donate his life.

Hit, spank the fuck.

the other side.

Sister Zhou and her company were broken up, and the bare beach was full of gunpowder smoke and dust blown up by shells.

She couldn't find her leading commander, so she could only blindly follow the others forward.

The situation on her side was slightly better, the blasting cable successfully blasted a line without mines and barbed wire.

Sister A was blown up by an anti-personnel landmine and lost her lower body. She was so frightened that she broke out in cold sweat.

Worse still was the man next to her, who tried to hide behind the tank.

As a result, as soon as he dodged, the booby trap deployed under the rejecting horse exploded, and half of his body was shoveled away, leaving only one leg jumping there.

Half lying in a bomb crater, watching the dead man in a daze, suddenly a black shadow jumped in front of her.

Shocked all over, Sister Zhou raised her gun and wanted to shoot, but was grabbed by the muzzle of the gun with one hand and pressed down.

Da da da--

The bullet sank into the sand, and a bearded man with a rough face shouted at her: "My own people!"

Andre grabbed Sister Zhou's muzzle tightly, then waved his hand and slapped her across the face: "My own man!!!

Instead, she was woken up, blinked and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"Don't be afraid, it's normal. When I went to the battlefield for the first time, I was so scared that I almost killed my own people.

Andre picked up a light machine gun from nowhere, lay down beside Sister Zhou, removed the chain of bullets and shouted at her: "Zhang!"

Everyone carried a water bottle, but at least half of them were pierced by stray bullets as soon as they played.

Sister Zhou's kettle had already exploded, and the two bullet holes the size of a lychee looked really scary.

But anyway, there was still some bottom in the kettle, so I took it out and handed it to Andre.

Andre was taken aback when he saw the kettle, looked up and said:

"What are you doing to me, pour water on the bullets!"

The person holding the gun was killed before, and the blood splashed on the magazine had already solidified a layer of frost.

Sister Zhou tried her best not to shake her hands, and poured a little water on the bullet.

Andre wiped it clean with his fingers, exposing the original brass color of the bullet, before putting the clip back in.

"After the blood coagulates, the belt will jam at a critical moment."

"This kind of mistake can kill people, learn from it!"

After all, Andre pushed up a helmet, poked his head out and looked out:

"There are only 300 meters left to the bunker, we have to rush over to deal with the shooter as soon as possible."

"More than two hundred meters away is the enemy's trench, we try to attack from inside, we have to buy time for other brothers.

"Look at the bunker they built. There are so few bullet holes that a ghost could get in."

Cursing, Andre stretched out his hand and dragged a half-exploded corpse outside the crater.

"Brother, let me borrow your body."

This person has almost no human appearance, just a lump of flesh whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Sister Zhou's eyes widened and her pupils shrank, and she almost couldn't hold back her vomiting.

Then, she just watched Andre stand up.

The thick arm held the dead man's collar in one hand and stood in front of him, while the other hand dragged the machine gun alone, and turned around and said:

"Stand up soldiers, we will continue to charge."

After all, the god of war held the gun with one hand and pulled the trigger, carrying the corpse of his teammate and rushing forward screaming.

This scene is extremely powerful, but it is also very morale-boosting.

Seeing him advancing without any feedback, sister Zhou suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, turned over and jumped up and ran forward.

"Fucking little book, I killed your own mother!"

"Ulla!!"

That's how morale is.

A good team leader can also bring high morale to others.

This is the most important thing on the battlefield. If the army's morale is defeated, then everything will be over.

Fear also has a head. If you see too many dead people and stumped limbs, people will become numb.

In just ten minutes, at least 2,000 of the 9,000 people who landed lost at least 2,000, and the blood has already stained a large area of ​​the beach.

But with so many people filling it in, it is still somewhat useful.

The squads and platoons pushed forward with the firepower, and many people fell on the road, but at the same time, more people shouted Ulla.

Some people were overwhelmed by mixed emotions of anger and fear, and ran desperately.

He was hit by a bullet and knocked to the ground, so he injected a painkiller into his body, then stood up and rolled and crawled forward.

They are no longer afraid of the razor barbed wire that will hurt if they touch it a little bit.

A dying person can also explode with unbelievable strength, struggling to lie on the barbed wire and slamming the grenade on his shoulder, blasting a gap for his teammates to step on the corpse and run over.

Andre's practice of carrying the dead body as a cover in this way is scary.

But he also seems to have aroused a military spirit in the player's heart, although only a little bit.

But, a spark can start a prairie fire!

Fear also has a limit, and the upper limit is the morale of not fearing death.

From the fear at the beginning, the player gradually regained his own courage.

"kill!!"

"Ulla!!"

Seeing people around you keep falling down, more people helped up the injured comrades regardless of their care and continued to move forward.

Sister Zhou took a deep breath, she also seemed to feel that the shouts filled her ears were as beautiful as music at this moment.

"My mother, I was born to be unkillable!!"

Gradually, she ran faster and faster, and soon passed Andre.

Probably I have never seen such a desperate player......

The book on the opposite side doesn't say I'm afraid, but it's somewhat fearful.

By the way, the heavy firepower in their hands also fired more and more intensively.

However, the soldiers rushing to the front also effectively provided some cover.

They advanced two hundred meters away from the bunker group, and when they were about to approach the trench, they threw smoke bombs in their hands to provide obstacles for the machine gunners.

On the beach behind, relying on the enemy to weaken the aimless strafing, more people rushed up one after another.

"Mortar squad ready!"

Pay attention to the dangerous shooting distance!"

Behind, the heavy artillery team that successfully landed on the beach successfully set up a mortar position.

There is no need for very precise coordinates, just shoot out one shot to see where the bullet hits, and then take a rough look before firing intensively.

"Ula Ula Ula! Let me get out of the way!!"

Sister Zhou threw herself into a ditch, raised her hand and killed an enemy.

But before she could move on, a man pushed her away.

Looking back, the character played by Da Sima is tall and tall.

A layer of fireproof cloth was stuck to his face, and a thick bulletproof board was tied in front of his body.

The most terrible thing is that in his hands, he holds a long black tube with the length of an arm in both hands, and a black canister is connected to the other side of the tube.

"Fuck, flamethrower?! Where did you get that thing?"

"My teammate died, I took it from him."

"Get out of the way, I want to find some acquaintances to play with them!"

Sister Zhou stood aside when she heard the words: "God damn acquaintances.....burn them to death!!"

The flamethrower sprayed thirty or forty meters away, and it was simply a magic weapon in this narrow trench.

Da Sima pushed forward steadily, and Huolongshuo screamed repeatedly while burning in the trench.

Occasionally, a few people who hid in the gutter and wanted to sneak attack were also eliminated by the two demon kings who jumped into the trench with Sister Zhou.

However, Da Sima didn't play for long, and was scolded and snatched out of the trench by his commander.

Although this thing burns cool, it is also too dangerous.

Explosive gas tanks are not so easy to be blown up, but people still have to enter the trenches after all.

Once burned, the flames that can burn on the water will burn the entire trench.

Under the high temperature, the propulsion speed of one's own people will also be slowed down.

Now that they have advanced here, the rest of 4.8 is to continue to push forward, trying to knock down the machine gun bunker from the underground tunnel.

As for Da Sima, if he is lucky enough.

You can take advantage of other people to attract firepower, put the muzzle of the flamethrower into the observation hole of the bunker and then burn it.

The enemies inside will completely become his acquaintances.

At this time, there are more and more people around Sister Zhou.

Sister A and Eggplant were also resurrected, and they successfully landed with the third landing team.

"Damn it, I'm back."

"Don't let anyone stop me, I have to bite a notebook to death."

Eggplant cursed and walked in the front. This time, he was really not afraid at all, and frantically opened the way with a machine gun.

the other side.

Yinzi and the others also achieved good results and successfully advanced into the trenches.

He has a lot of life, and he hasn't died once until now, but his left arm was pierced by a bullet.

Mozi's dressing skills also improved rapidly, and he wrapped it up for Yinzi in two or three strokes, and tied a flower by the way.

"Attention all, this is the headquarters!"

"Received intelligence, the enemy's air force came to kill."

"Our fighter pilots are trying to intercept, but you need to take down enemy positions as quickly as possible.

"Before 11 o'clock in the afternoon, they need to provide false coordinates to bomb their own rear support!"