Chapter 603: Chapter 571: You guys keep up the good work, I’m going to rob a house!
“He’s in a hurry! He’s in a hurry!”
“Hahaha, do you know what your teammates are thinking?”
“I know, I know – [Man, you’re terrible!] Hahaha.”
“The one named [orz] is done for, he might get banned after this match!”
“Even being banned is worth it, this is [Slayer]! Although the number of slayers today might be a bit more... hahaha!”
...
The audiences in Lincoln’s live broadcast room are almost dead with laughter.
Especially the large amount of Russian and German players who couldn’t manage to snipe Lincoln, they came around to watch the live broadcast out of disappointment.
They initially thought of complaining, but seeing how miserably Lincoln died, they took pleasure in his misfortune and joined the mocking queue.
The heat of the live broadcast room is gradually rising.
But Lincoln doesn’t feel happy about it at all.
Something even more bothersome for him is: In the group channel where people should be calling for support and updating their situation in the fierce battle, two people started chatting –
“Why did you choose the name Louis Winter Melon?” Yelang curiously asked the room administrator who had transitioned from male to female.
“I think the winter melon is plump and cute.” Louis Winter Melon answered leisurely.
“Why do you always pretend to be a man?” Yelang was confused.
“Because I like the way you look when you cross-dress! Honestly speaking, I feel your look when you dress as a man is just so-so...”
“Huh?” Yelang opened his mouth in surprise, he said speechlessly, “I’m sorry I still let you be my room administrator even though you can’t see me cross-dressed.”
“It’s alright.” Louis Winter Melon is quite open-minded, “To love someone, you have to accept their imperfections! I like the way you look when you cross-dress, so I accept you as you are when you dress as a man.”
Yelang felt there’s something wrong with what she said, logically it doesn’t add up.
But in this environment filled with constant explosions and gunfire, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong at first.
Meanwhile, Louis Winter Melon already went a step further and said, “Of course, it would be better if you were willing to cross-dress! Honestly, if you would spend half of your time cross-dressing, I have no problem being your boyfriend...or should I say girlfriend!”
“???”
Questions marks not only appeared on Yelang’s forehead, but also on the foreheads of everyone in the group channel.
There were also question marks on the foreheads of the ten million audiences in the live broadcast room.
“Can you guys...not chat in the group channel?” Lincoln interrupted them with a speechless expression.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Louis Winter Melon repeatedly apologized, “Did I disturb your command?”
“No.” Lincoln immediately denied, “It has nothing to do with commanding, I just don’t want to eat dog food.”
“Especially when the dog food has such a weird taste, I feel a bit indigestible.”
Lincoln’s precise mockery made the audiences in the live broadcast room, who were sending out question marks, change to sending [indigestible].
The group channel was immediately filled with laughter.
Yelang didn’t know what to say out of embarrassment.
Although Louis Winter Melon, who carries a soft girl image, has a very cheerful personality, and laughed heartily at these words.
The elite Italian squad, overly focused on anti-aircraft defense, picked fighter planes as their air vehicles. While they excelled at air combat, they had little suppressing power on the ground.
This allowed the tanks to smoothly charge into the courtyard, then – calling in artillery by the War Pigeon!
The St. Chamond tank stopped in its tracks, while the support soldiers hammered away with their wrenches.
Then – the artillery fire arrived!
The enemy, who was attacking the tank, and the Italian players who had rushed back to the second floor and rooftop, were once again hit hard!
The dense enemy formation maximized the damage effect of the artillery bombardment.
The enemies in the courtyard were nearly annihilated!
More players quickly flooded into the courtyard.
A large number of smoke grenades were thrown, everywhere from the courtyard to the indoors, all around the base, were engulfed in thick smoke!
In this environment with extremely limited vision and claustrophobic space, both sides were undoubtedly dragged into close combat.
On Daxia’s side, support soldiers carrying Magnetic Mines and medics holding medical syringes, went into charge mode!
Whenever they saw an enemy, the support soldiers would rush up with their mines, causing massive explosions, and both of them would head to the Yellow Springs together.
The medic teammate would then inject a syringe, bringing him back to life.
If they saw another enemy, it would be the medic’s turn to charge with a hand grenade, dying along with the enemy.
When both were dead, the support soldier teammate would step forward, pick up the medic’s syringe and change configuration, and then revive the medic.
They were playing a sustainable, cyclic suicide bombing strategy!
Of all the countries in the world now, which country plays suicide bombers best?
The Middle Eastern players?
NONONO~
Even in the game, Middle Eastern players would consciously avoid this tactic.
Those who played it best were Daxia players, who had no mental burden and dared to try any trick.
This two-person configuration was just the most basic operation.
More advanced three-people and even four-people teams with no cooldown human-bomb tactics had often appeared in various street battle maps.
If successful, they could often pull the situation back from the brink and turn the tide.
Of course, if they failed, that would be screwing over their teammates and feeding the enemy, speeding up the start of the next match...
Luckily, this time luck was on their side. The Dare-To-Die squad had broken into the base’s range, engaging in close quarters combat with the Italian players, fighting for this critical base.
However, Lincoln wasn’t here.
He was recognized by many players and finally got his wish to ride on the white horse, holding a lance, and began to charge!
Intern Camille had also grabbed a mount for herself and was riding alongside Lincoln at the moment.
Their charge was aimed at: the enemy’s hometown!
“All the experts are fighting and killing at Point C; there must be only noobs in their base, right?”
“Isn’t this free kills delivered to our door?”
Lincoln left a message in the squad channel: “You guys keep fighting, I’ll be back shortly!”