"It's too peaceful here, too."

North of Long Farmstead.

In a dark and silent abandoned town.

With a white mist coming out of his mouth, the man with the rifle forgot to glance out the window, his narrowed eyes flashing dangerously.

A lantern rests next to his boots, and a black hyena crawls at his feet, purring in his throat.

The man's name was Gray Wolf.

Although his name has the word wolf, he has nothing to do with the "wolf" clan, one of the three major clans of the Chewing Bone Tribe, and is just a centurion under the command of Lionfang.

Unlike other centurions, before joining the Chewy Bone Tribe, he was just a wandering mercenary, who had sold his life for the Legion and beaten his old club for the people of the Great Rift Valley, and he would follow whoever gave him money anyway.

Later, the Chewing Bone tribe recruited troops everywhere, and various marauder forces took refuge one after another, so he also took a few of his brothers and took the opportunity to join in.

It turned out to be the right decision.

The life of a marauder is much cooler than being a mercenary.

The law of the jungle is practiced here, the strong are respected, and fists and bullets are the law. As long as you are strong enough, you can gain respect, and as long as you are ruthless enough, you can become the leader of a group of people.

Following the banner of the Lion's Tooth, he fought his way from the central part of the province of the River Valley to the southernmost part. There are more than 100 heads in the tent, and the name has risen from the original ten-division to the centurion.

However, he is a foreigner after all, and the centurion is basically the limit of what he can achieve by his personal ability.

Even if the marauders are weak-minded and organized and disciplined by violence and plunder, it is not easy for anyone to fully enter the core of their power.

He had to prove his bravery.

Prove his worth with a hearty victory.

And now, this opportunity has finally made him wait.

About a month ago, the Black Snake tribe stationed in the east refused to join them, apparently intending to monopolize the prey on the northern outskirts of Qingquan City.

Lord Liontooth was angry, but with the heavy snow closing the road and the blizzard blowing, even if he was reluctant to do so, it was impossible for him to drive his troops into the snowdrifts.

Recently, however, there has been a turnaround.

The blizzard, which lasted for a month, finally slowed down.

The gray wolf seized the opportunity and immediately took the initiative to ask for help, expressing his willingness to serve as the vanguard and lead his troops to attack the long farm in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, clearing the way for the departure of the large army.

After consulting the staff officer, Lionfang immediately agreed to his request.

Yuanxi Town is too far away from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

If they can take the long farm, their large army will be able to seize the tail of winter and advance at least twenty kilometers south, completely leaving behind the Black Snake tribe far away in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City.

He highly appreciated his bravery, and in order to make this battle more head-on, Lionfang gave him more than 50 foreign raiders and weapons and equipment, and asked him to pull out this nail in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Integrating the more than fifty foreign raiders into his command, the gray wolf immediately gathered more than 150 troops, took ten days' supplies, weapons and ammunition, and set off towards the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Brave a blizzard to march is quite a risky decision, but at the same time ultra-low visibility is a cover.

The gray wolf is not a brave man.

Although the strength of the opponent is not known, they can block the offensive of their friendly forces and force Black Snake's troops to stop at the southern outskirts of Tianshui City, these people are obviously not as easy to deal with as imagined.

Taking advantage of the last blizzard in December, he and his men arrived in an abandoned town, ten kilometers north of Long Farm, where they lurked.

Instead of attacking immediately, he sent scouts to observe and let the others rest in the house and recharge until the evening.

The snow outside the window stopped slightly.

Looking at the approaching figure not far away, the gray wolf gently kicked the sleeping hyena next to him.

"Get up."

"It's time to get to work."

The purring hyena looked up, and saw his master get up from his chair and go to the door, carrying a lantern, and followed on tiptoe.

In the living room on the first floor, half of the wall collapsed, the man wrapped in a white cloth shook the snow off his body at the door, walked in front of the gray wolf, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Boss."

The gray wolf sat down on the couch and looked at him.

"Tell me what you saw."

The scout said respectfully.

"There is a ruin at the east gate, the camp of the homeless people who should have been there was completely destroyed by the blizzard, and the ground is full of garbage, and it seems that the survivors are not having a good time, and this blizzard has hit them hard."

The gray wolf continued.

"Where did the people go?"

The scout shook his head.

"I don't know, but it's certainly not within the walls, and I've been observing them all day, and they've cooked twice, and the smoke that floats is the weight of seventy or eighty people at most."

The surviving stronghold called "Long Farm" is not low in the wall, and there are no obvious commanding heights around it, at most a few gentle slopes, and it is difficult to fully see the situation inside from the outside.

The gray wolf's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Seventy or eighty?

"Are you sure?"

The scout nodded affirmatively.

"I'm sure!"

The gray wolf's brow furrowed.

A survivor stronghold of only seventy or eighty people.

Truth be told, there's something wrong with this number.

He didn't believe that the survivors couldn't see the strategic value of the fortress in the wilderness, which had become a gateway to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

As long as you take it, it is equivalent to knocking on the doors of all the survivors in the entire northern suburbs.

Or is it ......

Those fools naively thought that with the cover of heavy snow, they could sit back and relax?

However, the naivety of his opponent is a good thing for him.

The corners of the gray wolf's mouth curled into a smile, and the expression was very similar to that of the hyena lying at his feet.

"Go back and keep watching."

"We'll be there in a moment."

The scout perked up and said excitedly.

"Yes!"

……

Night.

There was a light snow in the sky.

On the fence of the long-term farmstead.

Lu Bei, who was wearing a black coat, looked at the north, tightened the strap of his rifle, and moved the soles of his feet slightly to circulate the frozen blood.

Today is the last day of the year 211 of the Wasteland Era.

The outpost, ten kilometers away, seemed to be celebrating the arrival of the New Year, but it had little to do with them on duty.

The threat from the north is approaching.

And this is the front line.

Standing here, they can't let up for a moment.

Carrying the lamp to the wall, the slightly older guard patted Lu Bei's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Is it okay, young man? If you can't do it, just change me for a while, it's time for a shift. ”

Lu Bei glanced at VM and shook his head stubbornly.

"Ten minutes to go."

"Roar, it seems that I came a little early," the old man smiled, and placed the lamp on the wall, "I'll stand with you for a while." ”

The older guard's name was Jixiang, and he was the oldest in the entire guard, and it was said that he would turn forty next year.

People always call him an old man in a friendly way, although he himself always argues, saying that forty years old is not old, but recently the arthritis is getting more and more serious, and he gradually began to sigh that the years are not forgiving.

Lu Bei had heard his story, this was once a city man from Boulder City, and later went to work as a mercenary, and then somehow became a prisoner of the Bloody Hand Clan and was captured in a dungeon.

He had a scar on his chest, which he said was from a dead claw, but no one believed it, and everyone thought he was bragging.

After all, if he could escape from under the mouth of the Dead Claw, how could he be taken down by the marauders of the Bloody Hand Clan?

Every time he talked about it, the old man would argue excitedly, describing how dangerous the situation was, and how he was caught in order to cover the retreat of his teammates.

And every time at this time, someone always dismantles the stage and asks-

'What about your teammates?' The ashes of the bloody hands are cold, and someone should come to pick you up. ’

As soon as he talked about this, the old man suddenly fell silent, and only muttered that it was good here, and he didn't plan to go back with his teammates when they came, so it was better not to come.

It's a joke in the Guards.

Although everyone didn't believe that he had seen the dead claw (not including the one raised by the manager), Lu Bei believed it.

After all, the mark really didn't look like a knife cut.

At this moment, there was an excited shout from the direction of the stairs, and a young man ran up.

"There's a car coming from the south."

"The manager has brought us food!"

His name is Xu Shun, one year older than Lu Beida, and he is also a teenager who has just reached adulthood, and he is an iron buddy.

"What to eat?" Lu Bei asked excitedly.

It's not that he's a foodie, it's mainly that the food made by those blue coats is so delicious, and the first thing that flashes through his mind is a dazzling array of skewers, as well as a lot of steamed buns, steamed buns, ramen, etc.

Xu Shunxing rushed and said: "Gnocchi!" And meat! I tasted it, it was a little spicy, but after drinking it my whole body was warm. ”

The saliva came to his mouth angrily, and Lu Bei swallowed his saliva.

Looking at this gluttonous young man, Jixiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go ahead, it's time for a shift change."

"Hmm!" Lu Bei nodded excitedly, "I'll bring you some later!" ”

The old man waved his hand.

"Don't panic, I'll go down and drink after standing up."

The two young men went down the city wall, and Ji Xiang smiled and sighed that it was good to be young, and looked at the vast white snow outside the wall.

This year's snow is really heavy.

The coming year will be a good year.

He plans to save some money to buy a piece of land, try to grow some things, marry a wife, and when the time comes, he will be discharged from the army, and he will settle down here.

As for Boulder City, he had no intention of going back.

Life here was no worse than there, and it was only here that he felt a dignity he had never felt before.

Managers say they will never have to kneel to anyone again.

No one can take away their freedom from their hands.

The howling north wind was cool, the light snow caught in the wind stopped slightly, and the bright moonlight was revealed behind the scattered clouds, and the small animals that sneaked out to forage quickly hid back in their holes.

Ji Xiang lightly spat out a mouthful of white mist, and suddenly felt a little cold, so he reached for the oil lamp on the wall, wanting to put his hand on it to keep warm.

As a result, I didn't expect my hand to shake and touch the oil lamp.

The lamp fell into the snowdrift, but it didn't break, but the fire was extinguished.

Jixiang scolded and scolded, it was really unlucky, and he planned to wait for a while to change the guard and then go down to pick it up.

But at this moment, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and he immediately grabbed the binoculars and glanced in the direction of the north.

I saw that on the snowy ground sprinkled with moonlight, figures were taking advantage of the night to accelerate in their direction.

A pair of fierce eyes shot at him like sharp arrows.

The murderous aura that came to his face—

It's exactly the same as the man with the bloody hand!

Jixiang's face changed wildly, and without saying a word, he immediately grabbed the short whistle hanging around his neck, stuffed it into his mouth and blew it with all his might, and fired a shot outside.

"Enemy attack!"

……

"Humph......"

"The hammer of order beats the drums of war."

"The faith of steel breaks through the ground."

"The White Bear Knight rushed out."

"Capture evil and savagery."

“……”

The engine of the truck rumbled.

Sitting on the tail of the co-pilot, with his arm on the window, blowing the cool breeze outside the window, humming a song from nowhere.

Siss, who was leaning in the direction, glanced at him.

"If you don't understand, just ask, what kind of nursery rhyme is this?"

Tail disgruntled.

"What a nursery rhyme! It's called BGM! ”

I really envy this guy's exuberant energy, and he is not sleepy at all.

Is it about to awaken?

Sisi sighed.

"Uh-huh, yes."

In the bed of the truck.

Two pairs of eyes, one large and one small, stared at each other.

In the end, the rat-man couldn't hold on anymore and said with a dry cough.

"I'm a little panicked when you look at me like that."

The snorting sesame paste holding his knees was stunned, and the warm hat fell to the ground again, and he hurriedly reached out and picked it up.

"Huh? No, I'm just curious...... What is it like to be a mouse? ”

This is the first time that a few people have asked themselves this question?

The strongman looked helpless, sighed and said.

"What do you say? It's a bit of a hassle to greet friends, and you have to keep your head high, but it's easy to navigate through the ruins, and you won't be beaten up if you accidentally get into a rat nest, just get out. ”

"And it's not like other xenos with uncoordinated fingers.,There's no obstacle to using tools.,There's no experience with slow-growing debuffs.,Overall, it's a sequence with unlimited potential."

The sesame paste nodded as if he didn't understand.

It's all about intensity......

"I thought it would be sad to pick a different species."

The big belly-flipping mouse gave her a strange look.

"What's so sad about this?"

"Because...... Not good-looking? ”

“……”

MMP！

I wasn't sad, but now I'm uncomfortable!

Brother Nan couldn't help but curse in his heart.

It's all fluffy stuff, so what's wrong with mice than cats?

Human stuff!

Die！ Die！

……

The car arrived.

The two guards in the carriage jumped down first, beckoning everyone in the camp to come and pick up takeout.

The guards were more knowledgeable than the homeless people, had seen lizards and bears, and were not surprised by the large rats that stood up one meter tall, so they didn't pay much attention to them.

The strongman stretched out and was about to slip out of the car for a spin, when a shrill whistle suddenly came from ahead.

Immediately after that, gunshots and explosions rang out, startling Sesame Paste, who was about to jump out of the carriage, and the hat that had just been put on for a short time fell off again.

"Fa, what's going on?!"

"I don't know ......"

The big rat swallowed.

Gunfire rang out like firecrackers to the north, and from time to time there was the glow of explosions.

There was chaos in the camp, and the two guards who had gone down earlier did not know where they had gone, and probably ran to the north gate for reinforcements.

Standing next to the truck, Sis looked up at the north wind and frowned.

"Gunshots, at least fifty ...... No, maybe a hundred? ”

Maybe more?

She couldn't tell the difference between the gunfire of the guards and the gunfire of the attackers.

The big mouse said nervously.

"You're too far off, aren't you!?"

"After all, the gunshots in this game are not as regular as eating chicken...... Tail, how to say? ”

As he spoke, Sisi looked to the side.

But he saw that the tail had already taken off the sickle assault rifle, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

"S! Rush! ”

That look in the eyes, I really understand it at a glance.

Sisi was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared on his face, and he also gave a thumbs up energetically.

"Oh!"

"It seems that Ah O's chance to show his strength has come!"

This time the score can't be at the bottom again!

Seeing the two running towards the north, the rest of the cats and mice were dumbfounded.

"Now, what should I do now?"

Sesame Paste looked at the mouse next to him at a loss, but Brother Nan was also confused at this time, and he didn't know what to do.

He'd been on the battlefield once.

But it was following the mosquitoes, and the whole process was heard.

"Anyway, I'll go over and help first."

Gan!

Didn't you say that it was an errand mission?

The mission briefing didn't say there was a fight!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have even brought the guy.

Throwing down that sentence, the strongman was embarrassed, chasing the tail and Sisi's footsteps, and only one person was left next to the truck.

"Huh! Wait, don't go yet......"

However, it was too late.

By the time she shouted, the big rat had run away.

Sesame paste couldn't cry or laugh, anxiously looking left and right, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her gaze fell on the nearest house in the farmstead, from the south gate.

There are save points!

She often does courier tasks, and she still remembers that there are a hundred dormant pods there, and players who are usually too lazy to go back to the outpost will go offline here!

"Anyway...... Let's find a way to inform the others first. ”

Do what you think.

Sesame Paste immediately ran over, rushed through the door, found an open sleeping pod and lay down in it.

As the hatch closes, the connection is disconnected.

Offline at the speed of light, she immediately took off her helmet, uncovered her laptop, boarded the official website forum, and quickly edited a post and sent it out.

"It's a big deal! The long-term farm fights. ”

A few seconds after the post was sent, it immediately caught everyone's attention.

"Got into a fight??"

"Damn, what's the situation?"

"Aren't you having a celebration?"

"Gan! The dog planner took advantage of my lack of online work again! ”

Almost at the same time that the post was posted, a line of announcements suddenly popped up on the official website.

[Full Server Announcement: Marauders from the North have attacked the Long Farm, triggering an emergency mission.] 】

[Dawn: A group of blood-drinking robbers launched a shameful sneak attack while we were celebrating the New Year! We'll let them know it's a stupid idea! 】

[Defeat Condition: The respawn point is destroyed.] (All players whose characters are located in the Long Farm will enter the Resurrection CD state)]

[Victory Condition: Fight off the invaders!] 】

As soon as the announcement was issued, the forum instantly exploded.

"it?!"

"Sneak attack?!"

"Isn't it, you can be killed even if you go offline?!"

"Has the dog planner finally decided not to be human?"

"Brothers, go up! What the hell is copying a guy! ”

"Want to explode my god costume? I'm fighting with you! ”