[History+Fourth Natural Disaster+Group Portraits]
The number one FPS guy with millions of live broadcasts threatened to clear the Japanese headquarters in three hours.
Being pinned down in the trench by a sniper and shot in the head sixteen times, I felt so much pain that I cried for my father and my mother, and my pants were soaked through.
The squad leader's legs were blown off, so he put the hot Czech penis into his hand: "Mawazi, kill a few more for me..."
Ma Dachui closed his playful smile in the live broadcast room, hung up eight grenades, and rushed towards the tank:
"Taijun! I am here to bring you warmth!!"
The rich second generation held up the silver dollar and trembled amidst the sound of gunfire and said: You protect me, no matter how much money you have.
Zhang Tiezhu slapped his palm into the muddy water, and the silver coins jingled and rolled all over the floor: "You fucking think this is a Shanghai Beach Dance Hall?"
Later, the company commander who had scolded him blocked the bomb with his body, and his back was flattened. He vomited blood and laughed at him: "Stand straight... Straighten your back..."
Zhao Zilong got up without picking up a single silver dollar. He rushed in with his gun and caught the bayonet with his chest.
"Brother Ma... I'm not a waste... Right..."
A retired special forces soldier entered the game review and did a CQB tactical roll - he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
(A malnourished body cannot perform modern special movements)
He watched the martyrs sacrifice their lives with their bodies, carry tanks, and put away all their tactical arrogance.
Leading hundreds of players into formation, drew their swords, and stood at attention:
"Children of China, it's up to us to stop the bullets today."
Behind the scenes, Qi Tian took a sip of tea and whispered to himself:
"This prosperous age should be as you wish."
