Blue and White Society Chapter 527: In a tight siege

Mo Poor's team went around to the side of the small town of Carmel.

But they were not in a hurry to attack, but watched waves of friendly troops fighting fiercely with the blue army of the small town.

Incendiary bombs, mortars, and vehicle-mounted rockets flew randomly in front of the formation. There was not a single building with more than two floors in the town, and most of them were blasted into ruins.

Smoke and flames spread inside and outside the town,

Tanks and armored vehicles rush upward in a scattered manner, and directly smash through the earth wall. All buildings in this game are destructible.

After a battle, everyone is a demolition team.

The tanks are rampant, and the soldiers behind them take advantage of the momentum to approach, but often the tank only loses its armor when a shot comes over, while the soldiers behind are neither dead nor disabled.

"If you also like the sacrifice style of play, you can rush up now, otherwise just lie here with me and don't move." The captain said.

It can be seen that most of the players who are not afraid of death and rushing upwards are players who are not afraid of death.

In other words, to seek is to sacrifice one's life for benevolence, to use the cover to lean up little by little, and to throw grenades wildly when the opportunity arises.

Some of them died before they got close to the position. The battlefield was full of stray bullets.

What's more, if you step on a landmine or get hit by a shell, you will ascend to heaven on the spot.

However, there are fates too. Seeing that they have already entered the position, they will leave a grenade behind, and after pulling it away, they will rush into the enemy's formation screaming like a mad dog, shooting random rifles, and whichever one goes more.

"Boom!" A wave of self-detonation took away several enemies and completed a glorious sacrifice.

However, the opponent is not an idiot. Everyone is familiar with the mad dog nature of these players, and no one will get together.

Many mad dog players rushed up, but they couldn't hit anyone.

The others were even worse. They were shot to death as soon as they rushed in. The body exploded backwards and died together with two teammates.

"Haha! Suicide with negative points!"

"The level of suicide posture is too bad."

The teammates who were not tricked didn't take it seriously and laughed instead.

Then follow closely behind and continue to rush forward. With a large group of fearless players, it is easy to break through the defensive network of the enemy's position.

You can't relax every minute and every second, because there are too many people participating in the battle, and any bullet or shell that flies in will kill you.

So everyone's nerves are tense, enjoying the feeling that they will die at any time under the hail of bullets.

"Oooohoo!"

"The wall is falling! The wall is falling!"

"Eat me!"

"You didn't throw it out!"

Boom!

When more and more players poured into the position, the two sides handed over soldiers and started street fighting, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

It is almost impossible to distinguish between teammates and enemies. Many players just chug when they see anyone, regardless of who they are.

"Hahaha!"

"Who dares to kill me!"

"Feel the pain!"

The marksmanship and positioning were completely ignored, because the atmosphere was so intense that both sides were in a state of nameless frenzy during the street fighting, excited and mindless.

At times like this, those who can still remain calm are all masters and even professional players.

But even professional players can only rely on superb marksmanship and concealment ability to survive, and cannot play any routines at this time, otherwise they will die ugly.

The street fighting lasted only fifteen minutes, and the number of kills on both sides was soaring.

"It's almost there. We should be able to capture the small town of Carmel, and we can lean in now." The captain observed it and said.

He is obviously the kind of old tortoise player who waits until the enemy is almost dead, and finally joins the battlefield to harvest.

Right now, both the red and the blue in the town are fighting fiercely, and there are very few in good condition. He leads the team in to grab the head, which can be said to be a pure profit. If he is lucky, he will be the first to win the flag.

There are quite a few players like him. It can be seen that many players who have been watching the show outside the camp also moved at this moment, rushing into the town.

This game is like this, some people enjoy the game, some people like to be slaves.

"I don't think we should go into the town..." Mo Poor said suddenly at this moment after he had been reading the game.

"Huh? If we don't rush in, the credit will be taken away by others! That's how we fight!" the captain said.

Mo Poor looked around and said: "Our communication has not been restored, and friendly troops far away cannot share the enemy's movements with us. Under such circumstances, it is too unwise for us to fight as usual."

"The blue army has not come to support so far. It should not be, and they have not cut off the communication. I suspect that we are surrounded."

The captain was stunned for a moment, and struggled for a while, but he still couldn't give up the point reward in front of him.

If you don't go in, they won't even be able to get support points when they've wiped out the enemy and finished taking points.

"It doesn't matter! If you don't go in, you won't get anything, first get the points and then talk, do you really expect to live to the end?" Said, the captain rushed into the position.

Most of the novices followed in, and Mo Poor shook his head, trying to forget that this was a game.

Many people don't care about the outcome of the battle at all, they only pay attention to personal honor.

After all, there are too many players in a battle, and the process is too long. It happens from time to time that one person plays a heroic demeanor and kills all directions, and in the end it is still his own side that loses.

So in the one-life mode, everyone tends to be the hero for five seconds. As for who wins and who loses in the end, I'm sorry, I'll be playing fourth when you get the result.

Mo Poor thought for a while, and followed in.

This is not a real battlefield, he is here to 'make a name for himself', it would be better for the team to be under siege.

Soon, the remaining hundreds of people from the red side poured into the town. They attacked the city, burned, killed and licked the bags, and placed themselves within the range of this small position.

Mo Poor didn't go to grab the head, but found a low room on the second floor. The roof and walls had collapsed. He leaned against the ruined wall and scanned his surroundings with a telescope.

It didn't take long, and I saw a black mass of enemy troops approaching.

There are large groups of enemy troops in the northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest, and even the rear route to the south has been cut off. At least two or three thousand people were dispatched to cover them.

Armored vehicles and tanks are available, and artillery is row after row, obviously all in good condition.

On the other hand, in the small town, there are remnants of soldiers without vehicles and guns. Some formations were directly emptied, and some were left with only a few people.

The main force is all slave players with average combat ability, and there are only five or six hundred people together.

"The town of Carmel has been captured!"

"Ho Ho Ho Ho!"

They cleaned up all the enemies in the town, and they were in high spirits when they suddenly heard fierce gunshots.

It turned out that Mo Poor was alone, staying on the second floor and shooting outside, with an assault rifle firing non-stop.

When others saw his rank as a recruit, they only regarded him as excited and fired guns to celebrate.

On the other hand, the captain knew that Mo Poor's marksmanship was excellent, and he had a foreword first, so he asked, "You're coming?"

"We are surrounded..." Mo Poor said.

"What!"

Many players climbed to a high point to look at, and saw that all directions are enemies, and some places have already set up guns and aimed at them.

After a fierce battle here, there is not much heavy firepower left, and they can't pose a threat to the opponent at all.

Conversely, the town is full of collapsed buildings, except for a few areas, most of them are almost flat, and there is no danger at all.

"Let's go out and fight with them!" Most of the players were not afraid at all.

However, some Gao Wan said: "We don't have long-range firepower, and we just die if we rush out. It's better to hide and seek. When they attack, we can kill a few more. It's also useful to trade with them in the flag point." Stick to the deadly bonus."

"Huh? Aren't you Romon?" Someone recognized Gao Wan who was speaking.

"Romon? The 15th-ranked master in the Chinese language area? I've seen his video. He rushed into the watchtower with full firepower, bang bang bang, and killed twelve in a row. It's like a **** gun fighting technique."

"I've also seen him climb over a wall repeatedly and kill six with just one knife."

"Sniping is the most powerful thing, right? Sniping killed forty-nine people in a row, a formation of fifty people, and only one person ran away and was hammered."

"There is no way this game will hang, unless you use a supercomputer to hack into the server...the cost is scary, haha."

The Chinese area is the largest area in the world, with tens of millions of players online every day, what is the concept of being able to reach the top 15 on the list of achievements?

There are no cheats in this game, and the server uses a supercomputer. The cost of making cheats is too high, and it is easy to be seized if it is forcibly made.

Therefore, the top ranked players in this game are all solid achievements, relying on awareness, technology, and game understanding.

Normally, when people recognized him, Romon would greet them with politeness, but now, he held up his binoculars and stared blankly at the place where Mo Poor's assault rifle was shot, silent.

"What's going on? Why do masters ignore people?"

They didn't know that at this moment, Luo Meng was completely frightened by Mo Poor who was silently and seriously killing the enemy.

This is not a blind shot at all, this recruit is shooting and killing the enemy artillery array frantically!

A distance of 800 meters, one person suppressed the enemies in the south and southeast directions, so that they could not even set up a gun mount.

At a distance that only a sniper can kill, with an assault rifle, he has already killed twenty-nine people just by seeing it!

"At this distance...you can only see black dots, right?" Romon put down his binoculars and looked at Mo Poor.

Seeing Mo Poor firing a few shots, he took out his binoculars to take a look, then cut the gun and fired again, and then stopped to take a look.

Switching back and forth like this, he takes away an enemy with every shot!

"Captain, get some brothers to shoot over there with rifles!" Mo Poor said suddenly.

The captain said confusedly: "How can this be hit?"

"You don't need to hit the target, Xia Jiba can just shoot indiscriminately." Mo Qiong said.

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