"Come live, come live!"

"Another war? It's cool, it's been a long time since I've done a fight! ”

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

"If you hesitate, you will lose!"

"Can I go with me if I don't get a mission? It's okay if you don't have money, I'll just watch a plot! ”

"Goblin bazookas are sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins a shot! If you can't buy it, you can't lose money, and you can't be fooled! ”

"Give me one, the money is owed first!"

"Get out!"

The west entrance of the outpost.

A large group of players, armed with their weapons and ammo, run to the open space in front of the trench to assemble.

It was so lively that it didn't look like it was going to be a war, but it was like a festival.

In particular, a certain young player who was specially tortured went to the warehouse to rent a caravan and packed the barrels, gun mounts, and shells in one go.

even hired a new member of the power department to help pull the car.

"Big guy! Yes, can you give me a shot? ”

When the mosquito heard this, he was immediately happy, and he smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"A must! Good brothers! Listen to my command in a moment, you will light the fire! ”

"Okay!!"

Such a big movement can be seen by any eye.

The nomads who had returned from fetching water from the lake looked over in amazement, looking at each other and chattering.

"What are they going to do?"

"Is it a war?"

"They all have guns in their hands!"

"Who is this going to fight? Predator? Or is it a xenogene? ”

Carrying two plastic buckets filled with water, the two sisters, Akikusa and Akiba, looked curiously at the manager-sama who came out of the west gate.

The eyes of the two of them fell on his back, the impressive hammer.

"It's so big......"

"Then the hammer must be at least a few dozen kilograms, right?"

"The armor looks heavy, too, is it made of steel?"

"He's not tired at all!"

"It's not polite to stare at people all the time."

"Hmm, okay...... Wait a minute! Why do you just say autumn leaves? The person who has been staring at it obviously has a sister too, right? ”

Autumn grass blushed and repeated.

"No, you can't be rude."

More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

From a distance of several tens of meters, they looked curiously at the soldiers in front of the trench and discussed what was happening.

Is this going to war?

Fighting a war kills people, right?

But why was the expression on the faces of those soldiers so excited?

Aren't they afraid of death at all?

Many nomads couldn't help but feel a trace of awe in their hearts, the morale of these blue coats was even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

While the clansmen were talking, the patriarch Iron Axe came out of the crowd with several hunters with bows, arrows and javelins on their backs.

Coming to the front of the manager, Wu Tieaxe clasped his hands into fists and said respectfully.

"My lord, these people behind me are the elite of our clan, as long as you nod, 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's heart suddenly moved slightly, and when the words came to his mouth, he temporarily changed his mouth, nodded and said.

"You'll be next to me for a moment."

"Yes! My lord. ”

Motioning for Yu Hu, Wu Tieaxe and the others to wait in place, Chu Guang walked in front of the players, and under the expectation of countless pairs of eyes, he opened his mouth to read the lines he had spent ten minutes coming up with.

"For a long time, the people of Bate Street endured the oppression of the mayor, starving, destitute, and struggling to survive under his rule. And all the money and wealth that he had taken by him went into his pocket, just to satisfy the selfish desires of one person. ”

"His crimes are too numerous to mention. And now, he has not only hit us with his ideas, but also broken through the bottom line of our tolerance, secretly colluding with our sworn enemies, the Bloody Hand Clan, to conclude secret alliances, and even instigating them to launch aggression against us! ”

"Justice may be late, but it will not be absent, and it's time to let that insatiable old leech know what will happen to anger us."

"Everyone, go with me!"

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

"Liberate Bate Street!"

"For the little fish!"

"Whew!!"

……

Bate Street.

Central Castle.

The study on the top floor was jerked open, and a guard in a deerskin coat rushed in, walking through a long row of bookshelves to the mayor.

"My lord! We've got a lot of people coming north! Yes, there are more than fifty of them! ”

"How much?!"

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

The north wind hunts outside the tower.

He came out of the room before he had time to put on his coat, and he was blown to the point where he was shivering. Ignoring the cold, he grabbed the telescope hanging beside him and looked in the direction of the north.

I saw a group of people wearing fur coats and carrying long and short guns in their hands, more like a team of marauders than the marauders, and marched violently in the direction of Bate Street.

On this cold day when the north wind was howling, a drop of sweat oozed from the old mayor's forehead.

Turning his head sharply, he grabbed the guards who had followed him to the top of the tower, and roared loudly with spittle.

"Quick, gather all the guards, pick up your weapons and go to the north gate!"

"Also, send a man to Charlie and ask him to mobilize the Orions of Bate Street! All men over the age of 14 are gathered at the door of the armory! ”

"Go now!"

The guard was so yelled that his legs trembled, and he nodded his head again and again.

"Yes, yes!"

The rapid ringing of the castle's bells pierced the silence of Bate Street.

The survivors standing in the street had no idea what was happening, and thought it was the looters coming, and rushed to their homes, packing up their things and preparing to escape, panicking.

Hearing the hurried bell, old Charlie did not panic at all, but breathed a sigh of relief, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

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

For example, if a mayor with a head full of straw bales ignites a powder keg before he does something even more stupid, there will be fewer poor people implicated.

Not surprisingly, he would soon send someone to find him, so that he could mobilize the Orions of Bate Street and stand on the fence to fight the blue coats to the end.

Closing the curtain of the grocery store, the old man grabbed a cane and hid in the panicked crowd.

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

The guard, dressed in a deerskin coat, received the iron rifle and ammunition from the captain's hand, and then rushed to the north gate with fast steps, guarding the back of the bunker and waiting for it.

However, the bunker made of scrap metal and concrete garbage did not give them much of a sense of security.

Except for a few veterans whose faces were crawling with wrinkles, many of the young guards had panic and apprehension on their faces, and their hands holding guns oozed nervous sweat.

A big force like the Bloody Hand Clan won't come after receiving protection money.

Usually their opponents are all xenospecies, and the most dangerous ones are only a few mutant brown bears. Only on rare occasions will they encounter predators who come to the door to blackmail, and those people are usually not ordinary crotch pullers, poor even less than the hunters in the town.

This is the first time that many young guards have encountered such a situation!

Glancing around at the guards around him, Old Walter with a shotgun had a solemn look on his face.

With the addition of himself, there are only 11 people in total, half of whom are still the doormen in the old mayor's house, and the bullets fired in a year may not add up to 30 rounds.

The captain of the guard on the side scolded angrily at his subordinates beside him.

"What about people? Is that all? What about the hunters in town? Give them guns and let them disperse outside the building! ”

The young guard said with a rifle in his arms.

"Old Charlie went to mobilize...... Yes, it will be soon. ”

"It's too late," Old Walter said, looking out of the bunker, "those people are already here." ”

Snow-covered streets.

A group of fur-clad soldiers with long guns and short guns, led by a heavily armored man, appeared at the end of the street and spread out behind the surrounding covers.

The two sides are separated by two hundred meters and have already entered the combat distance!

However, no one moved, just a tense confrontation.

At this moment, Walter's brows shrank suddenly, and he saw a pitch-black cannon barrel pushed out from the corner of the street from the opposite side!

They still have cannons?!

The barrel was about the length of a leg, probably cast, the walls of the pipe were quite thick, and the muzzle of the black hole emitted a cold light.

Despite its humble appearance, no one dares to underestimate its power.

The captain of the guard on the side swallowed his saliva, finally lost his breath, and shouted loudly to the opposite side.

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

Nonsense......

Does this stupid question still need to be asked?

Walter complained in his heart, silently reloaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.

However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a man in an animal skin coat, with his hands raised to show that he had no weapon, stood up from behind the cover, and walked out.

Old Walter narrowed his eyes.

Having looked at the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face on the street.

Apparently it wasn't just him who recognized the man's identity, but also several young guards next to him, whispering in whispers.

"Zhao Rat?"

"Like...... It's really him! ”

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

"I remember! It was last month, it seems that when I went north to hunt deer, I bumped into someone from the Bloody Hand Clan...... was also arrested by the second child of the Yang family. ”

"Yang Ergou?"

"Yes, yes, that's the guy!"

Just as the guards were talking, Zhao Rat, who had walked forward for one or twenty meters, stopped, opened his voice and shouted loudly.

"Folks, I'm Zhao Rat! I'm here to help you! ”

"Help us?"

The captain of the guard behind the bunker smiled coldly, and shouted at Zhao Yuli who was standing in the snow, "The help you are talking about is this help?" ”

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

But thinking of the dozens of soldiers behind him who supported him, and thinking of what the previous manager said to him, his eyes rekindled with fire, and the waist that had just bent a little bit straightened again.

Looking at his fellow villagers behind the bunker, he raised his voice and said loudly.

"A month ago, the second child of the Yang family and I went north to hunt deer, but unfortunately we were captured by the marauders of the Bloody Hand Clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was going to die, it was our neighbors...... It was these people behind me who rescued me from the dungeons of the marauders. ”

The guards behind the bunker were in a commotion, their faces showing surprise.

Rescued from the marauder's dungeon?

Does this mean that the Bloody Hand Clan has been wiped out by them?!

Zhao Rat did not pause and continued.

"Not only did they give me food, clothing, fuel, but they also gave me work and shelter to keep me from hunger and cold. Not only did they take me in, but they also took in other captives who had been rescued together. I don't mean anything else, I just want you to know that they're not our enemies—"

"Nonsense!" The captain of the guard scolded, "You white-eyed wolf who can't be fed! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wag your tail and beg them for mercy, be willing to be their dogs, and even aim your fangs at your fellow citizens! What about your conscience? ”

Zhao Rat was angry and roared loudly.

"Conscience? Are you embarrassed to say conscience? Tell me out loud, who is the white-eyed wolf who can't be fed? We scavenger, we hunt, we trade our lives for chips, but what do we get? We pay him an annual tribute, endure his exploitation, use the money we earn to buy the rest of the garbage he picks, and be ridden on the head and by those marauders outside! ”

"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the marauders? He's never protected anyone, he's never seen only himself, and he's never even stepped out of his castle when we need him! ”

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lived in the castle was the same as the people of the Bloody Hand Clan! He uses the fruits of our labor to honor the marauders, and even helps the villains to suck our flesh together! You think I'm kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloody Hand Clan, in a vain attempt to encourage the villains to ransack our neighbors! ”

As he spoke, Zhao Rat took out a letter from his arms and held it high.

"Do you want me to read it to you?"

Hearing this, old Walter's eyes widened.

The young guards next to him also showed surprised expressions on their faces.

The old mayor and the people of the Bloody Hand clan are in the same group?

Really?!

Looking at the wavering eyes of the guards around him, sweat oozed from the forehead of the guard captain.

His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not thought up by the hillbilly who didn't even know a word.

Someone must have taught him that!

If this guy is allowed to continue talking, I am afraid that this battle will already be lost without fighting.

As the mayor's descendant, he is also a vested interest. Rightly or wrongly, the captain of the guard is on his side, and he must be on the mayor's side.

What's more, the situation is not so bad, although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Bate Street.

Now that the armory has been opened, as long as Old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, the fight may not be lost!

Quickly making a judgment, looking at Zhao Rat, who had already begun to read the letter, the captain of the guard shouted.

"Fire!"

However, the shots did not ring out, and no one responded to his orders at all.

Listening to the almost flattering and flattering content of the letter, not only the young guards, but even the old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time.

The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes spurting with rage.

He didn't wait any longer, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the hillbilly who was pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Syllable!

Whoosh –

The first bullet grazed Zhao Rat in the face and hit the snowdrift behind him, so frightened that he immediately threw himself aside and hid behind the wreckage of the car buried in the heavy snow.

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

"Are you crazy!?"

The captain of the guard glared at him viciously, then at the guards huddled behind cover.

"I'm polite to the marauders! If you don't want to die, call me! ”

Across the street, looking at the bullet marks that fell not far away, the players not panicked at all, but shouted excitedly.

"Boss! The opposite side opened fire! ”

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

"Rushed them!"

Although there are some deviations from the plan, since the opposite side has already opened fire.

Chu Guang didn't hesitate, looked at the mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.

"Hit!"

"Okay!" After getting the order to fire, the mosquito gave the new moe standing in the running position a look, and excitedly opened his throat and shouted, "Waste Er! ”

The shooting Zhu Yuan had already been set, and the budding of the power system immediately lit the fuse behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.

Bang ——!

Flames and white smoke erupted, and thunderous cannonballs cut a parabola through the air and smashed into the north gate of Bate Street.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden gate exploded as if it had been struck by lightning!

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

At this moment, a whistle was heard in the distance of the street, followed by an earth-shattering shout of killing, like rolling waves rushing towards the defensive position.

"Fire! Call me all! ”

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

The already low morale was shattered by the sound of the cannon, listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone poking out his head to shoot, he was already brave if he didn't leave cover and escape.

Seeing that the other guards had been frightened, Old Walter couldn't help but think of what had happened a long time ago.

A long, long time ago, when he was still young, Bate Street was sacked once by the raiders of the Bloody Hand Clan.

There were 12 people in the guard at that time, and 11 people were killed, and only two survived.

Even if you succeed in mobilizing the hunters in the town, what will it be?

These people are ruthless people who have even stepped on the lair of the Bloody Hand Clan, and stepping on them is probably a matter of charging.

Moreover......

Old Walter had just recognized the man who had given the order to attack, the blue coat who had spent some time in Bate Street and had gone to an unknown location.

If these people had come out of the shelter, it wouldn't have to be a source of embarrassment for them.

"Surrender...... Reinforcements haven't come yet, so it's estimated that they won't come. There are only 11 of us here, and we can't be their opponents. ”

Old Walter put down his gun.

Looking at the captain of the guard who turned his gun to aim at him, he sighed and said.

"Why bother? Now that there are no dead on either side, they may not be too bad at treating the prisoners of war. ”

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

"Don't push me."

Old Walter reached out and took the barrel of his gun, did not move, and looked at him earnestly.

"If you must fight, then shoot."

"A lot of people will die today, and it's not a bad thing to be ahead of it."

Looking at the captain of the guard whose expression changed from fierce to stiff, and from stiff to desperate, old Walter breathed a sigh of relief and slowly removed the rifle from his trembling hand.

"Thank you, you gave all of us a chance to live."

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

"Hope."