177: Chapter 177 Difficult Offensive

"Damn, this is satisfying, so satisfying!"

Old Kui laughed heartily, his Anti-aircraft gun continuing to pour shells down onto the Allied Forces players below.

Seeing Old Kui having so much fun, Old Hei's face was filled with envy.

"Old Kui, let me have a turn." Old Hei dropped his machine gun, ran to Old Kui's side, his face full of longing.

"Hey, don't go grabbing things, go play your own game. Are you an Artilleryman? Why are you trying to steal my gun?" Seeing Old Hei acting touchy-feely, Old Kui twisted his waist and shoved Old Hei aside.

Old Hei was knocked over onto the ground by the shove.

He quickly got up and brushed the dust off his pants.

Then he slanted his eyes at Old Kui, curled his lip, and said stubbornly, "Fine, don't give it to me, I'll just pick an Artilleryman next time."

Afterward, Old Hei slowly returned to his machine gun position.

Looking at the machine gun in his hands, he glanced over at Old Kui's Anti-aircraft gun next to him.

Sigh, this game is really unplayable.

Meanwhile, on the beachhead below.

"Damn, I'm tilted. That guy on the other side is using an Anti-aircraft gun; I've already died five times."

"Damn it, he's killed me five times by himself. Where are our planes? Are they useless? Why aren't they bombing them?"

Behind a tank wreck on the beachhead, a disheveled player was hiding.

Another player was hiding there with him.

"Ahem, Brother Yu, it seems like they don't know how to play; they disappear after one bombing run."

"Damn, if you don't know how to play, why choose the plane? Might as well let me do it." The player called Brother Yu cursed, his head displaying the nickname Tian Yu.

"Cough, Brother Yu, watch your language, you're livestreaming."

"So what if I'm livestreaming? It's just you watching anyway, no one else can hear. Those useless idiots are just too terrible, why can't I say anything?" Tian Yu said angrily.

"How long has it been? Where did their planes go?"

Tian Yu looked up at the sky; it was clear and cloudless, not a shadow of a plane to be seen.

Half their combat strength was lost right at the start.

Gunfire and explosions continued to ring in his ears.

He watched as the players from his own faction kept charging, only to fall halfway.

The clanging sounds echoed off the tank wreck.

The enemies on the mountain seemed to have targeted them.

Another tank drove down from a landing craft, passing right by them.

Seeing this, Tian Yu quickly followed.

With a tank leading the way, he didn't believe he could die again.

The player next to him saw Tian Yu running and immediately followed.

At this moment, Wang Ye and Liu Yang had already assaulted the base of the bunker.

Hearing the sound of the autocannon above, Wang Ye grinned, clutched a grenade, waited two or three seconds, and tossed it right inside.

Old Kui was having a great time when a dark shadow suddenly drifted in front of his eyes.

He looked over instinctively, and upon realizing what it was, he let out a "WTF."

Before he could react, the grenade exploded.

He was struck by shrapnel from the grenade explosion, and intense pain swept through his entire body from the wounds.

"Damn, it hurts like hell."

Old Kui was rolling on the ground in pain.

The grenade had exploded right next to him, but the key issue was that the blast wasn't powerful enough to kill him outright.

Now with shrapnel stuck in his body, it was pure torture.

Beside him, Old Hei had also been hit by the sudden grenade.

He and Old Kui fell to the ground, rolling around together.

Just as the two were wailing, a player ran out from the tunnel behind them.

He pulled a needle from his pocket and jabbed it into both of them.

Then he bandaged the two up.

This only took a few minutes.

The two stood up as if they were full of life again.

However, Old Kui could still feel the shrapnel inside his body.

This thing can't be removed?

Isn't that pure torture?

Outside below the bunker, Wang Ye and Liu Yang heard the wailing from inside the bunker and immediately felt satisfied.

Afterward, seeing that the gunfire and explosions above had stopped, they immediately ran toward the bunker next to them.

But just as they reached the other side, the sound of gunfire and cannons started up again from the bunker they had just bombed.

After being bombed, Old Kui immediately knew that the enemies had made their way up.

He said something to the Medic, telling him to go and inform the others that the Allied Forces players below had made their way up.

As an Artilleryman, although Old Kui had a gun, it was useless.

He wasn't going to abandon his gun to engage in melee combat with the enemy.

Using this Anti-aircraft gun to fire horizontally at infantry was simply a divine weapon.

As long as he secured the Anti-aircraft gun, he was guaranteed to score points in a match.

Although he didn't know how points were awarded in this ranked match, it was clear that the higher the score, the more points he would gain.

He didn't know who had bombed him earlier, but that didn't matter.

He just needed to vent his anger on that person's teammates.

At this moment, the attacking side was being firmly suppressed by them, and the number of players able to charge up was countable on one hand.

Whether it was infantry or tanks, most couldn't even reach the foot of the mountain.

Especially the tanks; as soon as one appeared, Old Kui would aim directly at it and blast away.

He didn't believe the enemy's tanks were infinite; there had to be a limit.

Once he finished off the enemy's tanks, victory for this match would be assured.

As for the enemy's planes, apart from that first wave, he hadn't seen a single shadow of a plane since.

But that was fine; if there were planes, they would be harder for him to hit.

On the other side, after Wang Ye and Liu Yang had used up all their grenades, they had no choice but to search for the tunnel entrance to the fortifications on the mountain.

While searching, Wang Ye suddenly noticed that their score of 25,000 points above had dropped to only 20,000.

"Damn, Liu Yang, why do we only have 20,000 points left?" Wang Ye widened his eyes and exclaimed.

At this moment, Liu Yang also saw their team's current score and was equally dumbfounded.

Both of them were stunned.

How long had it been? Not even half an hour, right? And the points were already down to 20,000.

Neither of them had died even once.

With the points dropping this fast, it could only mean that other players were dying too many times.

He glanced at the defensive side's score, 24,961; they had almost no casualties.

Seeing this situation, Wang Ye's face darkened.

These other teammates were just too good at feeding.

In the livestream room at this moment, hearing Wang Ye's words, most of the viewers also noticed the score situation.

"My goodness, Brother Wang's side is feeding way too fast. Losing 5,000 in half an hour?"

"Calculating that way, on average, everyone has died at least five times."

"It's a pity that this livestream can't show the full-field perspective; otherwise, I'd really like to see how they are dying so fast."

"I feel like this match is doomed; with them feeding this fast, I don't think it will take 24 hours—it might end in two and a half hours."

"That's for sure; they've been fighting for so long, and not many have even charged up the hillside."

"Where did our planes go? What about air superiority? Without air superiority, how are the infantry supposed to charge?"