Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch - Chapter 680

Chapter 680: Chapter 647: Meteor Descends!

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“Just quarreling and not killing anyone, this won’t work.”

Daxia Scout [Tim] was very dissatisfied with the current situation.

So naturally, he had the idea of “helping others.”

However, before taking action, Tim, being very team-spirited, asked in the faction channel, “The UK and India are still arguing, and it doesn’t seem like they’ll start fighting anytime soon. I’m thinking of shooting a black gun to help them out, so can you guys think if there are any problems with this?”

“Won’t work, you’re so far away, anyone would know someone shot a black gun.”

“Besides, if the UK and India are quarreling, and suddenly someone with a Chinese ID kills one of them, even a fool wouldn’t fall for it, right?”

“I can sneak over there.” Tim decided to give it a try.

“Just a nosy question, you haven’t changed your name this week, right?” another player asked.

“No, I’ve always used this name, what’s the matter?”

“Oh, then it’s simple, just change your name, basically just copy and paste this: [कमाल].”

“???” Tim looked at the unfamiliar characters with confusion, “What is this?”

“[Garmal].” boss explained, “It’s a common name in Hindi. When the time comes, you cover your face, use this name to shoot the British a few times, and it’ll all work out!”

“Awesome!” Tim decisively changed his name.

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He then not only covered his face but also imitated the appearance of an Indian player, wrapping his entire head, rolling his clothes inside out on the ground, and after they were dirty enough that one couldn’t see them clearly, he finally set off.

He carefully sneaked for some distance and approached the Indian players. He then calmly walked out from behind a tree and swaggered into the crowd.

After all, there wasn’t much order on the edge of the Indian “pancake” formation.

However, he didn’t go to a more central location – too many people would eventually cause trouble.

Besides, the boss had already explained that his name was only for tricking the British.

In fact, Indians don’t often use Hindi on the Internet – they need to be in line with the world!

Otherwise, within India alone, there are more than 20 official languages, and none of them carry any weight internationally when combined.

So Tim had to complete this operation without attracting attention.

If something went wrong in the middle, he would have to resort to [plan B], pretend to be a British person, curse in English while indiscriminately attacking everyone else.

Fortunately, nothing like that happened, and everything went smoothly, even astonishing Tim himself.

Soon, he identified his target: a furious British man with a red face and a thick neck, cursing loudly at the Indian player trying to make peace with him.

“Bang bang bang” three shots, the peacemaking British player was instantly killed on the spot.

Without stopping, Tim changed his aim and fired at the cursing British man, but this time he only hit one shot, deliberately missing the others.

The cursing British player reacted instinctively, immediately drawing his gun to counterattack!

Tim shot and ran, using the Indian players nearby as shields to dodge the attack while continuing to shoot at other British players.

If only he could learn the curry-flavored English, so he could yell a few more words.

But this was enough, the British players all cursed “Fuck you” and pulled out their guns to fight back, not avoiding the other Indian players when counterattacking.

Confused Indian players were forced to fight back, and the chaos quickly spread.

Neither side had thought about fighting before, and the distances were very close with not many coverings in the middle. The sudden, unprepared battle caused casualties to rise terrifyingly fast!

Even though Tim lay down at the first moment, he couldn’t avoid the focus fire and was killed by a bullet that flew in from nowhere in less than 10 seconds.

With his soul out of his body and before leaving the battlefield, he left a message in the faction channel, laughing –

“Hahaha, it started! Brothers, I’ve completed my task!”

“The rest is up to you guys!”

Daxia players assured him:

“Don’t worry, you can rest in peace now.”

*

On the other side, the “Russo-German Coalition” and the “Austro-Hungarian Army” had also begun their battle.

Of course, every battle had to start with both sides bombing each other.

Those with conditions would blast cannons and tanks.

Those without conditions could still use mortars and hand grenades to bomb a round.

There was, of course, a huge difference in power, especially since Russian and German players were now extremely rich after looting other people’s resource points.

Austria and Hungary, on the other hand, weren’t doing so well, with their military equipment already limited and being bombed by each other for half a day, leaving their supplies even more strained.

But they couldn’t skip the process, could they!

Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away from their previous battle that there was a large forest, which somewhat weakened the enemy’s offensive, preventing the battle from becoming completely impossible.

Meanwhile, the Daxia players were busy setting up the Italian cannons on the cargo ships.

The cargo ship was now close to the battlefield, just around a sea corner and ready to join the fray at any moment.

Of course, there were only three cannons, so one ship would suffice. The other cargo ships remained far away.

— Everyone hadn’t forgotten that the nuclear bomb controller hadn’t been found since its redeployment.

Looking at the time, 30 minutes were almost up, and the next nuclear bomb could be launched at any time.

Under such circumstances, the eggs should not be put in one basket.

On the front line, Russian and German players were already launching a massive offensive.

Although armored vehicles and tanks were restricted by the terrain, Austrian and Hungarian players continued to retreat.

However, without the armor protection, Russian and German players inevitably suffered high casualties.

The battle became increasingly fierce.

Then – Daxia’s bomber finally arrived!

Could the forest limit the mobility of the tank?

Sorry, it might be able to limit the tanks on the ground, but not the ones flying in the sky!

“Boom!”

The falling shells came as a big surprise to all four parties on the battlefield.

Players in the chaotic battle looked up to find the source of the shells.

Then they were stunned to see a heavy bomber in the sky, carrying a tank, appearing on the edge of the battlefield.

The tank’s gun was extremely inconvenient to fire while suspended. After all, it wasn’t designed for shooting downward in this situation, making the firing conditions quite demanding.

However, they were flying high enough to have ample time to prepare for firing.

There were no anti-aircraft weapons on the ground, so heavy machine guns had to be temporarily used, but their effectiveness was…

Let’s just say “it’s the thought that counts.”

— The bullets were all wasted.

Russian players excitedly called the tank battalion in the rear: “Shoot down the bomber! Shoot it down!”

But the players inside the tank were actually powerless.

Tanks might be capable of shooting down fighter jets, but that’s just a possibility, and only for low-altitude, low-speed aircraft.

As for high-altitude bombers, it’s not much different from a target.

However, the good news is: hitting this target isn’t easy!

The tank suspended from the fighter jet could only rely on the brief window of opportunity during a dive to try to hit the distant tanks on the ground, but this task…

Perhaps a legendary tank driver could achieve it; however, the Daxia player inside the tank was clearly incapable.

Unless they were equipped with [Assassin Bloodline]’s bullet-time feature.

But it doesn’t matter – the airborne tank’s primary target was always the infantry on the ground.

As everyone’s vision was drawn to the bizarre “flying tank,” Daxia’s “warship” silently sailed around the sea corner, with three Italian cannons aiming at the other tanks!

But just before they fired, three system prompt tones suddenly sounded on the battlefield:

[T3 Warzone – Amelica has withdrawn from the battlefield.]

[The Nuclear Bomb has ignited, arriving on the battlefield in 3 seconds, the Nuclear Bomb Controller has been redeployed.]

And–

[Meteorfall approach! Please evade!]

The familiar fire meteor appeared again.

However, the difference was: at a slightly farther distance from the nuclear bomb’s tail flame, another meteor simultaneously streaked across the sky.

And looking at its size, this meteor seemed to be even bigger than the nuclear bomb!

It was much, much larger!

Seeing the falling giant meteor, Super Tomato suddenly remembered something —

“[Area 22: Meteor Basin], so that’s how it was formed?”

By the way, how big was that basin on the map?

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