Chapter 679: Chapter 646 “British-Indian Friendship”
“What the hell??”
Seeing the commander suddenly disappear on the spot, the American players were both shocked and angry.
“Did they disconnect at this time?”
Their first reaction, of course, was a problem with the internet.
After all, it is normal for the internet to be unstable when connecting to Cloud Dream’s server from America.
But after a full 5 minutes, with one of the last two lines of defense becoming precarious, Eika still hadn’t logged back in.
The other two commanders finally accepted the reality that he might not appear again today.
Eika was terrified at the moment.
Although with his ten million fans’ popularity and him being 100% sure he didn’t stash any bombs or engage in terrorism, what’s happening now must be a misunderstanding.
But having three FBI agents break into your home, pointing a gun at your head, which black man wouldn’t be afraid?
All he could think of right now was to pray to God to let him safely escape this ordeal.
As for the outcome of the competition?
Who would care about that now!
…
The already hard-to-defend American players now found themselves suddenly short of a commander.
With no choice, a temporary commander stepped up to take on the task.
But this temporary commander’s ability was obviously not enough, and the line of defense he was responsible for quickly became the first to be broken through.
The last line of defense couldn’t hold out much longer; the Syrian and Iraqi players charged fearlessly, not caring about their losses.
Only 15 minutes after Eika disconnected, the final defense line was officially breached.
The remaining American players in the position faced a widespread cleanup by the Syrian and Iraqi players.
Mountainous terrain does indeed make it easier to defend than attack.
But there is also a downside: once the defensive line is broken, there is nowhere for the defenders to flee except to share the same fate as their positions.
Another 10 minutes passed, and all American players inside the position were wiped out.
The 238 players who fled outside the position became the last hope.
But the Syrian and Iraqi players showed no signs of stopping. They abandoned the excellent defensive position and launched an all-out attack, pursuing the remaining American players all over the field.
They were determined to personally eliminate them from the game.
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Another focal point on the Eastern Battlefield was the collision between British and Indian players.
However, their collision was not with bullets but with words.
The two sides initially encountered each other while searching for the Nuclear Bomb Controller.
More precisely, it was a British recon player who discovered the Indian players while searching for the Nuclear Bomb Controller.
Bizarrely, the Indian players’ army of a thousand had no recon soldiers.
There were many players who ran faster and were further away from the main force, but that was because they had no collective concept, and the main force was always scattered.
Even if they saw foreign players, they would only shout out, not having any concept of “gathering information.”
Looking down from the sky, the entire Indian players’ “formation” looked like a spread-out pancake.
Even the pancake wasn’t spread evenly…
But that didn’t affect their combat capability.
At least that’s what they believed.
After encountering the British players, both sides cautiously refrained from opening fire.
Although the British players didn’t hold the Indians in high regard, the National Warfare points leaderboard showed the British Empire as T3 first, and India as T3 second.
No matter the reason, with the scores in place, at least some caution was necessary.
As for the Indian players—
“Ah! A worthy opponent!”
Compounded by their complex historical relationship, the two sides reached an alliance without firing a single shot.
This was much smoother than the hard-fought alliance between Austria and Hungary.
“Is this… forming an alliance??”
“Are you kidding?”
“Where’s your pride??”
…
The live broadcast room’s comments were instantly flooded with various question marks.
Obviously, this development was a letdown for the players from Daxia and the live streaming audience who were looking forward to a great battle between the two sides.
In the eyes of the Daxia players, their own country had been colonized for so long, their people enslaved, and countless resources and wealth plundered. Even after gaining independence, they had to pay a bloody price due to the cunning schemes of the other side during the process.
Even now, they still have to face complicated geopolitical issues.
No matter how you look at it, it’s a deep-seated hatred, isn’t it?
Even if they didn’t happen to meet, they should be looking for each other all over the world to kill them!
But the Indian players seem to have no intention of doing so and calmly form an alliance with the British players.
However, forming an alliance doesn’t mean the two sides get along well.
— It’s just that they didn’t start fighting directly.
In fact, disputes and conflicts between the two sides have never ceased. Indian players constantly offer “suggestions” to the British players, trying to show their importance in the alliance.
In the eyes of Indian players, “if it weren’t for our lack of command, we would have taken over your leadership long ago!”
Can the British players endure this?
Many of them couldn’t help but retort immediately: “You guys? Thirty years ago, your generals were still taught by us!”
“Isn’t that all in the past?”
Indian players are full of confidence, “Just wait and see. Our India will soon become a world power with a significant presence! Sooner or later, it will be us leading you! Maybe by then, your Prime Minister will be Indian!”
“You motherf**ker!” The British players couldn’t hold it any longer.
They could take the previous statements as a joke, but the last sentence was seen by British players as downright disgusting!
Would the great British Empire let an Indian become Prime Minister, leading their country?
It’s nauseating just thinking about it!
If they didn’t use the dirtiest and fiercest words to fight back, they would be letting down their identity as British people!
Are the Indian players easy to provoke?
Of course, they immediately retaliate without any fear, skillfully using body language to strengthen their expressive effects.
As a result, both sides quickly fell into a fierce war of words. Many players were swearing at each other with a torrent of foul language.
During this process, there is one thing that makes the British players very uncomfortable: they have to endure double the amount of cursing in the war of words.
Cloud Dream’s real-time translation system indeed helps countless players in the virtual world overcome language barriers.
However, the system is not flawless.
Just like now: in the default system settings, British players speak English, and at this point, Indian players also speak English.
This is the same language!
So to save computing power, the real-time translation feature automatically goes into sleep mode.
But for British players, this bloody thing isn’t the same language at all!
What we speak is indeed English, but what the other side is speaking definitely isn’t English! It’s curry language! The curry flavor is too strong!
Especially when the speaking speed is fast, it’s difficult to hear clearly.
Having no other choice, they can only manually turn on the real-time translation. As a result, they need to hear the swearing twice—
Once in curry language and once in standard English.
This makes them even more furious! Naturally, their swearing becomes more aggressive.
But the strange thing is that even after swearing to this extent, the two sides haven’t started fighting.
The director also finds it quite absurd, so he switches the main camera over.
However, after a short while, he suddenly feels that something is not quite right with this scene— he can’t quite put his finger on what’s wrong, but his instinct tells him there’s a problem, so he quickly switches the camera away again.
Only the recon soldier from Daxia is left holding a telescope, watching this dramatic scene from a distance and muttering:
“Stop arguing! You guys won’t die from arguing like this…”