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

The grenade will explode, and of course it will kill people.

The blood of the dead splashed on Sister A's face, smelling the fishy smell, Sister A shivered subconsciously for an instant.

She just lay on the ground in a daze, staring at the corpse mixed with mud stains in front of her in a daze.

At the scene, the audience who were expecting to see another big scene were all silent at the moment.

The battlefield is not very cool, and it is not always possible to start a base and then withdraw unscathed like the three people in 141 every time.

If it is a war game, players will fall in love with war after playing it, and even want to go to the battlefield to fight in person.

Then the game is a complete failure.

So Ye Yu released a certain level of the next mission in advance.

Let these excited players calm down.

in the game.

Little girl Dai was lying on the ground in a daze, this extremely impactful scene reminded her of one thing instantly.

I am just a player, and have not really experienced the battlefield.

Speaking of which, she had never even touched a real gun bullet.

As a result, fear once again covered her whole body, and now she was really the same as the tailor she played.

Overnight, from an ordinary person, he was thrown onto the battlefield with short limbs and broken arms.

When she was in a daze.

A man rushed over from the side holding a gun, his oily black face stuck in front of her.

The man stuffed the rifle in his hand to Sister A, grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her up.

Pointing to a dilapidated "building" with only a broken wall left, he shouted to her:

"They're coming, we're going to stick to this place!"

After shouting, the man pushed Sister A to the broken wall.

But in the next second, when this person was about to run to another place, a bullet fired from nowhere instantly pierced his face.

Seeing this, Sister A crouched in the corner holding the AK47 in her hand, the cold gun body and the torrential rain above her head made her tremble all over.

In front of her eyes, there was no small map like a plug-in in the upper left corner marking the mission and direction.

She didn't even know who she was playing this time, or what her name was.

I was stupefied for a while, listening to the sound of shelling and fighting that could be heard at any time in my ears.

Sister A gradually regained her composure, murmured something subconsciously, got up by supporting the corner of the wall little by little, took off the magazine and checked the rifle herself.

Three bullets.

After playing so many missions, there are only two things that can make a player like her feel at ease.

One is to keep thirty full magazines in the gun at any time.

The second is that Price or the ghost can give him hints and can completely rely on their comrades.

But now, little girl Dai has nothing.

There were only three pitiful bullets in the gun, not enough to warm up the gun.

There are people fighting beside them, some of them are swinging machetes, some are holding stones, and some of them are holding rifles instead of hammers.

Under the rain and mud, she couldn't tell who the enemy was or who she was.

After a long time, when sister A was finally stimulated by the slap of the cold rain, she regained her senses.

She gritted her teeth and stood up, hiding behind the broken wall, trying to figure out her identity and the purpose of this battle.

But, the next second.

Just as she was half-kneeling and looking around behind the rotten wall bunker.

In the distance, a ray of light pierced through the shroud of rain and looked extraordinarily bright.

Immediately afterwards, a rocket flew straight at her.

boom!

After a loud noise, sister A's eyes dimmed instantly.

The tailor she played, who had a family and a family, died in such an instant and was buried under the ruins.

Then a subtitle appears on the screen:

【Andre,1983-2019】

At the same time, a narrator read:

"We were born among farmers or workers, holding steel guns and shouting to use our courage to defeat the enemy.".

"Before going on the field, we thought we were the protagonists of this war game."

"But in reality, no one is the protagonist, and it's not a fun game at all.

After the narration, Sister A's perspective quickly shifted to the front, and she became the person who just killed the tailor with a rocket bomb.

"Push! Push!"

"We must take this position before dark!"

"Rip them apart!"

Someone was shouting nearby, and Sister A blankly put down the rocket launcher in her hand, which was still full of steam.

To some extent, she seemed to have killed herself with a cannonball just now.

This kind of sudden change of identity between the enemy and us at will made the little girl feel oppressed instantly, which made her breathless.

She just watched for a long time the warm scene of the tailor's wife and children.

She thought that she was going to play a protagonist who went crazy on the battlefield and gained records.

But they didn't expect that the so-called protagonist was killed by the cannon so easily.

"Rush forward! Push forward!"

"The enemy can't stand it anymore!!"

"Hey! You! What are you doing in a daze, take a rocket to blow them up!"

Beside, a person flew to sister A, picked up the launching tube on the ground and stuffed it back into sister A's arms, shouting at her:

"The last shell, lose it!"

"Have no mercy on your enemies!"

"Kill them all!"

As she spoke, Sister A was dragged up again and pushed onto the battlefield where bullets were flying.

She didn't have any thoughts in her mind, and she took a rocket from her body and stuffed it into the barrel in a daze.

In a daze, he fired the rocket in the direction where the others were shooting.

boom!

After the shelling, dust and debris flew around, and she didn't know who was killed on the other side.

But then, there was no time for her to think.

There was a loud bang of thunder and lightning, from the side under the ruins of a corner of the wall.

A black leather tank suddenly rushed out, and the black barrel turned towards her.

A second later, there was a loud bang.

The subtitles appeared before her eyes again:

【Coleman, 1993-2019】

At the same time, another young voice narrated again:

"In the training camp, the commander taught us how to use the weapons in our hands to smash the enemy without mercy."

"However, the officer did not teach us how to maintain courage in such a hell."

"We're terrified, but I think the enemy should be too."

Immediately afterwards, the perspective changed again, moving to the gunner of the tank that had just fired.

"Advance! Keep firing! Push them back!"

"There's only one shell left! The machine gun has run out of bullets!"

"Bump it over, save the last shot and hit the enemy pile."

"Round them to death!!"

The cabin was completely dark, and sparks burst out from the broken wires and equipment.

The cabin is extremely hot, and the electronic screen controlling the turret has been broken.

The roof of the tank was lifted, and the commander poked his head out while holding the walkie-talkie, screaming to make the driver who couldn't see the road go on a rampage.

Sister A heard the screams in her ears, and then fell into a daze again.

She lay prone on a reverse viewing mirror, with one hand on the turret trigger.

Looking outside, the tank that rushed out suddenly and the shelling just now caused a heavy blow to the enemy.

"They're out of anti-tank rockets! Bullets won't pierce our armor!"

"Forward! Run them over!"

The captain yelled loudly, and the driver slammed on the accelerator and went on a rampage on the muddy road.

When facing a menacing tank, not everyone has learned the trick of climbing to the top to pry the cans.

The moment most people see a tank, there is only one thought in their mind:

escape.

In the observation mirror, the panicked enemies dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

Without any mercy, the driver slammed into the solid tank to catch up with the enemy, then knocked over and ran over them.

Sister A just stared blankly.

The scene was also eerily quiet at this time.

No one spoke, and no one whistled and cheered.

This cruel and chaotic battlefield broke all the audience's enthusiasm for war before.

On the stage, Eggplant and Da Sima are waiting for their own tasks.

Sister A didn't finish the work here, they just watched, and then regretted that they should have put on diapers.

Here, sister A was lying on the observation mirror weakly and watched everything that the tank ran over the ground.

For the first time, she felt disgusted with this game.

In other words, this is the first time she really realized what kind of game war is.

Wait a minute!"

At this time, the tank trembled suddenly, and the driver stepped on the accelerator, but the tank was stuck in a ruin and could not move.

"Damn it, the tracks are stuck!"

"Gunner! Three o'clock on the right, the enemy is rushing up!"

"Repel them with artillery fire!!"

Beside, the captain of the car shrank back into the cabin, grabbed the dazed sister A and shouted.

But Sister A didn't have any expression on her face. She put her hand on the trigger very mechanically, but she didn't press it for a long time.

"Enemy attack! Watch out for the roof!"

Shouting, a person who is not afraid of death suddenly rushed up from the side and jumped into the tank cabin, and then wrestled with the commander in the narrow cabin.

Two seconds later, this young-faced enemy, under the watchful eyes of the little girl, rang the grenade hanging on his shoulder.

【Wilhelm,2000-2019】

【*,1999-2019]

They push forward to the enemy, and we push back. "

"No one really (Qian Lihao) is winning in a war.

"Rainy night, trail of stars."

"We are all praying that the dawn of peace will rise again."

At this moment, tears welled up on Sister A's face.

Turning the angle of view again, there is no longer the sound of fighting and shelling, but only two voices of violent panting.

She controlled a warrior and got up from the muddy ground.

Sensing someone beside her, she subconsciously raised her gun and turned towards him.

The other party also raised a gun and looked at her.

The distance between the two was less than three meters, and she could clearly see each other's face.

That face is so immature, but perseverance and fear can also be seen from his face.

The two looked at each other, and both hands were on the trigger, but neither of them pulled the trigger for a long time.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Dai Xiaomei also saw a pair of disgust for war in the eyes of the other party.

 …

boom!

A plane suddenly flew through the sky, dropped the next shell, and buried both of them under the fireworks.

The screen then turns black and waits until it lights up again.

In the desert, a woman riding a war horse and holding a long knife swooped down from the sand dunes.

In the city, a young painter broke off his paintbrush, picked up his rifle and kicked out the door.

In the rainforest, an old man drew a bow and arrow in his hand, squatted on the top of a tree and shot an arrow.

Gradually, the camera moves backwards, and dozens of images overlap together, projecting onto Li Jie, the dull and dazed eyes of the little girl.

"Hey, don't be dazed, we are going to war.".