Fang Ming died in a baffling manner and clicked to start the ga again.
His mind was still replaying the scene: a person, a bicycle, and then suddenly an explosion...
Human bomb?
Is the Southeast Asian battlefield really this brutal?
Then the screen blinked, and Fang Ming was already in the ga, facing a jungle.
The sound of gunfire was still ringing in his ears.
It seems like there’s a battle going on in the ga at this ti, so starting over still puts him in the battlefield. Fang Ming imdiately hid behind a tree, loaded his rifle, and scanned the surroundings.
Fang Ming sighed with relief:
"Jungle, the chances of survival should be higher."
Just joking.
He had successfully broken free from the encirclent during the Empire’s 15-day siege, evading armored units and military dogs, earning the Moscow Defenders dal!
Jungle camouflage is child’s play for him.
He looked at the soldiers around him, still British Commonwealth soldiers and many Asian faces, relying on the forest to shoot at the opposing side.
Fang Ming turned around, sticking his head out to look at the attacking troops on the opposite side.
Now with ti to observe, he could clearly see Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms, likewise using trees for cover while shooting.
Fang Ming suddenly understood and said to the viewers in the live broadcast:
"After Japan assaulted Pearl Harbor, they chose to attack Southeast Asia. So areas here belong to the British Commonwealth, and Japan is fighting here now."
"Not sure where this is... Myanmar or Singapore?"
"Hadn’t been streaming much before, not clear on the battle situation."
"Didn’t expect Southeast Asia to be so fierce too; Japan attacked in December, and it’s almost the end of January, still fighting."
As he spoke, Fang Ming raised his rifle.
Bang!
One shot directly took down a Japanese soldier, and a smile spread across Fang Ming’s lips:
"Is that it?"
Then he ducked back behind the tree, reloaded the rifle, stuck his head out to shoot again, and another Japanese soldier fell dead.
At this mont.
Fang Ming seed to have discovered a new world.
The battlefield’s intensity seems much lower than the European Battlefield. Been cannon fodder in the European Battlefield for so long; now finally rising up.
With continued shooting, one shot, one Japanese soldier.
Fang Ming felt moved to tears, been playing this damned ga for so long, finally feeling like a pro again, no longer cannon fodder!
Getting more excited with each shot, Fang Ming had the moderator change the stream title to
[Southeast Asian Jungle Gun King, Online Killing Spree, 18/0]
and updating the kill count in real-ti.
It attracted a lot of viewers at once.
However, as the kills increased, the Japanese soldiers opposite beca more cautious, gradually reduced their attack and exposure frequency, and Fang Ming couldn’t find any good opportunity to shoot anymore.
He could only hide behind the tree and chat with the stream room about the battle situation:
"The battle intensity in Southeast Asia seems much lower than in the European Battlefield."
"I just took out more than a dozen, and they’re already afraid to attack. If this was the European Battlefield, it wouldn’t even be enough for one wave. These Japanese soldiers are quite cautious."
"Though, to be fair."
"The British Commonwealth soldiers over here are quite la too."
"It’s been a while, haven’t seen them kill anyone, not as many as I’ve taken out myself."
"I’m now suspecting that when the Empire quickly pushed through France, part of the reason for Dunkirk Evacuation could have been the soldiers."
"The combat effectiveness of these British Commonwealth soldiers is really...sothing..."
Before, Fang Ming always thought the Empire was too strong. Coupled with the later intense confrontations with the Soviet Union Camp, it led to a misunderstanding of soldiers’ combat effectiveness on ’Earth.’
Until he got to Southeast Asia now, feeling the combat effectiveness of the British Commonwealth soldiers nearby and their ridiculously poor marksmanship.
Not to ntion the cautious Japanese soldiers opposite, adjusting tactics and afraid to show themselves after losing over a dozen n, Fang Ming couldn’t help cursing Polestar Gas and the profit-driven old rogue Zhao.
"So all along, I’ve been grinding in a Hell Level dungeon???
Fang Ming was cursing while talking to streaming viewers, anwhile eyeing the jungle where the Japanese soldiers hadn’t pushed over yet.
Perhaps his sniping had worked, and those Japanese soldiers didn’t dare stick their heads out.
No good shooting opportunity for a while.
Then.
The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side of the jungle started throwing smoke bombs, incendiary grenades, and other explosives. Fang Ming had to temporarily hide behind the tree and be watchful of the opposite side.
Boom—!
Boom—!
Grenade explosions and the spread of smoke significantly reduced visibility in the jungle.
Fang Ming held his breath, sensing the opponents wanted to charge in for close combat, and couldn’t help but stay alert.
Suddenly!
The sound of ’clack-clack’ from tracks echoed in the jungle.
Already on high alert, Fang Ming was startled, almost jumping from reflex.
Tank?!
Fang Ming instinctively wanted to find cover, what the hell?!
How could there be a tank here?!
No way!
This is a jungle, right?
How could tanks possibly drive into the jungle?
Fang Ming abruptly stopped, turned to look at the opposite side of the jungle, though still obscured by smoke bombs and explosion dust, the ’clack-clack’ sound grew closer.
Nearby British Commonwealth soldiers looked terrified; so even dropped their guns and ran.
Fang Ming was montarily stunned.
What exactly frightened these guys to this point?
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