Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 446: We are! Motorcycle Killers!

The curtain rises on the final battle!

With the earth shaking and mountains quaking, the collapse of Central Tower created an unprecedented, breathtaking actual gaplay demonstration in gaming history.

The unprecedented destruction effects made people shout "insane!"

And as the tower collapsed, Point C located at the central position once again beca an unguarded neutral point.

At this mont!

Both evenly matched factions had reached the point of complete exhaustion in their Manpower Value!

No one had any opportunity left to flank around and stealth capture points from behind.

Because at this point, every squad lost, even every single person lost from either faction,

ant one more disadvantage on the frontline battlefield.

The final symphony had begun playing, with the entire match's slaughter completely imrsing both sides in this unprecedented modern warfare.

In this war, they witnessed firsthand the collapse of prosperity, the brutality of combat, watching comrades fall one after another in the rciless flas of war.

Even they themselves had fallen repeatedly, only to redeploy onto the battlefield under the na of another soldier.

This was a complex emotion difficult to describe with words.

It was the hope for triumphant return, the longing for the battle to end, and even more, the relentless pursuit of victory amidst the intertwined flas of war.

Victory or death.

When two enemies et on narrow path, the brave one wins!

"Charge!!!"

Whoosh!!!

Since both sides had nearly exhausted their heavy vehicles in the recent tower collapse battle,

the pothole-ridden main roads no longer rumbled with Infantry Fighting Vehicles and main battle tanks.

And in the skies above, there was no longer the terrifying shriek of fighter jets roaring past.

But!

At this mont, the passionate battle cries rising from the ruins were more earth-shaking than at any other point in the entire war!

The vast artificial island was shrouded in dust, the gray-white ruins covered with a layer of dim yellow haze, like an aged sheet of rice paper spread out.

And the red and blue factions positioned on either side were like paperweights firmly pressing down on the paper, evenly matched and confronting each other!

Wielding brushes and splashing ink.

Viewed from the distant sky above.

The soldiers of both factions resembled freely splashed ink stains, spreading and expanding across the aged rice paper.

And when the ink stains intersected.

Vermilion cinnabar would spread out at the boundary.

Flying fire and streaking teors, interwoven bullet curtains!

Tracer-tailed bullets crisscrossed through the ruins!

Violent explosions continuously erupted, making the already broken walls and debris appear even more devastated!

"Throwing grenade!!!"

With a furious roar!

A red faction player pulled the grenade pin and tossed it from behind ruins-made cover.

The smoking grenade arced over broken floor slabs, lightly bounced off twisted steel reinforcent bars, and landed precisely at the feet of two blue faction soldiers.

Boom!!!

Amid the flying dust and debris, an unexploded C4 was blasted away, sticking onto a broken wall nearby.

Then with a shuua sliding sound, another blue soldier dove beside the wreckage, dug out the detonator from the ruins and pressed it hard!

Crack!!! Whoosh!!!

The broken wall shattered!

And through the billowing smoke, an out-of-control rocket trailed exhaust as it burst through the haze!

Whoosh!!!

Breaking through the rolling smoke, the rocket skimd over the heads of prone soldiers, grazing past the cheek of a blade-wielding warrior who had risen behind them.

Passing through gaps in floor slabs, the crimson blood splattering in the air took root and blood like raindrops on its spinning body, blossoming into bewitching datura flowers.

Weaving through jungles of steel reinforcent, countless figures intermingled on this battlefield, roaring as they pulled triggers, stirring the Battlefield Winds, composing the cruel symphony of war.

And as ti flowed once more—

Whoosh BOOM!!!

The out-of-control rocket stirred water-and-fire mingled waves upon the surging river!

A blue faction jet ski was struck by the rogue rocket, flas leaping skyward, the violent shockwave creating rippling waves across the river water!

Manpower Value kept decreasing, dropping from twenty to ten then jumping to single digits!

Comrades charging alongside fell one after another, until montarily, the entire ruins were littered with bodies lying in all directions!

"Left side! Tuanzi! Left side!!!"

Following Old Ma's loud shout in the squad voice chat!

Gunfire erupted in the narrow ruins!

Rat-tat-tat!!!

Brief exchange of fire!

After a mont of quiet, a zapping defibrillator sound was heard.

Then, Tuanzi erged carrying a shotgun, walking low alongside the revived Old Ma, master and apprentice erging from behind collapsed partition boards in the ruins.

Drifting gun smoke drifted past the broken walls and debris of the artificial island.

After three full rounds of brutal charges, the artificial island now fell into brief tranquility.

Severe manpower shortage ant all charging soldiers from both sides in previous rounds had been lost at this final point.

The fighting had been too brutal.

So brutal that it created a battlefield vacuum period.

Taking advantage of this brief calm, master and apprentice looked around.

Layers upon layers of warfare.

Pale sunlight filtered through thick war clouds.

The rolling river churned turbulently, bodies and wreckage drifting with the current, floating and sinking.

The once dazzling Pearl Tower had now collapsed, the twin-pearl shaped broadcast tower only half remaining, standing brokenly on the mudflats.

Fierce battle flas were visible everywhere, collapsed wreckage filled the view.

The once prosperous tropolis had now, under war's devastation, turned into ruins and dust, shrouded in the smoky haze of brutal warfare.

This scene would undoubtedly be the most powerful impact for any player.

The interweaving of violins and trombones now made the symphony sound tragic and heroic.

The realization of unprecedented physical destruction technology allowed players to experience modern warfare's destructive power in virtual reality for the first ti.

That devastating bombing and assault could make once brilliantly prosperous cities instantly crumble, and could displace millions or even tens of millions of people.

Although this was just a ga, and perhaps later players would discover more interesting tricks, treating it as daily entertainnt where gaming spirit would inevitably prevail.

But undoubtedly, no one could forget the shock when first experiencing this ga.

Shocked by the power of modern artillery, shocked by the intensity of total warfare, shocked by the impact of collapsing skyscrapers.

However!

Just as the master-apprentice duo was about to secure the point, locking the crucial situation into red faction's hands!

—!!!

Suddenly!

From the blue faction's direction over the river, the sound of turbine blades abruptly roared to life!

Gun smoke was stirred as a Viper ard helicopter approached the ruins at this mont!

Currently, neither side had any manpower reinforcents left.

The final deployed red and blue soldiers were all desperately rushing toward the point.

Whoever could arrive here first would completely occupy this point and win the war.

Due to aerial vehicle cooldowns, red faction's remaining manpower could only use Infantry Fighting Vehicles to reach the core battlefield.

anwhile, blue faction happened to wait out the ard helicopter's cooldown, with a four-person squad boarding the gunship and flying straight to Point C.

At this mont.

Everyone's eyes focused on Point C.

Clearly, blue faction's ard helicopter would reach the battlefield first.

And once the ard helicopter deployed, red faction's Infantry Fighting Vehicle would instantly beco a moving tal coffin.

Simultaneously, blue faction's final manpower would continuously and rapidly arrive at Point C, capture the point, and achieve final victory.

We're done.

Seeing this, not to ntion the players and dia on site.

Even Gu Sheng watching backstage muttered "we're screwed" to himself.

Because at this point, with red faction's remaining two or three infantry soldiers, they simply couldn't stop the Viper.

Against such heavy helicopters, ground infantry were pure cannon fodder.

Players familiar with the Battlefield series knew that facing severe enemy air superiority, scattered AA players couldn't provide effective anti-air coverage. (Note: AA players - anti-air players who specialize in shooting down aircraft in gas)

And now.

Under the entire Point C airspace, forget AA players.

The few remaining people didn't even have AA launchers, and could only watch helplessly as the Viper established air dominance!

But at this mont!

Tuanzi's voice rang out in the ga:

"Master!"

Behind her, Old Ma also nodded: "Mhm!"

The two exchanged glances and nodded without hesitation!

Footsteps clattered across the ruins.

Old Ma stripped an unexploded set of C4 from a fallen engineer comrade.

anwhile, Tuanzi found a small off-road motorcycle that was already on fire.

Then, Old Ma quickly stepped forward, attached all the C4 to the front of the small motorcycle, then straddled the seat behind Tuanzi, patting her shoulder:

"Apprentice! Let's go!"

Hearing this! The audience couldn't help but shudder!

From their posture, the on-site audience could easily guess what they planned to do.

And the viewers in the livestream chat widened their eyes even more, because this scene was exactly like Tuanzi's earth-shattering explosion during the previous PUBG strear invitational!

—!!!

As Tuanzi revved the off-road motorcycle!

Throttle twisted to the max, the small motorcycle shot forward like a catapult, charging head-on toward the Viper's direction!

Gravel sprayed from the wheels!

Billowing dust spread like wings behind the master-apprentice duo!

The Viper ard helicopter's cannon shells began warming up and rotating, like a sovereign in the skies, contemptuously preparing to blast this fearless charging ant.

And the next mont!

Vroom—!

The off-road vehicle suddenly swerved, charging toward a collapsed floor slab slope!

Whoosh—!!!

Soaring through the dust, it traced an arc through the air.

The off-road motorcycle flew like a cannonball fired from its chamber, heading straight toward the stunned Viper.

The smiling faces of master and apprentice reflected on the Viper's windshield, their laughter echoing across the entire riverfront—

"We are!"

"Mo—tor—cy—cle—Kil—lers—!"

Click.

BOOM—!!!