Chapter 585
Protests and marches on the streets of Germany are still in full swing.
Amiens in the virtual world, the battlefield between France and Bactria, is also full of smoke.
But Turner, who was in the midst of it, just wanted to figure out at this moment: how did he get that gorgeous sword and that gorgeous bullet?
But in the battlefield, there are only channels for communicating with the same camp, and you cannot communicate with opponents across camps.
If you want to communicate with your opponent, you can only rush to a relatively short distance and yell with a loud voice.
It's not easy in a battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere.
But Turner never wanted to miss this opportunity—
"Brothers, work harder! Push the opponent back to his hometown! I have some questions to ask them, I can't talk just like this!"
"good!"
"No problem! Go!"
"Last time I bumped into my face suddenly and I wasn't ready, this time I must push back!"
...
The teammates responded one after another.
There was cheering in the live broadcast room.
Then their hometown F point was stolen.
Turner immediately changed his mind: "Bring back! It should be the team that stole our house just now, I just want to ask them!"
A group of people hurried back to help, and successfully blocked Daxia's team on a road between point F and point E.
Turner was overjoyed, "You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the bullet flew over.
Turner's head burst into blood in an instant, and he fell to the ground violently.
"FUCK!!!" Turner cursed angrily.
Just after shouting, his teammates pulled him back to the bunker by his ankle, and stabbed him with a needle to revive him.
After being resurrected, Turner took a deep breath to calm down the ups and downs, then shrank in the corner, carefully poking his head to see the situation.
But only one-third of his head was poked out, and just as one eye was exposed, a bullet accurately penetrated his helmet and knocked his skull open.
"WTF!" Turner, who had just calmed down, couldn't help exhaling again.
Resurrection at point E, rushing out of the stronghold again, this time he is a dog again!
Just as he rushed out of the stronghold, he saw the opposite team coming straight to point E!
Turner quickly retreated to the stronghold and shouted loudly: "Friend! Add Yunmeng as a friend?"
No one paid attention to him, only the continuous sound of gunfire.
"Ask for a friend seat!" In desperation, he could only use what fans often shouted at him.
But the opponent was still unmoved, all he wanted to do was rush into point E to have a big fight.
Turner could only fight helplessly.
Fortunately, the main battlefield is still at a stalemate on the two bridges at point D and point C. The main resurrection point for French players at this time is still point E. In addition, point E and point D are very close, so it is very convenient to return to aid. The battle finally came to a temporary stalemate.
But it was precisely because of this that Turner finally had time to think, put aside the interference of "sword" and "bullet" for the time being, and observe the battle situation.
As a result, this observation immediately shocked him——
The big summer player on the opposite side is so strong!
He is obviously already a player with a good win rate, and the game time is too long. The team is not all masters, at least they are all skilled players.
But such a team, which can often walk sideways in the T2 theater, faced Daxia's team, but it collapsed twice in a row!
The number of people is more than twice that of the opponent, but every time they can't wait for him to revive and run over, the whole army will be wiped out!
"Is this... the gold content of [World's Strongest]?"
Turner said with deep emotion.
"German players and Russian players are fighting against such opponents every day??"
"If this is the case, then the false name of the T1 theater..."
He didn't say the latter words in the live broadcast room, but what he thought in his heart was——
'Don't worry about it! '
The game experience is too bad!
As more and more players gathered in this direction, Turner soon had a bad feeling again.
It has to be said that his sense of smell on the battlefield is still good, and soon his premonition will be fulfilled again——
The bridge at point D is lost.
Then a large army of Daxia players arrived, followed by the fall of point E.
In a blink of an eye, the only stronghold they occupied was Point F, which had just been snatched back by the revived players from their hometown.
Only by relying on the players who are constantly resurrected in their hometown to make up for it, can they withstand the loss of the last stronghold.
This also means—
They have been suppressed!
At this time, it was less than 10 minutes before Turner yelled "Press the opponent back to his hometown"...
Now he shrinks back in his hometown and doubts his life.
Not only is he doubting life, but his fans are also doubting life.
It's not just his fans who are doubting life, almost all the French players on the battlefield are doubting life.
Even the French audience in the live broadcast room were shaken:
"Are all the monsters in the T1 theater at this level?"
"Or forget it, T2 is also pretty good."
"Is it possible that this is by chance?"
...
The only good news is that when Turner was suppressed, it seemed that the mentality of the opposite party was finally less tense, and Turner's call was finally answered——
The other side approved his friend request.
"You are so strong!!!" Turner's first private message, sincerely praised the other party.
"Uh...thank you?" the Daxia player nicknamed [Scorching] replied.
"Brother, can I ask a question?"
"You can ask." The opposite party replied straightforwardly.
"Why are your swords and bullets different from ours? Can you tell me where they came from?" Turner asked nervously.
There was no immediate reply.
This made Turner even more nervous.
Fortunately, the other side didn't stay silent for too long, and quickly replied to the message again, directly posting two achievements——
[Free Day · One in a Thousand]
[Free Day Champion]
The first achievement rewards [Inscription Bullet]; the second achievement rewards [Champion's Sword].
"Freedom Day?" Turner was very familiar with the first two words, but the combination of the three words was a little strange.
But it doesn't matter, there is a convenient channel provided by Yunmeng, just search directly.
Soon, he found relevant information about the [Assassins League Freedom Day] event, and even watched a few videos with relish—anyway, there was no hope for this game, and he was already lying flat.
The good news is: After reading the relevant information about the [Freedom Day] event, his previous depression of "all thoughts were lost" was greatly relieved.
Because what they were facing was not the average level of players in Daxia, but a team led by the champion team.
That was a tournament with 13.8 million players participating!
To win the championship in an event of this scale, how can it be an ordinary person?
Losing to them is simply too reasonable.
Adding up all of France now, there are not yet 10 million virtual reality gamers...
He clamored "feel the gold content of [the world's strongest]" before the game, which is really a prophecy.
It almost broke his mentality.
After the game is over, he will take all the audience to learn about the [Freedom Day] event, and introduce what level of opponent he just encountered.
Otherwise, I don't know how many players and audiences will burst their minds, and even completely lose the desire to enter the T1 theater...
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On the other hand, demonstrations have reached a climax.
The icy weather in December could not conceal the frenzied mood of the crowd.
Carl was waving the flag, his shoulders were already sore, but he was still unwilling to stop and rest.
Given the British and American precedents of ineffective protests, he wasn't counting on a single success.
But he has made up his mind: if he fails this time, he will go further next time!
It's not like America, where protests don't lead to violent conflicts and zero-dollar purchases, but more effective means——
strike!
In such cold weather, it is unrealistic to come out to protest frequently, but it is much easier to go on strike.
Isn't it better to go on strike and play games at home confidently than going to work?
Although their strikes strictly speaking did not comply with labor laws and were not led by any trade union, strikes targeting specific industries were not formal enough in all respects.
But it doesn't matter, as long as enough people participate, then we are right!
Besides, strikes are a traditional German custom!
History is not without political strikes.
As long as this protest is ineffective, post a post online calling for everyone to strike together!
"Let these politicians see the power of the working class!"
Carl made up his mind.