Chapter 795: Chapter 754 “Today, Look at the French with New Eyes!”
Arican players amassed in the south, loading their guns behind a simple cover, ready for battle.
In the north, xican players took the lead in approaching the battlefield.
Here, dozens of Arican players were waving their arms from a distance and shouting, “Hurry up! Go straight to the west! They need people there!”
On the frontmost armored personnel carrier of the xican players, Santos leaned out the side window, waved his hand, and replied in Spanish:
“What are you saying? Speak louder, I can’t hear!”
–Arica has a unique situation; except for Brazil speaking Portuguese, the rest basically speak Spanish.
The Arican player anxiously said, “West! West! The defensive line there needs you!”
“What— are— you— saying—”
“West!! Side!!”
The distance between both sides had closed to a hundred ters.
“Ah! You said west huh? What’s going on there?” Santos shouted.
“Enemies are coming from the west!”
“Enemies? Where?”
“West! Middle Eastern players are coming!”
“People are coming from the west? Who?”
“The Middle Eastern people!”
“The Middle East? What about the Middle Eastern people?”
The car had already driven within 10 ters.
The Arican player was furious, feeling like he was being played: “Are you ssing with ?!”
The car stopped beside him.
A dark gun barrel erged from the car window and pressed against his forehead.
Santos grinned, “Bingo!”
“Bang!”
Blood spewed from the Arican player’s head, and he helplessly fell backward. His corpse turned into specks of light.
“What are you doing?!”
Another Arican player’s eyes widened in shock.
The next mont, the xican players answered him with their actions—
Several guns erged from the windows on both sides of the APC and began indiscriminate firing at the dozens of unprepared Arican players nearby!
The intense firepower sent more than twenty people to et their founding president in an instant.
The remaining dozen or so players were horrified, trying to hide while they frantically shouted:
“What are you doing?!”
“Aren’t we allies?”
“Quickly notify the main force!”
“Despicable and shaless!”
…
“Bang bang bang!” Santos responded loudly while assisting his teammates in clearing the remnants—
“Thank you for the complint!”
“Fuck you!!” The Arican player was furious.
“Tututututu…” The teammate’s heavy machine gun fired wildly, drowning out all the noise.
The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets turned the remaining Arican players and their cover into sieves!
“Hmph, you and your cover are both laughable.”
After saying that, the teammate carried the heavy machine gun back onto the vehicle, urging Santos as he went, “Don’t dawdle, hurry up! My big gun is itching for action!”
“I hope you’re talking about the one on your shoulder…” Santos climbed into the co-driver’s seat.
The APC started moving again, charging straight towards the main force of the Arican players.
At the sa ti, on both sides of the vehicle, running teammates had already caught up, their faces filled with joy and frenzy, eager to give all their ammunition to the opponents ahead.
…
Compared to their elation, the Arican players were a bit bewildered:
“What’s going on? Allies beco enemies, 2000 vs 2000, changed to 1000 vs 3000?”
“One vs three?”
“Fuck! How can we fight this?!”
…
Eika once again felt the malice in people’s hearts!
Encircled on both sides, caught in a three-way attack, how can they fight?
Strategic retreat?
What a joke, the enemies were right in front of their faces! Retreating now would be running away. Once their formation dispersed, they could only be chased down and killed!
The commanders hesitated for a mont, and Santos’ group had already appeared before their eyes— this base was really small, driving back and forth in no ti.
The next mont, they opened fire, bullets raining down like a storm!
The Arican players imdiately counterattacked!
But their cover was facing outward, and the Iraqi players outside had already brought their large forces to bear, even entering shooting range. Snipers began taking precise shots, making it impossible to switch to the other side of the cover, leading to massive losses for the Aricans.
Of course, the corresponding losses for the xican players were not small either.
Comparing average quality, the Arican players were still higher than the xican players. However, their internet conditions lagged far behind, their formation was off, and the battle turned into a ssy one.
Moreover, when the Iraqi and Syrian players saw the chaos on the Arican side, they abandoned all caution and charged forward recklessly!
With the xican players holding them down, the Arican players could only watch helplessly as these people charged right next to them. The anticipated heavy machine gun and sniper fire never happened.
With everyone so close, all that was left was a fight to the death!
Eika watched in despair as wave after wave of death effects lit up in the battlefield, with fewer and fewer surviving players…
Until ——
[T3 Warzone – Alica, has exited the battlefield]
The System broadcast echoed throughout the venue.
Alica players achieved their pre-match goal of targeting the top three!
—— Just like Manjiaci, they were also in the top three only counting from the bottom.
…
The demise of Alica players did not an the end of the fight.
With their common enemy out of the way, the Middle Eastern player alliance began to take advantage of the situation to strangle xico!
xico’s players, who suffered heavy casualties, showed no sign of retreating and refused to back down.
The Middle Eastern player alliance couldn’t understand why, but that didn’t stop them from going all out, trying to kick xico out of the battlefield as well.
But soon, another thousand-person team erged behind them, that is ——
The rear attacking Brazilian players!
When Santos and his team were preparing to ambush Alica’s players, they did not contact the Middle Eastern players. The rear attacking Brazilian players were the real backup!
However, the hatred of the Middle Eastern players was too fierce, and their actions were too strong. Brazil got delayed on the road by Colombia, which resulted in Brazil entering the battlefield after Alica was already out.
But they happened to catch the second round just in ti.
Thus ——
Middle Eastern player alliance versus the real·Arican Alliance!
The entire [173-64] base beca chaotic like a ss of porridge.
*
A little earlier in ti, when the Middle Eastern players and xican players were still working together to strangle Alica, the Finnish players also encountered their opponents.
“Enemies are coming! From the west! Gather and get ready for battle!”
Holding a telescope at the highest point of the town, Viltani used his loudest voice to shout a warning for his comrades-in-arms.
Hearing the news, the Finnish players imdiately sprang into action. Only two small teams were left to guard the other lines of defense, with the rest rushing to the west to support.
By the ti they reached the position, the French players were already visible to the naked eye.
“These French guys? They run so fast!” As Viltani stared at the French players rapidly approaching through his telescope, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “They are so eager to fight us?”
In the French players’ team, Turner waved his hand towards the Finnish players’ position:
“Don’t fight! We don’t want to fight!”
“Cooperation! Alliance!”
At the sa ti, he signaled his teammates: “Don’t shoot first! Don’t fight!”
“Bang!”
The much more muffled gunshot than normal firearms echoed in the air.
Turner fell to the ground with a thud. “Does the commander really dare to jump like this?” Viltani’s sniper teammate scoffed, “Does he really think we don’t have a sniper?”
Turner was shot and fell to the ground, but the shot hit his chest and didn’t kill him instantly.
He struggled to get up, with a huge size 48 shoe print on his face.
“Ptui!” He spat and was about to continue shouting.
But ——
“Tututututut…”
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”
The Finnish players opened fire!
Seeing the bullets shooting towards them, the French players reflexively raised their guns to fight back.
The battle suddenly beca intense!
“I knew it. They must have co to attack us!” A Finnish player on the front line muttered as he fired his gun, “Do they want to deceive us into not fighting? Should we wait for them to co closer and fight?!”
“Fuck!” Turner was furious, “I’ll fucking fight you guys to the end!”
Instead of moving forward, he went against the flow, rushing towards the Daxia players at the back of the team.
Due to the terrain, when he reached the end of the team, he happened to see the last batch of French players entering Viltani’s view.
So Viltani saw: A French player rushed out of the team, not towards the front line, but trying to retreat from the rear.
“A deserter?” He murmured instinctively.
But the next mont, Viltani saw that the French player was hit head-on by a tank gun, accompanied by a loud “boom!”
The soil and dust exploded several ters high!
When the dust settled, the deserter was gone without a trace.
“Wot da fook!”
Viltani was shocked!
He imdiately relayed the news to the team channel:
“There’s a supervisory team on the other side! I just saw a deserter retreating got executed by a tank gun!”
As expected, his teammates exploded instantly:
“That’s so damn harsh! Is a supervisory team necessary even in the virtual battlefield?!”
“Execution by cannon?!”
“This is for real!”
“Fearless in the face of death! Fearless in the face of death!”
“Are the French really this bloody?!”
“Today, I have newfound respect for the French!”
…
Outside the battlefield, the global audience couldn’t help but laugh their heads off.
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