182: Chapter 182 Playing with Dirty Things

With an explosion, the player repairing the tank was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground a few meters away.

He struggled to his feet, eyes wide.

He saw that the tank he had just repaired now had a broken track, with flames rising from its side and billowing thick smoke.

At this moment, another turd-yellow figure entered his field of vision.

In his desperate gaze, another plunger was jammed into the other side of the tank.

An explosion rang out from the other side of the tank.

Caught in a pincer attack, this Sherman tank finally couldn't bear the load, and a violent explosion erupted.

The people sitting inside were all blown to bits.

After the Observer respawned, refusing to believe his luck, he chose Tanker again.

Soon, he drove a new tank up Mount Suribachi.

He intended to find Old Kui and his group to take revenge.

However, not long after they climbed up Mount Suribachi, seven or eight turd-yellow figures appeared around them.

Without exception, these people were all holding a plunger in their hands.

Seeing the plungers, the Observer widened his eyes, his face full of helplessness.

"What the hell! What is this stuff? Why is it everywhere?"

Gripping his machine gun, he didn't know who to shoot at for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and fired potshots at these people, but as soon as he opened fire, they would hide.

Whenever he turned to the other side, they would rush out again.

In the end, he gave up.

Under the siege of three or four figures holding Magnetic Mines, this tank survived for over ten minutes before being sent to the afterlife.

For a time, the entire mountain was filled with figures holding Magnetic Mines.

Whenever they saw a tank, they would charge fiercely.

The offensive side, which originally had a great situation, suddenly turned against the wind again.

The number of tanks dropped sharply.

As the number of tanks decreased, the points also kept dropping.

Every time a tank exploded, five people died.

That was equivalent to five points.

On the other side, Wang Ye took off in his plane again, but not long after he ascended...

...he saw that the points overhead were only 12,000 left.

Seeing this, Wang Ye widened his eyes, his head full of question marks.

"Wait, brothers, what happened? How much time has passed? Another 5,000+ points gone?"

The audience, upon hearing this, comforted him one after another.

"Brother Wang, it's fine, look, the opposite side is dropping points pretty fast too."

"Yeah, just a moment ago they had over 24,000 points, now they are just over 20,000."

Wang Ye saw this and realized it was indeed the case.

"Holy crap, brothers, have we actually stepped up? We actually managed to take down so many points from the other side."

Wang Ye was a bit surprised; although the point gap was larger, at least things were improving, and they weren't just being beaten up.

But at this moment, he noticed the comments in the livestream room were a bit strange.

"Ahem, Brother Wang, you're overthinking it."

"That's right, it's not that your side stepped up, it's that the other side is playing dirty."

"I saw it in Old Kui's livestream room; anyway, I'm dying of laughter."

Seeing these comments, Wang Ye was completely confused.

What happened? Why couldn't he understand what was going on?

"No, brothers. What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"What dirty tricks are they playing?"

The audience in the livestream room, seeing Wang Ye's confused expression, laughed and sent comments to explain it to him.

After reading the audience's explanation, Wang Ye was even more confused.

"Magnetic Mine? Mutual destruction?"

"What the hell is this? The enemy's weapon?"

Just as Wang Ye was stunned, the plane shook.

He snapped out of it and looked at his current position.

"Damn, I flew too far."

Wang Ye hurriedly steered the plane to turn around.

Returning to the skies above Iwo Jima, he dove his plane down.

The comments in the livestream room didn't explain it very clearly, and he had to see for himself what was happening.

As the plane gradually approached the ground of Iwo Jima, he saw his side's tanks moving on the island below.

At this moment, he saw yellow dots suddenly appear from the scorched earth, and they all charged towards the tanks.

Soon, these dots reached the side of the tanks, and sparks and smoke from explosions rose up.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye finally understood what they meant by Magnetic Mines and suicide attacks.

This thing seemed to be quite powerful; a group of people charging towards the tanks with Magnetic Mines.

It was the first time Wang Ye saw a sense of helplessness on a tank.

While he was mesmerized, he glanced at the cockpit instruments of the plane.

Altitude 100. Seeing this altitude, Wang Ye immediately reacted.

He was still flying the plane.

Wang Ye hurriedly tried to pull the plane up, but it was too late.

His pull-up had little effect, and the plane slowly dove downward, getting closer and closer to the ground.

On the ground, Old Kui heard a buzzing sound.

He turned his head and saw a plane flying towards them.

At this time, Wang Ye, who was in the plane, also saw Old Kui and his group.

Thinking that since he couldn't pull up, he might as well take out the enemies in front of him first.

Wang Ye pulled the trigger of the machine gun, and bullets poured down continuously towards Old Kui and his group.

Before Old Kui could react, he was riddled with holes in the next second.

Subsequently, the plane crashed into the ground, and a ball of flame rose up.

After respawning, Old Kui was full of confusion.

This plane had really caught him off guard.

On the other side, Wang Ye prepared to respawn, only to find that the Pilot option was grayed out.

Not only that, but the Tanker option was also grayed out; only options like Assault Trooper and Medic were available.

This meant that if he died later, he could only play as these classes.

And neither planes nor tanks could be selected.

Now, every plane and tank on the field was gone once lost.

But the point gap between his side and the enemy was getting wider and wider.

Seeing this, Wang Ye sighed; this match was hopeless.

He might as well hurry up and charge to preserve his individual score.

Two hours passed.

In the end, the offensive side was unable to turn the tide, and Wang Ye looked at the results screen in front of him.

His score was second on the offensive side, and the first place was someone he didn't know.

However, being able to take first place meant they definitely had skill.

Afterwards, he took another look at the top scorer on the opposing side.

When he saw the name Old Kui, he widened his eyes.

"Wait, brothers, is this Old Kui the same Old Kui I know?"

Wang Ye said, feeling somewhat incredulous.

At this moment, the comments in the livestream room were all flooding with "Yes".

"Good heavens, it really is him, how did he get that million-plus score?"

Wang Ye looked at Old Kui's score, then glanced at his own score, which was only a quarter of Old Kui's.

He found it hard to imagine how this score was achieved.

The top ten on the opposite side combined only equaled the first place's score.

"What? Anti-aircraft gun leveled horizontally?"

"He played that? No wonder the score was so high?"

"What, and he also taught the Magnetic Mine charge?"

Wang Ye was stunned upon hearing these things.

Losing like this was truly not unfair.

However, he still felt a bit depressed.

"Sigh, brothers, if it weren't for our side's Pilots being too trash, our offensive side would have had a pretty good chance of winning."

"This game, apart from the start, I haven't seen any other planes besides mine since then."

"It's too hard to bear..."