I Developed Call Of Duty And Was Hunted Down By Players All Over The World

132. Forward To Victory! Ulla! !

From a practical point of view, there is no one better suited for this task than Andre.

The wounded, the veteran, the brave.

Know how to survive longer in the most dangerous situations.

Also know when is the best time, without letting others lead.

Most importantly, he has the power of faith.

This is not something like God or Buddha.

It is also invisible and intangible, but it is more real than those.

With this belief, death is really just the most inconspicuous thing.

The word is comrade.

Players like Sister A eggplant~ cannot understand this kind of thing.

They're just superficially trying to keep their favorite characters alive.

On the 141 side, they would have preferred to see Price Soap Ghost - a good death.

At least hope that after the war, they can get a good end.

This is a kind of feeling that players have for their favorite characters, or a little bit of fetters.

But this is far from the height of faith.

Every game may really exist in the real world in a corner of the vast universe.

So to these people that exist in the game world.

If they knew somewhere, there was a large group of people who sincerely hoped they would survive.

Even going deeper, accepting their inheritance.

Then they should also be proud and gratified.

"This is an order, execute the order."

"Artyom! Get them out of here."

Artyom is a second lieutenant, the platoon leader of this unit, and his official rank is one level lower than Andre's.

He's younger and more aggressive.

Similarly, he is also a brave fighter, and he is also qualified to command these players.

Artyom pursed his lips when he heard the order, and took a deep look at Andre.

"yes.

Without hesitation, Artyom saluted Andre solemnly, then turned to look at the others.

He has a vicious look on his face and looks more...

How should I put it, anyway, he is the kind of person who can't be messed with.

But his eyes can't scare the players like Dai Xiaomei.

They didn't really go through military training.

So there is no understanding of such things as military orders.

Then at this moment, for the first time, the player felt that he wanted to kill Ye Yu, a dog thief.

All of them were taken aback, realizing that they had lost control over their characters.

No matter how he moves, the character he plays just takes a deep look at Andre for the last time.

Then they saluted and left like a real soldier.

Sister A was so angry that she was so angry that she took off her helmet and slammed it on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

Sister Zhou reacted a little slower, thinking that there was a problem with her own equipment, she unplugged and reconnected the wire in a panic.

The Demon King is the one who can't accept it the most.

Andre was injured because of her, although logically speaking, it didn't have much to do with her.

But she still couldn't accept it, and knelt on the ground, took off her helmet and sobbed, covering her face.

Knowing that Andre was going to be left alone, Eggplant panicked and almost jumped off the ship.

The troops left on foot or in cars, and Andre stood above the smoky trenches.

He took a deep breath, stood up straight, and then raised his hands in a standard salute.

"It's an honor to fight with you."

"Davarish, my comrade, march to victory.

A few light words reached Sister A and the others' ears, making one feel like a dream.

A sister finally put on the helmet, she is still sad and angry.

So try to convert this power into bullets, all tilted on the enemy's head.

At this time, they left resolutely.

The player's perspective shifts to Andre.

This is even more cruel, but I have to endure it.

Ten thirty.

Andre bowed his head and picked up a dirty AK47 from the ground.

He moved gently like a girl, and gently brushed the dirt off the body of the gun with his rough hands.

Artyom left him an anti-aircraft vehicle with a tablet-sized device in it.

At 11 o'clock sharp, the rear fleet will fire short-range smoke bombs to cover this area on time.

So now he still has some time to drive the air defense force alone to a place where he won't be easily found.

Long Beach is a sandy beach, about four or five hundred meters ahead is the embankment.

He had to judge which direction the enemy would gather, and the most important thing was to find the enemy's central command.

Others really can't do this, and sometimes they can't even tell the direction if there is no map mark.

Moreover, for such an extremely important thing as the headquarters, the enemy will definitely try to deal with it in a low-key manner.

This is the rule, the enemy's senior generals in the frontline theater, command vehicles and other things.

It is necessary to remove the military rank, and it is best to make it impossible to distinguish when thrown in a crowd.

Or some people, would like to hold a pipe or something.

That's completely dead, or extremely confident in the security of the theater.

The reason why we dared to do this during World War II was that there were no advanced aerial reconnaissance methods at that time.

Now, satellites are accurate enough to see license plates on the ground.

The satellite locks the approximate position, and the drone flies over for a second confirmation.

If Zhang Yang is still like this, the commander will get off the car with his front foot, and the missile will hit him with his back foot.

It's not that the countrymen have never done this, or that basically all major countries have such abilities.

So now, Andre is extremely proud.

He has this opportunity to destroy the opponent's command with his own hands.

The Tunguska anti-aircraft missile vehicle generally requires four people to coordinate operation.

But now Andre is alone, so he can only drive to the hideout by himself.

The enemy won't find it unless the radar on the car is turned on.

But as long as it is turned on for one second, the enemy detection radar can lock on the laser in less than one second.

Anyway, when the time comes, either the bullet rain above the head will be covered first, or the enemy will be surrounded.

Andre is not going to surrender or be captured alive.

Driving over the embankment, Andre found this small place quite beautiful.

At a glance, he saw a pharmacy and a pizza delivery shop.

The abdominal wound opened again when the car was shaken, and the blood seeped through the gauze and stained it red.

But Andre still chooses to go left, he wants to try his luck at the pizza shop.

The anti-aircraft vehicle rumbled across the ground, and when he jumped off the vehicle, the strong two-meter man fell to the ground.

The position of the abdomen and legs is the most annoying, and the wound will be torn with a little movement.

Andre was almost throbbing in pain.

In front of the soldiers, he wanted to show his steely appearance and give them confidence.

But when he was alone, the big man curled up on the ground and called his mother, then took out the unused tube of morphine from his pocket and injected it into himself.

After lying down for a full two minutes, Andre finally regained his strength.

But at the same time, he also realized that something was wrong.

When the ear is attached to the ground, it can catch a slight tremor.

This meant that the enemy's armor was approaching and he was running out of time.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Andre was delighted to find that the door of the pizzeria was unlocked.

Pushing the door open and going in, there was a jingle, and he looked around, a smile appeared on his pain-white face.

Behind the dining bar, there are some wines in glass cases.

…… Ask for flowers………

This is exactly what he needs right now.

Taking morphine and then drinking alcohol has the same effect as cephalosporin paired with wine, which is a complete courting of death.

But Andre can't care so much now.

He went into the bar, took an unopened bottle of whiskey casually, then found a small wine glass with dust on it, blew off the dust and poured the wine, and then drank it down in one gulp.

The wine fell down his throat and into his stomach, and the smell of wine rose, and Andre let out a long moan in comfort.

Afterwards, he went out with the wine bottle, and once again endured the pain and climbed back into the anti-aircraft vehicle.

There is a post office nearby, surrounded by buildings, and this is an open enough place.

So Andre felt that the enemy would definitely choose to set up a temporary camp here, at least he would choose here.

I drove into the post office and looked left and right, but there was nothing particularly good to hide.

Andre took another small sip of wine, rubbed his forehead and drove the car again, accelerated the horsepower and slammed into a wall of the post office.

After knocking down the wall several times, making it look like it was hit by a large force, Andre parked the car in the corner openly.

Then I got out of the car, took a camouflage net from the rear of the car and covered it on the roof, found some plastic paper boxes and threw them on, and then lit them to blacken.

This way, the car looks less threatening, like a destroyed vehicle.

soon.

Andre shook the bottle, saw that there was only a little bottom left in the bottle, and regretted that he didn't bring two more bottles.

The air defense vehicle was burning outside, the inside of the vehicle was extremely hot, and the wound was itchy and painful.

He is now surrounded by enemy armor.

The trick succeeded, and the enemy tanks did not take the burning vehicle as a threat.

A minute later, a large amount of smoke suddenly covered the top of the head, causing the surrounding enemy troops to panic.

Coincidentally, he really found the enemy command vehicle, which was more than 20 meters away from him.

Then, Andre looked at the time, raised his head and poured the last sip of wine, smashing the bottle to pieces.

With a click, the intercom system and air defense radar are turned on at the same time.

Then, he turned on the precision guidance instrument.

"This is Andre, the coordinates have been sent, please launch missiles here immediately.

"Missile launched!"

Almost at the same time, the magnesium car fleet overhead also just flew over here.

The smoke on the ground shrouded them so they couldn't see clearly, so they could only lower their flight altitude.

The toys on the beach successfully attract attention.

But then, the fighter plane that detected the enemy's radar quickly pulled up.

One shot, only one anti-aircraft gun came from the ground.

Didn't hurt any planes, but it was enough for them to unleash a lot of shells.

On the ground, ten seconds ago.

The moment Andre turned on, a bunch of photoelectric instruments detected the signal.

But because they were too close, they didn't react for a while.

That leaves Andre with less than ten seconds to spare.

Laughing maniacally, he climbed onto the firing turret.

The wound has completely burst, blood stained pants.

His eyes were blurred at this moment, and it was only through the spicy alcohol that he held his breath.

The timing is very ripe, and our missiles have already struck.

Now he is short of an anti-aircraft gun, as long as he can attract the attention of the enemy air force, his mission will be considered a perfect success.

Then, as he pulled the trigger, he looked out of the sight glass and saw that an Abrams had turned its muzzle and turned toward him.

But he didn't care, and he wasn't afraid at all.

With his last breath of strength, Andre shouted loudly while pulling the trigger.

"go ahead!"

"Advance by any means!"

"For victory, go forward!"

"Ulla!! On!".