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But he encountered a problem – the horses were gone.

Lincoln’s squad had only 15 people, and the other 85 randomly matched players obviously didn’t cater to him.

Two tanks, two horses, and two planes were snatched away in an instant at the start of the match, rushing straight to the center of the map.

Vehicles are all about being quick on the draw, whoever grabs them first keeps them.

“Any tactics?” Super Tomato asked.

“Charge to Point C!” Lincoln saw he couldn’t be a cavalryman, so he didn’t give it much thought, picked up his sniper rifle, and charged.

What tactics are needed for this map? Just charge and it’s done.

So everyone chased the tanks, swarming towards the castle at Point C.

Of course, when I say swarming, it’s really just these people; other players haven’t noticed who they are yet, and everyone is still playing their own game.

Like when the game first came out, everyone would work together, discuss tactics, and cooperate, but as time went on, this became less and less.

Everyone had their own ideas.

And since the game itself doesn’t have any related mechanisms to force players to play a certain way, plus the fast-changing pace of battles and ever-changing battlefield situations, the result is that the entire battlefield turns into a free-for-all, with players or squads making their own decisions.

Basically, play however you want, and there’s rarely any unified command.

Of course, having said that, even if all the players were willing to cooperate, there are very few players who actually have the ability to command on the battlefield.

Just marking a few points for everyone to rush together doesn’t count as commanding ability.

Now it’s like this: the majority of players are indeed rushing towards Point C, but there are also players who don’t even think about it and start taking shortcuts, trying to directly steal the opponent’s base.

Among all the players, the fastest are of course the planes.

Two attack aircraft, each carrying a teammate, roared overhead and raced towards the castle at Point C.

On the distant horizon, in the Italian players’ direction, two planes could also be seen quickly streaking across the sky, heading straight for the castle as well.

The only difference was: on the Italian side, there was one attack plane and one bomber.

Lincoln was a little confused: Isn’t your big and clumsy bomber just a target in the sky?

The second fastests were the cavalry.

The two players galloped on their horses at full speed, faster than the tanks.

The two St. Chamond tanks, carrying five players, rumbled out of the base, with the infantry tightly following alongside, charging forward.

Everyone was racing against the clock, hoping to seize the central position on the map.

The infantry hadn’t even run a few steps when the planes had already reached the airspace over Point C.

Then Lincoln watched, dumbfounded, as their side’s four players jumped out of the plane simultaneously, parachuting onto the roof of the ancient castle.

The driverless plane, in a whistling sound, slanted towards the ground.

“?” Lincoln was dumbfounded!

“Didn’t you see the enemy planes? You just jumped straight out?”

The subsequent development was exactly as Lincoln had feared: the enemy attack plane driver did not jump out but fired at his teammates from a higher position.

Two unlucky ones were immediately killed, and the remaining two were left scrambling with their heads down.

Only then did the enemy players parachute down, one running to capture the point while the other stayed to hold them off.

By the time the two Daxia players successfully counter-killed, they hadn’t even had time to rejoice when a shadow blocked the sunlight above their heads.

They looked up and saw the Italian players’ heavy bomber had just arrived, and round artillery shells fell from the sky like eggs.

It was too late to run now; they had just enough time to leave one last message –

“Damn it!”

Looking at the progress bar of the enemy occupying Point C, Lincoln sighed speechlessly, “Our teammates are so bad.”

But Yi was a little excited, “No problem! Once the planes respawn, I’ll bring justice from the sky!”

“Wait, the bomber won’t come for us, right?” Super Tomato keenly thought of an issue, “We don’t have any anti-aircraft here!”

As they watched the enemy’s bomber come closer, shamelessly raising its altitude while reducing the threat of machine guns, they could only helplessly disperse.

Then another round of bombing came down.

Luckily, there were more attractive targets on the ground – one of their tanks was blown to bits right then and there, and five unlucky ones died in an instant.

Still unsatisfied, the enemy bomber pilot turned around and went after another tank.

A group of support soldiers stopped in their tracks, raised their machine guns, and began firing at the sky: “Ratatatatata-”

Crossing the open area of Point D, the main force finally reached the entrance to the castle.

Upon arriving here, due to the narrow corridors, the initially scattered crowd had to become dense again.

As a result, he was extremely unlucky: just as the people in front had rushed out of the hallway, a horse suddenly appeared, and the cavalryman was wielding a military knife, cutting a person down with each swing, just like chopping vegetables… It looked as if he was going to chop his way from the inside of the ancient castle gate all the way to the outside.

Fortunately, Lincoln was quick to react and had excellent gun skill. He shot the cavalryman in the head, killing him as he was stuck in the crowd unable to move.

The main force continued to charge forward, with Lincoln now at the very front.

The moment they entered the ancient castle, Lincoln had a sudden ominous premonition and subconsciously looked up at the second floor of the castle.

That’s when he saw two mounted M1917 heavy machine guns with a magazine capacity of 250 rounds each.

And the muzzles were already aimed at him!

The next moment, Lincoln experienced what it felt like to be in a storm of bullets!

The two Italian players pressed the trigger all the way down and never let go, indiscriminately mowing down the Daxia players who had rushed in.

The hail of bullets was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, sweeping through the unprotected courtyard and reaping the lives of everyone there.

Angry curses rang out.

Fortunately, at this time, the nearest Point D had been captured. As soon as the 10-second respawn cooldown was over, Lincoln immediately redeployed at Point D.

However, the moment he landed, he caught a glimpse of a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. As he turned his head to find the source of the light, he felt a heavy blow to the head and immediately fell dead on the spot.

In the moment of death, Lincoln saw the person who killed him and understood what that flash of light had been –

It was a sniper lying on the roof of the castle, the light being the reflection from his scope as he aimed.

‘Damn it,’ thought Lincoln.

After waiting for 10 seconds, he redeployed at Point D again.

Learning his lesson, as soon as he revived this time, Lincoln immediately began sprinting and employed high-end serpentining to try to avoid the sniper’s shots.

But then—

“Bang!”

Lincoln’s head was shot open again, and he collapsed dead.

Was it the same sniper who had changed positions on the roof?

“Are you done yet?!” Lincoln was furious, feeling like he couldn’t take it anymore.

But he was not willing to give up and persisted in redeploying at Point D.

This time there was good news: six other players respawned almost simultaneously in the same spot.

Everyone was obviously aware of the danger and scattered as soon as they revived.

Lincoln was secretly relieved: so many people were providing cover for him, with a one-seventh probability, surely he wouldn’t be the unlucky one again?

Three strikes and you’re out!

But as this moment of relief rose, he felt another heavy blow to his head, followed by him falling face-first to the ground.

Just as he was about to get angry, Camille Victoria swiftly jabbed a needle into his thigh and brought him back to life.

—Camille Victoria originally aimed for his butt but realized it wasn’t right just before she jabbed the needle and barely managed to lower her aim to hit his thigh instead.

“Thank…”

“Bang!”

Just as Lincoln was about to say thank you, another bullet precisely hit his head.

He had barely sat up for three seconds before dying once again.

This time, instead of considering where to respawn, Lincoln stared at the Reconnaissance Soldier [orz], who killed him four times in one minute, and felt like exploding:

Five consecutive deaths in one minute!

Seven people revived together, but he only targeted me?

Are you crazy?

What kind of grudge is this?!

At this moment, Lincoln really wanted to go up and teach him a lesson!

But seeking revenge was a bit difficult—

The opposing team that continued winning was undoubtedly strong! No wonder they could bring the Italian players along, skipping the T3 and T2 War Zones and rank directly with the Daxia team.

Point C had already been captured by them. Although the battle never stopped, key positions like the city walls and rooftops were completely controlled by the opponents.

Now Lincoln and his team were under suppression.

Seeing that the enemy’s fighter planes were flying over, focusing on protecting their heads, it would be even more difficult to recapture Point C!

After observing the battlefield situation, Lincoln said menacingly in the live broadcast room:

“There’s a problem with this map! I’ll have it changed tomorrow!”