Chapter 132

At the east gate of Wetland Park, the junction of 76th street and the wreckage of viaduct, the gunfire and explosion were connected.

The first to enter the edge of 76th street, the rowing group encountered an ambush by a mutant team before they went further.

The two people walking in the front were shot into hedgehogs on the spot, and the other eight people scattered and retreated, hid behind the bunker and took out weapons to fight back.

Hearing the gunfire from the front, they immediately followed the cattle and horse team coming out of the park and rushed to support.

However, those mutant ambulances obviously found them, and soon several cold arrows flew towards them.

The square length of an arrow in the stomach was dragged to the back of the bunker by Lao Bai.

"Gan! If I bring the mechanical compound bow, I won't shoot these bastards!"

The square commander cursed and stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow inserted in his stomach, but before he touched the shaft, he was slapped open by Lao Bai.

"What are you doing?"

Lao Bai said with a serious face.

"I just saw the arrows of those mutants. They all have hooks. You have to pull them out. Be careful to bring out your intestines!"

Hiss

The square long shivered and took a breath.

It doesn't hurt, but it sounds scary.

Squatting behind the nearby bunker, the canyon running mole lit the burning bottle, handed it to the nearby power player and pointed out a direction for him to throw it out.

The incendiary flask drew a beautiful parabola across the friendly line and on the mutant position. The burning wood tar splashed everywhere, turning the wreckage of the old car into a fire, forcing the mutants behind to leave the bunker.

The friendly forces in front immediately seized the opportunity and opened fire. At least a dozen rounds of bullets poured down, crippling the mutants who left the bunker.

But it's no use just being crippled.

The injured mutants were soon dragged into the facade on one side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green skinned muscle guys would solidify and scab at an incredible speed. They would stand in front of them again in a short time.

The only one in the cattle and horse team with a gun is night ten. After a period of training, his shooting experience is much better than when he just touched the gun, but it is still not an easy thing to hit the target from a distance of two or three hundred meters.

In particular, the cold arrow thrown from the opposite side caused him a lot of trouble.

Several arrows, which he avoided by virtue of his instinct of high perception, almost rubbed his ears and scared him.

If you are not careful, you will go back to the forum ob directly.

"Shit! I've never hit such a disgusting opponent!" looking at the marauder who was shot and was the same as those who had nothing to do, he finally hit Yeshi and began to curse his mother angrily.

The last burner was used up, too, cried old mole at the top of his voice.

"We don't have guns. Let's go!"

These flasks were originally reserved for moths, but now they are all used on mutants.

Hearing that the teammates behind were going to withdraw, the dragged edge in front suddenly panicked and shouted at the back.

"Gan! Don't leave us!"

The arrow was lying next to Lao Bai, and the square leader scolded.

"Then you gave me a gun! We went to the next book. We didn't even bring a gun to shoot!"

Mole at large in the canyon: "where's the mosquito?! how long do you have to prepare!"

"Fast, fast!"

Finally, he picked up his box from his teammate's body. The mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the "storm version 0.5 special fund for individual soldiers" contained in it.

Too late to introduce his equipment, the mosquito lit the fuse, carried the thigh thick bazooka on his shoulder, aimed at the mutant nearest to him, and shouted stubbornly at the top of his throat.

"Al!"

The tail flame and white smoke from the rocket filled his mouth. A huge fist blew straight at the abandoned bus 50 meters away, and then exploded an orange red fire.

There is a saying, this power is still quite amazing!

In particular, after learning the lesson of killing chickens at midnight, the mosquito replaced the high explosive warhead with a burning warhead and increased the charge.

Although he didn't directly hit the target he aimed at, the rolled up flame directly swallowed a mutant. He screamed and rolled in the snow, and was robbed and killed by the players in the front row.

Hiding behind the bunker, OB looked at the opposite situation and said with a frown.

"There are at least 10 on the other side!"

Lao Bai: "how do I feel? There are at least 20!"

Fang Chang: "20 are unlikely. There are so many. They didn't shoot at us. They would have rushed the gang in front!"

It is precisely because the number is not dominant that the playing method is relatively obscene. That's the judgment of the square leader.

However, even so, the situation is not optimistic.

There are 9 people in the cattle and horse team. They are equipped with "moth weapons", which is of no use in the face of mutants.

[edge rowing] all 10 people over there were armed, but they were caught off guard at the beginning. Now only 5 people are still holding their positions. The rest are either dead or injured, and they are still seriously injured enough to lose combat effectiveness.

Players have a strong will. As long as their hands are still active, they will not stop fighting, but the gap brought by practical factors can not be reversed by willpower alone.

They don't face one or two mutants.

It's a whole mutant ambush team!

It is estimated that the team has been in ambush here for some time, so they wait for them to enter the ambush circle and give them a head-on blow.

The greenhouse team behind is in a dilemma.

Both the chief and the Mole knew that it would be more or less dangerous to continue the stalemate.

But if the front teammates are released and retreated, those mutants will certainly launch an attack without fear and eat all the friends in front.

When the ammunition was almost out, the [edge stroke] took off his VM, stuffed it into a satchel made of fur and threw it at the long party behind him.

"Take my VM back! Get out of here!"

Night ten reached out to pick up the bag and looked at the edge of the bayonet in front of the rifle, man, surprised.

"Sleeping trough, brother, are you crazy?! fight for bayonets with mutants?!"

The edge man looked solemn and stirring, looked at the love gun he had just bought, bit his teeth and shouted.

"Go! Leave me alone!"

Night ten ignorant forced way.

"No, I mean you throw the gun!"

A gun is worth hundreds of silver coins, which is much more valuable than a VM of 40 silver coins.

Edge stroke: "% ￥ #@"

It seems that the firepower of these prey in front of us is weak, and the mutant people begin to move forward eagerly, ready to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

On the edge, when the man was ready to throw the gun, there was a sudden movement in the direction of the wetland park.

Familiar figures came out of the jungle.

Leaning against the side of the OB behind the bunker, the light of hope lit up in his eyes and shouted at the friendly forces in front.

"Reinforcements!"

"Here comes our reinforcements!"

Almost at the same time as he shouted, dense gunfire came out of the jungle, accompanied by a sea of shouting and killing.

"Kill!"

"For the alliance!"

"For the manager, your majesty!"

The surging battle roar made people excited. Although almost every player shouted different slogans, these scattered soldiers shouted out the momentum of thousands of troops.

Fearless mutants seem to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

However, instead of turning around and running away like the marauders, they were aroused by the charge. They roared, threw down bows, arrows and javelins, pulled out potholes of tomahawks and sticks wrapped with iron wires, and rushed towards their players.

How dare these lambs to be slaughtered fight with themselves!

The two men and horses soon collided and fought hand to hand. The player who rushed to the front was thrown out by a stick, but soon more players stabbed up with a spear and poked the mutant who rushed to the front into a hedgehog.

Before charging, they threw away their VM and completely removed the reserve and disguise of civilized people.

Everyone is ready to sacrifice. Even in the face of monsters more than ten levels stronger than themselves, no one is afraid.

Just flinch in reality.

It's already in the game. Are you afraid of a chicken?

Three days later, another hero!

Both sides killed red eyes, and the scene was bloody for a time!

Those mutants are probably the first to see such brave humans. They rushed to their faces. Instead of turning around and fleeing, they fought with them again and again.

"Roar!!!"

Waving the stick in his hand angrily, an "elite" who was obviously more burly than other mutants blocked the axe cutting towards him with his muscular arm. Then he waved the mallet and smashed the man carrying the axe out.

It's like playing baseball!

"Come on! You ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!"

Grass, really come!

Shaking off the red and white on the stick, the mutant elite angrily looked at the humans who rushed up without paying any attention to themselves.

This is the first time!

At this time, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the opposite crowd.

The man's Breastplate was shiny, his whole body was attached with steel plates, his hands held an absurdly large war hammer, and stepped on him with a steady and firm pace.

A dangerous smell was detected from the man. The mutant elite slightly lowered his body and squeezed the mallet in his hand.

"Roar --!"

With another roar, his feet jerked and waved a mallet towards the target armed with an iron can.

"I'll smash your skull!!"

Chu Guang didn't panic at all. He swung his hammer and smashed it at the mutant.

The force of 16 points, coupled with the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even an ordinary hammer is enough to break a wall.

Not to mention, its hammer surface is also attached with a layer of high-pressure nitrogen!

"Bye."

The collision between flesh and blood and technology!

The nitrogen armor, which was almost compressed into a solid, burst open in an instant. Before the mutant elite could recover what had happened, it was blown out and broken into slag with a mallet and arms!

The mutant elite who was still alive a second ago was dying when they fell by the trash can more than ten meters away.

The hammer not only broke his arm, but also his internal organs were shattered by the blast wave.

"Managers are awesome!"

"Go!"

"The head is mine!"

Seeing that the elite monster was KO by NPC, the players waving long guns and axes rushed up to mend the knife excitedly as if they had beaten chicken blood.

Holding the hammer to stabilize his body, Chu Guang looked at his dying opponent without expression, but he was secretly surprised.

Just at the moment when the short soldier handed over, the power he felt from his wrist and tiger's mouth was obviously above the "bear"!

I didn't expect that he was just a slightly bigger elite monster. He had such strength!

Coupled with the resilience of the changed state, no wonder his little players play so hard!

After beheading the mutant elite, Chu Guang didn't stop. He continued to hold the hammer to look for the enemy and pick those who were left alone.

Ordinary bows, arrows and stones hit his breastplate like a tickle, and even scratches could not be left. The blunt blow is a problem, but under the cover of the player, almost no mutant can touch himself. He is the one who swings a hammer.

After flying the third mutant, the last mutant was also surrounded by players. He was stabbed into a hedgehog by spears and javelins and his skull was cut off by axes.

The encounter broke out at the entrance of 76th street and ended in the victory of shelter 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and no one surrendered.

After the battle, Chu Guang asked Xiaoqi to count the casualties with UAV.

The total number of players participating in the war is 101, 15 dead and 6 injured.

The number of mutants in the war was 11 and 11 died.

The VM that had been thrown on the ground was picked up. The players received the battle report from the manager, and their faces showed surprised expressions one after another.

"Shit... 101 people besieged 11, and four more died than the opposite!"

"Be satisfied. According to the data on the official website, the level of mutants is at least level 20 or above. I feel more than that! Last time, ten people besieged one and were beaten, one dead and one injured. This ambush can completely destroy the opposite side. Anyway, I'm satisfied."

"It's still too early to rush. We should shoot for a while and then rush."

"It doesn't make sense. There are tanks on the opposite side, with thick blood, high defense and strong resilience. It's like a bully. Even if you hit all the bullets and then rush, I don't think the difference is very big. On the contrary, the teammates in front may be killed and the battle damage is higher."

"These green skins are too fierce. My axe flew out directly."

"What are you? The guy we besieged had three javelins inserted into his body and was still waving a mallet to fight us. Later, he shot his head at close range before killing him!"

"Is it reasonable not to cut?"

"Why didn't the meat mountain steamed bun come up?"

"This session of newcomers is too counseling. It is suggested to recruit more CF players next session."

With an arrow in his arm and blood all over his body, Lao Bai limped over with a javelin in one hand and a sharpened knife in the other.

Although he was badly hurt, his face was full of excitement.

It's much better to fight with these mutants than to run after the predators!

Sure enough, this is called war.

Running after a bully can only be called slaughter.

"Manager, shall we pursue the victory?"

Chu Guang glanced at his injury and said faintly.

"Your injury is not light. It's easy to cause irreversible damage if you continue to fight. I don't want to see anyone die because of serious injury."

"Take your teammates back to the training cabin and have a rest."

It's not realistic to pursue success.

Instead of rushing into the forest to attack, these mutants chose to ambush at the entrance of 76th street, indicating that they were not as brainless as they appeared.

They are not only proficient in guerrilla art, but also cautious.

The reason why there is no reinforcement at the moment must not be that there is no spare force for reinforcement. It is very likely that it is a deliberate weakness to disperse people around and lay an ambush.

If I take people to rush up, it must be a new round of tragic meat grinder.

Why?

One life in three days can kill you.

Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang smiled, turned and waved his hand, motioned the nearby players to pick up the bodies, equipment and booty on the ground and return to the outpost base.

The bodies were packed with several caravans, and the smell of blood could be smelled all the way.

Looking at the bodies on the caravan, the nomads watching at the east gate looked surprised and frightened.

Of course, what surprised them most was the expression on the faces of those blue coats around the caravan.

Many people have light or heavy injuries. Some people are simply covered with blood. They can't tell whether it's the enemy's or their own.

However, everyone's faces were as if nothing had happened. They even carried weapons and talked and laughed, talking and laughing with their comrades in arms.

These people seem to have no idea what fear is and regard death as a floating cloud.

It's like the God of war under the command of our ancestors!

Many unmarried tribal girls not only blush but also wet their eyes.

As the leader of the tribe, Wu tieaxe greeted the triumphant Chu Guang, looked at the blood on his armor and asked carefully.

"Your Excellency, are you hurt?"

"The enemy's blood."

He wiped it and couldn't wipe it off. Chu Guang was too lazy to take care of it. Looking at Wu tieaxe, he continued.

"There is a tribe of mutants on 76th street. The number is at least 30. The specific number is unknown. Keep your people away from there."

"In addition, if anything happens, report it to me immediately."

"Remember not to fight without authorization!"

It is said that the opposite side is actually a mutant. Wu tieaxe was shocked when he looked at the blood on Chu Guang's chest armor.

With both hands clasped, he respectfully took command.

"Yes!"

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(my schedule is a little unstable these days. I'll try my best to adjust it. Can I send it out at 10 o'clock or try to make it better at 10 o'clock!: з」 ∠)_）