The King of Black Fog

Li Changzhou raised his gun.

"Wait, stop, I mean no harm!" A figure emerged from the fog.

[You have discovered the target: 'King of Black Fog', 'Master']

[Do you wish to initiate a challenge?]

No challenge received.

"King of Black Fog," the other person made a motion to indicate not to act rashly, "we need to survive first. Only by surviving is there hope!"

Li Changzhou glanced at him twice.

This was a man like an iron tower, with arms strong enough to make a baby run. Embedded in these arms were energy test tubes, which under the game's rules, remained at the lowest brightness.

"I hope so." Li Changzhou lowered the barrel of his gun.

"My game name is 'Ultimate Destroyer'. Just call me Destroyer. Black King, what do we do next?" asked the Destroyer.

"Find people."

"Find people?" The Destroyer was a bit curious, "Aren't you afraid of other players challenging you?"

"I can't defend the position alone. If those people want to survive, they'll naturally know how to choose."

"What if they don't know?"

Li Changzhou did not answer.

The two advanced cautiously with their guns across the foggy battlefield, each keeping a watchful eye on the other.

Li Changzhou suddenly turned around, and the Destroyer aimed his gun at him.

When Li Changzhou stared at the ground, the Destroyer also looked down.

A hand clad in a tactical glove, covered in dirt and blood, suddenly stretched out from a loose pit.

"Help, help me....."

Li Changzhou gave a glance at the Destroyer.

The Destroyer grabbed the hand with one hand and pulled the player out like a radish.

"Ha! Ha!" The player knelt down, panting heavily. He didn't seem to be hurt, just simply suffocated.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Li Changzhou.

"Live together? Or choose death?" Li Changzhou pressed a pistol against his forehead.

"...Do I have a choice?"

Li Changzhou put away his gun: "I don't have a choice either."

The three of them continued to search the battlefield, finding six more alive, four disabled and out of combat, two lightly injured but still able to move, all choosing to cooperate temporarily.

They searched for magazines, backup guns, and gathered smoke bombs, flash bombs, and tear gas.

The Destroyer found a light machine gun.

"If only I had this earlier....." The Destroyer laughed twice, extremely confident in himself.

As they walked out of the dense fog fully armed, they saw a steel wall, a steel wall made up of countless tanks.

"Damn!" Everyone was terrified to the extreme.

Li Changzhou quickly jumped into a trench, and his teammates rolled into nearby craters.

A player pressed the radio on his shoulder: "Support! Request support!"

"Sizzle——"

"Damn it!"

"What exactly is the Military Soul? How do you gain the Military Soul's recognition!"

"I've been wounded like this on the battlefield and still can't get recognition?!"

"Of course, the Military Soul recognizes soldiers," Destroyer said calmly, "Who wouldn't get wounded on the battlefield? Stay calm, don't let the tanks get close!"

"So many tanks, how to fight?!"

"Can't fight, can't fight at all, are we just supposed to wait for death?" Li Changzhou bit off the hand grenade pin and threw it.

The hand grenade didn't tumble in the air but shot along the ground like an arrow.

The trigger handle fell off, the striker dropped, hitting the primer.

Boom!

Amidst the explosion, Destroyer gave a thumbs up to Li Changzhou: "Black King, you're a worthy enemy. I believe that even if all players initiate a challenge against you, it would be a fierce battle because you won't give up, and you won't be afraid."

Li Changzhou didn't waste words: "Move."

Destroyer set up the light machine gun and fired madly, the machine gun roaring like a beast, kept firmly under control by him.

"Listen to me!" Destroyer shouted, "Don't think about any damn Military Soul, think about how to survive!"

"Damn it, let's go all out!"

The other three relied on the trenches to counterattack.

Bang!

A player pulled the pin from the hand grenade, just about to throw it, when his left shoulder felt as if it had been pushed hard by someone.

Above the tank convoy, the sniper in the helicopter missed, and the bullet penetrated the player's left shoulder.

The player grinned, using the motion to throw the hand grenade.

Blood flowed from the wound, mixed with the mud on him, turning dark red.

"Knock one down and it's a win! Kill two and it's a profit!" The player completely forgot about life and death, taking out another hand grenade.

Bam!

With a muffled gunshot, the hand grenade rolled away, the player's arm shattered, blood spurted like a column.

Powerless, he struggled to lean his body against the pit wall.

This player barely managed to hold two grenades with his left hand, his thumb through the safety pins.

"Wait for them to come, when the tracks roll over my body, give them two," his pained face stretched into an excited smile.

He disappeared from the pit.

The Military Soul recognized him.

"Damn it!!" Another player was even more anxious, "Why hasn't it recognized me yet?!"

Bam!

The sniper's bullet shattered his head.

On the battlefield, only Li Changzhou, Destroyer, and another player remained.

The three of them, their faces resolute, kept firing, continuously destroying tank tracks, using anti-tank grenades to blow these monsters to a halt.

Ratatat...

The hot barrel of the light machine gun stopped rotating.

Destroyer hid in the pit, shouting: "Black King, I'm out of ammo!"

"Me too!" another player shouted.

Li Changzhou also shrank back into the pit, glancing at his ammo pouches, which were empty.

"Same here!" he replied.

"Hahaha!" Destroyer laughed loudly, "Looks like we're doomed! Never thought I'd die on such a low-level hot weapon battlefield!"

"It's not over yet."

Destroyer stopped laughing and asked, "You still have a plan?"

Even he held his breath at this moment, longing for hope from Li Changzhou.

The other man didn't move at all, as if moving would blow away hope like dust by the airflow of his own motion.

Accompanied by a faint clicking sound, the voice of the King of Black Fog was heard.

"Fix bayonets."

"..."

After a moment of shock, Destroyer burst into laughter, mounting a bayonet on his rifle while shouting: "Long live the King of Black Fog!"

The other person murmured: "...Are we insane?"

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

The two simultaneously leaped out of the pit.

Before them, three meters away, was the convoy of tanks riding side by side like an iron flood.

"Ah!!" Destroyer roared, spit flying.

Li Changzhou pressed his lips tightly, his gaze sharp as a knife.

They charged out like mad dogs.

Boom!

With the powerful recoil, a tank slightly reared back.

An M449 type cluster munition, each shell containing 60 M43A1 bullets, swarmed towards the two of them like a swarm.

Just as the bullet heads almost seared their skin, they suddenly vanished.

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Li Changzhou swung the bayonet in his hand suddenly, only to find himself returned to the bubble.

Taking a deep breath, the murderous aura in his eyes calmed like boiling water cooling down.

[Please wait for the end of the second stage]

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He floated in the bubble, quietly soothing his emotions.