Chapter 129: Mortars

Shi Mo shook his hand, the operation just now was not good, and now his hand is still faintly painful.

After easing his wrist slightly, Shi Mo continued to devote himself to the fun of fighting.

Hidden in the desert, when a quiet old yin is Bi, this is Shi Mo's favorite.

What's more......

He also has a silencer.

He can do nothing and just report quietly.

Zhao Ziying will make a move.

"Bang~"

"Another one." Shi Mo pulled the trigger and whispered. He's now running an impressive 19/0/11.

Just ask who else?

It's not over yet.

It's expected to be a long time before that.

Now Shi Mo and Zhao Ziying are taking turns to rest.

It's a game, but the time passes the same.

Therefore, Shi Mo has spent two days for this game.

During the day, she ran away with Zhao Ziying, and at night Zhao Ziying changed shifts and rested.

Each person guards for four hours and then replaces.

This made Shi Mo admire Zhao Ziying very much.

You must know that although they are all sleeping, in fact, Shi Mo sleeps on the last alarm clock and goes to bed to sleep, Zhao Ziying is different.

She really slept in the desert at night!

It's cold at night in the desert.

No way, the death rate in the houses in the town at night is very high.

At night, it is the most active place for cowards that cannot be seen.

Like a group of thieves, the originally timid rats formed an alliance at night and cooperated with each other to begin to besiege the surrounding towns, killing those who were majestic and invincible during the day.

It's all about increasing their survival rate.

Mediocre people always think that after killing people who are more capable than themselves, they can do it themselves.

But in fact?

"These people must have an organizer, a very ambitious mastermind, and when the time is almost right, they will be tricked into gathering in one place and setting up an ambush, and they will definitely be doomed." Zhao Ziying picked up the binoculars disdainfully and looked far away from the town that was emitting light.

Shi Mo agreed with Zhao Ziying's analysis.

These people are like the redcoats in their previous lives.

The Redcoats of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds are an interesting organization of players.

Most of them are made up of Chinese players.

From time to time, a few foreigners will come in.

But the Redcoats' reputation in PUBG is not very good.

Especially in the eyes of foreigners.

No way, the Redcoats are too brutal.

Everyone else plays this game with care.

As soon as the Redcoats come, good fellows.

It would be a slaughter.

A good survival game was broken.

It's become a modern war.

It's not the kind of local conflict yet.

With a capable commander, the game can be turned into a modern war in an instant.

What to cover with smoke and block the view.

What a collective charge, surrounded and outflanked.

What other squads attack the building, surround the building.

It's all tactical.

The pigs of Japan in World War I learned all by leap and bound.

"They won't be arrogant for long." After thinking about the scene of his previous life, Shi Mo came back to his senses and shook his head.

Zhao Ziying turned her head to look at Shi Mo, as if she had thought of something, and nodded.

"Boom~"

An explosion sounded, and there was a fire in the town, and Shi Mo was just about to say something, followed by a few more fires, and the sound of explosions followed.

"Boom~Boom~Boom"

"Boom~Boom~Boom"

"Tsk, this is the shelling of the mortar squad?"

Shi Mo smacked his tongue as he looked at the town that was constantly being bombed.

This man...... You're almost dead, right?