13: Chapter 013 The Pursuit of the Japanese

"This multiplayer mode doesn't even allow respawning. Once you die, you're out of the game for good. Every time a player dies, there's one less of us."

"The firepower from the Japan side is too strong. I've been watching other streamers get pinned down; they can't even advance. As soon as they try, they're gone."

"Brother Wang, it's going to be basically impossible for you to win this round."

The fans were still discussing it. Wang Ye read the barrage comments and sighed helplessly.

The other players had also been informed by their fans about the current number of people left in the game.

This left them all quite shocked.

How many minutes has this game been going on? It hasn't even been half an hour, and half of the players are already dead.

"This won't do. If half the players are dead, the NPCs must have suffered even higher casualties. If we keep slacking off like this, we're definitely going to lose," Wang Ye said.

His words made the other players nod repeatedly.

"Alright, let's take the initiative then. We have to at least give it a shot."

Wang Ye stopped retreating.

Li Yan, who was not far away, saw them stop and no longer continue to retreat.

He placed the wounded soldier on the ground. They were still in the middle of a battle, and having been separated from the main force, they couldn't find a Medic at all.

The wounded soldier had many gunshot wounds, and Li Yan didn't know if he would be able to hold on.

Li Yan returned to Wang Ye's side.

Wang Ye immediately stopped chatting with the other players.

"Squad Leader, what's wrong? Are we still going to keep retreating?"

Wang Ye shook his head and said, "Prepare to attack. You take care of the wounded soldier."

Li Yan immediately shook his head. "Squad Leader, I want to fight too. That wounded soldier doesn't need me to take care of him. If I'm gone, that's one less person with firepower."

Looking at the wounded soldier who had fallen into a coma and whose life was uncertain, he realized that staying behind to look after him was completely unnecessary.

Without a doctor, whether this wounded soldier lived or died was up to fate.

If they assigned someone to look after him, their nine-man squad would lose one person's worth of firepower.

Wang Ye glanced at the wounded soldier as well.

He was lying on the ground, motionless. Looking at him from this distance, he was no different from a corpse.

"If we leave him here, he'll most likely die," Zhou Xiaoyi said at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Li Yan looked at her with a complicated expression and said, "Even if we don't leave him here, what can I do by guarding him? Without a doctor, am I just supposed to watch him die?"

Zhou Xiaoyi instantly fell silent.

That was true; Li Yan staying here was useless.

The battle was raging, and everyone who could move was fighting.

"Fine, let's hide him first," Wang Ye agreed.

The reason he agreed was that he suddenly remembered this was a game.

If he wanted to win, every bit of combat power was important.

Not to mention that Li Yan was an NPC, and his combat power was much stronger than theirs as players.

Soon, Li Yan hid the wounded soldier in a small alley.

Then, the group headed toward the front line.

Without the burden of the wounded soldier, they moved very quickly.

Turning a street corner, they ran into a few Little Devils.

These Little Devils were moving cautiously along the edge of the street.

The ground was covered with traces of artillery bombardment.

Wang Ye didn't know where they were.

Although he had a map on him, he couldn't read it at all.

"Fire!" Wang Ye shouted.

The players immediately opened fire.

Zhou Xiaoyi was also operating her rifle, though not very skillfully.

For someone like her who had never used a gun before, firing was truly difficult.

The other players were no better off.

The shooting games they had played all involved simply loading a magazine and then emptying it.

Now that they were dealing with these antique guns, none of them really knew how to use them.

On the street, the ambushed Little Devils marines immediately retreated to the doorways of shops along the street, using the walls as cover.

The players' marksmanship was truly pathetic, and most of their bullets didn't hit the enemy.

Only a few Little Devils were hit in the body, but none of the wounds were fatal.

Subsequently, the Little Devils began to counterattack.

The Little Devils' marksmanship was very accurate; a bullet whizzed past, grazing Wang Ye's scalp.

Wang Ye felt a chill on his scalp, as if blood was trickling down.

"Damn it, these bastards almost blew my head off."

Wang Ye immediately crouched down, patted his chest, and felt a lingering fear.

That sensation of death just now had been extremely clear.

"Squad Leader, are you okay?" After firing a shot, Li Yan crouched down and saw the blood flowing from Wang Ye's forehead.

"I-I'm fine."

Wang Ye took a deep breath, his heart pounding violently.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground followed.

Wang Ye looked over and saw a player collapsed on the ground.

There was a bloody hole in his forehead, with blood mixed with white, tofu-like brain matter flowing out.

His eyes were wide open, looking as if he had died with deep regret.

Seeing this scene, the players around him were stunned with fear.

"There's a sniper?" Wang Ye's eyes widened sharply when he saw this.

Zhou Xiaoyi covered her mouth, her heart pounding violently.

She fought back the nausea in her stomach, her eyes filled with terror.

This player had been right next to her. She had just wanted to stand up, but this player had stood up faster than her.

As a result, he died.

Headshot by a single bullet.

The player's brain matter had splattered onto her.

If she had been just one step faster, wouldn't it have been her who died?

At this moment, dense gunfire erupted.

Wang Ye, who was familiar with firearms, immediately recognized the sound of a light machine gun.

His expression turned grim; they were in danger now.

Being suppressed by the machine gun, coupled with the sniper on the other side, they had no way to peek out and return fire.

"Change position," Wang Ye said, then quickly led them to retreat.

Zhou Xiaoyi finally came to her senses from the shock and stood up, only to find her legs had gone weak.

"Hurry, let's go!" Li Yan saw that Zhou Xiaoyi was lagging behind, so he immediately ran over, grabbed her, and ran.

Less than a minute after they left, the Little Devils arrived at the spot where they had previously been.

And there were many of them—over twenty.

Wang Ye led them as they retreated and fought at the same time.

He was no longer thinking about charging forward to capture anything; just surviving was good enough.

However, Zhou Xiaoyi's legs had been weakened by the fright earlier.

Now she couldn't run fast at all, and Li Yan, while dragging her, couldn't run fast either.

Wang Ye saw this and felt very helpless.

But he couldn't bring himself to abandon the two of them.

The Little Devils chasing from behind saw the two and immediately opened fire.

Li Yan pulled Zhou Xiaoyi into an alley, and Wang Ye immediately threw two grenades out.

The pursuing Little Devils saw the grenades and scrambled to retreat, but it was too late.

The force of the two grenades exploding knocked seven or eight Little Devils to the ground.

Three or four Little Devils were killed on the spot, and the remaining few were left lying on the ground, wailing.

"Baka Yarou!"

A Little Devil squad leader holding a pistol saw this scene and flew into a rage.

He immediately ordered the others to chase after them and kill them all.

At this moment, Li Yan continued to run, pulling Zhou Xiaoyi along.

They used the alleys to evade the enemy.

Zhou Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that a patch of Li Yan's military uniform on his arm was stained red.

"You're injured?"

"It's nothing, keep running! Don't stop."

Li Yan didn't even frown, his expression stern.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoyi had no choice but to keep running.

Her legs were no longer weak now.

However, she felt extremely guilty; if it weren't for her dragging him down, Li Yan surely wouldn't have been injured.