"Designer: Are you asking me to do something?"
"RPGs are for taxis, helicopters are useless."
"Hind: Come bite me!"
"The PDD next door hit, but it's useless, it won't crash."
...
"Are you kidding me?"
Grigori's voice kept telling him to pick up an RPG and shoot down the helicopter. Liu Peiqie was amused to the point of laughter, "This won't work at all."
"Are you all messing with me?"
He emptied the last magazine and was left with only his handgun.
Out of ammunition and supplies, there was nothing else to do.
But he still insisted on shooting down the helicopter with a pistol... it felt weird.
Price: "The Hind helicopter flew away!"
Gates: "Must be out of ammo! That's great!"
Grigori: "Not kidding—he's about to blow up that bridge."
Before Liu Peiqie could celebrate, he looked up and saw the Hind helicopter, after circling around, launching a fierce attack on the river bridge ahead.
Boom, boom, boom!!
The earth-shattering roar spread for kilometers, and cars on the bridge were blown tens of feet into the air.
At the same time,
The bridge deck began to tilt severely. The truck Liu Peiqie was on sped forward precariously, his view shaking violently.
"Oh, no!"
"Quick, stop that truck ahead!"
In the panic, someone shouted, accompanied by the screeching of tires locking up and grinding against the bridge surface.
The chain reaction followed.
Rumble!!
The violent collision instantly plunged Liu Peiqie's vision into darkness, leaving him with a bewildered expression before the black screen.
After two seconds, the sound of rustling gravel falling reached his ears.
The picture began to dimly reveal a sliver of light. The first thing he saw was a sky filled with dust and smoke, then his own hands, propped up on the ground from a first-person perspective, and the bright red bloodstains on the ground after he pushed himself up.
"The bridge won't hold, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Price's urgent shouts echoed in his ears.
Simultaneously, the severe tinnitus plunged him deep into the storyline, unable to extricate himself.
In the game,
MacTavish struggled to prop himself up. Everything he saw was in ruins; the bridge deck was broken, exposing rusted steel bars like ferocious beasts.
Cars in the distance were still burning fiercely, and debris was constantly falling from the broken edges. The bridge surface beneath his feet kept sinking, the situation reaching its most critical point.
Liu Peiqie struggled to move forward slowly on the bumpy bridge surface, needing to follow his teammates to the other side.
Ahead, Price was also not doing well, limping forward with effort, shouting, "The bridge is going to collapse! Get out of here quickly!"
He was the only respectable captain.
It took them a full two minutes to cross a mere twenty meters of bridge.
Ahead, Gates, who had arrived first, was taking cover behind the wreckage of a car, calling for support: "Control, this is B-5! We are on the road bridge at map coordinates 244352 and are under heavy attack! Requesting attack helicopter support, over!"
Further away, enemy trucks were slowly encircling them.
The surviving teammates were taking cover behind vehicles, fighting fiercely, but it seemed they couldn't hold out much longer.
At this moment, a message came from command: "Requesting, B-5, government forces in this area may be able to assist, but we cannot confirm."
"Damn it!"
Liu Peiqie cursed. In this current crisis, they could only rely on themselves.
"Useless scum!!"
Gates cursed more fiercely than Liu Peiqie, and his firepower was also more intense.
Enemies were continuously reinforcing, descending from helicopters and arriving in trucks.
"Gates, give me a status report on those helicopters!" Price yelled.
"Captain Price! We have to rely on ourselves, sir!"
Gates' voice was not coming through the earpiece, indicating how agitated he was.
Just as a shadow of despair fell upon everyone, preparing for a desperate struggle, movement came through the earpiece!
Sergeant Kamarov: "B Team, this is Sergeant Kamarov, I know you and your people need assistance."
"It's damn good to hear you, brother!"
This was the best news for the almost desperate Gates.
"Stand by, we're almost there, ETA three minutes, Kamarov out." Kamarov gave everyone hope.
The morale of everyone fighting surged, and even Liu Peiqie began to step out fearlessly to exchange fire with the enemy.
He wasn't afraid of death, as long as his actions could save more teammates.
However, no one noticed that a helicopter was stealthily approaching during the call.
As Liu Peiqie was engaged in intense combat, the bullet screen suddenly flooded with 'Danger, danger, danger!'.
Bang, bang!!
Two shells came from a dark corner, targeting Price's squad at the bridgehead.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
Before his vision went black, Liu Peiqie could only hear the roaring explosion of the shells, so piercing, so fatal.
Did I die?
Sitting stunned before the computer, Liu Peiqie watched the black screen again, a thought flashing through his mind.
Probably not,
After all, I'll respawn. If there's no epitaph, I'm not dead.
Indeed,
As soon as he opened his eyes again, Grigori's grim face occupied a large portion of the screen. He pulled Liu Peiqie behind the wreckage of a car with one hand, using it as cover, while with the other, he fired his pistol at the approaching enemies.
Grigori!
You are—my—God!!
Liu Peiqie clenched his fists tightly, shouting wildly in his heart.
After pulling Liu Peiqie's entire body behind the cover, Grigori took out his submachine gun, knelt on one knee, and continuously sprayed bullets at the charging enemies, providing cover for Liu Peiqie and the others.
Even now, Liu Peiqie's vision was still hazy, sounds seemed to reach his ears with ripples, and the scenery before him was blurred with details, like a slow-motion replay.
Bang—!
At this moment, a particularly clear gunshot pierced through Liu Peiqie's hazy world and struck his heart fiercely. He shivered involuntarily.
Then he clearly saw Grigori, who was providing cover, hit in the forehead by a stray bullet with a clear trajectory. Bright red blood splattered from the back of his head. In a daze, he seemed to feel a warmth spread across his cheek.
!!!!
His arms, clenched into fists, trembled constantly. Liu Peiqie gritted his teeth tightly, but no sound came out. His serious expression and reddened eyes showed that his inner turmoil was far from calm.
Stimulated, the old MacTavish's emotions fluctuated violently. He tried to struggle to get up, but it seemed to aggravate his wound, and he slumped back to the ground heavily.
His view immediately shifted to Price's side. He too had been affected by the shells and was struggling to prop himself up again and again.
"You old bastard..."
"Captain Price..."
Then, MacTavish tried to turn his head again, his view focusing on the front line. Several teammates who had received direct hits from the shells were injured and struggling to rise...
Suddenly!
Liu Peiqie's pupils contracted sharply!
The bald guy... Zakhaev!!
At this moment, Zakhaev appeared no different from the Grim Reaper in his eyes. In fact, what Zakhaev was doing was more cruel than the Grim Reaper.
He was sweeping the battlefield, executing surviving teammates.
Then,
He saw the scene he most wished to avoid...
Gates!!!
He shouted in his heart. Gates, wearing a black baseball cap, propped himself up with one arm. Behind him, Zakhaev, like the Grim Reaper, casually passed by Gates, holding a pistol in one hand.
As if taking a stroll...
Bang—!!
As if casually swatting a stray dog by the roadside, he killed Gates with a single shot without even looking!
The bullet penetrated the baseball cap instantly.
The entire scene erupted in chaos!!!
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