Chapter 229: Chapter 227: Advancing Ahead of Schedule!?
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Yi felt like his brain was going to be scrambled.
Checking his blood volume, he found it was almost at the bottom, and it was a close call that he didnât die along with the enemy.
âGreat, as long as we donât die together, weâre making a profit!â
Yi kicked the deformed car door, but it didnât budge.
The teammate sitting in the co-driverâs seat unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car first.
Yi didnât forget to remind him, âItâs not over yet, get the guns and finish off these four! We donât know how many more enemies there are in this team, we need to be prepared! Hurry up!â
With the âserious injuryâ status on him, he struggled to get out of the car and stumbled step by step towards the guns, trying to help take out the opponents, even though he needed to lean on the car to walk.
âBang!â âBang!â âBang!â âBang!â
The teammate efficiently shot and took care of the dying and stunned enemies with four clean gunshots.
The other teammates caught up and quickly cleared the battlefield, then rushed over to check on Yiâs condition.
âAre you all right? Looking at you, it seems like youâre about to breathe your last in the next second.â
Yi took a deep breath, âYouâre the one whoâs going to die! Just give me a moment to catch my breath, and Iâll feel a lot better.â
âYour blood volume hasnât recovered, but your injury status has changed from serious to mild. I guess it wonât affect you in a few minutes.â The teammate observed his status bar.
âGreat!â Yi was delighted, âBack in the combat lineup!â
âBe more careful!â Another teammate complained, âYouâre almost out of blood; donât hit yourself accidentally and die instantly.â
âHow about looking for medical supplies? It seems to be lacking. These people have guns, but we donât have any medical supplies.â
âWhat the hell are we looking for?â Yi boldly said, âFind a car! Go back and kill people! We have guns; why look for supplies ourselves? Are you worthy of the gun in your hand?â
It wasnât difficult to find a car. To facilitate the players, many cars in the competition map already had keys.
No need to bother finding them, just get in, turn the key, and leave.
Yiâs team had three fewer members, leaving seven members who could fit in two cars.
However, the scene where all four enemies died at once earlier was an important reminder for them. To avoid losing four lives with one car, they found four cars and even found more weapons in the process.
Except for one teammate driving on his own as a scout, the remaining three cars each had a driver and a gunman.
âVery good, very scientific.â Yi nodded in satisfaction, âNow, letâs go! The hunt begins!â
Although the commentatorâs screen had left the map where Yi was located and gone to another 10,000-player battlefield, as an anchor, there were still many audiences watching his main viewpoint.
Just now, the audience was exclaiming that Yi seemed to have become a different person, and the funny anchor had a fierce side, praising him non-stop.
But after they turned around, they immediately started to poke fun at him again:
âDonât give up! Keep moving forward!â âWake up! Your mud truck is gone!â
âThe most beautiful counter-runner! [dog headâ âDonât run! Weâre here to deliver the goods!â
No choice, they really canât see any hope.
So far, their kills were mostly due to the mud truck, and they also suffered considerable losses.
Not to mention that the mud truck is gone now, Yiâs blood volume is left with just a sliver, and one stray bullet would mean game over!
Ordinary cars do not offer great protection from bullets!
But Yi was determined to kill. He led his teammates at full speed and soon saw houses that had been searched.
âShould we go in and search?â a teammate asked.
âNo need!â Yi replied without hesitation. âDonât waste time; keep moving! Shoot at any target you see. If you donât see them, just keep running and try to get as many points as possible.â
This strategy was quite right. Players were moving towards the city center, but the resources in the suburbs were scarce, and there werenât enough vehicles, so players used whatever they had: walking, running, and even riding bicycles â all were quite common.
Some teams even had only one car, with six people squeezed inside and two lying on the top, not even daring to drive too fast.
When Yi saw this team, his eyes lit up, as if he was looking at a big bag of points.
âFire, fire, fire!â Without the mud truck, Yi didnât dare to get too close, so he greeted his teammates to start shooting from a distance.
Four people started shooting at the same time, and a hail of bullets poured over instantly.
The two players on top of the car were killed immediately.
After emptying an entire clip into the gas tank, the car finally exploded with a âbang,â and the four players inside were killed, following the footsteps of the two teammates on top of the car.
Their only counterattack was to throw two daggers from inside the carâŠ
But Yiâs car team didnât even get close, so the daggers served no purpose other than to express their unyielding spirit of resistance.
After this successful start, Yiâs team hit a lucky streak, finding and mercilessly killing five teams armed with only daggers from a distance.
After each battle, they quickly collected the spoils of war and then got back in the car to head to the next location.
If they encountered armed players fighting back, they would immediately flee, acting shamelessly.
They perfectly embodied the strategy of hit and run and only picking on the weak.
Despite this, their points kept increasing rapidly, and after breaking through the 300-point barrier, they encountered four small teams one after another, all armed with hot weapons, who started shooting at them from a distance.
Only then was the âhuntâ finally over.
Looking at the teamâs 324 points, Yi proudly announced to everyone: âGood job, game over! Weâve killed more than 160 people, far beyond 100! I declare that weâve qualified in advance!â
âAwesome!â
âInvincible!â
âThis is the power of strategy!â
The teammates enthusiastically applauded and celebrated their early qualification.
The audience was also very excited, sending gifts and continuous congratulations in comments:
âInvincible! Less than an hour into the game, and theyâve qualified!â
âA bit of a sneaky strategy, but it really works!â
âFast and Furiousâ
âCan someone translate âhit and runâ?â
âWho said the first day was a deathmatch? It seems easy to qualify!â
âIndeed! Today you are the King of Metropolitan Diapers! I said so!â
âQualifying within the first hour of the first day, sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight for the next six days, strategically advantageous!â
But the good times didnât last long, as soon an audience member raised doubts: âWait a minute! With 10,000 players on each map, and only 10 teams chosen, even considering all teams at full strength, thatâs 100 people, meaning the qualification rate is only one percent!â
âThat means on average, each qualifying team must kill not 100 people but 100 teams!â
âYou guys are currently at 324 points, which is not even one fifth of the required number! Youâre way behind!â
âKeep fighting! Donât celebrate too early!â
As the audience quickly sobered up after this reminder and thought about it, they realized, âHeâs right!â
So what now?
Countless audience members couldnât help but send comments, hoping to remind Yi.
Unfortunately, Yi couldnât see their messages.
Although the preliminary selection allowed players to live stream, this was only to facilitate the audience, and anchors were not allowed to perform any operations or even see their live stream interface.
This was to ensure fair competition and prevent anchorsâ fans from cheating by switching to different player perspectives to report locations for their favorite player.
As a result, the audience in Yiâs live streaming room was anxious, but he and his teammates were completely unaware.
Comments were filled with anxiety: âYouâre celebrating too early, you idiot!
Keep playing properly, donât mess around! Youâll get eliminated!â
Yi: âAlthough I canât see the comments, I know the audience is complimenting my intelligence! Hey, thatâs enough! Just a bit of praise is enough; too much praise makes me embarrassed.â
Comments: âWho praised you?! Oh my god, Iâm about to have a stroke!â
Yi: âI didnât expect myself to be a natural strategic master!â
Comments: âYour strategy is fine, but you must have a huge problem with math! Who on earth taught you elementary school math?!â
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