"Don't stop, keep moving forward!"
Liu Pei Jia, supporting the dying Soap, could not spare any energy to look at the already exploded bullet comments.
Facing the enemy's fierce encirclement, this escape led by Price was no different from a tour of hell.
Fortunately,
The designer did not intentionally make things difficult for the player here; as long as they kept pace with Price, they would not be hit by stray bullets.
However, the reason the designer was so lenient was because—
There were giant blades here.
The path Soap walked was dyed red with blood, and as they fled, Liu Pei Jia's mood grew heavier.
With this amount of blood loss, an ordinary person would have long since collapsed.
Soap was only slightly stronger than an average person in terms of physical fitness, but he was not a superhero. Without timely and professional blood transfusions, it was almost a certain death situation.
What to do?
What to do?!
Upon entering the building, Price took over supporting Soap, while Liu Pei Jia provided cover for them.
At this moment,
The pressure instantly fell upon Liu Pei Jia. Not only did he have to anxiously clear the way for the two, but he was also at risk of dying from stray bullets, a dual pressure, both physical and psychological.
Liu Pei Jia felt suffocated by the pressure during this escape, but his sole conviction to save Soap never wavered.
Even if he himself were to die hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of times on this journey, as long as it could buy Soap even a sliver of a chance at survival, he would do so without hesitation!
"Don't stop! Keep moving forward!"
Price's roaring voice continuously urged Liu Pei Jia forward, forward, and ever forward!
Soap: "Forget about me, Price!"
His voice grew weaker.
Price retorted angrily, "No! I will get you out of here!"
As the viewers watched, tears streamed down their faces.
'Soap—'
'I can't accept this, ah! I really can't accept Soap being stabbed!'
'Soap has been supported all the way here, bleeding all the way, and he's a character controlled by the player. It's truly heartbreaking...'
'Being wanted, without logistical support, starting from scratch, it's already good enough to be alive.'
'We all knew that Soap was destined to die here, but we just couldn't accept it for a moment.'
'I liked Soap the most. I've kept my mohawk hairstyle like Soap's until now, but... but... how did he suddenly get stabbed... sob sob sob ~~~'
......
After passing the basketball court, Soap's condition worsened. He could still be supported by Price, but now he was almost being dragged by Price alone to this spot.
The enemy forces were increasing, and Price had no choice but to temporarily place Soap behind cover and, together with Liu Pei Jia, resist the surrounding enemies.
Just as they were about to be surrounded, the Czech resistance army timely appeared and helped them.
Only then did they get a moment to breathe and check Soap's injuries. The few of them worked together to place Soap on a table in a room.
Soon,
A pool of blood gathered beneath the table.
Liu Pei Jia fumbled to assist Price in saving Soap, but Price only knew basic bandaging. Wounds of this severity required professional medical personnel to handle.
The dying Soap looked at Price, his voice a mere whisper, "Price... Yuri..."
"Don't talk, Soap, rest a bit."
Price gently comforted Soap while turning his head and roaring, "Find a doctor!"
"Come on, you won't die, kid."
At this moment, Price was as helpless as a child, fumbling with Soap's injuries, but not knowing where to begin.
"Price..."
"You have to know..."
Soap struggled to lift his head, exhaled his last breath, and said, "Makarov... knows... Yuri..."
With that, he slumped down powerlessly.
"Soap?!"
"No, no, no!! Soap!! No!!"
"Soap!!!"
"No, no, no, no, no!!!" Price wailed, desperately shaking Soap's cooling body.
The sound of the erhu began, intertwining with Price's wails, adding a touch of sorrow to the already tragic scene.
"Ah!!!"
"Soap!!!"
Outside the scene, Liu Pei Jia grief-strickenly ran his hands through his hair, covering his face and weeping.
Bang bang bang!!!
The table instantly suffered a thousand points of critical damage!
"Why!!"
"Soap, who accompanied me the longest, had to be stabbed!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
Bang bang bang—!!!
Even though he knew this would be the outcome, when this moment truly arrived, his tears still flowed uncontrollably.
'nonononono!!'
'The most regrettable thing in life is the fleeting beauty of youth and the falling of blossoms from the branches. Soap MacTavish, the era of a god has finally ended!'
'Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Soap!!'
'Price's four-man squad is all that's left...'
'Farewell, my Captain MacTavish!'
'Rest in peace, brother, tears are welling up~~'
'Don't be sad, Soap, you, Ghost, and Roach are playing mahjong in heaven...'
'Damn it, f*ck!!'
......
At this moment, not a single bullet comment mocked Liu Pei Jia's severe emotional breakdown. Everyone was deeply immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves.
Soap was unlike other NPCs. To the viewers who were "cloud players," he was not just an NPC; Soap was their most trusted teammate, their closest friend. He had saved the novice Little Qiang countless times, and his diary recorded too many past experiences with the players.
If you were to talk about NPCs, Soap was more like a friend by their side. Perhaps they had no military experience, but in the mission, they had truly had an extraordinary experience, and Soap was the witness to it all.
And now, watching him bleed out, unable to do anything... shouting to save him but only able to watch him die before their eyes.
In their hearts, besides endless sorrow, there was also nostalgia for their past experiences.
"Sigh!"
A heavy sigh that transcended time echoed from the livestream. Liu Pei Jia said in a hoarse voice, "Brothers, this really hurts."
He clutched his chest. "It feels so empty here, like a piece is missing."
"I never thought a PC game could be this heartbreaking."
"Makarov!!"
Mentioning Makarov, Liu Pei Jia's eyes ignited with fierce anger. "Makarov must die today. I must give an account to the brothers who died in these two works!"
Saying this, Liu Pei Jia once again controlled Yuri and prepared to launch a counter-attack against the enemy.
However, before he could react, Price's fist, as big as a sand pot, swung towards his face.
Bang!
......
(Now, there are over two hundred requests for updates daily... I want to know how many are looking forward to Au?)
(If it's too few, I won't waste too much energy on this. If the Patriot of Arknights gets stabbed, I'll directly write about VR Sekiro, The Last of Us, Battlefield, and other games I like before finishing the million-word story.)
(Mainly, I was scolded by UT fans again today, and I couldn't help but retort. Before, when my performance was good, I had reservations. Now that it's declining, I should write more freely and wildly. And next time, if anyone scolds me, I'll retort!)
(I don't want to endure this kind of abuse for such little money. I haven't been verbally abused like this on paid platforms either. They've spoiled me!!)