Since Fang Ming had climbed out from the upper hatch to look at the surroundings, when the turret was blown away, Fang Ming's arm was resting on the hatch entrance, and went flying along with the turret.
In the overturned view.
The Imperial tanks were charging in, kicking up endless dust.
Bang!
The turret hit the ground with a dull thud, and the scene went pitch black.
"Hiss—"
Appearing on the main interface, Fang Ming belatedly took a cold breath and touched his own body:
"Dying like this, is it really that outrageous?"
In the live stream, the comment section was scrolling rapidly.
[To be honest, your two ways of dying could make a video compilation.]
[Getting killed by a one-handed cyclist and by a flying tank turret, insane!]
[Wait, guys, something's off!]
[What's off?]
[Could this be Zhao the old rogue's new player torture method?!]
[....]
[....]
[Holy crap? Don't say it! But really, don't say it?!]
