Chapter 148 Win one more game, we are the champions!
Joking aside, we have to get down to business quickly. Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou looked at each other and sat down, and the player lounge immediately became quiet. With Zhang Xinjie, the tactical director of this game, as the center, the players of the national team
They immediately entered the final stage of confirming the battle situation and sorting out tactics.
——In the final analysis, Huang Shaotian and the others' fuss was just to show their teammates that they were not nervous, not nervous at all, and did not need the captain's troublesome psychological counseling.
The intermission was not long to begin with, and in the country's perception of the players, it was as short as just a moment. The voice was whispering, the second hand was ticking, and soon it was time for them all to stand up and return to the players' seats.
In fact, this period of time is not so much for the players to adjust their tactics as it is to take care of the live audience - the audience in front of the TV does not want to watch commercials, but the live audience has to line up to go to the toilet or something.
Therefore, every intermission time is a suffering moment for the TV commentators...
The American commentators are having a particularly hard time. Pan Lin and Li Yibo are relatively lucky. The Chinese team won the group stage match. There are a lot of exciting shots. Edit them and comment on them. At least they can spend a little more time.
In this way, the commentators were eagerly waiting for the players to come on stage. Until the national team collectively walked out of the player channel, Pan Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief, ended the embarrassing boast, and changed the topic:
"Ah, our players finally returned to the competition seats - why are they so formal this time?"
The singing of "Singing the Motherland" surged into the players' passage in waves. The national team players, who had been trained in radio gymnastics since childhood, naturally lined up in single file and reflexively took the steps of athletes on the field.
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Fortunately, everyone's memory of military training has faded. If this happened as a group, it would be seen in the e-sports weekly newspaper. It can be imagined that it would be another big news.
"Well, the players from both sides have already taken their seats. Ye Xiu and the translator set off to report the lineup, while someone from the American team also got up and went to the referee's seat. It seems that the players for the team competition of both sides will be announced soon. Let us pay attention.
Moving on to the big screen…”
Captain America did not play this time, and the leader of the American team had no intention of chatting with Ye Xiu. Everyone reported the lineup smoothly, and soon it was on the big screen line by line.
The handwriting turned:
"John Thrall, Thief? Shadow Jump." The players of the Chinese team stood shoulder to shoulder, holding their breath, looking up at the big screen. Every time a line of words was read, they let out a series of small cheers:
"Stanley McCree, the sharpshooter? Shatter the Stars. He is also from their family."
"Clement O'Casey? Boxer, Man of Steel. Oh yeah! You guessed it right! Sure enough, all three!"
"Look, look, look, the next one is also coming out - Wilson Mueller, Guardian Messenger? Wings of Triumph - the close teammate of the Demonic Path last time! Look at the next one..."
"Liliana Lester? Magician, Firebolt! Five! I guessed five correctly! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh -"
"Stop singing, stop singing! The last one, the last one! A knight is still a sorcerer! A knight is still a sorcerer!"
"Joseph Joyce, warlock, call the dead! It's a warlock! It's a warlock! I said there is no need for knights when there is a guardian messenger! Let's start with plan 1!"
The little joy on the Chinese team's side? The American team didn't know. There was no footage of the players on the big screen - of course, the Chinese team didn't know either? At this time, several people in the American team had dark faces.
"Zhou Zekai? A sharpshooter who shoots through the clouds."
"Wang Jiexi? Demonic scholar? Wang Buliuxing."
"Huang Shaotian? Swordsman, the sound of rain at night is annoying."
Led by John Thrall, the players of the American team competing in the team competition were talking about the Chinese team's roster. The Warlock of the American team even had his iconic stand-up collar collapsed, but he didn't notice it and frowned:
"...Don't Laugh?"
"If you don't go up, then you don't go up." At this point, the magicians who had different opinions from him now felt that they were in the same boat:
"The warlock isn't here either... so the only person in charge of their tactical command is the priest?"
The top-ranked plans, targeting mechanics, warlocks, and even those that tried to limit the Sanren through close combat, were all scrapped.
As for the priest commanding alone, although they had deduced this possibility, they did not spend much energy...
This next scene is a bit troublesome.
"One person has his own benefits." Stanley McCree's eyes were heavy. The sharpshooter known as the "White Death" stared at the screen, as if he had seen the scene where he killed the opponent's priest with one shot and a headshot.
:
"He is also the healer, and he is also the commander. It is good to kill one and solve both problems."
"Just adapt to the situation." John Thrall was not as relaxed as him. The combat thief looked at the two names of swordsman and ammunition expert on the big screen with a solemn expression:
"Two players competed repeatedly. The slower Warlock did not play, and the Priest took care of both command and treatment. It seems that the Chinese team really tried their best..."
Just like when we played against Sweden.
Regardless of consumption, no matter the cost, use all your strong hands - if the previous players had not played a favorable situation, I am afraid that the sharpshooters and magic scholars of the Chinese team would also appear in the ring.
It is conceivable that in the next team competition, they will encounter the same or even more fierce resistance as the previous team competition——
"Don't be nervous, everyone." John Thrall suddenly stood up and looked around. The captain of the runner-up team of the American Glory League glanced at the warlock, guardian messenger and magic scholar one by one, as well as his own teammates sharpshooter and boxer.
A deep sense of calmness and confidence is conveyed to every teammate:
"Next is our home map. The map selection idea adapts to our playing style and habits. No one is more familiar with the details of the map than us. We are even one head ahead - hold on, win one more game, and we will be the champions
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He turned around and walked towards the field first. On the other side of the field, the six players on the Chinese team put their hands on each other's shoulders, stretched out their right palms, and overlapped each other:
"We are the top aces of the Chinese team! If we beat half of the American team, we can win! - If we win one more game, we will be the champions!"
"One, two, three! Victory!"
All arms were raised to the sky. The players filed onto the stage and entered the competition cabin one after another. The lights dimmed, and soon, a soft, ecstatic sigh blew through the entire competition venue like a smoky wind.
The holographic projection descends.
The stars are dotted and the light is falling, like a fairyland on earth.
————The next chapter will be here in five minutes————