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America player Chen Bingnan leaned on a simple bunker, loaded with bullets, and was ready for battle.

In the north of the stronghold, Mexican players are the first to approach the battlefield.

Here, dozens of American players waved their hands and shouted: Hurry up, hurry up! Go straight to the west! There is a shortage of people over there!

[Santos] poked his head out of the side window on the box-type personnel carrier at the front of the Mexican player, and responded in Spanish while beckoning:

What are you talking about? Louder, I can't hear you!

——The situation in the Americas is special. Except for Brazil, which speaks Portuguese, the rest basically speak Spanish.

The American player is anxious: West side! West side! The defense line over there needs you!

What did you say--

West!! Side!!

The distance between the two sides has been shortened to 100 meters.

Oh!! You said the west side? What happened to the west side? Santos shouted.

There are enemies coming from the west!

An enemy? Where is it!?

West! Players from the Middle East are calling!

Someone is calling from the west? Who is it?

People from the Middle East!

Middle East? What happened to the people in the Middle East?

The car has been driven to within 10 meters.

America players are furious! He felt that he was being played: Are you fucking kidding me?!

The car stopped beside him.

The black barrel of the gun protruded from the car window and pressed against his forehead.

Santos grinned: Bingo! (correct answer)

boom!

The American player's head was bleeding, and he fell powerlessly on his back, and his body turned into little streamers.

What are you doing?!

Another America player's eyes widened in shock.

The next moment, the Mexican player answered him with practical actions——

A gun protruded from the windows on both sides of the personnel carrier, and began to shoot indiscriminately at dozens of unsuspecting American players who were close at hand!

The intensive firepower sent more than 20 people to meet their founding president in an instant.

The rest of the dozen or so people turned pale with fright, and shouted in panic while hiding:

What are you doing?!

Aren't we allies?

Notify the army!

Despicable and shameless!

...

Bang bang bang! Santos responded loudly while cooperating with his teammates to clean up the remnants——

Thank you for the compliment!

Fuck you!! the American player was furious.

Tutu, chug... The heavy machine guns of his teammates fired wildly, covering up all the sounds.

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets sieved the remaining American players, along with their bunkers!

Hmph, you and your bunker are very funny.

After the teammate finished speaking, he carried the heavy machine gun and got into the car again. While walking, he did not forget to urge Santos: Don't dawdle, hurry up! Hurry up! My big gun is already hungry and thirsty!

You better say the one on the shoulder... Santos boarded the co-pilot.

The personnel carrier moved again, heading straight towards the large army of American players.

At the same time, on both sides of the vehicle, the running teammates had already followed up, all of them looked joyful and enthusiastic, and couldn't wait to send all the ammunition to the opponent in front.

...

Compared to their ecstasy, the American players were a little confused:

What the hell? Allies become opponents, 2000 vs 2000, 1000 vs 3000?

One hit three?

Fuck! How to fight this?!

...

Eika once again felt what it means to be human, heart, sinister and evil!

How do you fight when you are attacked from three sides?

Strategic shift?

Turn a fart, everyone is on your face, now transferring is tantamount to escaping, the formation is scattered, and you can only be chased and killed by people!

A few commanders were still hesitating, but Santos and the others appeared in front of them—this stronghold is really small, and they can drive back and forth in minutes.

The next moment, the firepower was fully fired, and bullets rained like rain!

America players strike back immediately!

But their bunkers are all facing outwards, and the Iraqi players outside have already overwhelmed the border, and have even entered the shooting range. The snipers have started to kill accurately, and it is impossible to turn over to the other side of the bunker, which caused them huge losses.

Of course, correspondingly, the losses of Mexican players are not small.

Compared with the average quality, American players are still higher than Mexican players, but their network conditions are too far behind, and the formation is not right, so they can only fight bad battles.

Moreover, after the Iraqi and Syrian players saw the chaos in America's position, all their vigilance was forgotten, and they directly launched a desperate charge!

Because of the containment of the Mexican players, the American players could only watch helplessly as this group of people rushed to their side without thinking, and the imaginary heavy machine gun sniping never happened.

After pulling them all to this distance, the only thing left is not to die!

Eika watched desperately as a large piece of death light effect lit up in the battlefield, and the number of surviving players became less and less...

until--

[T3 Theater - America, has withdrawn from the battlefield]

The system broadcast resounded throughout the audience.

The American players achieved their pre-match goal of being in the top three!

——It’s just the same as the manga thorn, it’s also the last one.

...

The destruction of the American players does not mean the end of the battle.

After the common enemy was resolved, the Middle East Players Alliance began to strangle Mexico!

The Mexican players who suffered heavy losses did not mean to back down, and refused to back down.

The Middle East Players Alliance couldn't figure out why, but this didn't prevent them from going all out and trying to kick Mexico out of the battlefield.

But soon, another thousand-man team appeared behind them, which was——

The Brazilian players around the back!

When Santos and the others were preparing to intimidate the American players, they hadn't contacted the Middle Eastern players. The Brazilian players who circled behind were the real backers!

However, the hatred of the players in the Middle East was too violent, and the action was too strong. Brazil was stopped by Colombia on the road, which led to the fact that when Brazil entered the field, America was gone.

But it happened to catch up with the second game.

So——

The Middle East Players League, fight against the True American League!

The entire [173-64] stronghold is in chaos.

*

A little while earlier, when the Middle Eastern players and Mexican players were still close and working together to kill America, the Finnish players also ushered in their opponents.

There are enemies coming!! West! Gather and prepare for battle!

At the highest point of the town, Virtanen, holding a binoculars, used the loudest voice to warn his comrades.

The Finnish players immediately acted upon hearing the news, and only two teams were left in the other lines of defense for early warning, and the rest went west to support.

When they arrived at the position, the French players were already visible to the naked eye.

Are these French? They run so fast! Virtanen stared at the fast-approaching French players with his binoculars, and couldn't help but sigh, So eager to hit us?

In the French player's team, Turner vigorously waved towards the Finnish player's position:

Don't do it! We don't want to fight!

Cooperation! Alliance!

While shouting, he also signaled his teammates: Don't shoot first! Don't fight!

boom!

Gunshots that were much duller than ordinary guns exploded in the air.

Turner fell to the ground.

The commander dares to jump like this? The sniper teammate next to Virtanen complained, Do you really think we don't have snipers?

Turner was shot and fell to the ground, but the shot was not fatal to the chest.

He struggled to get up, and there was a huge size 48 shoe print on his face.

Bah! He spat and was about to shout again.

but--

Tut, chug, chug...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Finnish players, fire!

Seeing the bullets being fired head-on, the French player reflexively raised his gun to fight back.

The battle becomes fierce in an instant!

I knew it, they must have come to attack us! A player on the Finnish front line said while shooting, You still want to trick us into not doing it? Waiting for you to come and fight?!

Fuck! Turner raged, I'm fucking with you!

Instead of going forward, he went against the flow of people and rushed towards the Daxia players behind the team.

Due to the terrain, when he ran to the end of the team, it happened that the last group of French players also entered Virtanen's field of vision.

So Virtanen saw: a French player rushed out of the team, instead of rushing to the front line, he wanted to retreat from the rear.

Deserter? He subconsciously muttered.

But the next moment, Virtanen saw that with a loud boom, the French player was hit head-on by a tank gun!

The soil and dust were blown up several meters high!

When the dust settled, there was not even ash left of the deserter.

Water!

Virtanen was shocked!

He immediately passed this message to the team channel:

There is a supervisor team on the opposite side! I just saw a retreating deserter being shot by a tank!

Unsurprisingly, the teammates immediately fried the pot:

This is too fucking ruthless! The virtual battlefield also needs to have a supervising team?!

Cannonball?!

It's true!

You are not afraid of death! You are not afraid of death!

Are the French so bloody?!

Today, I admire the French!

...

Outside the battlefield, audiences all over the world laughed their heads off.

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