Chapter 986

"The dictatorial team is still a long-range support and group charging method. From the second map, whether the dictatorial team is in the police or the bandits, their family copying bloody method seems to have not changed much..." Yin Ying saw that the starting way of the dictatorial team was the same.

However, Yang Jingzhe shook his head very quickly. He cut several perspectives in his hand: "the route chosen by the authoritarian team in each round, the order of the team members, and the first goal are all adjusted."

The moving door opens slowly

At the beginning of the seventh second, the moment the bullet flies, the drunken cross slope in the lens disappears in the spark lens.

Yang Jingzhe has no time to explain where the adjustments are in each game, where they are different, and why they are made. He can only pick up the most urgent picture and say: "both sides are very clear about the opening time, but the difference is that spark chose to snipe, while drunken shizipo chose..."

"Murder!" Yin Ying stares at the muzzle of a man's gun.

"No smoke, the dictatorial team already knows that this road is blocked? Where are they going to turn... "

"The spark jumped down and rushed through the moving door!"

"Yes, he knew the sniper wasn't on the right spot, so he didn't even look at it and went through it." Yang Jingzhe nodded.

When there are people in the sniper position, you can't go through the mobile door directly. The professional sniper in the ninth section can hit this kind of moving target at a distance of about 200 meters. It's absolutely one shot at a time without any discussion.

One of the shots at the drunken cross slope was Xiaob who turned over from the glass curtain wall and didn't smile. He almost took the lead in the dictatorship group battle. His grenades and flares were stifled. Starfire quickly crossed the mobile door and got a good shooting range

It looks like a similar start, but because of some minor adjustments made by both sides, the effect is totally different about 10 seconds after the start.

The first round of regimental warfare in this round is particularly awkward compared with the previous battles.

"The first wave of tactical intentions of both sides have not been successfully realized." In very simple and easy to understand words, Yang Jingzhe explains the reason why it seems awkward.

Drunken cross slope in the moment of opening the door ignited the spark of the gun, and did not plan to snipe with him, must think that we should fight this time difference, at least take a head.

But don't smile of small B walk already defend him this, one shot hit, but didn't be taken away.

And spark pull drunk cross slope, let don't smile of small B in the past the first will he wash away the idea, also can't be realized.

Boom.

A grenade was thrown in front of the drunken cross.

He was retreating before the grenade landed. When the grenade landed, it just landed on the edge of the bunker. The power of the grenade explosion did not make him lose too much blood.

"Spark's position is not good, he is a sniper, but now he is the closest person to the Sansheng team." Yin Ying said.

"Yes, it's a bit difficult for the dictatorship team to make a breakthrough..."

Unconsciously, it seems that the rhythm slows down after the first wave of the two sides failed to reach each other's tactical goals.

But at this time, the spark has already grasped the time to pass the mobile door.

Xiaoyi, who doesn't smile, is a little reluctant to use this grenade.

"Terrorize ray." Yang Jingzhe said, "he has seen the crisis on the side of the spark, but the moving door behind the spark has been closed, and their side is blocked by goodluck fire at the jumping point of the glass curtain wall..."

"But his grenade didn't seem to scare Sansheng away."

"Well, after all, there are times when threats are ineffective..."

The Sansheng team now has a very good position pattern. Goodluck can seal up four members of the dictatorial team by himself - because the first wave of the dictatorial team has not come down, now either we have to pay at least two dead people to rush through, or we have to take time to change the way.

And the four people on Starfire's side, except goodluck, were all under fire.

The map of Jueming range is too small, especially when the moving door behind the spark is closed. He doesn't even have a way out, so he is alone and deep.

"I'll take one with me. It's one. You take a detour." Chen Yao raised his gun and fired it.

He was stuck in the camera and didn't step back Of course, there was no way for him to retreat. He directly faced the firepower of the four members of the Sansheng team, and three bullets had been fired.

Chen Yao's fingers are dancing on the keyboard, and all kinds of tactics are constantly manipulated

"The spark shot should be one through two! One to wear two Ah? Ah When Yang Jingzhe saw the spark shooting, it was clearly that the other side's drunken cross slope and Yan Chu were in a state of overlapping. With one shot from the angle of spark, he could wear two.

Yanchu in front of him will be shot in the head. Then, when he passes through the drunken cross slope after Yanchu, there is not much blood left. He must be dead if he is rubbed by a sniper bullet.However, before Yang Jingzhe's words were finished, he was twisted into a scream of "ah", because the two players of Sansheng team, who had overlapped in the camera, were separated in this moment, and the bullet of spark passed through a small gap between them!

No one hit!

Then, the two men's firepower directly took the spark away.

"Ah, with this shot, the result is totally different because of the miss! If this shot is hit, even if only one person is taken away, the dictatorial team will fight very well... " Yang Jingzhe said.

But the difference in one second, the difference in one bullet, is the difference in the whole war situation.

At the moment when the spark was killed, Wang Guyi's goodluck suddenly switched his dagger. Under the cover of a flash bomb that Yanchu flew towards the other side of the glass curtain wall, he quickly jumped over the glass curtain wall and landed on the useless side.

Shua, Shua.

The first knife from the back of the brain point in, and then quickly pull out, down pressure, a wipe throat.

"So fast." Yin Ying looks at goodluck from the state of taking the main weapon, suddenly cuts to the dagger light step, and almost feels that goodluck is about to fly.

But his second knife didn't succeed.

You know, before Wang Guyi left the A-level League, he had a chance to win the title. If it wasn't for Sansheng team's unexpected demotion, maybe his name would be on the list now.

In the first cut, he lost 86 points of blood. In the second cut, he just scratched it. He chose to wipe his throat.

There's nothing to do. The M4 on the hand is straight up. A block pushes goodluck back more than ten meters!

"I almost forgot It seems that there is a rumor that all things are useless, but also the God of fighting swords or something? " Yin Ying remembers some rumors, and even some people say that Xie Qingming used to be a professional killer or something and didn't like to leave fingerprints on the keyboard and mouse according to the fact that he used to use tissue in every game.

As a result, Yang couldn't help laughing: "how can he be the God of fighting swords? Looking at his blocking action, I wish I could get away from goodluck's dagger earlier Ah

He is talking and laughing with Yin Ying, and suddenly a prompt appears on the screen, as if to verify his negation of the saying of the God of fighting swords.

Kill goodluck for nothing!

"When?" Yang Jingzhe was in a cold sweat.

He's missing his head.

What's more, it's extremely rare to miss a head on the spot when the perspective is on this battlefield.