The enemy plane's crash injured the captain, forcing Liu Peijia to carry him forward.
Fortunately,
The captain, though wounded in the leg, was not useless. Aside from being unable to move, he could still shoot, becoming Liu Peijia's mobile turret.
After repeatedly setting him down and picking him up, enduring over ten deaths and rebirths, Liu Peijia finally reached the rendezvous point.
After defending against the last wave of heavily attacking enemies at the rendezvous point, the support team finally arrived.
Price took the captain and successfully left the area.
Standing in the tail compartment, watching the scenery recede, Liu Peijia's emotions were a mix of awe at the thrilling intensity of this mission and a lingering sense of dread.
The final escape had been truly agonizing, a genuine "one against a hundred" scenario. As for Captain MacMillan, he was merely a semi-mobile turret, offering limited assistance.
More often than not, it was up to the player.
Time returned to the present, eight hours after Al-Asad's death.
The horizon was already showing the first light of dawn, and the helicopter meant to extract them would arrive in at least another half hour.
However, in reality, Zakhaev would not give them this time. He had mobilized a large number of extremists to surround them.
Price re-formulated the plan: plant bombs outside the defense line and hold the farm extraction point.
Price: "Ignore the nonsense. Their resistance is futile. Spread out and provide cover for the southern entrance."
SAS: "Sir, they are slowly advancing from the mountains. Just give the order."
Price: "Execute."
With Liu Peijia now in control of Soap's body, numerous members' voices immediately buzzed in his ear via radio. Hearing the combat command, Liu Peijia raised his rifle without hesitation.
Rat-tat-tat-tat—
The crimson tracers swept densely through the mass of enemies, erupting into clouds of bloody mist!
One man guarding each pass, a terrifying display of power!
"Ahhh!"
"No!!"
"It hurts!"
Screams erupted from below.
"Hahaha!"
"This is awesome!"
"So satisfying!"
In contrast, Liu Peijia, with his weapons blazing, was thoroughly enjoying himself. After the frustrating experience with the dual sniper rifles, the designer of the reward mode was never stingy.
Suffering agonizing pain during the ordeal.
And then, when the torment was over, experiencing the exhilaration!
This was the philosophy Lingjing had always adhered to since the game's creation. They truly lived up to their word.
Liu Peijia fought with abandon for several minutes, his fingers calloused from continuously pulling the trigger.
Just then,
A teammate shouted, "We've got trouble! Look up!"
He followed their gaze upward. Two helicopters had appeared at some point.
"Damn it, there are a lot of helicopters!" a teammate's voice crackled with anxiety in his earpiece.
"Helicopters?"
Liu Peijia rolled up his sleeves and said nonchalantly, "I've taken down at least eight, if not ten, helicopters before. Why would I be afraid?"
With that, he squeezed the trigger.
Target: Helicopters!
Pew-pew-pew—
The Gatling gun unleashed a dense web of crossfire, engulfing the helicopters. Two seconds later, they exploded!
Having dealt with these few helicopters, the ash from Liu Peijia's cigarette had not even fallen.
He narrowed his eyes and mockingly declared with a calm demeanor, "Is that all? Is that it?"
"I haven't even used my full strength yet."
"Soap, return to the residential area and detonate the bombs!"
As the saying goes, pride comes before a fall. Price quickly issued new orders, "The rest of you hold them at the next defensive line. Everyone, move out."
Gates: "Soap! Get off the machine gun! Retreat!"
Without his teammates providing a solid rear guard, Liu Peijia was immediately hit twice, his screen instantly turning red.
"That hurts!"
Daring not to delay any further, Liu Peijia decisively jumped out of the machine gun position. With the obstruction gone, the enemies soon advanced up the mountain.
The team members utilized the pre-arranged bombs and the machine guns from the crashed helicopters to fight back against the enemy forces.
However, the enemy numbers were too great.
The team members were forced to fight and retreat, facing familiar small wooden houses and enemies outnumbering them severalfold.
This familiar sense of déjà vu...
Thinking of this, Liu Peijia shivered involuntarily, "Damn Lingjing, damn old thief, are you going to pull out the knives again?"
Saying that,
He reviewed familiar faces in his mind over and over, predicting who might be axed.
Price?
No, no, no. The nickname "Old Undying" wasn't given for nothing.
Gates?
Liu Peijia's heart skipped a beat.
Gates... Gates actually has a high chance of being axed.
Because Gates is nowhere to be seen in another work...
But Gates... how should I put it.
Liu Peijia gazed at Gates, who was repelling enemies beside him, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.
In "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare," Gates' presence wasn't as prominent as Price's.
However, the impression he left on Liu Peijia was profound.
Especially when he first entered the game and was in despair at the bottom of the ship, that touch of deep blue became a beacon of light in his life.
Later, whether it was pulling him onto the plane or quietly taking care of him during combat, it all left a deep impression.
If Gates were to be killed now, Liu Peijia felt he would be sad for a long time.
"You bastard!"
"Don't you dare do this!"
...
(With fewer people around, a little cuteness won't hurt, right?)
(づ￣3￣)づ╭❤～