Chapter 79

"Shit... Where did these people come from?"

Standing on the ruins of the broken wall, Yu's hand held a single telescope wrapped with adhesive tape and looked at the direction of the construction site not far away.

There were three or five people carrying stones and hardened cement blocks in trolleys.

They move very fast and won't stay here much. They shovel enough for a truck and leave.

He wanted to break his head and didn't understand where those people came from, and built a stronghold under their eyelids.

In his impression, Linghu Wetland Park is clearly a barren forest where birds don't shit, and there is a deserted sanatorium in the middle of the forest.

Except for some birds, animals, insects and snakes, even hyenas don't look up to their prey.

But it doesn't matter.

Those large and small shelters are like cockroach eggs, and a batch of them will emerge every three or five times. All he needs to think about is how to eat the fat sheep.

"Boss, when shall we do it?"

Standing next to him was a man with a bandage around his left eye. There were more than ten knife marks on his chest, which looked like a centipede.

At least half of them were left in the fight, and the other half were secretly scratched by him with a knife.

"It's not urgent. We're just investigating now. It's not time to attack."

He handed the binoculars to his colleagues standing aside.

Unlike badger, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, he won't underestimate the enemy.

Even if the other party has only three or five people and doesn't even have a gun in his hand, he will carefully observe for a long time. After confirming that there is no danger, he will surprise and launch a rapid raid to try to defeat the enemy with one move and make the other party lose the ability of resistance in the shortest time.

"Why don't we send some slaves to rush over and test? They've been carrying stones all morning... I'm afraid they'll carry stones back to reinforce the bunker."

A hunchback man with a steel helmet on his head approached him and whispered.

He has a big shovel hanging from his back.

If you look closely, the shovel not only opens the blade, but also has serrations. Behind the tube hole, it is connected with a simple gearbox structure - a smooth bore gun filled with the back of the rod.

He thought for a moment and nodded.

"Good."

"Find some cannon fodder to explore their reality."

There are many prisoners in the dungeons of the bloody hand clan. These slaves are not only their playthings, but also captive animals. At the same time, they are also used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

For the animals and cannon fodder, the predators of the bloody hand clan usually don't give them food specially. Instead, they lock them in the collapsed waterway in the lower half, pour a bucket of swill regularly, let them fight with mutant cockroaches and mice, endure the torture of mosquitoes, fungi and viruses all day, and keep them in captivity like raising insects.

Until their human nature was destroyed, completely crazy and reduced to animals dominated by instinct, some of them were selected and given sticks and daggers, and promised that as long as they captured the stronghold, they would be allowed to join the carnival after the war and accept them as companions.

Call it the baptism of blood.

He sent one of his men back, while the others waited in place.

On the other side, the long square in the uncompleted residential building near the abandoned construction site frowned as he stared at the cart going away outside.

Lao Bai, squatting at the door, couldn't help but ask.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"

The chief replied impatiently.

"Don't ask me, ask night ten."

Night ten is also a sad expression.

"No... I can't feel it. There are two mutant cockroaches in the basement. Are you going to clear the strange?"

The wind shook his head.

"No need."

Fangchang bit the nail plate of his thumb and fell into meditation.

"The other party is more cunning than we thought. I'm sure they've found the construction site, but they're not in a hurry... What are these people waiting for?"

According to his assumption, the marauders should have been staring here long ago, and they will certainly not let go of the brick porters who don't even have weapons.

Even if it's for revenge, it must be a wave!

So, the cattle and horses team ambushed near here, using the players who moved bricks as bait, ready to wait for a wave.

But I don't know why.

Yesterday they squatted here all day, and today they came early in the morning. As a result, the other party seemed blind and indifferent to the movement on the abandoned construction site.

"Could it be that they didn't find it here?" asked the wind.

"No way! As long as they are not blind, they can't find here!" said the chief firmly.

While he was talking, the night ten closest to the window suddenly became alert and raised his right fist.

"Shh, don't make any noise... There seems to be something moving around here."

The three men immediately quieted down.

As time went by, not only did they hear the footsteps at night, but even the leader heard them.

The four exchanged views tacitly, moved carefully against the wall, and walked around to the window on the other side of the uncompleted residential building.

Not far from them, downstairs, six topless men were leaning carefully against the wall behind another uncompleted residential building along the narrow alley.

They are not only dressed in rags, but also have a variety of weapons in their hands.

There are rusty machetes, wooden sticks with nails, and saws wrapped around baseball bats with wire. It looks like a lot of waste soil.

But these are all cold weapons, not a gun!

Judging from the course of action of these looters, they should be planning to walk along the alleys between uncompleted residential buildings to the gate of the construction site, wait for the survivors of the next wave of stone transportation to come, suddenly kill them, and take those brick movers by surprise.

However, they did not realize that their plans had already been predicted.

When Fang Chang was happy, he took out an arrow and put it on the string. At the same time, he gave his teammates an excited and positive look.

Lao Bai immediately understood and clenched the javelin in his hand.

Night ten and the strong wind took out the burning bottle and lit it with a match.

"Three... Two... One, open the group!"

"Fuck them!"

With the order of elder brother Fang, javelin, bow and arrow and burning bottle smashed down from the window on the third floor, killing the group of marauders by surprise.

The worst thing was that the strong man in front of him was stabbed a big hole in his chest by a javelin, like a vented ball. He propped his legs for a while, and fell back into the fire without saying a word.

Another predator took an arrow in his arm. The problem was not big, but soon another arrow went straight into his mouth.

The marauders downstairs were thrown into a mess by weapons falling from the sky, yelling and shouting, and their morale was obviously shaken.

But thinking of the miserable end after the escape and the oral promises of those people, they still howled, overcame their fear, and rushed into the uncompleted residential building in front of them with arrows and javelins falling from the sky.

After a while, however, they learned what a real nightmare is.

These players don't talk about martial ethics at all. They can think of any fancy operations.

I rushed to the second floor, only one staircase from the third floor.

Before they issued the cry of charging, a smoking can rolled down upstairs

Less than two seconds later, a bang echoed in the corridor.

The white smoke exploded in an instant, and the pungent smell of gunpowder wrapped the metal and iron pieces, whizzing and flying in the narrow corridor, a hell on earth!

The smoke hasn't completely dissipated.

The marauders who were still alive a second ago lay on the ground wailing.

The most miserable man can't even cry. Half of his body is blurred with blood and flesh, and only his legs are still twitching.

"Sleeping trough... This, this thing is so powerful?"

Holding the javelin in both hands, Lao Bai, who was about to rush, was stunned at the entrance of the stairs and looked at the situation inside. The whole person was stupid.

"Nonsense, you don't think about how much gunpowder you put in."

The chief pushed him on the shoulder.

"Don't stand silly and tie people up quickly..."

A little later, the corpse lying on the ground would be dead.

Even if these marauders end up hanging on the gallows of justice, they have to wait until they get the reward!

……

Hundreds of meters away.

The explosion in the building came from afar.

Standing on the ruins with a single telescope, his face gradually became heavy.

Although he could not see the situation there from the moment when the cannon fodder rushed into the building, he could guess something without seeing it with his own eyes.

It was exactly what he thought.

The whole construction site is a trap set by those blue coats!

They deliberately sent people to carry stones. On the surface, they were unprepared and harmless to people and animals. In fact, they sent people to ambush around.

How cunning!

"Boss, what shall we do now?" the man with a scar on his chest asked anxiously.

Yu's calm face didn't speak, the scar man continued.

"I suggest you just kill it!"

"They use bows, arrows and javelins, and they expose their position! We have so many guns, why should we be afraid of them!"

The hunchback man looked at him and said contemptuously.

"Are you deaf? The explosion just now was false? They obviously put people in and killed them! Who knows how much else is hidden in it."

"What do you say? Everyone else is in the north. Let's work here? I think we should either wash them or go to the north. Now if we are lucky, we can catch two fat sheep walking to the East. When the snow rises, we really have nothing!"

Dry consumption is unrealistic.

It is clear that brothers also need booty for the winter. No one wants to be hungry and cold.

But it's not realistic to leave it here and go north.

The leader threw this fat meat to him to eat, which is an affirmation of his loyalty, trust and reward. The leader would not spare himself if he messed up the matter like the fool called badger.

"Wait."

Hearing the boss's words, scar man was stunned and couldn't help asking.

"... when shall we wait? It's already noon."

"In the evening, when they get into bed," he said, looking at the thin man next to him with a gloomy face. "Go back again, bring ten fast slaves, and prepare some burning bottles and needles."

"The rest rest rest rest on the spot and get enough energy."

"Wait until midnight and surprise them!"

……

The north gate of the outpost.

In the envious eyes of all the players, the cattle and horse team escorted three prisoners tied hands and feet back from the direction of the construction site.

In addition to the three prisoners, there were three dead people stuffed on the cart.

One of them was covered in flesh and blood by the bomb, and the other two were simply charred and smelled bad.

"Gutter! Gutter!"

"It's really a hard core game! But I don't know why. I dare not kill a fish in reality. It seems that I don't panic when I see blood here?"

"Maybe this is the next generation technology based on the principle of dream interference. Visual filter? Emotional passivation? I don't understand."

"Big man, awesome! This is killing a team."

"I have nothing to say except cattle!"

He heard the news from a distance. Chu Guang went to the north gate and looked at the prisoners and bodies pressed back by the cattle and horses team. His face was also full of surprise.

The team of four worked and the team of six turned out to be OK.

These little players have something!

However, the shock lasted for two seconds. Chu Guang approached and looked at it. He soon understood what was going on.

These six people are not real predators. They can't find bone tools to symbolize their identity. On the contrary, words are engraved on their faces or foreheads.

"... badger?"

Although there are a few wrong strokes, it should be reading the word.

Not surprisingly, these prisoners were slaves of the blood hand clan.

But so what?

The accomplice of the criminal is also a criminal. Since he took up arms, he must have realized it.

After confirming the identity of each of them, Chu Guang didn't say anything superfluous. He took out a bag of silver coins from his pocket and handed them to Fang Chang.

Facing these happy little players, Chu Guang nodded and said with encouragement.

"The shelter will remember your contribution. Here are 106 silver coins and 5 copper coins. In addition, there are a total of 1200 contributions. Each of you will get 300 points equally."

"Now, send these criminals to the gallows of justice."

"Death will forgive them!"