At the east gate of the Wetland Park, at the junction of 76th Street and the wreckage of the viaduct, the gunfire and explosions of the firefight were combined.

The group paddled to the edge of 76th Street, and before they could go any further, they were ambushed by the mutant squad.

The two people who walked in front were shot as hedgehogs on the spot, and the other eight people scattered and retreated, hid behind cover, and pulled out their weapons to shoot back.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the front, the group of cattle and horses who came out of the park immediately rushed to support.

However, the mutant ambushers apparently spotted them as well, and soon several cold arrows flew towards them.

Fang Chang, who was hit by an arrow in the stomach, was dragged to the back of the bunker by Lao Bai.

"Gan! If Lao Tzu had brought the mechanical compound bow with him, he wouldn't have shot these bastards! ”

Fang Chang scolded and stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could touch the shaft of the arrow, he was slapped away by Lao Bai's hand.

"What for?"

Lao Bai said with a serious face.

"I just saw those mutant arrows, they all have hooks, you have to pull them out, be careful to bring out the intestines!"

Hiss......

Fang Chang gasped in a shudder.

It doesn't hurt, but it's scary to hear.

Squaaning behind a nearby cover, the Canyon Fugitive Mole lit a Molotov cocktail and handed it to the nearby Power player, pointing in the direction for him to throw it.

The Molotov cocktail draws a beautiful parabola over friendly lines and on the mutants' positions. Burning wood tar splatters in all directions, turning the wreckage of the scrap car into a ball of fire, forcing the mutants behind to leave the bunker.

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

However, it is useless to just have a large cripple.

The wounded mutants are quickly dragged into the street-side façade by their teammates, and the wounds of these green-skinned muscular guys will freeze and scab over at an incredible rate, and they will stand in front of them again before waiting for a moment.

The only one in the Niu Ma squad with a gun is Ye Shi, after a period of training, his shooting experience is much better than when he first touched the gun, but it is still not easy to hit the target from a distance of two or three hundred meters.

Especially the cold arrows thrown from the opposite side caused him a lot of trouble.

Several arrows he dodged with his high perceptual instinct, almost grazing his ears and flying over, bluffing his heart to the pound.

If you're not careful, you'll go back to the forum directly.

"! Lao Tzu has never fought such a disgusting opponent! "Looking at the predator who was shot and was still the same as the one who was fine, Ye Shi, who finally hit it, has already begun to scold his mother angrily.

The last Molotov cocktail was also used up, and the mole brother yelled at the top of his voice.

"We don't have any guns with us, let's get out!"

These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for moths, but now they're all used on mutants.

Hearing that the teammates behind him were planning to withdraw, the edge paddling that was dragged in front of him panicked, and hurriedly shouted to the back.

"Gan! Don't leave us behind! ”

Fang Chang, who was lying next to Lao Bai in the middle of the arrow, scolded.

"Then you gave Lao Tzu a gun! We went to the next book, and we didn't even bring a gun! ”

Canyon fugitive mole: "What about mosquitoes?!" How long do you have to prepare? ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Finally picking up his chest from his teammate's corpse, Mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the "Tempest Version 0.5 Individual Soldier Only" inside.

Before he had time to introduce his equipment, the mosquito lit the fuse, carried the thigh-thick bazooka on his shoulder, aimed at the mutant closest to him, and shouted stubbornly at the top of his throat.

"Waste El!"

The tail flames and white smoke from the rocket poured into his mouth, and a huge fist slammed straight into the abandoned bus fifty meters away, and then exploded into a ball of orange-red fire.

One thing to say, this power is quite amazing!

In particular, having learned the lesson of [Killing Chickens at Midnight], this time the Mosquito replaced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead and increased the charge.

Although he didn't hit his target directly, the flames that rolled up swallowed a mutant directly, and he let out a terrible scream, rolling in the snow and being killed by the players in the front row.

Fang Chang, who was hiding behind the cover, glanced at the situation on the other side, and said with a frown.

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

Lao Bai: "How do I feel that there are at least 20 of them!" ”

Fang Chang: "20 is unlikely, there are really so many, they didn't shoot at us, they had already rushed the gang in front!" ”

It is precisely because the number is not dominant that the playing style is more obscene, and Fang Chang judged it this way.

However, even then, the situation is not optimistic.

There are 9 people on the side of the Cow and Horse Squad, and the equipment they bring is "moth weapons", which are useless against mutants.

The 10 people over there were all carrying guns, but they were caught off guard at the beginning, and now only 5 people are still holding their positions, and the rest are either dead or wounded, and they are serious enough to lose their combat effectiveness.

The will of the players is very tenacious, and as long as the hands can still move, they will not stop fighting, but the gap caused by reality factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.

They weren't up against one or two mutants.

It's a whole mutant ambush team!

This team is estimated to have been ambushed here for a while, just waiting for them to enter the ambush circle and give them a head-on blow.

The greenhouse convoy behind was in a dilemma.

Both Fang Chang and the mole knew in their hearts that if they continued to stalemate like this, they would definitely be more auspicious.

But let the teammates in front of them retreat, and those mutants will surely charge without fear and eat all the allies in front.

The ammunition was almost exhausted, and [Edge Paddling] felt a horizontal in his heart, took off his VM, stuffed it into a satchel made of fur, and threw it at Fang Chang and his party behind.

"Take my VM back! Retreat! ”

Ye Shi reached out and picked up the satchel, looked at the edge guy in front of him who had loaded the rifle with a bayonet, and exclaimed.

"Damn, brother, are you crazy?! Fight with mutants with bayonets?! ”

The old man on the edge looked sad, looked at the love gun he had just bought in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Let's go! Leave me alone! ”

Night Ten said confusedly.

"No, I mean you threw your gun over too!"

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

Edge paddling: "%¥#@!" ”

As if sensing the firepower of the prey in front of them, the mutants began to push forward, ready to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

Just as the old man on the edge was scolding and about to throw the gun over, there was a sudden movement in the direction of the wetland park.

One after another, familiar figures came out of the jungle.

Fang Chang, who was leaning behind the cover, instantly lit up with hope in his eyes, and shouted at the friendly troops in front of him with his throat.

"Reinforcements!"

"Our reinforcements are coming!"

Almost at the same time as he shouted, a dense burst of gunfire came out of the jungle with a mountain of shouts of killing.

"Kill!"

"For the Alliance!"

"For the sake of Your Majesty!"

The surging battle cry made people's blood boil, and although almost every player shouted a different slogan, this group of stragglers was stunned to shout the momentum of thousands of troops.

The fearless mutants also seem to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

However, instead of turning and fleeing like the Marauders, they were provoked by the charge with savagery and brutality in their veins, roaring and throwing down their bows and javelins, pulling out their potted tomahawks and wire-wrapped clubs, and charging towards the players who rushed towards them.

This flock of lambs to the slaughter dare to fight with themselves!

The two sides quickly collided with each other and began a hand-to-hand fight. The player who rushed to the front was thrown out with a stick, but soon more players stabbed with spears, poking the mutants who rushed forward into hedgehogs.

Before they charged, they threw away their VMs, and they completely removed the reserve and camouflage of civilized people.

Everyone was ready to sacrifice, even in the face of monsters that were more than a dozen levels stronger than themselves, no one was afraid.

In reality, just cower.

It's already in the game, and you're still afraid of a chicken?

Three days later, another hero!

Both sides were red-eyed, and the scene was extremely bloody for a while!

Those mutants probably saw such a brave human for the first time, and they rushed to the face instead of turning and fleeing, but fought back and forth with them.

"Roar!!

Wildly waving his club, an "elite" who was significantly more burly than the other mutants blocked the axe that was slashing at him with his muscular arm, and then smashed the man carrying the axe into the air with a wave of the mallet.

It's like playing baseball!

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

Grass, it's really coming!

Shaking off the red and white from the stick, the mutant elite angrily looked at the humans around them who ignored themselves and screamed as they rushed up.

This is the first time!

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

The man had shiny breastplates, steel plates attached to his body, and his hands held a ridiculously large war hammer in his hands, and he stepped towards him with a steady, determined step.

Sensing a dangerous aura from the man's body, the mutant elite lowered his body slightly and clenched the mallet in his hand.

"Roaring ——!"

With another roar, his feet jerked and he swung his mallet at the target, which was armed into a tin can.

"I'm going to smash your skull!!"

Chu Guang didn't panic at all, picked up the hammer in his hand, and smashed it towards the mutant.

The power of 16 points, combined with the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, is enough to take down a wall even with an ordinary hammer.

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

"Goodbye."

The collision of flesh and blood!

The nitrogen armor that was almost compressed into solid exploded in an instant, and before the mutant elite could come to his senses, it was blasted out and shattered into slag with a mallet and arm!

Falling next to the trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant elite who was alive and well a second ago was dying in an instant.

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

"The managers are awesome!"

"Rush!"

"The head is mine!"

Seeing that the elite monster was knocked out by the NPC, the players wielding spears and axes rushed up to mend the knife excitedly as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Holding the hammer to stabilize his figure, Chu Guang glanced at his dying opponent expressionlessly, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

At the moment of the handover just now, the power he felt from his wrist and the tiger's mouth was obviously above the "bear"!

I didn't expect that just a slightly older elite monster would have such strength!

Plus that change. State of resilience, no wonder his little players play so hard!

After beheading the mutant elite, Chu Guang did not stop, and continued to hold the hammer forward to find the enemy, picking out those who were left alone.

Ordinary bows and arrows and stones hit his breastplate like a tickle, and they couldn't even scratch them. Blunt blows are a problem, but under the player's cover, almost no mutants can touch them, and he hammers them with a hammer.

After blasting the third mutant away, the last mutant was also under siege by the players, being stabbed into a hedgehog with spears and javelins, and having their heads chopped off by an axe.

The encounter, which broke out at the entrance to 76th Street, ended in victory for Vault 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and not a single one surrendered.

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

The total number of players participating in the battle was 101, 15 killed and 6 wounded.

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

Picking up the VM that had been thrown on the ground earlier, the players received the battle report from the administrator, and their faces showed surprised expressions.

"I'm ...... 101 people besieged 11, and 4 more died than the opposite! ”

"Be content, according to the official website data, the level of mutants is at least level 20 or above, and I feel more than that! Last time, ten people besieged one, and they were all beaten 1 dead and 1 wounded, and this time they were ambushed and all of them were wiped out on the other side, anyway, I was already content. ”

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

"It's meaningless, there are tanks on the other side, the blood is thick and the defense is high, and the recovery power is strong, as if it is a hegemon. Even if you run out of bullets and then rush, I don't think the difference is very big, but maybe the teammates in front of you have been washed to death, and the battle damage is higher. ”

"These greenskins are too fierce, and my axe was directly dried and flew out."

"What are you doing, this guy we besieged, he had three javelins stuck in his body, and he was still there with a mallet to fight us, and then he shot his head at close range to kill this guy!"

"Is it reasonable not to sharpen it?"

"Anyway, why didn't you have a big bun in Roshan?"

"This newcomer is too cowardly, and it is recommended to recruit more CF players in the next session."

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

Although the injury was not light, his face was full of excitement.

Fighting these mutants is much cooler than chasing the Marauders!

Sure enough, this is called war.

Running after the villains who bully the weak and fear the hard can only be called slaughter.

"Your Excellency, are we going to take advantage of the victory?"

Chu Guang glanced at the injuries on his body and said lightly.

"Your injuries are not light, and it is easy to cause irreversible damage if you continue to fight, and I don't want to see anyone die of serious injuries again."

"Take your teammates and go back to the training pod to rest."

It's not realistic to chase after victory.

Instead of rushing into the forest to attack, these mutants chose to ambush at the entrance to 76th Street, suggesting that they are not as brainless as they seem.

Not only were they proficient in the art of guerrilla, but they were also cautious.

The reason why there are no reinforcements at this time is presumably not because there is no reinforcement to spare, and it is very likely that they deliberately showed weakness and scattered their men around to set up an ambush.

If he leads people to rush up, it will definitely be a new round of tragic meat grinder.

Why bother?

Three days and one life, grinding can grind you to death.

Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang smiled, turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby players to pack up the corpses, equipment, and loot on the ground and return to the outpost.

The corpses were crammed into several caravans, and the smell of blood could be smelled from far away.

Looking at the corpses on the caravan, the nomads watching at the east gate had expressions of surprise and panic on their faces.

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

Many of them had minor or serious injuries on their bodies, and some were simply covered in blood, unable to distinguish between the enemy's and their own.

However, everyone's faces were nonchalant, and they even talked and laughed with their weapons on their shoulders, chatting and laughing with their comrades next to them.

These people seem to have no idea what fear is, and they see death as a cloud.

It's like the god of war under the command of the ancestors!

Many marriageable and unmatched tribal girls not only have red faces, but also wet eyes.

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

"Your Excellency, are you hurt?"

"The blood of the enemy."

I wiped it casually, but I couldn't erase it, and Chu Guang didn't bother to care about it, so he looked at Wu Tieaxe and continued.

"There is a tribe of mutants on 76th Street, the number is at least 30 or more, the exact number is unknown, let your people stay away from there."

"Also, if there's any movement, report it to me immediately."

"Don't go into battle without permission!"

Hearing that there were actually mutants on the other side, Wu Tieaxe looked at the blood on Chu Guang's breastplate, and his heart was shocked.

With both hands clenched into fists, he respectfully received the order.

"Yes!"

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(The schedule is a little unstable these days, I try to adjust it, can it be sent out at ten o'clock or try to be more at ten o'clock!) _(:з」∠)_）