"Uh..." Yu Yang had ten thousand MMPs speeding past in his heart. There was only one broad road from the camp, but he could still drive the wrong way. There were no roads in the world, but after Yu Yang's tank drove past, there were new ones.
road.
"Okay, let's go back. I've cleared out the Iraqis here. I just killed two Iraqi soldiers operating RPGs!"
Yu Yang touched his head and found a relatively reliable reason, at least a reason that could convince him. Yu Yang would never admit that he had no idea how he drove here.
Three people got into the tank, a driver, a gunner and an observer. Yu Yang stepped away from his position: "Didn't you say there should be a group of four? Why is there one person missing?"
"Our commander couldn't run. He was almost forty years old, so he went to other vehicles and handed the tank to us. Yu, now you are our commander. I think if you were an armored soldier back then,
, maybe your tank is the ace tank, was it your first time to fire a gun just now?"
"Yes, but what does the commander need to do? I think it's better for me to be my infantry, and forget about the tank!"
"You don't have to do anything. You can hit wherever you say. This is your position. There is also a machine gun here for the commander's exclusive use. There is also a freezer here with watermelon and Coke in it. Let's have a drink!
"
After Tevez finished speaking, he took out a can of Coke and threw it to Yu Yang. Yu Yang looked at the small refrigerator behind him curiously. Eating watermelon with the air conditioner blowing on in the tank was already too much, but he didn't expect that there was still such a thing here.
There is ice cold Coke.
"Teves, if you dare to touch the rum in my refrigerator, I will let you clean the tank alone for a month!" At this time, a strange voice sounded in the headset, and Yu Yang lowered his head and looked at the small refrigerator.
, there is a bottle of rum on the bottom floor. You can tell from the bottle that it is not an ordinary product.
"Boss, you are overthinking. We don't dare drink on the battlefield. Okay, I admit that I really want to drink your rum, but now is obviously not the time!"
Tevez accelerated while talking, and finally the tank savagely crashed into a wall and drove on a narrow roadside. After about a minute, it finally returned to the battlefield.
Compared with the position where Yu Yang wandered just now, there are actually a lot of Iraqis here. They are retreating and resisting, but in the end the Iraqis can't run two tracks with their legs, and they have been chased by the Americans. The two sides are fighting
Fierce firefight.
These Iraqi soldiers are now in a mess. Some want to fight, and some want to retreat. Those who want to fight block the retreating way, and the retreating people block the guns of those who want to fight.
Suddenly the roar of an engine came from the edge of the Iraqi position, and then several Iraqis near the wall felt the vibrations on the ground. The Iraqi soldiers immediately reacted that there was a tank next to them, and immediately got up and wanted to escape. But at this time, the M1A1
The tank's gun barrel first pushed out from the top of the wall, smashing through the low earth wall like a tortoise.
"Oh yeah! We're back, hahaha, damn Iraqis, let's have a taste of the power of your uncle Tevez's artillery fire!" The driver yelled loudly, and then made a beautiful drifting tail, and the tank came directly over.
.
Yu Yang and the other two men controlled the tank's machine gun and began to wildly harvest the lives of the Iraqis in front of them. The sudden appearance of the tank shocked the Iraqis, especially because the machine gun on the tank was ruthlessly harvesting the Iraqis.
After losing their lives, these Iraqi soldiers began to surrender.
"003,004, I'll leave this place to you. I'm going to continue chasing the Iraqis. I, Tevez, don't want to be taken prisoner!"
After getting rid of the resisting Iraqis, Tevez immediately changed direction and continued to rush towards another fighting area. Yu Yang sat in the tank and swayed around, finally understanding the difference between him and others in driving a tank.
Completely one day at a time.
The farther they go, the weaker the Iraqi resistance becomes. They have completely left their backs to the Americans who are still pursuing Yu Yang. There are countless bullet casings scattered at Yu Yang's feet. Anyway, now Yu Yang's kill count has arrived.
A very terrifying number, it has reached approximately more than 700 people, and there are still more than 200 left to kill a thousand people.
Yu Yang was harvesting the lives of Iraqis unscrupulously, and Okamoto Sakata was also shooting Iraqis continuously from behind a bunker. He got a suppressor from somewhere and hid in a building on the edge of the road.
, shooting continuously through a small window, more than thirty Iraqis had fallen on the road in front of them.
Okamoto did not dare to shoot recklessly on the street. He usually waited for a group of Iraqis to run past him, and then started to kill some of the Iraqis who were left behind. With the help of the suppressor, the retreating Iraqis
No one realized that a deadly poisonous snake was hidden here.
However, soon no Iraqis retreated towards this road. The corpses on the ground discouraged the fleeing Iraqis. After Okamoto Sakata silently calculated the number of his kills in his mind, he got up and prepared to change places to continue hunting. It was not enough. It was far away.
It's far from enough. He only killed more than thirty people. This number is not very safe.
Okamoto did not turn on the mission reminder function. He completed two missions and only received a total of thirty war coins. One mission prompted him to spend five war coins, which made him very reluctant. Before entering the mission, Okamoto thought for a long time.
After a long time, the mission reminder was not turned on in the end, so now he has no idea how many people have survived, the number of first place kills, etc.
"It seems that I need to kill the white man named Marcelo. I hope he can kill a few more people!"
After Okamoto Sakata thought for a while, he finally got up slowly from the ground. The fastest way to accumulate enemy kills now is to kill the remaining hosts. Okamoto has no idea where the remaining surviving hosts are. The only one he can possibly find is
That's Marcelo.
"Don't let me down, big man!" Okamoto muttered to himself. After replacing the weapon with a new magazine, he stood up from the ground and walked downstairs quickly.
At this moment, two Iraqis appeared not far away, running quickly towards Okamoto's position, talking something while running.
Two shots hit the head, and the two Iraqis fell directly to the ground: "Thirty-nine!"
After Okamoto finished speaking, he quickly ran to the other side of the road and started to move toward where Marcelo might appear.
