Chapter 124

"Come to live, come to live!"

"Another war? Cool, I haven't had a fight for a long time!"

"Gan! Why only 50 people? Are you so fast?"

"If you hesitate, you will lose!"

"Can you go with me without taking the task? It's all right without money. I'll watch a story!"

"The front row sells goblin bazookas! It's a big loss sale, five silver coins! You can't afford to lose, you can't be fooled!"

"Give me a and owe me the money first!"

"Get out!"

The west gate of the outpost.

A large group of players, carrying their weapons and ammunition, ran to the open space in front of the trench and gathered.

It was so lively that it didn't seem like a war, but it was like a festival.

In particular, a small player with special punishment went to the warehouse to rent a caravan and packed the barrel, base and shell.

He even hired a Mengxin from the power department to help pull the car.

"Boss! Can you, can you shoot me?"

The mosquito was happy when he heard this. He he smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes! Good brother! Listen to my command later, and you can light the fire!"

"OK!!!"

Such a big movement can be seen with eyes.

The nomads who got water from the lake looked at each other in surprise, looked at each other and chattered.

"What are they going to do?"

"Is there a war?"

"They all have guns in their hands!"

"Who are you going to fight, predator or alien?"

Carrying two plastic buckets full of water, qiucao and Qiuye sisters looked curiously at the manager who came out of the west gate.

Their eyes fell on his back, the impressive hammer.

"How big..."

"That hammer must have at least dozens of kilograms?"

"The armor also looks heavy. Is it made of steel?"

"He's not tired at all!"

"You can't stare at others all the time. Oh, it's impolite."

"Well, ok... Wait! Why only talk about autumn leaves? The person who has been staring at you obviously has a sister, don't you?"

Autumn grass reddened and repeated.

"No, you can't be impolite."

More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

Watching from a distance of tens of meters, they looked curiously at the soldiers in front of the trench and discussed what had happened.

Is this going to war?

You'll die in war.

But why are the faces of those soldiers so excited?

Aren't they afraid of death at all.

Many nomads could not help but feel a trace of awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats is even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

Just as the people were talking, the patriarch's iron axe came out of the crowd with several hunters carrying bows, arrows and javelins.

In front of the manager, Wu tieax hugged his fist and said respectfully.

"Sir, these people behind me are the elite of our family. As long as you nod your head, we are the sharpest spear in your hand!"

Chu Guang glanced at him and wanted to politely refuse his kindness.

But at this time, Chu Guang suddenly moved slightly in his heart. When he reached his mouth, he temporarily changed his mouth, nodded and said.

"You'll follow me later."

"Yes, my Lord."

He motioned Yu Hu, Wu tieax and others to wait in place. Chu Guang walked in front of the players and read out his lines in ten minutes with the expectation of countless eyes.

"For a long time, the people of Bette street have endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they are hungry, poor and struggling hard to live. All the money he received from the tyranny and violence has gone into his own pocket only to satisfy one's private desires."

"His crimes are innumerable. Now, he not only hit on us, but also broke through the bottom line of our tolerance. He secretly colluded with our sworn enemy, the bloody clan, concluded Secret Alliances, and even abetted them to launch aggression against us!"

"Justice may be late, but it will not be absent. Now it's time for the greedy old leech to know what will happen if he annoys us."

"Everyone, go with me!"

In the open space in front of the trench, the roar of excitement was deafening.

"Liberate Bette street!"

"For the little fish!"

"Ow!!"

……

Bette street.

Central castle.

The study on the top floor was pushed away, and a guard in a deerskin coat rushed in and walked through a long row of bookshelves to the mayor.

"My Lord! There are many people in the North! Yes, there are more than 50!"

"How much?!"

The mayor's face suddenly changed. He immediately got up, grabbed the door, rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor to the tower, and climbed to the top of the highest tower of the castle.

The high tower is hunting in the north wind.

He came out of the room without putting on his coat. He was blown all over and trembled. Ignoring the cold, he grabbed the telescope hanging on one side and looked north.

I saw a group of people wearing fur coats and carrying long guns and short guns. They were more like predators than predators, and they were advancing in the direction of Bette street.

On this cold day with the roaring north wind, a drop of sweat was seeping from the old mayor's forehead.

Suddenly turning back, he grabbed the guard who followed him to the top of the tower, and the spittle stars roared wildly.

"Come on, call all the guards, pick up arms and go to the north gate!"

"Also, send someone to find Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters in Bette street! All the men over 14 gather at the door of the armory!"

"Go now!"

The guard was so yelled that his legs trembled and nodded.

"Yes, yes!"

The rapid bell of the castle pierced the tranquility of Bette street.

The survivors standing in the street didn't know what had happened. They thought it was the marauders. They rushed home, packed up their things and prepared to escape. They made a mess in panic.

Hearing the rapid bell, old Charlie didn't panic at all. Instead, he was relieved and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing you can do is to make it come faster.

For example, if a mayor who is full of straw bags lights a powder keg before he does something more stupid, fewer poor people will be involved.

Not surprisingly, he will soon send someone to find himself and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Bette street to stand on the fence and fight against the blue coats to the end.

Pulling the curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a crutch and hid in the panic crowd.

At the same time, the armory door on one side of the castle opened.

The guard in a deerskin coat took the iron pipe rifle and ammunition from the captain's hand, then rushed to the north door quickly and stood behind the bunker.

However, this bunker made of scrap metal and concrete garbage can not bring them too much sense of security.

In addition to a few veterans with wrinkles on their faces, many young guards had panic and anxiety on their faces, and their hands holding guns exuded nervous sweat.

Big forces like the blood hand clan will not come after receiving protection fees.

Usually their opponents are heterogeneous, and the most dangerous are only a few mutant brown bears. Only in rare cases will we encounter predators who don't open their eyes and come to the door to blackmail, and their combat effectiveness is usually not ordinary, they don't have poor connecting rod guns, and they are even worse than the hunters in the town.

In such a situation, many young guards met for the first time!

Glancing around at the guards around, old Walter with a shotgun floated a dignified look on his face.

Add yourself, there are only 11 people in total, half of them are the doormen in the old mayor's house. There may not be 30 bullets a year.

The guard captain on one side angrily scolded his subordinates next to him.

"Where are the people? Is that all? Where are the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them spread out into the building!"

Said the young guard trembling, holding a rifle.

"Old Charlie has gone to mobilize... Should come soon."

"It's too late," old Walter looked out of the bunker. "Those people have come."

Snow covered streets.

A group of soldiers in fur coats and carrying long guns and short guns, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and scattered behind the surrounding bunkers.

The two sides are 200 meters apart and have entered the fighting distance!

However, no one moved, just a tense confrontation.

Just then, Walter's eyebrows suddenly shrunk and saw a painted black gun barrel pushed out from the corner!

They still have guns?!

The barrel was about as long as a leg, probably cast, the wall was quite thick, and the black muzzle emitted a penetrating cold light.

Although it looks simple, no one dares to despise its power.

The guard captain on one side swallowed saliva and finally couldn't hold his breath and shouted at the opposite side.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Nonsense

Does this stupid question need to be asked?

Voight Tucao in his heart, make complaints about the gun, and put the barrel out and aim at the opposite side.

However, just then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A man in a fur coat raised his hands to show that he was unarmed, stood up from behind the bunker and came out.

Old Walter narrowed his eyes.

After looking at the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face in the street.

Obviously, not only did he recognize the man's identity, but several young guards nearby recognized it and whispered.

"Zhao mouse?"

"It seems... It's really him!"

"Hiss... Isn't he dead? I saw that his family had a funeral."

"I remember! It was last month. It seems that when I was hunting deer in the north, I ran into the people of the bloody hand clan... The second son of the Yang family was caught together."

"Yang Ergou?"

"Yes, that's the guy!"

While the guards were talking, Zhao mouse, who had walked ten or twenty meters forward, stopped, opened his voice and shouted.

"Folks, I'm zhao shu! I'm here to help you!"

"Help us?"

The captain of the guard behind the bunker smiled coldly and shouted to Zhao Shuli standing in the snow, "this is the way you want to help us?"

Seeing the captain of the guard, Zhao mouse instinctively feared.

But when he thought of the dozens of soldiers who supported him behind him and the words that the manager had said to himself, his eyes lit up again, and his waist just bent down straightened up again.

Looking at the villagers behind the bunker, he raised his volume and shouted.

"A month ago, the second son of the Yang family and I went to the north to hunt deer. Unfortunately, I was captured by the predators of the bloody hand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was dead, it was our neighbors... The people behind me who saved me from the predator's Dungeon."

There was a commotion among the guards behind the bunker, and their faces showed surprise and glory.

Rescued from the Marauder's Dungeon?

This means that the blood hand clan has been taken away by them?!

Zhao mouse did not pause and continued.

"They not only gave me food, clothes and fuel, but also arranged work and shelter to keep me from hunger and cold. They not only accepted me, but also other prisoners rescued together. There is no other meaning to say this. I just want you to know that they are not our enemies -"

"Nonsense!" the captain of the guard shouted, "you unfamiliar white eyed wolf! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wagged your tail and begged them for mercy. You were willing to be their dog, and even pointed your fangs at your compatriots! What's your conscience?"

Zhao mouse was angry and roared loudly.

"Conscience? What do you mean by conscience? Tell me loudly, who is feeding the unfamiliar white eyed wolf? We pick up waste, hunt and use our lives to exchange chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year, endure his exploitation, use the money we earn to buy the rest of his garbage, and get shit on the head of those predators outside!"

"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the Marauder? He never protected anyone, his eyes were always only himself, and he didn't even step out of his castle when we needed him!"

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lives in the castle is like the people of the bloody hand clan! He uses the fruits of our labor to honor the predators and even help the villains suck our flesh and blood together! Do you think I'm kidding? Just yesterday, the vampire wrote a letter and sent it to the bloody hand clan in an attempt to encourage the villains to wash their hands Rob our neighbors! "

With that, Zhao mouse took out a letter from his arms and held it high.

"Shall I read it to you?"

Old Walter opened his eyes when he heard this.

The young guards nearby also showed surprised expressions on their faces.

The old mayor is with the blood hand clan?

Really?

Looking at the shaking eyes of the guards around, sweat seeped from the forehead of the guard captain.

His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not the idea of the Hick who didn't even know a word.

Someone must have taught him to say it!

If you let this guy go on, I'm afraid you won't have to fight this battle.

As the direct line of the mayor, he is also a vested interest. Whether right or wrong, the position of the guard captain is determined. He must stand on the side of the mayor.

Moreover, the situation is not so bad. Although there are dozens of people across the street, there are hundreds of survivors on Bette street.

Now the armory has been opened. As long as old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, they may not lose!

Make a quick judgment and look at Zhao mouse who has begun to read the letter. The captain of the guard roared.

"Fire!"

However, the gunfire did not sound and no one responded to his orders.

Listening to the flattering and flattering contents of the letter, not only the young guards, but also old Walter fell into silence and stared at the shotgun in his hand for a long time.

The captain of the guard clenched his teeth and sprayed anger into his eyes.

He stopped waiting, picked up his rifle, aimed at the Hick pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Pop!

Whoosh——

The first bullet rubbed Zhao mouse's face and flew over, hitting the snow pile behind him. He was so frightened that he immediately rushed aside and hid behind the car wreckage buried by the heavy snow.

Old Walter's face changed, looked at the captain of the guard who pulled the bolt and continued to shoot in horror, and said in silence.

"Are you crazy?"

The captain of the guard gave him a fierce look, and then a look at the guards huddled behind the bunker.

"I'm polite to the predator! Call me if you don't want to die!"

Across the street, looking at the bullet marks not far away, the players not only didn't panic, but shouted excitedly.

"Boss! Fire on the other side!"

"Don't talk nonsense to them, let's do it!"

"Hit them!"

Although it's a little different from the plan, now that the opposite side has opened fire.

Chu Guang did not hesitate and looked at the mosquito not far away. In his long-awaited sight, he waved his right hand forward.

"Fight!"

"OK!" when he got the order to fire, the mosquito gave Meng Xin a look and shouted excitedly, "waste El!"

The firing data had already been set. The Mengxin of the power system immediately lit the fuse behind the iron gun and covered his ears.

Bang -!

The firelight and white smoke, like thunder, drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Bette street.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by strong white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden door seemed to be blown apart by lightning!

The captain of the guard who had stood behind the bunker and opened fire was immediately frightened and retracted behind the bunker.

At this time, a whistle came from the distance of the street, followed by a shaking cry of killing, such as rolling waves rushing towards the defensive position.

"Fire! Hit me!"

He roared and directed the guards around him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.

The already low morale was shattered by the sound of the gun. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking out his head and shooting, it was brave to escape without leaving the bunker.

Seeing that other guards had been frightened, old Walter couldn't help thinking of what had happened a long time ago.

Long, long ago, when he was young, Bette street was once ransacked by the looting team of the blood hand clan.

At that time, there were 12 people in the guard. 11 people killed them, and only two survived.

What if we successfully mobilize the hunters in the town?

These people are cruel people who have even flattened the nest of the bloody hand clan. I'm afraid flattening them is a matter of charge.

Besides

Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack. He was the blue coat who had been in Beit street for some time and then went to an unknown place.

If these people came out of the shelter, they would not necessarily embarrass the poor people.

"Surrender... The reinforcements haven't come yet. It's estimated that they won't come. There are only 11 people here. They can't be their opponents."

Old Walter put down his gun.

He sighed as he looked at the captain of the guard who turned his gun and aimed at himself.

"Why? While there are no dead people on both sides now, they may not treat prisoners of war too badly."

The captain of the guard turned pale and his fingers trembled.

"Don't force me."

Old Walter reached out and took hold of his gun barrel. He didn't move and looked at him seriously.

"If you have to shoot, shoot."

"Many people will die today. It's not a bad thing to go ahead."

Looking at the captain of the guard who looked from fierce to stiff and from stiff to desperate, old Walter breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took off his rifle from his trembling hand.

"Thank you for giving us all a chance to live."

The captain of the guard couldn't see the blood on his face and squeezed out a weak smile.

"Hope."