Mo Qiong's squad circled around to the side of Carmel Town.
But they were in no hurry to attack. Instead, they watched as wave after wave of allied troops and the town's Blue Team fought to the death.
Incendiary bombs, mortars, and vehicle-mounted rockets flew wildly across the front lines. Not a single building more than two stories high remained visible in the town; most had been blasted into ruins.
Smoke and flames spread inside and outside the town.
Tanks and armored vehicles charged forward in scattered formation. Whenever they encountered an earth wall, they smashed straight through it. Every building in this game could be destroyed.
After one battle, everyone became part of a demolition crew.
Tanks rampaged forward, with soldiers following behind and taking advantage of the momentum to close in. But often, one shell would hit, stripping only the tank's armor while leaving the soldiers behind it either dead or crippled.
"If you like the Sacrifice Playstyle too, charge up with them now. Otherwise, lie down here with me and don't move," the captain said.
It was easy to see that most of those charging forward without fear of death were players who truly didn't fear dying.
Or rather, they were seeking martyrdom. They inched forward with the help of cover, and whenever they caught an opening, they hurled grenades like mad.
Some died before they even reached the defensive line. Stray bullets flew everywhere across the battlefield, and the slightest carelessness could leave someone crippled. The unlucky ones were shot straight in the head.
Others stepped on mines or were hit by shells, ascending to heaven on the spot.
Still, some had incredible luck. Once they saw that they had entered the position, they would leave behind a grenade, pull the pin, then charge into the