My Ares Son-in-Law

If Zhang Yu, the pillar of support, falls, the Red Camp will be like a warship that has lost its direction. It will be completely lost in the stormy waves and may even suffer a devastating disaster.

A glimmer of hope seemed to flash across Jiang Yixue's slightly anxious face. She stood up suddenly, like a traveler who saw a glimpse of light in the darkness, with a hint of luck in her eyes.

She secretly felt lucky that the team's vice-captain, Lao Mao, was quite capable and played a certain role at this critical moment. Otherwise, the game would have been lost miserably and they would have been completely ruined.

However, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, like an unpredictable storm.

Just when Cobra thought he had succeeded and a smug smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen victory waving to him, a crisp and sharp gunshot suddenly rang out like thunder, breaking the brief silence on the battlefield.

Thick white smoke quickly came out of the sensor on the cobra's body. It was particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun. The white smoke was like a long mourning flag, announcing his "death" in this battle.

Cobra's eyes widened with a look of disbelief, his body stiffened there, as if frozen in time.

Zhang Yu glanced at him with disdain, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, and said coldly: "You guys thought of letting a sniper to assassinate." The tone was full of contempt and disdain for the blue team's tactical arrangements.

The next moment, Zhang Yu was quick-witted and decisive, snatching the sniper rifle from Cobra's hand, his movements as agile as a cheetah hunting. He quickly adjusted his posture, carried the rifle steadily on his shoulder, squinted one eye, and accurately aimed at the old cat that was rushing forward aggressively.

At this moment, the old cat was like a reckless bull, rushing towards the Red Army's position without hesitation, not knowing that he had become the prey under Zhang Yu's gun. For Zhang Yu, an experienced sniper, this distance was completely within his control, just like a mathematician facing a simple arithmetic problem.

"Bang!" Another deafening gunshot rang out, like thunder exploding on the battlefield. Instantly, white smoke came out of the sensor on Lao Mao's body. He stopped in astonishment and slowly fell to the ground.

The news that Lao Mao was killed was like a bomb that exploded in the blue team. The blue team members' originally tense nerves completely collapsed, like a group of headless flies, losing their direction and command.

The following battle was a one-sided harvest for the Red Team. With the death of Lao Mao, the Blue Team instantly lost its backbone, the morale of the players was low, and the tactical coordination became chaotic. The Red Team players were like tigers coming down the mountain, with high morale and becoming more and more courageous.

They cooperated tacitly, skillfully used various tactics, and methodically "eliminated" the blue team members one by one. However, in a moment, the blue team members fell one after another, except for Xiao Chen who was lying there pretending to rest but was actually injured, all of them were killed.

At this moment, time on the battlefield seemed to be particularly long and crucial. There were ten minutes left before the end of the game. These ten minutes seemed like a long torture, but for the red team, the dawn of victory was already shining on them.

Three men from the Red Team were killed, but there were still seven left, and their combat power was basically intact, like a battleship that had suffered some minor damage but could still ride the wind and waves.

The blue team lost nine men, and now only one man was left. Their fighting power was almost completely destroyed, like a shaky high-rise building that could collapse at any time. "We won!" Zhao Chunhua was as excited as a child, jumping up excitedly. A lot of the red wine in her hand spilled on her clothes, but she didn't care at all.

Her face was filled with a bright smile and her eyes were shining with joy, as if the whole world was immersed in the joy of victory.

Jiang Yixiu's face was pale, with helplessness and loss written all over her face. She stood there blankly with empty eyes, as if she was still savoring the tragic defeat. She didn't expect that her team would lose so badly.

In that tense and fierce simulated battlefield situation, the noise in the intercom rang in everyone's ears. A burst of angry and unpleasant words exploded like a bomb, scolding and cursing Xiao Chen. The voice was full of anger and accusations through the radio waves, clear and sharp.

"You bastard!" The old cat was obviously extremely angry, and his voice was trembling. "Everyone is fighting hard in the front and all died, but you are just sleeping there leisurely. Do you have any sense of teamwork? We are fighting for our lives, but you are just slacking off here. You are a useless coward!"

Every word Lao Mao said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, fiercely directed at Xiao Chen on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"That's right!" Cobra was also very angry. He held the walkie-talkie tightly, as if Xiao Chen himself was in it.

"I'm so unlucky to be your teammate! We had a great chance of winning this time, but it's all ruined because of a burden like you! I don't know how you got into our team, you're just a rat shit that spoils the whole pot of soup!"

Facing the storm of insults from his teammates, Xiao Chen was taking a nap behind the bunker. His eyes, which were originally slightly closed, slowly opened, and his eyes were like a shooting star in the cold night, cold and with a hint of disdain.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile, as calm as if the scolding of the people around him had nothing to do with him. He spoke calmly, his voice low and clear, revealing a sense of confidence and majesty in this noisy environment:

"You are not worthy of being my teammates. If you were to go to the real battlefield and disobey orders, none of you would survive. You would simply be going to die. Next, I will show you, a bunch of blind guys, what a true god of war is."

After saying that, he raised his hand to turn off the headset, blocking out the ongoing complaints and shouting.

At this moment, Xiao Chen seemed like a different person. He stood up quickly, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He held up his beloved M4 rifle steadily, feeling the heavy texture of the gun. It was a weapon of trust and his partner in battle.

He raised his hand and raised the gun, his movements smooth and natural, as if he had practiced it thousands of times. As his index finger gently pulled the trigger, a crisp "bang" sound instantly cut through the tense atmosphere on the battlefield.

At this time, the red team members were approaching him like hungry wolves. They were very proud and thought victory was just around the corner. However, they did not know that they were completely within Xiao Chen's shooting range. (End of this chapter)