Chapter 754 "Today, Look at the French with New Eyes!"

American players amassed in the south, loading their guns behind a simple cover, ready for battle.

In the north, Mexican players took the lead in approaching the battlefield.

Here, dozens of American players were waving their arms from a distance and shouting, "Hurry up! Go straight to the west! They need people there!"

On the frontmost armored personnel carrier of the Mexican players, Santos leaned out the side window, waved his hand, and replied in Spanish:

"What are you saying? Speak louder, I can't hear!"

–America has a unique situation; except for Brazil speaking Portuguese, the rest basically speak Spanish.

The American player anxiously said, "West! West! The defensive line there needs you!"

"What— are— you— saying—"

"West!! Side!!"

The distance between both sides had closed to a hundred meters.

"Ah! You said west huh? What's going on there?" Santos shouted.

"Enemies are coming from the west!"

"Enemies? Where?"

"West! Middle Eastern players are coming!"