Chapter 91

Eleven in the evening.

The heavy snow stopped for a while.

In the dark, players with weapons on their backs scattered in an arc in the forest, digging foxholes and simple trenches on the ground with shovels.

"Exciting! Not long after I first entered the game, there were two waves of group Warfare!"

"Don't rob me later. I'll kill ten!"

"Gan, I have to stay away from you. Don't count on me at that time."

"Am I that kind of person!"

"Who knows."

No one panicked, only excited like a stimulant.

The game is real. The atmosphere is too good.

It's like a real war!

The rustle in the woods obscured the whispering of players' low voices.

Armed Chu Guang stood with a hammer, his hands folded at the end of the hammer handle, and his dark pupils stared at the north.

He's gambling.

Gambling Hain stood on the side of interests, and successfully persuaded the leader of the blood hand clan to lure him to march at night, and divided some troops to the Northwest River.

Of course, Chuguang also prepared for the worst, that is, Hain stood on the moral side and chose to help his former trading partners, so he would have to face the main force of the bloody hand clan.

It will be a bitter battle of equal strength.

But he was not worried.

Even if you change one, you'll earn more on your side.

At this time, a player of perception Department ran from a distance, stood in front of Chu Guang and reported excitedly.

"Dear manager, the people of the blood hand clan have left the camp and are moving in our direction!"

Chu Guang was delighted.

However, he did not show his emotion on his face, but straightened his expression.

"Have the props been arranged?"

"It has been arranged!"

"Good, give me orders, and the teams will act according to the plan!"

"Yes!"

The player stands at attention, sticks his right fist to his chest and goes excitedly.

Thinking of those "props" to be nearby, he was very excited.

This is too exciting!

……

North Gate of Wetland Park.

There was a dark crowd standing.

Most of them wear animal skin coats, and their key parts are bound with self-made metal, wood or leather protectors. Blood red patterns are tattooed on their arms, neck and face, and the weapons in their hands are diverse.

Although both temperament and dress look like a miscellaneous army composed of hooligans, in fact, their combat effectiveness is not as weak as they seem.

Everyone here is an experienced veteran and the elite of the blood hand clan!

Wearing heavy armor, the bear rode on the back of a rhinoceros with a nose ring, carried a double barreled shotgun in his hand, and squinted at the dark forest.

At the entrance of the forest, there was a sign with a skeleton on it, which was written in scrawl——

[private territory is strictly prohibited. If you offend, you will bear the consequences.]

The corner of his mouth tilted a funny arc, and the bear gave a look to the next minion.

The Marauder understood, immediately came forward with an axe, raised his hand and swung it, splitting the brand obliquely in two.

"Let us bring destruction to their heads!"

"Everyone, move forward!"

The bear laughed heartily. With a wave of Pu fan's hand, he kicked the mutant rhinoceros under his heel and walked in front of the team.

The rhinoceros began to move forward with heavy steps. At the same time, the 55 marauders who followed him also pressed forward under the leadership of five centurions.

At this time, the bear's heart moved and called his confidant who followed him.

The man's name is "Ma", with a horse face and a body length of 1.9 meters. He is a long way higher than the surrounding minions. He is the bravest ten captain under his command.

The Bear looked down at him and ordered.

"Lead your men to the West and attack the brick kilns by the river. Catch the prisoners you can catch, and drive to the south if you can't catch. We'll wait for you there."

The horse took command with both hands.

"Yes!"

After saying that, the ten husband filament was unambiguous, and immediately took his ten subordinates and stepped up to the West.

Eleven.

It's more than enough to raid a camp at night.

Then the Bear looked at the rest of his men with a cruel smile on his face.

"Let's go south."

"Go ahead and wait for them!"

……

Although the heavy snow stopped for a while, the cold in the forest did not dissipate, especially the rustle made by the north wind blowing through the forest, which always makes people nervous.

The horse did not dare to be careless about the orders given by the leader himself. While moving quickly towards the river in the west, he was careful to guard against the threat in the forest.

Fortunately.

There is no ambush here.

Perhaps, as the merchant said, these savage survivors were holding their open-air meeting in the camp, unaware that death was approaching.

Swaying campfires can already be seen at the edge of the forest.

A line of marauders quickened their pace and moved quickly in the direction of the light.

Soon, they found a row of shacks built along the river in the southwest of the river.

The door of the shack was covered with plastic cloth, but the people inside could not be seen, but there were axes and shovels at the door.

In the middle of the shack was a fire surrounded by stones, surrounded by some bones that had just been gnawed.

Looking at the camp in front of him, a cruel smile gradually appeared on the horse's face, loaded the iron tube rifle in his hand, and inserted a bayonet in the slot under the barrel.

"After a while, we quietly touch in and keep quiet."

"Don't use a gun. Try not to use it."

"If anyone resists, stab him directly!"

At the command of the leader, the marauders either fitted bayonets to the barrel of the gun, or pulled out close combat weapons such as nails, hammers and short spears from their waist, ready to kill the enemy in their sleep.

A group of people approached quietly and entered the camp silently. They had a tacit understanding that they were a shack, one left and one right controlling the door.

Seeing that all the shacks were controlled, the horse raised his right fist and made an action gesture. A group of people started together and opened the door curtain of the shack with bayonets——

then.

Everyone was stunned.

There's nothing in it.

No, not at all.

In almost every shack, there was an iron bucket covered with wood tar.

"Spread out!"

The horse's face changed wildly. He shouted the first to react.

However, it is still a step slower after all.

About a dozen flames, like locusts, flew from the other side of the river and landed in the camp one after another.

The plastic cloth on the shack was ignited by the fire, and instantly shrunk into burning oil droplets, which fell, and then lit the iron bucket wrapped in wood tar and the gunpowder in the iron bucket.

Boom!!!

The chain reaction induced explosions raged in the camp one after another. As soon as the fleeing marauders escaped, they swallowed them with the smoke of iron sheets and the light of explosion.

Two marauders were killed on the spot!

The remaining nine are still wounded!

One unlucky man was lit by the gradually coming fire oil, fell to the ground and rolled wildly, with wolf crying and ghost howling in his mouth.

The scream became weaker and weaker, and soon there was no sound.

Seeing the miserable appearance of his subordinates, in the twinkling of an eye, another reduction was made. The horse's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to bite his teeth and roared.

"You cowards! What ability is a sneak attack!"

"Like a man, come out and fight with me!"

"Cough -"

The smoke choked my throat.

Ignoring the flesh and blood behind him, he buried his head and drilled out thick smoke. His rifle fired one after another towards the other bank of the river.

Bang -!

The light of the fire flickered and the gunfire raged.

The other marauders also fought back in the direction of the bow and arrow. However, they fired more than a dozen shots, but they didn't even see one. They only looked at the arrows swishing overhead.

Morale began to shake.

Not only the horse panicked, but all his men panicked and began to fight and retreat.

At this time, the players lying in ambush on their west side were excited to brush their hands and kill them as soon as the time came.

"Urgent! Urgent! Hahaha, they are urgent!"

"Elite strange cripple! Suspected Centurion!"

"Sleeping trough, Centurion! Rush! Brothers, catch alive!"

"The will to trap!"

"Life and death!"

"Long live demacia!"

"For crow's mushroom soup!"

The players yelled excitedly and killed them from the nearby trees. None of their ancestral skills is the same.

At the same time, the players supporting the other side of the river also stopped archery, pulled out shovels, axes and sickles, waded through the ankle deep shoal, cooperated with the friendly forces to launch a siege towards the other side and joined the carnival.

People everywhere!

Gunshots, footsteps and shouts of killing rang out all over the place. Under the cover of the night, it was like a tide. I didn't know how many people there were, let alone where they came from.

The predators who had just emerged from the fire and rushed into the forest felt that their eyes were smeared with ink and could see nothing.

The horse struggled to hang the jammed casing, ejected the jammed cartridge case, and shouted at his subordinates.

"Retreat! Retreat south!"

A trace of reason in his heart told Ma that their only way to live now was to join the big army in the south.

However.

What even he can think of, someone can't think of?

The line of defense against the large forces is in the south. If he runs north through the burning camp, he still has a way to live. Running south is almost equivalent to rushing into the trench with his face!

Just when Ma and his subordinates were beaten head-on, the elite of the bloody hand clan marching towards the outpost also heard the explosion from the northwest side.

"What happened?"

"It seems to come from the brick kiln by the river..."

"It's hard. Is something wrong with the horses?"

"No, it's a horse... I saw his hand tear a gnawing eater!"

The marauders looked at each other and whispered.

Intuition told them that there was something wrong with the five explosions in a row.

The bear frowned and looked to the northwest, looking startled and uncertain.

Ma is his confidant. He knows very well that none of his men's equipment can make such a sound.

In this way, there is only one possibility!

"Damn it! Everyone move northwest!" the bear was angry and anxious, kicking the mutant rhinoceros in the abdomen and urging it to roar.

"Run!"

"Come on!"

The death of badgers and cattles is not enough to hurt him, but if even horses die, not only the blood hand clan will suffer a heavy blow, but also its prestige in the tribe will plummet.

At the moment, I can't control any formation. Originally, the marauders didn't have the habit of forming a line. The team immediately grew long before and after running.

The other four centurions felt that something was wrong, but this time they didn't dare to put forward their opinions. They had to bite the bullet and ask the stragglers to keep up.

Less than 600 meters away, support is only a matter of minutes. Even if the forest terrain is not easy to run, it is much better than those obstacles in the city.

The fire ahead is getting closer and closer.

That dazzling fire, even if you look at it from a distance, you can feel the shocking heat.

"Grass! Haven't you eaten? Run for me!"

So far, I still haven't seen the horse. I only saw the rising sea of fire. The bear was furious and scolded to urge his subordinates to speed up.

The subordinates were dissatisfied, but there was nothing they could do. Although they clearly didn't even see where the enemy was, they still launched a sprint with weapons.

The bear set up his double barreled shotgun and a cow rushed ahead.

However, just then, in the mud under the light of the fire, he suddenly saw many probing faces.

His eyes seemed to glow green, which made him panic for a millisecond.

"Fire!"

A shout came.

Although he couldn't understand what the cadences meant, his fighting instinct made him turn over from his mount and fall majestically behind the roots as thick as a python.

The thunder like gunfire suddenly sounded, crackled and became a piece, the shining fire seemed to surround them from all directions, and the air was like roaring lightning.

The bear was frightened.

For a moment, I couldn't hear how many guns there were opposite. I only saw that the brothers who charged next to me were caught off guard and fell one after another.

I don't know whether to lie down or be swept down by a gun.

"Damn it! We're in ambush!"

"The first thing I do when I go back is to chop that Hain!!!"

"First, go back first..."

"Grass! How many guns are there opposite?"

"How can I feel at least two machine guns!"

"Ah ah!"

Listening to the frightened voices of the brothers in his ears, the bear's heart was also very flustered.

The horse running to the opposite position had been killed by random guns. The body tilted to the side of the tree 20 meters away. It didn't move. It couldn't even see several bullet holes on its body.

The bear didn't dare to look. He didn't dare to bet his head on the opposite shooting.

However, when he breathed and listened to the whizzing sound above his head, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong.

I don't know.

The thunder and lightning don't match!

For a moment, he regained his consciousness and shouted angrily.

"No! This is not a gunshot! This... This is!"

The bear just wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of what it was called.

In fact, he guessed right. It was really not a gunshot. It was just two local firecrackers made of waste paper, gunpowder and brick powder.

In these days, people can't even eat enough. There's no one to play with. I don't know this thing is normal.

However, I have to admit that in this dark environment, two firecrackers and rifles are interspersed in the middle, which really has the miraculous effect of mixing fish with eyes.

The marauders were running out of breath. Before they saw where the enemy was, they were hit head-on. People were ignorant. How can they think of cheating on the other side?

Crawling on the ground, they only felt that two machine guns had been moved from the opposite side and fired at them.

Especially the teammates lying down one after another, I can't see who was shot or not. One or two were so frightened by the sound of firecrackers mixed with gunshots that they didn't even dare to lift their heads, let alone probe back.

Besides, it's still fighting against the light

Just when the four Marauder teams were completely stunned, the players squatting on the two wings of the trench had left the bunker and surrounded the East and west sides of the Marauder under the cover of gunfire.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the figure moving towards the two wings of his own position, and the bear roared.

"Their people are scattered!"

"Everyone charge!"

"Don't lie down. It's not gunfire at all! Everyone goes up with me, rushes into their trenches and smashes their skulls with the butt of a gun!"

After shouting for a long time, none of them listened to him.

The continuous ambush has brought the morale of these mobs to the verge of collapse.

The bear's heart suddenly burst into despair.

Maybe

Leaving the city and entering each other's home court was a wrong decision from the beginning.

"Chief... The fire on the opposite side is too fierce. At this time, charging is killing!"

"Fuck the fire! Can't you hear it?! that's false!" the anger burned in his heart, and the bear almost bit his gums and bled.

But he also knew that no matter how loud his voice was, few people could hear it, and few people were willing to listen.

Knowing that the general situation was gone, he looked to the East, his heart crossed, and ordered several confidants beside him.

"We can only wait to die here. We break through to the East!"

Several confidants nodded nervously.

However, just as Xiong was about to elaborate on his breakthrough plan, a harsh roar suddenly came from the West position.

The bear raised his eyes and saw flames tearing through the darkness, pushing fists of artillery down to them from the night.

Wild laughter came from a distance.

Although he didn't understand, he did vaguely hear a husky tenor.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

"Art is explosion!"