Chapter 97 I am the captain? I was fired?
The screen lit up again.
The rain is still falling, and the sound of water dripping is continuous in my ears.
The trenches were still damp, cold, and muddy.
Zhu Hao was too lazy to count how many times he had gone back in time.
He opened his eyes and didn't even get up immediately.
The tent door that was so familiar that it was about to rot was opened again, the curtains shook, and water droplets splashed.
Three familiar figures emerged from behind the curtain.
But this time, the three of them did not look directly at Zhu Hao.
Instead, she stood three or four steps away from him, then quietly turned her head away, deliberately standing far away from him.
It's more like a silent alienation.
Looking at these people, Zhu Hao could clearly feel that these three NPCs... were looking down on him.
Sure enough, the officer came out from the rain and fog again and read out the mission content word by word.
"The enemy's supply line is located in the village behind the mountain, and they deliver food and ammunition to the front line every day."
"Your squad will be responsible for the flank assault."
Only this time, he added a sentence at the end:
"For soldiers, there is no mission that cannot be accomplished."
The voice was deliberately raised, with a hint of undisguised sarcasm.
Zhu Hao was stunned for a moment, then continued to lead the team.
This time, he chose the most conservative style of play.
There is no rush to attack, nor is there any plan to launch a head-on attack. Instead, take a detour, disguise yourself, and wait for the enemy to dock before launching a surprise attack.
He even gave up active reconnaissance, letting Chuntian lead the whole process, while he always stayed at the back of the team.
From a tactical point of view, this is the most reasonable and restrained way of playing.
They lurked all the way to the foot of the mountain and lay behind a pile of rocks.
Through the telescope, the two carriages were moving.
There was no gunfire.
There are no patrols.
Zhu Hao confirmed again and again, his finger on the left button, even... a little hesitant.
It's too quiet.
"Go for it?"
Just as this thought came to his mind, the system prompt suddenly popped up:
[The enemy has discovered your team]
“Bang!”
The screen in front of his eyes suddenly went black, and a bullet hit Qiutian in the back of the head.
“Bang!!”
Immediately afterwards, the grenade exploded behind the pile of rocks, blowing Summer and Spring away.
Your team has been surrounded.
[The enemy enters an ambush]
“Oh my god…”
Before Zhu Hao could react, the screen turned black.
Then, there is the familiar prompt.
You've been killed
Mission Failed
[Time is rewinding...]
…
Back to the trench again.
Once again, the rain fell into the puddle with a crisp "plop".
Once again, the tent was opened.
This time,
Chuntian glanced at him, put his helmet on straight, but didn't move forward.
Zhu Hao almost lost his temper.
What do you mean? Do you look down on him as the boss?
This NPC obviously doesn't trust him!
The barrage was also full of discussion,
"Host, if you don't clear the level, the team will probably start secretly voting to replace you..."
"It's truly a painful journey through time! From physical torture to emotional trauma!"
"Fuck, why is this level so difficult?"
Then, before Zhu Hao arrived at the designated location,
This time the enemy actually took the initiative to attack.
It caught Zhu Hao off guard!
[Time is rewinding...]
Zhu Hao's character opened his eyes again, and in front of him was the trench where he had woken up countless times.
The water at my feet had not risen, the tents had not been set up, and everything had returned to the beginning.
But this time,
The entrance to the tent was quiet and no one came out.
Zhu Hao was stunned.
""
Zhu Hao's pupils shrank slightly.
"The game is stuck"
"No, I can still move!"
“Why is there no one here?”
He reflexively opened the taskbar.
The three-person team panel that originally belonged to him has disappeared, replaced by a simple squadron icon.
On the map, a new blue marker lights up.
[Assembly Point: First Squadron Tactical Position]
He subconsciously looked over there, at the end of the trench.
There was already a group of people standing there, and more than ten soldiers were squatting in the bunker, sorting their weapons.
The machine guns were loaded and the ammunition was chained, and the officers walked around giving speeches in a tense and orderly manner.
Zhu Hao stood there, seemingly unresponsive.
Until the familiar officer appeared in front of him again, staring at him.
This time, he didn't say much.
He just glanced at Zhu Hao, his tone as cold as mud and water.
"You are now following the squadron."
"Don't hold back."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left without even bothering to give her another glance.
The system prompt pops up:
You are assigned to the First Squadron.
[Current mission objective: Cooperate to advance and destroy the supply line]
"I...I no longer have the authority to command."
"Just don't assign me any more soldiers. I've only made a few mistakes!"
“I can’t give you another chance.”
Zhu Hao couldn't help but complain, his voice full of helplessness.
The live broadcast room exploded instantly.
"No way...his team is gone"
"Damn, this game really doesn't give you any chances. Even the NPCs don't trust you anymore."
"I understand. This means he was fired directly by his superiors!"
"You keep failing. If I were the commander, I wouldn't give you the mission!"
"Anchor, you've been abandoned by both your superiors and your compatriots!"
Zhu Hao, with a bitter face, controlled his character to walk towards the squadron's position. The familiar soldiers on the screen were talking in low voices.
The person standing in the front,
It's autumn.
Harold Vinson
This time, they have their own name!
But this time he was not part of Zhu Hao's team. Instead, he was standing in the core team of the squadron, talking with two other veterans around a mud-stained map.
Zhu Hao walked over and originally wanted to click on him to see if there was any interaction.
As a result, it doesn't work.
No one paid any attention to him at all.
Several soldiers around him occasionally glanced at him with complicated expressions, but no one spoke.
Zhu Hao, who was experienced in time reversal, understood it.
This is a punishment.
You've died too many times.
You are remembered on the battlefield.
You are no longer the young corporal leading the squad and planning flanking maneuvers.
You are just a cycle of dying and being reborn.
A...untrusted battlefield ghost.
Zhu Hao sighed.
"My identity as a streamer was voted out by the NPCs."
However, this is also good, at least we don’t have to figure out how to cut off the supply line!
If you can’t complete a task, can’t you just change it?
But Zhu Hao had no choice, he had to continue playing the game!
Zhu Hao manipulated the character, at the edge of the squadron's assembly line,
Watching the soldiers prepare their weapons and replenish their ammunition, and listening to the officers announce the attack route.
He silently changed the magazine.
"It seems that this time... I really have to be an ordinary soldier."
Not long after, the officer in front roared:
"Charge formation, prepare to advance!"
A fierce roar of artillery fire accompanied the explosion of gunpowder smoke on the battlefield, and the flames and soil on the edge of the trench flew out.
Zhu Hao didn't say another word.
He lowered his head and followed the main force, rushing into the battlefield step by step.
In the picture, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, hitting the muddy ground and splashing water.
Zhu Hao was at the rear of the squadron, trying his best not to fall behind.
No one in the team spoke to him, or even looked at him twice.
At this time, the barrage also began to give him advice:
"Host, don't try to show off. Just stay with the main group!"
"Yes, you are just a soldier now, and the most important thing is to survive!"
"It's okay, host, don't lose heart. Old Li even worked in a bedding factory back then. At least you're still in the main force!"
Zhu Haokong didn't read the comments and stared at the screen.
This time,
No commands.
No squad.
No one called him corporal anymore.
He is just Zhu Hao, a shadow on the battlefield who keeps dying and being pulled back.
…but also a player.
Only players know what it means.
Repeat endlessly until you succeed.
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