Chapter 107 Fight Back

Chapter 107 Fight Back

The makeshift alliance formed by the three groups, along with the freshly armed prisoners, might have seemed formidable at first glance. However, when counted, they barely reached just over 100 players. In stark contrast, an intimidating horde of 1000 Nazi soldiers began their onslaught from all four sides of the compound, their boots pounding the ground in a synchronized rhythm that sounded like a war drum.

The defenders had wisely chosen the cafeteria as their stronghold. Its strategic location, with its interconnected hallways and windows that offered a broad view of the yards, provided both an excellent vantage point and a defensible position. They barricaded the halls, using whatever furniture they could find, transforming the cafeteria into a fortress.

Cachellos, the ruthless and battle-hardened warrior, claimed a critical entry point. With a machine gun in each hand, he was a force to be reckoned with. His unique ability in the game allowed him to draw strength from every kill. The more Nazi soldiers he downed, the more potent his damage output became.? For him, this battle was not just a fight for survival; it was a goldmine.

In the yard, amidst the din of gunfire and shouts, a particular unit of Nazi soldiers adopted a distinct strategy. They began a slow but determined march using towering, impenetrable shields. This shield wall approach was designed to gradually advance and break through the defensive lines of the players. Marcus, ever the fiery leader, and his fiercely loyal Blood Patriot Lieutenant, Jason, wouldn't let this challenge pass. They both underwent a breathtaking transformation into their half-wolf hybrid forms. With heightened strenght and enhanced agility, they broke into a sprint, targeting the gaps in the shield wall. Their razor-sharp claws and fangs made quick work of the Nazis, causing chaos and breaking their formation.

While Marcus and Jason dealt with the shielded threat, the rest of the prisoners found themselves under the guidance of Lieutenant Summers. His military background and tactical acumen shone brightly as he quickly assessed the situation. With firm instructions and a clear voice, he divided the defenders, assigning them to different choke points, ensuring that no entrance was left undefended.

"Hold the line! Kill all within sight!" His orders resonated through the cafeteria, boosting the morale of the defenders.

Yet, as the battle wore on, the sheer number of Nazi soldiers began to weigh heavily on the defenders. Wave after wave, they pressed on, their numbers seemingly unending. The gaps in the defensive line began to show, and despair started to seep into the hearts of the prisoners. Just when it seemed the situation couldn't get more dire, a chime echoed through the game interface of every player. A notification flashed:

[Prisoner restriction successfully lifted]

[level D quest - Free captured players completed]

This change of fate, arriving just in the nick of time, promised a new hope and a turn in the tide of battle.

Suddenly, with the restrictions now lifted, a renewed sense of hope swept through the compound. The additional 150 players, who had been dormant and unable to access their game inventory were now back in the fray. Hands hurriedly dove into their inventory bags, pulling out weapons of all kinds – swords, guns, and more. Their eagerness palpable, their spirits indomitable, the air filled with their rallying cry,

"Fight! Fight, fight!"

These players had endured a frustrating week, idly watching events unfold without being able to engage or earn any XP or points. Their pent-up frustration and the burning desire to leap into action were all too evident. With their reentry into the battlefield, they significantly bolstered the defense, swinging the momentum in favor of the compound's defenders. The sheer surge of their collective force began pushing the Nazi soldiers back, reclaiming lost ground bit by bit.

Amidst this sea change, Alan, Kenny, and Izzie emerged from their task. As Alan stepped into the yard, he witnessed the turning tide – players rallying, forcing the Nazis into a retreat.

"This is the chance, Let's get some more XP" " Kenny and Izzie nodded in agreement and followed him into the thick of the battle.

The battle had reached an apex of chaos. Every inch of the compound echoed with the sounds of warfare, as soldiers from all corners of the town, drawn by the clamor, converged on the scene. Nazi boots stomped the ground in increasing numbers, their unified march creating an imposing rhythm that added to the discord.

Just when the situation seemed bleak for the players, a distinct noise arose from the western perimeter of the compound. The rhythmic beating of boots, coupled with battle cries and the clinking of ammunition, signaled the arrival of much-needed reinforcements. Emerging from the smoke and debris was the Delta Company. Located closest to the town center, they were the first respondents, chosen for the immediate backup.

As the Delta Company stormed in, the streets transformed into a grand arena. Bullets whizzed past, grenades exploded, sending shrapnel in every direction, and the air became thick with tension. This wasn't just another skirmish; it was a full-blown war between the players and the Nazi NPCs.

Yet, the Nazis had upped their game. Among their ranks were the fearsome SS elites. Their presence was unmistakable, with some manning heavy machine guns, sending a barrage of bullets with each press of the trigger, while others wielded RPGs, aiming at strategic points to cause maximum damage. But for the veteran players, these elites were not just formidable adversaries; they were golden opportunities. Defeating an SS elite was a ticket to higher XP and the tantalizing possibility of securing at least an Uncommon drop, making them prime targets.

In the thick of the fray, amidst gun smoke and flying debris, Alan spotted familiar faces. The 17th Militia was in action, and among their ranks, Vicky and Merle stood out. Side by side, they seized every opportunity, launching fierce attacks on the Nazi soldiers. Every fallen enemy meant more XP, and they were determined to harvest as much as they could.

With the timely arrival of the Delta Company, the compound's situation shifted dramatically. Slowly but steadily, they began to overpower the enemies, reclaiming the area.

In the wake of such a decisive victory, adrenaline coursed through the veins of the fighters, leading to boisterous shouts of defiance.

"Bring on more Nazis! We'll slay them all!" Such was the uplifted spirit that some of the braver souls even toyed with the idea of taking control of the entire town, perhaps hoping to clear the game level outright.

However, amidst the triumphant roars and ambitious plans, Captain Carter's order stand. Her directive was unambiguous: evacuate the area before the first light of dawn. Lieutenant Summers took charge. He rallied the freed players, instructing them to fall in line with the Delta Company and prepare for a westward exodus.

The two mercenary factions in their midst, the Black Sand and the Blood Patriots, after a brief exchange of nods, diverged onto their respective paths, disappearing into the shadows of the night.

As the first hues of dawn painted the horizon, the last of the fighters stepped beyond the town limits, reaching the protective boundaries of the military base. A sense of relief washed over them, amplified by the game notifications that flooded their vision.

[level D quest - Free captured players completed]

[Number of Prisoners saved: >90%]

[Number of guards killed: >90%]

[Completion rating: Excellent]

[Your performance: Excellent]

[You received 3000 survival points, 3000 XP, and 2 x Rank D reward]

The game's generous rewards reflected the collective efforts of the team. While every participant reaped some benefits, Alan, who had been at the epicenter of the combat, bagged the maximum – a highly coveted Rank D reward.

However, their moment of respite was short-lived. Just an hour into their celebrations, murmurs spread among the players, some expressing regret for not sticking around to amass even more rewards. But such grumbles were quickly silenced as they witnessed the game's next daunting challenge unfold.

Calumet's docks, which had been a bustling scene of victory just a while ago, now took on a menacing aura. Ships, larger and more numerous than before, anchored in quick succession, disgorging soldiers armed with advanced weaponry. The sheer magnitude of the reinforcement was overwhelming, tripling the earlier numbers. Trailing behind it was nothing less than a missile launcher, its silhouette suggesting the terrifying prospect of a weapon capable of mass destruction.