"Yu, come down here. It's not very safe up there. We have to continue the pursuit. There are many Iraqis ahead!"
"Copy that!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he immediately squatted down and got into the tank. In front of him was the battle zone. There were still some Iraqis who were stubbornly resisting, which was different from their current position.
"Here, Yu, your watermelon!" The gunner handed a piece of watermelon to Yu Yang and glanced at the inside of the tank. It was already a bit messy. In addition to the watermelon rind, there were also some Coke bottles and snack bags.
At this point in the battle, it has become very relaxed. The Americans have regarded this battle as a parade of force, eating while driving tanks, and occasionally appraising the surrounding buildings.
Just after taking two bites of the watermelon, Yu Yang suddenly heard an electronic synthesized voice in his mind: "Host No. 1 kills Host No. 125 and inherits the number of enemies killed by Host No. 125. Fifty
Eight people, currently killing 836 enemies, ranking first, Host No. 1 inherits the legacy of Host No. 125, war coins x 16, will be distributed after the mission is completed."
"What?" Yu Yang yelled involuntarily, did he kill someone? When did it happen? He was clearly sitting in a tank, eating watermelon, blowing the air conditioner, talking about mountains, and didn't even have a gun in his hand. When did he actually do it?
Killed.
Moreover, Yu Yang had never seen what Host No. 125 looked like, but this guy was quite powerful. He had killed fifty-eight people, and he should have been second on the previous ranking list.
"Yu, what's wrong? What are you asking? Did you eat bugs in your watermelon? That's really disgusting. When I was a kid..." Tevez turned his head to look at Yu Yang curiously, and then started chattering,
A group of people were eating watermelon just now, and Yu Yang suddenly said something.
Yu Yang quickly stopped. This Tevez was a bit too talkative. He kept chattering all the way here. He could find a perfect reason to interject on any topic, and he spoke it eloquently, and it could all be related to his childhood.
Two minutes ago, after Yu Yang casually threw away a watermelon rind, the tank slowly drove away, and Yu Yang and others began to prepare to continue chasing the Iraqis.
Marcelo lay on the ground, lying motionless on the ground, even closing his eyes and pretending to be dead. Not far in front of him was a US military main battle tank. He only had a rifle in his hand, and he couldn't compete at all. When Yu Yang
When he pulled the trigger to shoot the corpse again, Marcelo's heart was already in his throat, and he was deeply afraid that he would be beaten to death by the Americans just like this.
Fortunately, Yu Yang was shooting and eating watermelon at the same time, and did not notice Marcelo hiding next to the bunker. He just fired more than a hundred bullets at will, then got back into the cabin to eat watermelon.
When he was inside the tank cabin, Yu Yang conveniently threw the watermelon rind in his hand into the path.
After Yu Yang left, Marcelo kept lying on the ground and did not dare to move. After about a minute and a half, he quickly got up from the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, and wiped his forehead.
Sweat, have the Americans chased you to this place? Then you can no longer stay here, and you need to find another place to hunt.
After crossing the obstacle, Marcelo was going to go to his weapon rack to change two weapons and leave. But just as he stepped over, his left foot stepped on the watermelon rind. The watermelon rind did not fall on the ground, but the bullet fell on the ground.
At the top of the shell, after Marcelo stepped on it, the watermelon rind itself was very slippery, and with the bullets rolling underneath, Marcelo fell directly to the ground.
Seeing that he was about to land on his face, Marcelo waved his arms in a panic, and his left hand hit the weapon rack next to him. The weapon on the weapon rack fell to the ground, almost at the same time as Marcelo.
, at this time, a crisp gunshot suddenly rang out, a rifle on the weapons rack suddenly fired, and a bullet hit Marcelo's thigh.
These weapons are all loaded with bullets. In order to facilitate and quickly change weapons, Marcelo turned on the safety of all of them. He could shoot as long as he picked them up. Unexpectedly, he suffered a setback. The Iraqi weapons were almost useless.
Maintenance, if you drop it like this, it will explode immediately.
"Shet!" Marcelo felt pain in his thigh. He gritted his teeth and insisted on using his uninjured left leg to push himself up. However, there were a lot of bullet casings under his left foot. When he just killed someone, Marcelo at least fired
He fired three to four hundred rounds of bullets, and the shells of these bullets were gathered at his feet. He just used too much force and his feet slipped.
"Pfft!"
There was a soft sound and the sound of bayonets entering flesh. Marcelo lowered his head and looked at his chest. The military spurs on the Fifth and Sixth Forms pierced his chest directly. Marcelo grew up and looked at the stabbing in his chest.
Bayonet, he thought about countless ways to die. He was killed by the Japanese during the first mission, and was killed by a black man during the second mission.
Even in this mission, he was prepared to be killed by the Iraqis, but he did not expect that it would be himself, or a piece of watermelon rind, that would eventually kill him.
"Cough cough cough cough, damn, I hate..."
Before Marcelo finished speaking, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and then his consciousness began to blur, and finally his eyes turned black, and his hands fell weakly, slowly falling to the ground.
Less than half a minute after Marcelo died, Okamoto Sakata carefully touched the intersection with an AK47 and saw corpses on the ground: "Huh? Something is wrong here!" Okamoto Sakata heard just now
When I heard a gunshot, it was an AK gunshot, so I followed the gunshot and moved towards it.
"So many Iraqis died, either Americans or Marcelo!" Okamoto Sakata carefully checked the muzzle positions of the corpses. Most of them were front-facing muzzles, not the back. He was even more convinced that Marcelo
Luo should be in the surrounding area. If they were Americans, the first reaction of these Iraqis would be to run away, at least some of the Iraqis would do that.
But all the corpses here were facing the muzzle of the gun, and none of them were shot in the back. This illustrates a problem. These Iraqis either fell on the way to charge, or died in the hands of their own people, and just now
The sound of gunfire was not that of standard weapons of the US military.
"Hey, little mouse, I'm here, you can't escape!" After Okamoto finished speaking, he quickly got into the alley, and moved forward slowly step by step, deeper into the alley.
The more corpses found, the more excited I became.
If it was Marcelo in front, then he should have killed many Iraqis. As long as he killed Marcelo, he would most likely be able to complete the mission alive.
