"Yu, you come down, it's not safe up there, we're going to continue the pursuit, there are still a lot of Iraqis ahead!"

"Roger!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he immediately squatted down and got into the tank, there was a combat zone in front of him, and there were some Iraqis who were stubbornly resisting in the corner, which was different from the current position.

"Come, Yu, your watermelon!" The gunner handed Yu Yang a piece of watermelon, glanced at the inside of the tank, and it was already a little messy, in addition to the watermelon rind, there were also some Coke bottles and snack bags.

By this time, the battle had become very light, and the Americans had turned the battle into a parade of arms, eating while driving tanks, and occasionally judging the surrounding buildings.

After taking the watermelon and eating two bites, Yu Yang's mind suddenly sounded an electronic synthesis sound: "The No. 1 host kills the No. 125 host, inherits the number of enemies killed by the No. 125 host, fifty-eight people, and currently kills eight hundred and thirty-six people, ranking first, the No. 1 host inherits the inheritance of the No. 125 host, and the war coin X16 will be distributed after the mission is over." ”

“hat？” Yu Yang screamed involuntarily, did he kill someone? When did it happen? I was obviously sitting in a tank, eating watermelon, blowing the air conditioner, and talking about the mountains, and I didn't even have a gun in my hand, when did I actually kill someone.

And Yu Yang has never seen what this one hundred and twenty-fifth host looks like, but this guy is quite powerful, killing fifty-eight people, and it should be the second place in the previous ranking.

"Yu, what's wrong? What are you asking? Did you eat bugs in your watermelon? That's really disgusting, I was a kid ......" Tevez turned his head to look at Yu Yang with some curiosity, and then began to chatter, a group of people were eating watermelon just now, and Yu Yang suddenly burst out with a sentence.

Yu Yang hurriedly stopped, this Tevez is a little too good to say, he has been chattering all the way just now, he can find a perfect reason to insert any topic, and he can talk about it head-to-head, and it can be linked to his childhood.

Two minutes ago, after Yu Yang casually threw away a watermelon rind, the tank slowly drove away, and Yu Yang and the others began to prepare to continue chasing and killing the Iraqis.

Marcelo lay on the ground, lying motionless on the ground, even closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, not far in front of him was a US main battle tank, only a rifle in his hand, he couldn't resist at all, when Yu Yang pulled the trigger to shoot the corpse, Marcelo's heart had already raised his throat, and he was afraid that he would be killed by the Americans so aggrieved.

Fortunately, Yu Yang was eating watermelon while strafing, and he didn't notice Marcelo hiding next to the bunker, but after randomly firing more than a hundred bullets, he went back to the cabin to eat watermelon, and when he returned to the tank cabin, Yu Yang threw the watermelon peel in his hand into the path.

After Yu Yang left, Marcelo kept lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, and after about a minute and a half, he quickly got up from the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, have the Americans chased this place? Then I can't stay here anymore, and I need to change places to hunt.

Stepping over the obstacle, Marcelo was about to go to his weapon rack to change two weapons and leave, but as soon as he stepped over, his left foot stepped on the watermelon skin, which did not fall to the ground, but fell on the ground above the bullet shell, after Marcelo stepped on it, the watermelon skin itself was very slippery, plus the bullet rolling below, Marcelo fell directly to the ground.

Seeing that he was about to hit the ground with his face, Marcelo waved his arms in a panic, and his left hand touched the weapon rack next to him, and the weapon on the weapon rack fell to the ground, almost at the same time as Marcelo, and suddenly a crisp gunshot sounded, and a rifle on the weapon rack suddenly went off, and a bullet hit Marcelo's thigh.

These weapons are all weapons that have been loaded, before Marcelo in order to facilitate the quick replacement of weapons, Marcelo has opened all the insurance, as long as you pick it up, you can shoot, but I didn't expect to pit myself, the Iraqi weapons are almost not maintained, so a fall, go directly to the fire.

"Shet!" Marcelo's thigh hurt, gritted his teeth and insisted on using his uninjured left leg to prop himself up, but there were a lot of bullet casings under his left foot, and when he had just killed someone, Marcelo fired at least three or four hundred bullets, and the cartridge casings of these bullets were gathered at his feet, just too hard, and his feet slipped directly.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the sound of a bayonet entering the flesh, Marcelo looked down at his chest, the military spurs on the five or six styles pierced his chest directly, Marcelo grew his eyes and looked at the bayonet that pierced his chest, he thought about countless ways to die, he was killed by the Japanese on the first mission, and he was killed by the black man on the second mission.

Even this mission, he was ready to be killed by the Iraqis, but he didn't expect that it was himself who killed him in the end, or a piece of watermelon skin.

"Ahem, ahem, damn it, I hate ......"

Marcelo didn't finish his words, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then his consciousness began to blur, and finally his eyes turned black, and his hands fell weakly, slowly falling to the ground.

Less than half a minute after Marcelo died, Okamoto Sakata carefully touched the location of the intersection with an AK47 and saw the corpse in one place: "Huh? Something is wrong here! "Okamoto Sakata just heard a gunshot, it was AK's gunshot, so he followed the gunshot.

"So many Iraqis died, it's either the Americans or the Marcelo!" Okamoto Sakata carefully checked the position of the muzzle of the corpse, most of them were frontal muzzles, not bullets in the back, and even more determined that Marcelo should be in the surrounding area, if it was an American, the first reaction of these Iraqis should be to flee, at least some Iraqis would do it.

But all the corpses here were facing the muzzle of the gun, and none of them were shot in the back, which shows that these Iraqis either fell on the way to the charge or died at the hands of their own people, and the gunfire just now was not the gunfire of the US military-standard weapon.

"Hey, little mouse, I'm here, you can't escape!" After Okamoto finished speaking, he quickly got into the alley, slowly moving forward step by step, and the deeper he walked into the alley, the more corpses he found, and the more excited he became.

If it was Marcelo in front, then he should have killed a lot of Iraqis, as long as he killed this Marcelo, there is a high probability that he will be able to complete the mission alive.