PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 932

For a while, gunshots were everywhere in the small seventh wave safety zone. Even if it was setting off firecrackers, it couldn't be set off so fiercely.

Rao is that the twenty teams on the field are veterans who have experienced many battles, and they have never fought a large-scale melee with 80 people.

There are enemies on all sides, who will win the deer, it is no longer based on ability to speak.

Everyone's strength is about the same, who can survive this wave of circles, half depends on tactics, and the other half depends on luck.

If you're lucky, even if you don't grab the spot, you can slowly get in, and while the people in the spot are fighting, take the opportunity to touch their ass.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind, behind the oriole is the hunter, behind the hunter is the butcher, behind the butcher is the shooter, behind the shooter is the assassin.

This was originally just a joke on the Internet, but it was vividly reflected in the arena at this moment.

Everyone was in a mess, and their minds were confused for a while. At this terrifying moment, when they met their teammates around the corner, they couldn't help subconsciously shooting them twice before saying whether they were friends or enemies.

The seventh wave circle was already chaotic, but when there were more people, it became even more chaotic, so chaotic that they didn't have the slightest time to think about it.

It just doesn't quite kill, kill, kill.

Everyone's eyes were red, and the most embarrassing position now was the sniper in the team.

Because now the whole picture is full of people, and when the car stops, the front, back, left, and back are all enemies. In such a situation where the enemies on the face can't be killed, what's the use of sniping.

Not to mention snipers, there is not even a place to hide.

Those with cars, follow the team to launch a death charge.

Those who don't have a car can only switch to rifles and slaughter wildly.

And the most important ones are naturally those forwards, assaulters and sub-assaulters.

All of them have medium and short-range firearms in their hands. At this moment, they are simply killing weapons.

Two rifles, or one rifle and one submachine gun, and the other one will be replaced after the bullets of this gun are exhausted.

Even if the two guns were not expanded, they would have at least sixty rounds of ammunition.

At such a short distance, sixty bullets could kill a team easily.

So a funny scene was born, as soon as the teams encountered each other, they began to fire wildly.

The priority level of firepower will always be enemies with dual automatic rifles or automatic submachine guns.

The narrator pulled the angle of view to the sky, looked down, and saw that the whole picture was full of figures, crackling fire and gunshots everywhere.

He simply drew his eyes to the high altitude, so that everyone could have a good look.

Eighty people and twenty teams exchanged fire at the same time, and there were human heads and flying bullets all over the sky. This was a visual feast that was rarely seen in 100 years.

They enjoyed watching it, but the teams on the field were very uncomfortable.

At this time, all previous tactics and overall situation were all nonsense, and only marksmanship and body skills were their only reliance.

However, most of the survivors of each team are snipers who were forgotten during the firefight...

Basically, each team exchanged fire until the end, and it became a decisive battle between the snipers of the two teams.

But not as a sniper, but as an assaulter...

This form is simply embarrassing to the extreme.

But no matter when, smart people will always be able to live to the end.

As the firefight continued, some people who had no hope at all began to choose to jump directly into the sea, and then lurked in, preferring to hold their breath and stay below rather than float up.

(End of this chapter)