193: Chapter 193 The Tragedy of a Simple Life
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, you have to win this round, you can't lose!"
"That's right, if you lose, watch out, we'll send you razor blades."
"Don't let the Little Devils get too arrogant, the advantage is on our side this time."
Looking at the comments in the livestream room, Wang Ye took a deep breath.
Even if the audience didn't say it, he knew clearly that he absolutely could not lose this round.
Not to mention how much they hated Japan, just the fact that they had been playing for a week—if they still couldn't beat this group of fresh Japan players, it would be a huge embarrassment.
As soon as he entered the game, he chose Pilot.
Charging on the ground wasn't his strong suit; flying planes was.
As the game countdown ended, the Chinese players on the attacking side immediately began their landing.
They didn't rush to start the charge, but instead stopped near the seaside first.
Waiting for the air bombardment.
After a round of aerial bombardment, the naval guns fired in unison.
The Japan players on the mountain hadn't even reacted before they were blasted into a daze.
Some were even redeployed in a complete daze.
On the beachhead, a player shouted loudly.
"Everyone, don't attack blindly."
"Follow the tanks, coordinate infantry and tanks, and don't let the Little Devils' suicide infantry get close to the tanks."
"Flamethrower Soldiers, don't rush in, you go last."
This player began to command.
When the other players heard his words, they nodded one after another.
There was nothing wrong with what he said; in this mode, individual bravery wasn't the most important thing.
On the contrary, teamwork was what mattered most.
If there was a commander, the chances of winning would be even higher.
Of course, that was on the condition that the commander was reliable; if the commander was incompetent...
It was very likely that they would forfeit the victory of the match.
Normally, someone might question this commander, but since the opponents were Japan players...
Special circumstances called for special measures.
Infighting at this time definitely wouldn't do, so it was better to trust this commander.
Following a wave of aerial bombardment, the tanks immediately moved out.
To prevent the tanks from getting stuck in the beach sand, the infantry took the initiative to run in front and compact the sand, striving to let the tanks move faster.
At this moment, after Wang Ye flew his plane back to resupply, he immediately flew back.
The other players piloting planes did the same, returning immediately after a bombing run to resupply bombs.
The Japan players on the other side had just reacted, only to hear the roar of aircraft engines from the sky again.
They had just clearly seen the Chinese players below following behind the tanks with guns, continuously attacking upwards, but the next moment, the smoke and dust kicked up by the explosions obscured their vision once again.
These two waves of bombing left them completely bewildered.
As arrogant as they were at the start of the game, that's how clueless they were now.
Some Japan players wanted to rush out, but as soon as they did, they were riddled with bullets.
The planes in the sky didn't all leave; instead, they circled in the air to patrol for enemies on the ground.
Once they saw Little Devils appearing on the ground, they would immediately dive and strafe them.
The machine guns equipped on the fighter planes they were flying had very large calibers; if a single bullet hit someone, it would at the very least result in death, or at worst, leave them torn to pieces.
At this moment, in the Little Devils' positions on Mount Suribachi, these Japan players only dared to huddle in the tunnels, not daring to go out at all.
"Baka, are these Chinese people cheating? Why is it that as soon as I go out, they can hit me?"
"Me too, I was already hiding in a pit, and that group of Chinese Pilots could still find me."
Two Japan players hid deep in the tunnel, not daring to go out.
The shadow of their recent death made them not want to experience it again.
Because the pain was 100% realistic.
They even thought they were actually going to die.
On the mountain, the attacking Chinese players reached the top very smoothly.
They basically didn't encounter any strong resistance.
Although this was bullying this group of Japan players who were still newbies.
But even if these Japan players were allowed to play for a while longer, they wouldn't be afraid at all.
As the tanks went up the mountain, the Flamethrower Soldiers behind arrived as well.
They held flamethrowers and proceeded to clear out the tunnels one by one with fire.
Some Japan players crouched at the tunnel entrances, preparing to ambush the Chinese players coming in from outside.
But they didn't wait for the Chinese players; instead, they were met with raging flames.
Before they could even react, they were burned alive into charcoal.
There were other Japan players behind them who witnessed this scene, and terrified, they hurriedly ran deeper into the tunnels.
At this time, the attacking players were not in a rush, but were advancing step by step.
Now, as long as they played steadily, they would definitely win this round.
Wang Ye flew his plane in the sky, looking for opportunities.
But after circling for a long time, he found that not a single Japan player came out.
"Damn, brothers, I was careless."
"I shouldn't have chosen to Pilot a plane this round; I overestimated these Japan players."
"The guys on the ground have actually beaten this group of Japan players so badly that they don't even dare to come out."
Wang Ye was a bit dumbfounded.
Aside from the initial bombardment and the few kills from strafing earlier.
He hadn't gotten another kill since.
Looking at his ranking at the bottom of the scoreboard, Wang Ye felt like crying but had no tears.
"Brother Wang, this won't work, there's simply no room for you Pilots to perform in this game."
"Right, Brother Wang, you should have chosen a tank."
"It seems Brother Wang can only coast this game; there are simply no Japan players for Brother Wang to fight."
Seeing the comments saying this, Wang Ye could only fly his plane around in the sky.
Just like that, he watched the Japan score go down lower and lower.
On the ground, several tanks formed a convoy.
A group of infantry followed behind, and as soon as any Japan player rushed out carrying a Magnetic Mine, they would immediately open fire.
Now these Japan players had completely gone mad.
Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well rush out with a Magnetic Mine and commit suicide.
With the Japan players playing like this, it immediately put the greatest amount of pressure on the attacking players.
It was easy before, but now the pressure had suddenly spiked.
However, although the pressure was great, once they held their ground, the game would be won.
Because with these Japan players playing like this, their score was dropping rapidly.
There were quite a few more rational Japan players who also noticed that the score was dropping rapidly.
They wanted to persuade those teammates who were running out to their deaths to stop, but these Japan players, who were already blinded by rage, could no longer listen.
They continued to rush out with Magnetic Mines as usual.
This game eventually lasted for two and a half hours, and then the game ended.
Wang Ye wandered around for the whole game, basically having nothing to do.
Looking at the final points added, it was decent.
After all, it was the first compensation round.
Newbies are all like this.
"Haha, brothers, we won the last round, now you can rest easy."
Wang Ye looked at the comments, and the comments were unusually calm.
Because this round had been determined from the very beginning.
Afterward, Wang Ye started matchmaking again.
As a result, when he clearly saw the national flag of the opposing players, his eyes widened again.
"Damn, no way, brothers, what is this situation? Two rounds in a row and the opponents are both Japan?"