Volume 1: Selling Moe Survival Book Section 557: Hunters and Prey

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"I heard that the first five regiments were beaten badly by the shooter squad on the side of the East Continent, and only Omir and the squadron leader were left dead in the entire command class. ”

"How can this be, those guys didn't take a little precaution?"

"The opponent's shooter squad was very patient, and waited until those guys climbed over the small mound and entered the ambush site, the regiment commander was the first to be killed, and then the only mage squadron leader in the regiment, I heard that because it was a rotten body, it was directly blown into a fountain. ”

"It's disgusting, I just said don't choose any rotten body, what strong acid arrow damage is doubled, it sounds very good, but the innate AC is 0, not to mention bulletproof, a spear can kill. ”

"In that case, evil creatures like us are the right way. ”

"Of course, among the four major factions of evil remains, rotten bodies, ghosts, and bundled souls, ghosts are naturally allergic to the sun, don't think it's cool to run in the dark, once the light of heaven comes, you will be the biggest fool in the world; , you must know that there is a proverb in this world that life is like a play, and the winner depends on acting skills. ”

"What you say makes sense, but what if the ribs have to take twice as much damage in the face of crushing injuries. ”

"Don't you know how to step back when you come across someone with a sledgehammer?"

As the two players sitting on the ruins said this, they heard footsteps on the other side of the street, and the sound of the soles of their heavy chainmail boots hitting the stone slabs of the street was very clear, and the two of them took one look, immediately stood up, and gave a chest salute to the captain who was walking towards them.

"About the Fifth Regiment, how is their situation. Their leader looked at them, a red soul fire burning in the hollow eye sockets of their skulls.

One of the two chatters replied first: "They attacked the support point of the players in the Eastern Continent, but because the offensive was too smooth, they fell into an ambush, and only two squadron leaders survived in the entire command class, and a large number of ghouls could only exert half of their strength because they did not have the leadership bonus of the regiment commander and the squadron leaders." ”

"A bunch of stupid guys, a team of shooters can beat them like this, it's a shame that the Black Death warband can walk. His Excellency the Regiment Commander scolded, and then raised his hand to signal the troops behind him to continue advancing: "Our time is running out, and the news on the forum has come that it seems that a local war group has been assembled and is preparing to be sent in." ”

"Mr. Commander, what kind of regiment is that? ”

"The 'Pillars of Eternity' in the town of Aranya is the warband known as the 'Pillars of Humanity'. Speaking of this regiment, His Excellency the Regiment Commander obviously grinned, although it was not easy for a skeletal head to laugh: "Our old opponent, I heard that it was us, and these guys were gathering their first sequence as soon as possible." ”

"Ah, Your Excellency Commander, I am a newcomer who has just joined the wargroup in the Fifth Open Era, can you tell us about the festival between this wargroup and ours? ”

"Ah, newcomer, it's normal that you don't know, our Black Death has been the core of the New Eden sequence since the first open era, at that time we were still fighting in the Eastern Continent, and the 'Pillars of Eternity' is a war group in the living camp, we have fought many times on the side of the Green Forest, so we can be said to be old 'friends'. "At the mention of the word 'friend', the head of the regiment accentuated his voice, and it was obvious that he was in bad spirits.

The newcomer nodded, and understood what the 'relationship' was between his warband and this warband.

"We are breaking through from the south flank, the 7th Regiment is going to attack from the east flank, we are going to squeeze this support point out of the city, time is running out. After speaking, the regiment commander stepped forward: "Hunters, do you want to continue to sit here, or go to the front to inquire about the situation." ”

"Well, of course it's going to the front. After speaking, the veteran patted the newcomer's skull: "Let's go." ”

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"A large number of undead have been detected in the south!" the druid, who had turned into a ferocious eagle, flew over the top of Marceau's small building and threw a roll of parchment to the kitten, "There is your letter!"

"Letter?" The dwarf who was holding the fire turned his head to look at Marceau in his busy schedule, and the cat cub picked up the parchment and opened it: "Well, the war group of the undead has been confirmed, it is the sixth regiment of the Black Death...... There's the Black Death for the Chasseurs?"

"What's at stake?" said Marceau, who was a newcomer and had no idea what the Black Death Chasseurs were, and Marceau nodded...... That's right, the Black Death Chasseurs are the only Chasseur squad in the entire Great War Troupe that can fight, using long-range shotguns to confront the archers of the Eastern Continent in the first open era, from over 200 yards all the way to face to face, these guys with pitch-black skulls are a nightmare in the eyes of many newcomers...... It's like Lady Zai Caifu does to many undead hunters: "Very good at fighting, shorty, we're in trouble next, so stop your fingers on the buckle machine and do me a favor." ”

"Okay. As he spoke, the dwarf put away his musket, and he ran up to Marceau, watching as the kitten took out a helmet and a sleeping bag from his space bag: "Be a dummy, will you?"

"Of course...... You want to make a fake target?" asked the dwarf, taking his helmet and sleeping bag.

"yes, I can't let you use your own head to catch bullets, you're right. Marceau glanced at the dwarf's head, to which the dwarf touched his moxican hairstyle: "I think it's better to be a dummy." ”

"Very well, do a good job of dummies, and then do you still have extra guns?"

"Of course, how can a hunter carry a few more handfuls on him. The dwarf said as he pulled a musket from his space bag.

Marceau nodded very happily: "Very good, put the gun on the windowsill downstairs in a while, and insert the dummy on top of this thing after it is done." The kitten took out a small four-wheeled tablet with an iron pipe from his space bag: "Remember to 'dress' the dummy as a novice leaning against the wall and looking at the side, the barrel is more exposed out of the window, and I will come down after a while." ”

"No problem! The dwarf carried a small tablet and other props down the rooftop, and Marceau glanced at the defense line below The ghouls are still all over the mountain, but they have lost the commander's bonus, these guys have now become real cannon fodder, the only problem is the players and demons of New Eden, the former as a player, naturally not as easy to deal with as ai monsters, and the challenge level of the latter is up to 40, the average player may not be lower than its level, and as an advanced undead (as opposed to ghouls), these guys bring the AI of the bugs in the military simulator, how to hold their faces, how to come, several grades stronger than the ghoul brothers of artificial AI。

It's just that because there are too many ghouls, many of these guys are still crowded outside, and the heavy use of Heavenly Light also suppresses their actions, after all, as soon as they enter the light area, they have to enjoy each round of identification, and all kinds of damage and body burning are simply ...... for the undead Heaven like a storage zài.

Ah, let's play first, Marceau thought as he pulled out a bullet box from the bag, and the ones who thought the kitten were going to pull a burrowing tool out of the bag...... I'm really sorry.

Downstairs, Marceau used a long blade to open a hole in the left wall of the dwarf's room, and the legendary weapon sharpened iron like mud, not to mention a non-load-bearing wooden partition wall, opened the hole, and the cat cub came to another room, opened several holes in the corner, and then made a hole in the floor, and concocted a few holes in the downstairs room, and finally dug a large hole in the outer wall.

Confirming that the dwarf could be seen from the hole, Marceau popped his claws at another small building not far away, went up to the rooftop, and made a hole, turning the two rooms on this side into a position with nearly ten perforations.

Then the kitten got through a hole in the ceiling to the rooftop, made a hole in the base of the roof's already broken wall, and began to set up a gun.

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"Wow, look at this support point, the commander here has some doorways. The old hand held a monocular and looked at the support point in the distance, fortunately there are old houses here, the first open era of the undead invasion only kills and does not demolish the house, although many houses even have broken window frames, but at least there is a frame, so that the veteran and the rookie do not need to do that voyeuristic thing in broad daylight.

"At least one squad of shooters is shooting to the west, and it looks like the 5th Regiment has suffered a lot without hunters like us. The rookie crouched against the wall and looked at the west side: "The gunshot rang out every second to two, considering the firing speed of the long-barreled shotgun, at least four shooters, two shooter groups." ”

"This is really a rookie encountering a vegetable, and when our regiment starts attacking, it's time for us to teach them a lesson. After speaking, the old hand seemed to see something, and he patted the wall: "That four-story small building is the one with yellow bricks on the roof, and the window on the right side of the top floor." ”

The rookie adjusted the telescope in his hand: "A barrel, a long-barreled shotgun, an old product from the first open era...... It is also the most reliable kind. ”

"It looks like these guys are a little more cunning than we seem, but those holes in the wall ...... It looks like there's also a group of shooters looking south, these cunning Eastern Continentals. The veteran said as he removed the holster on his back: "Rookie, set up a gun, and when our regiment starts attacking, you will kill the guy on the windowsill...... It's best to see his face before we do it, and we have to make sure if this guy is really a target...... It's been a long time since I've had such an interesting opponent, cunning fox. ”

"You think that's a fake target. The rookie lowered his head and asked.

"That's right, it's a hunter's instinct. The veteran said, taking out a scope from his waist pocket: "This is a double lens...... It's the best guy we can get right now, it's a shame, if I can play a few more weekly copies, maybe I'll be able to get a quadruple mirror. ”

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The kitten leaned down from the ceiling, and the dwarf who appeared in the field of vision gave him a signed language that had been installed, and the kitten also used his thumb, and then pulled himself out of the hole, and then climbed to the shooting position, although there are many buildings on the south side, but there is enough height to observe the support point from top to bottom, and there are only two small buildings, one of which is in Marceau's scope, and the other building simply does not have enough perspective to see the support point His window is open to the east, and the wall to the north is intact, and if there is an extra hole in it at this time, Marceau will not hesitate to shoot an armor-piercing bullet there before moving the position。

"When are you coming, Mr. Chasseur. The kitten muttered, its free right hand slicing over the bullet casing that had been erected in front of him.

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"Veteran, are we really not going to inform our people?"

"Don't tell them, if they know that a shooter is on them, they will behave very unnaturally, our goal is to kill them, not to alert them and run away...... I have a gut feeling that it's a cunning guy. ”

The veteran replied as he looked carefully at the window in the mirror, his target raising his gun accurately...... After all, it was on the windowsill, and the veteran who mounted the gun on a platform of luggage, stones, and old planks sighed: "I don't think it's a real goal, it's either a cross-gaze observation, or a guy who can't eat anymore." ”

"He's better than me. The rookie asked.

"For now, compared to him, you can be considered a veteran. ”

"Oh my God, it's the first time I've been called a veteran. ”

"Hmm...... If you make it out of the fight alive this time, you're a veteran too. After saying that, the old hand took out the bullet pouch on his waist and put it on the platform: "Did you hear anything?"

"Well, I hear the souls of our companions shouting...... The attack began. As soon as the rookie finished speaking, he heard the alarm bell from the support point in the distance.

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"Very good, the guy on the other side is also a veteran. The self-talking kitten began to look at the small building in front of him, and the undead on the street could not attract Marceau's attention at all, they rushed across the street, and then rushed to the top of the mound, the fire from the support point defense line caused many ghouls to fall, but the undead are best at 'dead' sea combat, cannon fodder is enough.

Exiting the firing position, Marceau came to the cave and went downstairs again, the dwarf was waiting for his order, the cat cub gave him a 'do it in 30 seconds' sign language, and then returned to the firing position again to watch, not a short 30 seconds later, a gunshot came from the direction of the room where the dwarf was, Marceau waited for a while, there was no movement, and then another gunshot, still no movement.

The kitten pulls the bolt open, takes a look at the bullets inside, and then resets the bolt.

"Payne, my God, your followers have a worthy opponent. ”

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"That guy fired two shots!" said the rookie, looking at the barrel of the gun in the window.

"The muzzle is raised at a very small angle, either the guy has a lot of hands, or the whole gun is not on his shoulder...... It didn't poke its head out, don't shoot. The veteran shook his head.

The rookie pointed to the window: "But they're beating our people." ”

"Can you really confirm that those two bullets hit someone?" If you hit him as a ghoul and let him fight well, we won't be heartbroken for how many cannon fodder like ghouls die. After speaking, the veteran began to put armor-piercing bullets on the bullets in his hand: "Stabilize me, don't shoot without my order." ”

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The dwarf loaded the shotgun, then pulled the rope in his hand, and fired the third shot, but the imaginary attack did not come, the dwarf licked his lips, and it seemed that he could only do as the kitten said He carefully pushed the small tablet, and the dummy tied to the tube moved close to the window, driving the movement of the musket barrel, and then the dwarf carefully lay down in front of his shooting position, and looked at the window where the target could appear, and dragged the rope tied to the small plate with his hand, the dummy gradually approached the window, and after the small half of the helmet poked out of the window, the dwarf pulled the fourth shot, and the next second a bullet penetrated the wall and hit the helmet。

"I've got you!" Looking at the muzzle light flashing from the window on the third floor of the small building, the dwarf pulled the trigger on the target behind the wall, and the next second a kill record jumped out of the dwarf's battle record.

"Hit!" Just as the dwarf was about to stand up, he saw a flash of fire from inside the window through the scope.

Then the short guy in the game, and now the tall guy in the game, is kicked out of the game.

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'Your teammate is shot, you kill a target. Looking at the rookie who fell to the floor, the old hand shook his head, and when the helmet was half exposed, he thought it was a fake target, but the rookie didn't listen to his order and pulled the trigger himself, so he paid with his life.

"That's probably the price of growth. The veteran thought as he prepared to get up, and then he heard a dull gunshot, and before the veteran could have the slightest doubt about this never-before-heard gunshot, a bullet pierced the wall and hit its skull, shattering the skull and shattering the black soul stone in it.

When he fell to the ground, the veteran suddenly figured out that yes, it was the shooter group, and there was another guy...... What a cunning veteran.

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'Your teammate is shot, you kill a target. ’

After a roll, Marceau, who had left the firing position, climbed up to the entrance of the cave on the rooftop, and the kitten cub saw the motionless corpse of the dwarf.

Sighing, Marceau, who got up, returned to the firing position and began to evacuate, put away the bullets, loaded them on his back, hung the rope from the other side, and after sliding down the rope, Maso Tongguò Street returned to the fourth floor where the dwarf was, collected ammunition and a long-barreled shotgun that was still intact from his corpse, and finally opened his mouth and poured holy water into his mouth.

After doing this, Marceau took out a blanket from the space bag and covered the dwarf, and then moved towards the new shooting position he had chosen. (To be continued.) )