After receiving the order, Pipsqueak immediately took out a Molotov cocktail from his backpack and threw it directly into the sky.

When the Molotov cocktail reached its highest point, he picked up the mini in his hand and hit the glass body of the Molotov cocktail with one shot, and the liquid burning inside was instantly scattered in all directions, and the little flames were divided into several parts and scattered in the surrounding grass.

After a while, the lush grass, which was nearly a meter high, began to burn, and the raging fire spread around!

The various legions on the edge of the grass all noticed this scene.

The quick ones have ordered the player to cut a dividing line in the grass where they are with a scythe, or simply use a tank to flatten the grass.

In case they were burned to death by the spreading fire.

......

At present, there is a legion hidden in all directions at the edge of the grass around the entire village of G.

It adds up to seven or eight.

After a previous bombardment, each legion stopped fighting.

They all knew that there was no point in fighting like this, first, to save ammunition, and second, it was difficult to completely annihilate a legion.

You don't have to think about it to know that there must have been a lot of mines planted in the grass.

Even if they annihilate each other, they won't be able to lick their bags and replenish their ammunition.

And even if it is annihilated, it will not be of much help to eat chicken.

Because of this flat grass circle, the geographical location of each legion is the same.

The one who survived to the end may not be the best in the lap, but it must be the one with the most ammo.

Therefore, they all tacitly kept the peace, quietly waiting for the next circle to appear.

Each legion prayed silently in their hearts not to brush it on themselves.

Because once it is brushed into the circle, the rest of the legions will inevitably attack it in groups.

In this environment, there is not much gap in weapons and equipment, and none of them have the strength to do more than a dozen.

......

However, at this moment, a Molotov cocktail appeared in the sky and scattered among the grass.

A fierce scuffle began in advance.

The dense grass was gradually burned by the flames.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

That being said, the truth is that every wildfire can be a disaster.

As the saying goes, fire and water are merciless.

Only those who have truly experienced being surrounded by fire will appreciate the fear and despair that the flames bring.

Except for a few legions that reacted quickly, they quickly created the flame dividing line.

Most legions, including scattered sniper sniper teams, don't have that reaction time.

Even the opponents in Luo Zhan's game are all master players with high-level title bonuses.

But in the face of the fire, it is still fragile.

You know, in reality, there are many firefighters who die in forest fires every year.

Don't they know anything about putting out fires?

But they can't help it!

In order to extinguish a fire, you must first get close to the fire point, or at least within the range of the fire extinguishing tools.

But once it goes too deep, or a gust of wind blows, the flames will spread at a rapid speed, and in the blink of an eye, it may envelop the young beings who are fighting in danger.

The web of death completely envelops humanity, which is extremely fragile in front of nature.

And then......

This is the case for players in the grass at this time.

Endless wildfires envelop most of the players.

Fire! Billowing smoke!

Even if it is a high-temperature resistant Flying Eagle special suit, it can't resist being roasted directly on the fire!

Wailing, roaring, powerless...... After the death of hundreds of players who were burned to death by the fire.

The grass in the enclosure was also largely burned.

The remnants of the legions were also completely exposed to each other.

After a massive attrition in players, they now don't have time to think about who threw the incendiary cocktail.

And there was also no time to think, what good is it for the legion that threw this Molotov cocktail.

All players on the ground pick up their rifles and shoot at enemy players in sight!

Da-da-da-da!

Da-da-da-da!

After a quick and fierce burst of gunfire, the surviving players immediately hid behind their respective tanks.

Take cover and continue to shoot at the enemy.

The barrels of the tanks continued to roar, and the mortars of the various regiments were placed on the ground to bombard again.

The sound of gunfire, the sound of gunfire......

On the flat ground around the entire village of G, a battle broke out that was even more tragic than before.

None of the legions on the ground could survive this melee.

The more numerous and powerful the legion, the more it will be hit.

Because the surviving players around them, when they saw that their strength was so well preserved, they decided that they were the real culprits of arson!

The surviving players immediately turned their guns on them and fired as if they were not paying for money.

"Let you set fire!"

"Let you burn my teammates!"

"Let you do such a damned thing!"

The surviving players kept roaring in their hearts while sparing the bullets in their hands.

Many of them have seen their teammates burned alive not far from them!

The screams of the Legion Maili still echoed in their heads!

That taste of pain and despair is all brought about by these arsonists!

The strong legions that were beaten suffered heavy losses almost in a moment, with most of the dead and wounded.

The bunker position of a tank is so large.

Can't hide from a few people.

And even if you dodge, there are mortars and grenades that fly from nowhere.

Fighting!

Fighting!

Non-stop fighting!

All the players on the ground vented their bullets with anger.

This battle, caused by a mysterious culprit, lasted all day.

The remaining remnants of each legion are less than ten players.

And instead of restoring peace, they really don't have the strength to continue fighting.

Every player on the ground lies motionless on the ground.

I don't even have the strength to hold a gun.

Now they lie down instead of lying.

The whole battlefield suddenly returned to calm, and only the sound of small flames and the clatter of destroyed tanks and vehicles could be heard.

There is no fire in the circle anymore, the fire is basically burned out, and the fire has burned far away outside the circle.

If you had a viewing angle now, you would be able to see that many players who are not from the same legion are only a few meters away from each other.

Magical harmony coexistence.

Lying on the ground, they tilt their heads to see the rest of the players next to them.

Although some of them had regained some strength, they still didn't want to move.

Because they know that others are just like themselves, and they have also regained their strength.

If anyone moves first and kills the player next to him with the little physical strength he has left, then he will definitely have no possibility of eating chicken.

Therefore, every player is an enemy and I am not moving.

Everyone stands motionless together and plays a game of playing pretending to be dead.

The dozens of players who "survived to the end" all lay quietly in tacit understanding......

Many people are thinking about the question: who set the fire?

At this time, a "powerful" sound of shoveling came from the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and northwest at the same time......