I went to the grove in front of the hut and got down and looked at it with the Mini14. At the moment, this position is really on a small slope, so the view is good, but after a circle, no enemies are found. Just when I couldn't hold back, a gunshot rang out in front of me on the right, followed by a burst of rifle fire.

"Is it finally here?" As I spoke, I set up the Mini14 to observe that this is not a firefight between players, but a unilateral pursuit of another by one player. The attacker is a player with a 416, and it can be seen that his 416 is armed to the teeth, and the muffled mirror grip is extended*, all of which are available. On the contrary, the pursued side only held a VSS, and the firepower difference was very large, so I speculated that it should have been a failed sniper attack and then suppressed by the pursuit with firepower.

It turned out that the tranquility was just the calm before the storm, and then from 9 and 11 o'clock in my direction, different gunshots began to sound in bits and pieces. I judged that no one noticed me and then turned to focus on the chasing and being pursued players. The strategy is to wait for the pursuing 416 player to knock down the VSS-equipped player, and then use the Mini14 to knock down the 416 player.

Due to the more flexible movement of the VSS player in front, the hit rate of the 416 player has dropped significantly, from my observation, it took about two * to knock down the VSS player, I seized this opportunity, and used the Mini14's fast rate of fire to knock the 416 player down with three shots in a row.

At the same time as the knockdown, I quickly turned on the terminal, and there were only 9 surviving players left. The round of fire that was just connected eliminated almost half of the survival players. Because I also fired, it is possible that my position has been exposed. With the idea of shooting a shot to change places, I sneaked to another corner of the grove and loaded my bullets there, continuing to watch and carry out the approach of other players.

I watched while turning on the terminal to see the number of surviving players, and with the gunfire in the distance, there were only 5 players left, including me, and I decided to take the initiative, and there were no more players in sight on the hill I was on, so I decided to go to the other end of the safe zone.

After changing into a quadruple mirror SCAR, I made my way along the vegetation on the plains to maximize the hidden effect of the glysuit. When I was on the plain, I unexpectedly ran into another player looting the bag, and before he could react to change guns, I used SCAR to bring him down.

From the time I started playing this game, two players had already been put down by me in the process of looting, so I had no interest in looting, and my current equipment was enough, so I loaded my bullets and moved to another grove to prepare for squatting.

After checking the system information again, there are only 3 players left who are still alive. Wait a minute, 3? I just killed one, and this time I listened carefully and didn't hear any gunshots, could it be that he was killed in close combat? Having said that, since the last time the poison circle contracted, the rate of reduction in the number of people and the proportion of gunfire seem to be a bit wrong...

I suddenly had a gut feeling in my mind that there was an assailant behind me, and players who often play first-person shooters may occasionally have this feeling, that is, without warning, they inexplicably felt that someone was behind them, and then made a move that the assailant did not expect, thus avoiding the attack. I decided to follow my instincts, and suddenly ran up to my left front, then turned around and pointed SCAR at my position, only to find a player in a gilly suit holding a frying pan approaching.

"Damn, it looks like I'm right." No wonder the number of people decreased a little quickly from the beginning, it turns out that there are still such sneaky melee players. I quickly shot the player with SCAR on his exposed actions, and before he gave up, he ran at me with the pan in front of him, and a significant portion of the bullets hit the pan, causing a screeching metal crash.

"Cao, the pan can still be played like this." I shot backwards, but I couldn't move as fast as he could run. Although I still killed him in the end, I was also hit by the pan, and if I took another beating, I would have fallen. On the other hand, when you turn around and see a strong man in a gilly suit holding a frying pan approaching you, the picture is far more terrifying than being shot and knocked down.

"There's one left," I thought to myself as I moved. I just shot and hopefully the other survival player didn't hold my spot.