Chapter Eight: Six-barrelled tranquility, depleted uranium bullets, Gatling of great compassion!
Usually, if a streamer performs some entertainingly silly actions, it's most likely intentional because it creates a good show and attracts more attention.
At first, PDD and others who were watching the live stream thought the same. They secretly discussed in the streamer group chat how Little Sister Dai's streaming skills had improved.
However, they couldn't be more wrong; they had overestimated Little Sister Dai.
She was not intentionally making those moves!
Being pinned down by enemies and rubbed on the ground was completely unexpected!
These enemies were unlike any encountered in previous shooting games.
They were simply godlike super sharpshooters!
At first, she did indeed intend to expose herself deliberately, hoping the enemies would notice and she could gallantly take them out.
Then, Little Sister Dai died more than eight times within five minutes!
Frustrated, she even learned the operation of picking up grenades and throwing them back.
"Enemies on the second floor at the nine o'clock position!"
"Enemies on the first floor at the two o'clock position!"
In her ears, the sound of Price reporting the situation in the battle constantly echoed.
Little Sister Dai was extremely nervous. What did 'nine o'clock position' even mean?
In CrossFire, teammates would directly report the position.
Even Eggplant, who was a professional CS player, felt his scalp tingling from the constant reporting.
It was too intense; this situation was even more intense than facing twelve people at A University, and their brains couldn't keep up.
However, this once again indirectly confirmed how amazing this game was.
No matter if you were a rookie or an experienced player, once you entered the battlefield, you were just a little piece of trash!
And this was only the first level; fundamentally, it was just a training level...
It was hard to imagine how intense a real battle would be for the first time.
At this moment, Little Sister Dai was hiding behind cover, changing the submachine gun's magazine, with bullets flying over her head at any moment.
She could even hear the sound of bullets cutting through the air.
Beside her, Price peeked out from behind cover, raised his hand, and shot a flashlight on top of the control room tower.
Then, grabbing the headset, he said, "Hammer, we've been spotted, request helicopter fire support!"
"The first-floor enemy has been cleared out, and no anti-air heavy weapons have been found on the second-floor position!"
"Received, B6, we'll provide cover."
After that, Price looked at Little Sister Dai and said, "We'll cover you, retreat to the front deck, and use the machine gun on the helicopter to strafe!"
"Huh?"
Before Little Sister Dai could react, Price shouted to Gates, "Gates! Flashbang cover!"
"Received, throwing a flash!"
After saying that, Price completely ignored Little Sister Dai and, along with Gates, threw a flashbang each.
Boom!
Two explosions in the air caused the enemy's firepower to pause for a few seconds.
Little Sister Dai blinked, "Oh right, the helicopter, I remember how to get to the front deck."
Her mind was completely blank at the moment, and she subconsciously followed Price's command.
Taking advantage of the enemy's temporary halt in firing, Little Sister Dai gritted her teeth, ran out from behind cover, and dashed towards the front deck.
The front deck, where they came from, had the HH60 Black Hawk helicopter hovering about a meter away from the deck.
Seeing Little Sister Dai running over, the voice of the pilot sounded in her ears, "Jump over! Deploy the right-side machine gun!"
Hearing this, Little Sister Dai took a running start and leaped, landing back in the rear cabin.
On both sides of the Black Hawk were 7.62mm six-barrel Gatling machine guns. Little Sister Dai squatted in the cabin, grabbed the machine gun, and stabilized herself.
Immediately, the helicopter turned its head and flew low along the right side of the cargo ship.
When the viewers saw what Little Sister Dai was holding in her arms, their adrenaline surged even more!
"Oh my god, the big guy! Six-barrel Gatling!"
"Six-barrel tranquility, depleted uranium bullets, Gatling of great compassion!!"
"I'm sure, this level is a training level for familiarizing with various operations."
"I'm impressed, Sister A is on a rampage! Wipe them out!"
"I'm not watching anymore, I'm going to download this game, I must play it!"
The hydraulic-driven Gatling machine gun was very easy to operate and had no significant recoil when fixed on the aircraft.
Squatting in the firing position behind the machine gun, Little Sister Dai looked down and immediately understood how to use it.
With both hands gripping the handles and thumbs on the buttons, the left hand was the standby button, which, when pressed, would spin the barrel rapidly within three seconds.
The right hand was the trigger; holding it down would fire the gun.
Flying low over the sea surface for a while, the helicopter found its position and immediately pulled up its nose to take off.
Then, it turned its head so that Little Sister Dai could aim at the second-floor control room.
Two seconds later, when the enemies in the control room finally noticed something was wrong and turned their heads to look over.
Price shouted from below, "Fire!"
"In position, fire!" the pilot also commanded.
"Dai Dai, fire!" Even Zhou Jie, who was watching the live broadcast, stood up excitedly, shouting at the top of her lungs.
Little Sister Dai immediately squeezed the trigger.
Buzz...
The flames soared, and the Gatling gun, with a maximum firing rate of six thousand rounds per minute, erupted with scorching fireworks from the muzzle.
Although it didn't have as strong a recoil as the mounted M2 Browning, the feedback was still very strong.
Even though both hands were gripping the handles tightly, Little Sister Dai still felt her arms shaking violently.
"Ah!!!"
Bullets poured out, and the brass shells rained down like raindrops.
Boom!
With an explosion, something in the control room tower on one side exploded violently.
Flames and shockwaves rushed towards them, and the scorching flame mixed with the smell of burning, making Little Sister Dai feel extremely excited.
At that moment, she realized!
The anger from being continuously killed by the enemies ten times in a row just now rushed to her head, and it all turned into bullets spraying out.
Boom!
Suddenly, another thunder flashed on the distant sea surface, and the deafening thunder made her scalp numb.
This Gatling seemed to have a kind of magic. Once you grabbed it, you didn't want to let go.
After a frenzied sweep, when the entire tower was torn apart, Little Sister Dai finally released the trigger.
"Wow~ you're violent."
"Let's go back to the cargo ship; the captain is waiting."
The pilot turned his head, looked at the ruins beneath them, shook his head, and hovered the helicopter over a container.
Little Sister Dai finally let out her frustration, shouting, and climbed up, staggering, to jump down.
When she landed, the pilot said again, "B6, ground threats have been cleared, and the warehouse cannot provide support. You'll have to rely on yourselves."
Price supported Little Sister Dai, who was almost unable to stand steadily, and looked at her, asking, "Had fun?"
Little Sister Dai nodded vigorously, her hands still trembling, and her blood rushing to her head, "Super fun!"
With a smirk, Price replied to the helicopter:
"Received, standby for aerial support. We'll be up there shortly."