Morale?

Despair?

Fear?

These emotions can be present in anyone.

But it's the only thing that can't happen to the players!

They may not be trained soldiers, but they must be born warriors.

The threat of death meant nothing to them, and instead of bringing them any fear, the sound of gunfire ignited their thirst for battle, experience, loot.

Removing the mask of civilized people, they are a real natural disaster at this moment.

Like the spirits of the dead who are not afraid of death!

Predator?

Fuck it!

After so long, it's finally time for some exciting activities!

"Free fire! Repeat, fire freely! ”

"Attention teams, you are facing the most vicious people in this wasteland, and the rules and methods of civilized people do not apply to them, so you need no mercy! Hit me hard by all means you can think of! ”

"Beat them until they kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!"

In this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reservists.

And this is almost all the people near the base at this moment!

Fifteen revolver rifles, armed with thirty people.

One of them worked in groups of two, sharing a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm ammunition, while the other was armed with a bow and arrows and projectiles to support in the back row.

If a teammate falls to the ground, the substitute goes up.

If you run out of ammo, you'll get hand-to-hand combat!

Thirty players divided into fifteen squads, divided into two groups from the east gate and the west gate, dispersed and outflanked in the direction of the north gate.

Since there was no radio command, it was agreed that the whistle would be blown.

The other four players with the highest contribution at the moment were personally led by Chu Guang, carrying the 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles they had just bought, each still carrying 15 rounds of ammunition, from Ximen to the flank and rear of the group of marauders.

When the whistle sounded, the whole woodland was filled with gunfire, and all that could be heard was bullets whizzing in the sky, and explosives were rattling, and it was impossible to hear what each other was saying.

But it doesn't matter!

For the players who were not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle situation was the more exciting it was for them, and the more favorable it was for them, and more than thirty people were stunned to fight with the momentum of sixty people, surrounding a mere ten marauders.

If it weren't for the fact that only the death penalty would have been waived, there would have been a resurrection CD left to be scrupulous, but I am afraid that they would have pulled out their javelins, axes, and small benches and rushed away.

"Pull the gun line, pull the gun line, don't stand still and fight, let's push from south to north. It's noon, they're backlit, and we're dominant! ”

"Let's outflank on the left and smoke on the right, they'll think they're surrounded!"

"You're shouting so loudly and aren't afraid of being heard?"

"Listen to the fart, they don't understand!"

"Damn, it makes sense!"

"Damn, this isn't much more exciting than squad."

"Grass, I think I've been shot...... Hey? It really doesn't hurt at all? ”

The marauders in front of the north gate were completely stunned.

They weren't a regular army originally, just stragglers, and the people they met in the past were all soft persimmons, the kind that broke when they were pinched, how could they have seen this kind of hard bones that are getting more and more fierce?

"How many of them are ????"

"I don't know! Damn, this is really a survivor stronghold of only thirty people?! How do I feel...... There are more than thirty of them that surround us alone! ”

"Damn, how do I feel like bandits than we are!"

It only had time to retreat fifty meters.

The marauders who had just dispersed were pressed to the ground, lying behind the bunkers and not daring to move, only to reluctantly return fire.

Bullets flew against the scalp, accompanied by the fire and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones, and javelins piercing through the smoke.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

They couldn't even tell which direction the bullets were coming from, they just felt that there were gunshots in all directions, and people in all directions.

"The enemy is on our flanks! Damn it! They are trying to surround us! ”

"What's that?! Just these cowards, how dare you surround us?! ”

"Grass, how dare they come out of the wall!"

The ten-captain named Badger was already stunned.

Obviously, it was his side that took the initiative to kill him, why was he surrounded by the other side?

The survivor dens he led his team to loot were ten, if not five. Among them, there are a few households, and the most are nearly a hundred, but I have never seen such a tenacious and outrageous one.

Boy.

Is this all the soldiers??

The badger could feel that the opponent's marksmanship was very bad, and the equipment was not as good as his own, but the momentum on his side was crushed by the opponent.

The sense of foreboding grew stronger, and a retreat had already sprouted in his heart.

But these people clearly do not intend to let them go.

The gunfire was clearly moving towards their flanks and rear, and was getting closer. If they don't find a way to kill them, they will soon face encirclement and suppression in three directions.

Realizing this, the blood in the badger's heart was also ignited.

His eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and loaded the iron-barreled rifle in his hand with a bayonet.

"Grass! Fight with them! ”

However, just as he was thinking this, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the bunker not far away.

I saw that in the man's hand, he was carrying a big guy with a strange shape, and its overall structure was composed of wooden barrels and iron pipes, just like ...... A large watering can?

The man placed the creature on the ground and set up the wooden bipod with the nozzle pointed at it, while muttering something to the mouth with an almost crazy laugh.

Badgers naturally can't understand.

But the nearby players heard it clearly, and they consciously avoided the madman.

"Hahahaha! Feel the heat of Lao Tzu! ”

A long and narrow fiery serpent erupted from the mouth of the iron pipe and poured it in the center of the marauders' position.

Although no one was drenched in this rain of fire, it ignited the surrounding dead branches and leaves, forming a sea of fire that divided the battlefield.

Smoke billowed up.

The ground is hot!

Smoke was everywhere, making it almost impossible for the marauders to aim.

Brother Mosquito only had time to spray a shuttle of flames, and immediately dropped his "Hellfire 0.2" and fled.

If you don't run, you can't do it.

This thing is very cool to spray, but the pressure of the discharge is not enough, and the fire burns back along the fuel, and it ignites itself.

Brother Mosquito hadn't run far before his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang.

Fortunately, the surrounding players dodged early, but they didn't hurt their own people.

Although it only had time to spray a shuttle, its effect had clearly been achieved.

The flames boiling on the battlefield, and the almost scorched air around them, became the last straw that broke the psychological defenses of the marauders.

The loud whistle sounded again, and it was the horn of the charge.

The players who formed a circle of bullets were almost finished, and the ground was full of smoke and fire, which was even more red-eyed.

When they heard the whistle, they rushed out of cover with a scream, picking up javelins, axes, and even bricks, and charging under the cover of shouts of killing and smoke.

Where have the surrounded marauders seen such a battle, they have always rushed at others, and how can they see someone rushing at themselves like this?

Morale was completely untenable.

These rabbles began to collapse from the outermost part and eventually fled.

One of the three hounds was bitten to death by the garbage king, one was directly scared away by the green-skinned lizard, and the other was shot to death as he fled.

Looking at his teammates who fell one after another, the badger felt desperate in his heart, tremblingly dropped the weapon in his hand, knelt on the ground and raised his hands.

"Stop! I beg you! ”

"We surrender!"

……

In principle, marauders rarely surrender, after all, they have never treated their captives well, and no one will treat them well.

But the blue coats on these people made the badger's heart a little lucky.

To live, who wants to die?

Nor are they strong believers themselves.

The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes before it ended.

Hearing the gunfire on this side of the base, nearby players continued to rush to support, and joined in the encirclement and suppression of the marauders with a tacit understanding.

So much so that when they hit the back, the number of people on Chu Guang's side became more and more, from the initial 34 people directly to 45 people, and the morale was getting higher and higher.

After the battle, Chu Guang led the players to extinguish the open fire in the forest, then cleaned up the battlefield and counted the casualties.

Originally, he had already planned to use the reserves of active substances, but he didn't expect the performance of these players to be beyond his expectations.

Although seven were wounded, none of them died.

The most seriously injured was a physique, and he was shot in the thigh while charging.

Fortunately, however, the bullet passed through it without injuring either the artery or the bone. Due to the shielding of the over-limit pain, by the time he realized it, the bleeding of the wound had stopped, and even the bandages were saved.

As for the predators, it can be said that it is quite miserable. Of the ten, five were killed on the spot, two were seriously wounded and bled to death, and the remaining three were captured with minor wounds.

The only fly in the ointment is that a total of more than 200 rounds of bullets were consumed, which directly consumed the amount of a trade, which made Chu Guang feel a pain in his flesh for a while.

These players really don't save him at all, and they can't wait to use up all the bullets they fire.

In particular, this revolver rifle is still semi-automatic, and the rate of fire is not low.

Anyway, there are ten people on the other side!

Is it hard to see someone shoot again?

What made Chu Guang unable to complain the most was that four of the seven people who died were killed by javelins, bows and arrows, and axes, and only one of them really died of gunshot wounds.

One of them was knocked down by himself with a gun.

"We've got to find a chance for these players to practice their guns!"

No, it's better for them to buy their own guns and raise their own ammunition!

According to this style of play, fierce is really fierce, and just is really strong, but just one battle consumed nearly half of the outpost's ammunition inventory.

With the current logistics of the Vault, it's really a bit overwhelming.

Fortunately, the gains in this battle are not small, which can be regarded as a comfort to Chu Guang.

There were ten guns, nearly eighty rounds of ammunition of various calibers, a Molotov cocktail that didn't have time to use, and two dirty needles.

"What is this?"

Chu Guang glanced at the captive who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pointed to the needle in his hand.

The captive raised his head and quickly buried himself in fear.

"Doping ......"

"Is it easy to use?"

"Uh, it should be fine."

No matter how good it is, Chu Guang didn't dare to try it on himself, so he threw it away with the pile of loot, maybe one day there will be players who are interested in buying it and researching it.

Then, Chu Guang instructed several players next to him to tie the three wounded captives hand and foot together and tie them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.

The outpost is currently not repairing a prison, so it can only be watched like this for the time being.

To be honest, Chu Guang hadn't figured out what to do with the three captives.

I heard that some survivor settlements were hanged directly, some were sold to slave traders or mines, and some of the more curious ones were organ harvesting and sold individually.

After all, biomimetic organs are usually expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary people, compared to tissues harvested from slaves or clones.

But this kind of anti-human thing, Chu Guang can't do it.

Besides, he doesn't have the conditions to do that kind of surgery here.

At this time, Fang Chang, who was carrying a bow and arrows, walked over from not far away.

When the battle broke out earlier, the cattle and horses were hunting in the nearby city, and when they heard the gunshots and rushed back, the battle was basically coming to an end.

It can be said that they have no sense of participation in this battle.

"Honorable Administrator, the marauders of the north have discovered us, and my suggestion is that we should take advantage of the victory! Don't give them any respite and end this dumb mystery once and for all! ”

"That's right!"

"them!"

Glancing at the eager players around him, Chu Guang thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"We don't have the conditions to take the initiative right now."

Woodland warfare and urban warfare are completely two different concepts, the former is the home of their own side, while the latter is the home of those who maraud.

Pulling these players into the city to fight street battles with the marauders and storm minefields is basically the same as giving away heads.

The resurrection CD is at least three days, so you have to be cautious.

According to the information obtained by the garbage king through several reconnaissances, the marauder tribe located in the abandoned tire factory is at least fifty people in size. Based on the intelligence of Liszt's caravan, it is estimated that this number is around sixty to seventy.

If it weren't for the other party's misjudgment of the strength of his side, he would not have sent only a ten-person team over.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that these ten people have been left by themselves, and the other party can't figure out the reality on his side for a while, and he may not even know whether the person sent out to fight Qiu Feng is dead or alive.

According to the normal way of thinking, they will send a few scouts to inquire about the information first, and then plan the next round of attacks.

Of course, it's not possible that they don't play their cards according to the routine.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang then looked at the players beside him.

"Our enemies have a lot of experience in street fighting, they have been active in the area for a long time, and they are far more familiar with the terrain of the city than we are. With no absolute superiority in numbers and equipment, it would not be a wise decision to rush into their home stadium. ”

"At the moment our strategy is still mainly defensive, supplemented by harassment. Wear down their vital strength in a protracted battle, forcing them to give up their advantages and move into our home turf. ”

"I have a strong premonition that the upcoming heavy snowfall will provide us with the perfect opportunity."

"And before that, what we have to do is to trade time for space and do our best to develop."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the war has begun!"