Chapter 576: Chapter 547: Is This How You Play the Ga?
Looking at the densely packed mortars in front of him, Yelang felt a bit puzzled.
He opened the points panel and found that in a team of 60 people, there were a staggering 53 support soldiers.
Besides these, there were only 4 recon soldiers, 2 assault soldiers, and 1 dic.
“???” Yelang was shocked, “What the hell?”
Indeed, it was his first ti playing the multiplayer mode of this ga, and he didn’t understand anything. But just by looking at the team composition, he instinctively felt it was not good!
The problem was that he couldn’t control how others played…
Not to ntion that he didn’t know how to play the ga properly or what troop configuration would give an advantage. He could only see how it goes.
What was even more outrageous was that no one cared about the troop types at all; they were all gathered around the spawn point, fighting for the two horses and two tanks.
Yelang went closer and saw that this group of people wanted to operate the vehicles without unlocking the pictorial book.
“Aren’t they just old vehicles from a hundred years ago?”
“How complicated could it be?”
Everyone was quite confident.
After a round of complicated finger-guessing ga, the winner excitedly climbed onto the tank, and the squad entered the gun positions, ready to go.
But no matter what, they just couldn’t start it up.
With great effort, they finally discovered that the thing actually had no fuel…
They tried in vain to dismantle the gun, but of course, that was impossible.
“Horse taming” also didn’t go well; as soon as a person got close to the horse, it would throw them off. Even several people working together couldn’t hold it down.
Yelang even saw Yi leading a squad, rushing forward, trying to grab the horse’s leg and control it. But the warhorse perford a cool back-kick, sending Yi flying three ters away.
Instantly losing a lot of blood, Yi almost died on the spot.
The other players enthusiastically watched the drama unfold, clapping and cheering, encouraging them to keep going.
Yelang was dumbfounded: “We’re here to fight! Not to go sightseeing!”
He looked up at the sky, where the originally gray “A”, “B”, “C”, “D”, “E”, “F”, “G” points were marked. The “A” point had already turned red.
Obviously, the enemy had already started moving and even captured one of the points.
Yelang couldn’t help but shout, “Brothers!! Look at the battlefield! They’ve already started capturing points! Stop ssing around!!”
After yelling, he took the lead and left the crowd, rushing towards the nearest “F” point.
Many people woke up from their daze and followed Yelang’s lead, rushing forward.
As Yelang charged, he felt that this situation was too strange: “I’m a recon soldier; shouldn’t I be hiding behind the crowd and sneakily firing a black gun?”
“Shouldn’t my role be to lead the charge?”
But it was too late to regret it now. So many people were following him that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
Moreover, these fanatics of “caliber is justice” were all extrely aggressive, shouting while rushing forward:
“With our 50-plus guns, before the battle begins, let’s give them a carpet bombing!”
“Bomb them until nothing is left!”
“Charge! After the bombing, pick up the machine guns and push forward! Invincible!”
“The advantage is ours!”
…
The first two points went very smoothly, with “F” and “E” points taken one after another.
“Be careful!” Yelang still managed to keep his cool, “The enemy is faster than us; they’ve already taken the ‘C’ point. We might run into them at the ‘D’ point!”
But nobody listened and continued to charge forward with loud yells.
Until an unannounced “fireball” fell right into the crowd.
Fortunately, it didn’t hit anyone.
“What the hell is this?” Several players quickly dodged and looked at the flas on the ground, “What weapon is this?”
“Incendiary grenade? Isn’t its power too weak?”
“Did anyone see where it ca from? Shouldn’t we return the favor with a few artillery shells?”
…
Yelang glanced at it and lazily ignored it, only wanting to quickly enter “D” point. But soon, he stopped in his tracks and looked up.
He saw the black “rain” falling from the sky – it was a barrage of artillery shells!
“Fuck!” Yelang couldn’t tell where the shells would fall and didn’t know where to hide.
There wasn’t even a warning ti, the shells started exploding in mid-air, and fragnts were flying everywhere.
The panicked crowd had people lying down on the ground, so trying to find the enemy, and so running around like headless flies. But many unlucky ones lost all their blood and were sent away by the barrage in an instant.
Within just a few seconds, the heavy losses compelled them to retreat frantically.
In the crowd, Camille Victoria saw that she had only a sliver of health left, her vision turning red. She hastily threw down a dical box to heal herself.
The effect was excellent, and her health rapidly increased, which made her let out a huge sigh of relief.
Her teammates nearby also received treatnt, and the surviving support soldiers further away saw that a dic was present and imdiately gathered to receive healing.
In Camille Victoria’s vision, the teammates being healed had points jumping out of their heads.
Her score was soaring!
But before she had ti to be happy, a familiar sound ca again!
“Are you kidding …” She looked up and found that the second wave of mortar attacks had arrived!
Moreover, where she was standing, nearly half of the shells tried to hit the dozen or so players gathered together, giving them special attention!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom——
Camille Victoria once again experienced the feeling of “getting carpet bombed” in the tutorial level.
Her body was blown up, but her consciousness floated up into the sky with her soul out of the body.
In this process, the player who killed her was highlighted, and Camille Victoria finally saw – the enemies were gathering together, with a mortar gun in front of everyone, continuously firing, tirelessly pouring all the artillery shells onto their heads.
Then she returned to the deploynt interface without any hesitation, and Camille Victoria chose the nearest Point E, the outer edge of the mat.
— The frontline teammates were all being bombed, so she couldn’t even reach them.
After reviving, the brave soldiers of the Ottoman Empire began to contemplate:
“We’re all Support Soldiers, why are we the ones getting bombed?”
“It can’t be because we have fewer mortars, right? We have 53 already, that’s not too few…”
“It must be because our positions are too concentrated, and we need recon! We need vision, Recon Soldier, step it up!”
…
Under the virtual environnt, the “marking” enemy chanism has beco a bit more complicated:
Light up enemies within the range of a signal flare remains unchanged.
But the rule of lighting up all enemies within the range with one button has been changed: you must genuinely notice the opponent and focus your eyes on them to “light up” the enemy.
If you just glance over without noticing the enemy lying down, they naturally won’t be highlighted.
If an enemy marked is not engaged in combat after being highlighted, the mark will disappear after 5 seconds.
If the enemy hides and makes themselves completely invisible to all opponents, the mark disappears in only 3 seconds.
Under this chanism, there is a higher requirent for the Recon Soldier – at least those with zero static eyesight will find it uncomfortable.
Of course, players have not fully figured out the specific chanism at this ti and won’t notice so many details.
At the mont, all players can think of is: “Get soone with good eyesight to switch to Recon Soldier, please!”
As soon as the words were spoken, a gunshot rang out from the crowd.
Everyone turned their heads and saw that the dedicated Yi was trying to kill himself by swallowing a gun in order to change classes.
But then, he spat out a bullet from his mouth with a bewildered expression on his face.
“This thing, can’t it be used for suicide?”
“What are you thinking about, brother!” an older guy couldn’t bear it any longer, “Just change it from the panel!”
“Oh, right.” Yi quickly opened the panel and began the operation.
Within half a minute, the Recon Soldiers expanded from a pitiful 4 to 12, each equipped with a signal flare for reconnaissance purposes.
With their confidence renewed, everyone charged towards Point D once more.
Camille Victoria followed them enthusiastically, with a dical syringe in one hand and a dical box in the other, ready to heal and save lives at any ti.
— The number of Recon Soldiers in the team had been replenished, but dic Soldiers still hadn’t…
After just experiencing a brief surge in points, Camille Victoria’s teammates have now turned into a batch of lush and green leeks, eagerly waiting for her to harvest them.
At this point, she couldn’t even be bothered to take out her gun – how could shooting be more interesting than farming points?
This ti, both sides were almost simultaneously exposed to each other’s vision, and the opposing Recon Soldiers shot signal flares at each other as a greeting.
Both sides were highlighted simultaneously – visually, there is a conspicuous red outline around the enemy’s body, making them look very eye-catching.
Everyone stopped, pulled out their mortars, and started bombing each other!
At the sa ti, Camille Victoria threw down a dical box in the densest part of the crowd, and then—
Turned around and ran!
Only fools would stay and take the bombing!
The next mont, the bombing battle began!
The thunderous sound of explosions was deafening, with people on both sides falling continuously, but none would escape – they fought through the bombardnt and kept firing until their ammunition was gone, to see who would die first!
Especially in their line of sight, numbers popped out on the enemy’s position: [ 10], [ 20], [ 25], it was so satisfying they didn’t want to stop!
Camille Victoria was also having a blast, not only did the dical box rake in points for her, but the syringe in her hand was also satisfying.
Regardless of male or female, as soon as she saw soone killed, Camille Victoria would rush up without hesitation, stabbing her syringe forcefully into their butts, and the effect was imdiately noticeable!
No matter how miserable their teammate’s death was, they would get up with their butts clutched, and energetically rejoin the battle.
Compared to this, the points that kept popping up were not so important.
Who cares about points when stabbing butts is more fun!
…
In the fierce bombing exchange, on the side of the battlefield, the absent Recon Soldier Yelang, who was not needed to lead a charge, finally rediscovered his identity as a Sniper.
At this point, he had found a relatively satisfactory position, hugging his gun and lying down, subconsciously holding his breath while aiming.
As for the live broadcast room audience’s reminder about “not the optimal damage range”, he didn’t take it to heart –
“Optimal damage range is a problem for body shots, but headshots are one-shot kills!”
“Sharpshooters don’t need to consider distance!”
His confidence stemd from the fact that his field of vision was full of stationary targets, making aiming a breeze!
“Bang!”
With a gunshot, accurately hitting an enemy’s head, they fell as expected.
A string of reward points appeared on the corpse: [Hit 100], [Headshot 25], [Sharpshooter Reward 100] …
“Aweso!”
Yelang lowered his head again, aiming at the next target.
But he had no idea how conspicuous he was right now…
On the enemy’s mortar position, almost half of the Support Soldiers in the British army put away their mortars, replaced them with [Lewis Machine Guns], and aid at his position.
At the sa ti, more than ten mortars also moved their barrels to point at him.
The next mont, Yelang experienced the true rain of gunfire and bullets!
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