Just now, when a high-explosive grenade landed at Xie Shaoning's feet, it was that boy who rushed over and shoved him away, but he didn't even have time to let out a scream before turning into countless specks of blood...
Not even a single thing was left on his body.
Xie Shaoning stood frozen in place, the wails, explosions, and gunfire from the voice channel mingling together like countless needles piercing his eardrums.
Then I suddenly remembered the words I had shouted before the battle, patting my chest: "Follow me, I guarantee you'll win!" I remembered the trusting looks in everyone's eyes, and those vibrant IDs that would never light up again. The lump in my throat finally turned into a suppressed sob.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." he kept repeating, his voice broken and incoherent, his hand gripping the longsword trembling violently, almost unable to hold it anymore.
Xie Shaoning was finally 100% certain that he was wrong, terribly wrong. After fighting two battles with Invincible Black Whirlwind and R Country, he thought that life was nothing special and that they were all just a bunch of weaklings. He began to look down on them from the bottom of his heart.
When the fight actually started, it became clear that it was a matter of life and death, and there were no weaklings. It was his arrogance that led to the deaths of nearly 100,000 players in the 66th region.
Xie Shaoning had never experienced such a severe sense of defeat, nor such extreme despair, not even when he was abandoned by his parents, he still felt that life could go on...
But now some people actually want to die here, to escape everything...
Qi Xu frowned deeply, clutching a god-level communication device in his hand, debating whether or not to use it.
This is what Ah-bian just took out of the box this morning. Xie Shao-ning's condition is terrible right now, but even if he uses it, what can a few words change?
The person most capable of persuading Xie Shaoning was, at this very moment, also on another sealed-off battlefield.
The 766 region, led by Cheese Milk Foam with 80% Sugar, looks much better than the 66 region, although all players are extremely exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
But their opponents were in even worse shape, with their surrender rate rising to 72%, and they could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel.
The cheese foam, with its 80% sugar content, forced me to stay alert, the image of the invincible Black Whirlwind never leaving my mind.
I've been thinking about what the invincible Black Whirlwind would do if she encountered this situation, how she would arrange things when facing these enemies, and what would be the most correct course of action.
Is it better to risk everyone's lives to try and save everyone, or to willingly sacrifice the lives of a small number of people...?
The player with the cheese milk foam at 80% sugar was also suffering, and only now did they understand the true meaning of the national war: the real test wasn't for the players in each region, but for the top-ranked players in each region...
Cheese Milk Foam with 80% Sugar made her choice in the end. She was incredibly calm and her face remained unwavering as she chose a quick victory, and also chose to... sacrifice some players.
But when the announcement of the victory for the Chinese server rang out, Cheese Milk Tea Eight-Point Sugar finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears, her tears flowing like a broken string.
"I'm sorry, I...I had no choice...I'm sorry..."
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