The piercing scream pierced through the gray-green fog, and after a muffled thud of landing, a dark shadow slammed into the pile of concrete.

Nearby players immediately aimed their guns at the dark shadow.

However, before he could see what it was, he heard a bang, and the black shadow exploded into pieces in an instant, black slime and charred pieces of flesh splattered.

The stench stuck on the gas masks.

The player ducked and cursed.

"!"

"Bombardment!"

Fortunately, it was far away, but there were no casualties.

However, at this moment, the terrible cry sounded again, and more than a dozen black shadows in the dense fog drew a parabola and smashed into the players' positions.

Explosions rang out one after another, and gray-green smoke flickered across the position, and black slime and flesh splattered.

Although the damage is not high, the range is not large, and it is not accurate, but after forming a certain amount, it still causes a lot of trouble for players.

One player was killed on the spot, and four others were injured to varying degrees.

The battlefield atmosphere group was shocked and said subconsciously.

"! Did they throw the Martyrs as grenades?! ”

That thing has to weigh twenty or thirty kilograms, to say the least?!

To be able to throw this thing so far, I'm afraid the arm strength is not small!

The spring commander immediately made a decision and ordered.

"Class A, pay attention to concealment!"

"Class B fires high-explosive shells!"

There was a thumping sound from the left position.

Twelve 20mm high-explosive shells burrowed into the gray-green fog and exploded into an orange-yellow fire.

Although there is no field of view, it is still possible to predict the trajectory of the parabola.

The attack seemed to work, and the number of Bombards flying in the sky was suddenly reduced by half.

This was followed by the second and third salvos, and the sound of explosions continued to come from the dense fog, and even from time to time there were several explosions of martyrs.

There were many dead and wounded on the xenomorph position.

Some were killed by high-explosive bombs, and many were killed by their own people.

The spring commander standing on the front-line position was overjoyed, he could feel with the naked eye that after these few rounds of salvos, the Xenomorph offensive was obviously weakened!

It seemed that realizing that this would happen sooner or later, the xenos in the dense fog no longer hesitated and began to continue to attack the players' positions.

With a deafening roar, one by one, the sturdy monsters rushed out of the dense fog with heavy steps.

They are two and a half meters long, their fat bellies sway from side to side, their necks seem to be connected to their chins, and they look like piles of walking pieces of meat from a distance, like trolls in a fantasy world.

This kind of monster has never been seen in the northern suburbs, and the players crouching behind the concrete stones are shocked.

"Damn, what kind of xenomorph is this?"

"I've never seen it in the official website."

"Xenomorph mutants?!"

"Warhammer Ogre?!"

"I think it's a bit like a tank ...... survival road."

"Just change the muscles to the fat."

Behind the fat man who ran wildly with his belly and arms, the gnawers followed him like little ghosts.

Boy.

Butan synergy is all out?

The players were surprised, but they weren't distracted, and now they were playing in a group, and they didn't have that time to be idle.

Once within range, the heavy machine guns deployed on the houses on both sides opened fire first, unleashing ferocious fire on the running xenomorphs.

Immediately after that, the players of Class A also tightened the trigger and fired at the rushing Xenomorph.

Compared to the tyrants whose whole body is wrapped in armor, these running bellies are not very strong in blood, but their defense is not high, and the 7mm full-power rifle bullet may be too piercing to hit the predators, but it is just right to hit them.

I saw that on the fat piece of meat, strings of black blood mist burst out, and the tumbling shrapnel created a cavity in their bodies, directly blowing off their limbs.

And the gnawers gathered around them also suffered heavy casualties in the face of machine gun fire, and occasionally a few high-explosive shells smashed over, and a piece of stump and arm was broken, and a piece fell in an instant!

The few pot-bellied men touched the edge of Class A's position with the Eaters, but they soon discovered that the brutal battle had just begun.

The players in the front row decisively cease fire, pick up spears, hatchets, and even clubs and shovels wrapped around wires leaning on the ground, and beckon to the xenomorphs' heads.

Players in the back row continue to fire support, relieving the frontal pressure on players in the front row.

The people standing in front are all old players, who have experienced multiple versions, not only the panel data is much stronger than ordinary people, but also the combat experience is rich, and it is not too easy to deal with these xenomorphs.

Even if they face three or even four gnawers at the same time, they can easily cope with it and not fall behind.

The battle lasted for an hour.

Under the crossfire of the buildings on both sides, the second wave of the wave finally began to gradually weaken, and finally only a few sporadic gnawers and "fat men" were still attacking the players' positions.

However, it is already the end of the crossbow!

The Battlefield Atmosphere team swung the sapper shovel in their hand, easily split the skull of a nibder, and pulled out the shovel as they kicked it down with their feet.

Two more nibbers rushed up next to him, and he didn't panic at all, poking and slashing, and cleanly shaved off the heads of the two nibbles.

Black blood splattered all over his body.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team raised his arm, rubbed the black blood on his gas mask, turned back to me and smiled.

"This thing works so well!"

I was laboriously pulling the bayonet out of the nibder, panting.

"MMP, how many waves are there on the opposite side?"

"I don't know, maybe it will last all night."

"?" I was the most shocked, "Then it can't be dark again in reality?!" ”

"What are you afraid of, anyway, you've only lived for a few hours."

Hanging the sapper shovel on his waist, the battlefield always looked ahead and squinted.

What's a night?

With the "anti-addiction mechanism" gone, he can play all day!

The offensive of the wave stopped for a while, and only sporadic gunfire remained in the position.

The players are a little tired, but the morale is still high.

So far, except for Class A, where five people have been killed and ten injured, Class B and Class C are almost full!

At this moment, good news came from the rear.

More than twenty new people ran from the back street with ammunition boxes on their backs.

"Ammunition! Ammunition is coming! ”

The news of the arrival of supplies made many players breathe a sigh of relief.

In the previous two rounds of offensives, there were as many as five or six thousand xenomorphs that pounced on them, and even if everyone was saving bullets, it still consumed a lot.

Most players only had six magazines with them when they set out, and many of them have only one magazine left.

This batch of ammunition came at the right time!

The spring water didn't have time to rest, so he immediately asked the players in the team to distribute 14 boxes of ammunition and send them to the B and C classes on the ground on both sides.

There is the fulcrum of firepower.

The remaining six boxes of ammunition were distributed to the brothers in Class A.

There are almost 1000~1100 rounds of ammunition stuffed into an ammo box, and in addition to the 2000 rounds of ammunition sent to the two machine guns, the remaining 35 players can only get about 110 rounds each.

"Why is it so?" Izumi asked with a frown.

The silver hand, who was in charge of delivering ammunition, said helplessly.

"I'd like to send more of them, but the ammunition has to be sent from the rear to the front, and that's all the stock on 68th Street, and the administrator has already sent them all."

Izumi nodded and continued to ask.

"How's your fortifications going?"

Before the Silver Hand could speak, the Silver Sword next to him interjected and said, "The construction progress has been completed by one-third!" We built barricades out of concrete scraps, pulled up barbed wire in the streets, and organized large xenomorph propulsions. ”

"The residents of Bate Street and the serfs of Brown Farm have all been mobilized, and there are other players who have joined in a steady stream, and it feels like at least a thousand people have been mobilized!"

"It probably won't take more than the morning to get it done!"

The northern suburbs have reached a life-and-death juncture, and no one dares to take it lightly.

Hearing that the fortifications had been repaired a third of the way, the Spring Commander breathed a sigh of relief, and after a pause, he walked up to the crowd and glanced around at the players who were delivering supplies in front of him.

"Which of you will use a gun?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and twenty hands were raised in unison.

"Me, me, me!"

"I will! I play the FPS game Thief 6! ”

"I played at the shooting range!"

Commander of the Spring: "......"

It's really new.

Now, though, is not the time to pick and choose.

Picking five players who seemed to be pretty reliable, Izumi gave them the guns of the fallen players, taught them to shoot, and then admonished.

"Remember to fire again when you see the monster!"

"Also, don't turn your gun at your own people."

Holding the rifle in his hand, Daddy Silver said excitedly.

"Okay brother!"

As he spoke, the gray-green fog suddenly contracted, and then expanded rapidly.

It's like breathing!

The players standing on the battlefield finished their rest and stared at the gray-green fog in anticipation.

At this moment, a muffled sound slammed on the earth, and the cracked concrete pavement trembled faintly, and stones kept shaking off the building.

Everyone tensed their nerves.

At this moment, a long, dull roar, like the whistle of a train, echoed over the shattered ruins.

A huge footboard as thick as a bridge pier slammed on the concrete floor, followed by a huge head emerging from the fog.

"it...... What's that?! ”

My darkest eyes widened, bulging eyeballs eager to come out of their sockets, staring intently ahead.

He felt surprised today, eating more than he had in the past week.

Not only him, but also the other players next to him, with surprise and disbelief written on their faces.

Countless pieces of flesh were piled up into a five-story hill, rotting skin creeping from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and their ugly faces were covered in sludge-like hyphae and slime.

It has no facial features on its head, only a rotten mouth, and on its belly there is an even larger mouth that keeps opening and closing, wafting an ominous gray-green color.

Every now and then, a xenomorph like a gnawer falls out of that bloody jaw, and then staggers to its feet on the ground.

The spring commander's eyes shrank instantly, and he reached out and pressed his hand to the wheat next to his ear and shouted.

"Attention squads, the boss has appeared!"

"Class B and Class C fire! Armor-piercing incendiary bombs! Three rounds of salvos! ”

"Suppress it!"

The stitched behemoth was like a wall blocking the web of fire, and behind it were patches of xenos. If you let this guy get close to the position, the consequences will be unimaginable!

A uniform response came from the communication channel.

"Roger!"

Guns rang out in unison, and 24 anti-tank rifles sprayed thick tongues of fire!

Armor-piercing incendiary bombs streaked through the air in an orange-yellow trajectory, heading straight for the flesh-stitched behemoth!

In the face of the player's fire, the stitched behemoth let out a dull roar from its throat, one large and one small, with its mouth wide open.

The xenos gathered around him began to speed up and run forward.

The 3rd round of the offensive has officially begun!

"MMP's! The blood of this boss is too thick! ”

The shoulder was shaken and hurt.

Holding the 37mm heavy machine gun on the ground, Kakarot cursed, re-stuffed an armor-piercing incendiary grenade into the chamber, and then pulled the bolt hard.

Bang——!

The huge recoil force even shook the dust off the ground.

However, the shell smashed on the body of the mountain, still like a needle poking into cotton, and there was no reaction at all.

Completely ignoring the firepower gathered on his body, the giant stitched by flesh and blood still walked forward steadily.

Squatting at the forefront of the battle line, the battlefield atmosphere group shouted anxiously behind him.

", you can find a way to spring water!"

"Shut up, I'm thinking!"

Izumi's head spun quickly, staring at the five-story Roshan Mountain.

He'd seen the guy burn at least six armor-piercing shots in his head, and it stands to reason that his brain should have been scorched.

Unless......

The head is not its weak point at all ?!

There was no time to hesitate, and he immediately ordered.

"Attention machine gunners and anti-tank riflemen! Don't waste bullets on that piece of Roshan! ”

"Get rid of those creepers!"

"All 37mm heavy cavalry guns! On the armor-piercing bullet set fire to its left leg! Hit it towards the position of the joint! ”

It doesn't matter if you can't kill it.

At least make it stop!

The attack seemed to work.

The heavy fire weapons deployed on the tall buildings on both sides were wildly fired, and the giant, whose left leg was hit by several armor-piercing bullets, tilted his body, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

The billowing dust was raised, and the final wave of qi even swept away the surrounding spore clouds, and countless gnawers and even creepers were all crushed by the huge body.

Machine gun bullets grazed its corpse, frantically harvesting the xenos behind it.

Anti-tank rifles fire continuously, aiming at those creepers and tyrants, preventing high-threat targets from approaching positions.

The battle situation entered the scorching situation for a while.

At that moment, the Commander of the Spring suddenly heard a voice like a heavenly sound from the communication channel.

"Support fire is in place!"

"Hold on!"

At the same time as the words fell, a series of banging cannons were heard in the distance.

Several white phosphorus bombs rose into the sky, and the night was lit up with a blinding white light.

Under the bright light, the predator's movements stiffened a little, and the speed of his progress slowed down by half a beat.

The stitched beast lying on the ground struggled to get up, but at that moment, four arcs of lightning flashed across the sky.

Seeing the strangeness of the sky, many players raised their heads one after another, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Look at the sky!"

"Airplane?!"

The two shuttle-shaped planes were one in front of the other, and the plasma engines on both sides of the wings spewed out an arc of fire, whistling over Qingquan City like a meteor. valley

Twelve pitch-black warheads, dropped from the bellies of the two planes, swept towards the rear from the stitched behemoth that was crawling on the ground.

Boom ——!

In an instant, the flames rose into the sky.

The blast wave of the explosion filled the entire street, and the boiling flames engulfed all the xenos on the street in an instant.

The boiling heat even blew onto the player's position, scorching the corpses of the devourers all over the ground.

"That's ......"

Looking at the sea of fire in front of him in a daze, the spring commander swallowed.

"Planes in Boulder City?"

It's so strong!

If only the Vault had such firepower!

The flames of the incendiary bomb created a vacuum, and the behemoth that had been burning all over its body struggled for a while, and soon lay on the ground and did not move.

The cloud of spores was replaced by smoke, and the smell of burnt burned air permeated the entire street, which could be smelled from the artillery positions far away.

Cheers of victory rang out all around, and players chanted T and 666.

"Thank you for the rocket sent by Dad!"

"Mom...... It's too powerful! ”

"How many people have been killed in this wave?"

"Say two or three thousand less...... Four or five thousand is not impossible. ”

Because of their resistance, the wave was very dense in front of the position, and this wave of air raids washed away even the spore clouds released by those fruiting bodies.

It's just that Izumizui still has some confusion in his head.

Where did this air raid come from?

……

The temporary command post, which was several kilometers away, staring at the picture on the screen, Chu Guang, who was wearing power armor, slowly breathed a sigh of relief

"It's finally time to catch up."

Before, he instructed Xu Shun to buy support like the militia group in Boulder City.

The 12 incendiary bombs are worth a total of 60,000 chips, and more than 6 are free of charge within Qingquan City.

Cheap and fine.

In fact, Chu Guang originally planned to hire mercenaries to help fight, but the distance from Boulder City to 65th Street was too far, and it was not cost-effective.

So he simply changed his thinking, and used the contact information collected from the radio to directly rent the planes of the militia regiment and buy a wave of air strikes.

Now it seems.

It's well spent.

As for where do the chips come from?

Of course, he couldn't take out so much, but he could borrow it from Liszt.

Liszt's battery factory and exoskeleton factory had just opened, and he was now strapped to a chariot in Vault 404.

Besides, Chu Guang's reputation was still good, and there were a large number of spirit leaf reserves in the warehouse, so Liszt was not worried that he would not be able to pay back the money, but wished that he would borrow more.

"The troops on the front line should be able to catch their breath."

On the frontline positions, sporadic flames burned.

The backlog of corpses was piled up into small hills.

The sound of mortars was heard from time to time in the distance, and 88mm high-explosive shells fell in the gray-green fog in the distance, leaving a trajectory covered by artillery fire with the Xu Jin barrage.

The boss has been licked off by the air strike.

Only a few fish have slipped through the net, still struggling on the corpses all over the ground.

“…… Is it over? ”

Quan Shui slowly relieved his heart, maybe he thought about the problem too complicated, and this resistance battle may not be as difficult as he imagined.

There were still five or six hours before dawn, and they had already inflicted a tenth of the casualties on the xenos.

However, at this moment, a dense burst of gunfire suddenly came from the position on the right, and the spring jerked towards the buildings not far away, but only a few flickering fires could be seen in the darkness.

A hurried voice came from the communication channel.

"There are a lot of creepers on the left position!"

"So is we! The right position is under attack -! ”

"Damn! Where did these things come from?! ”

The sound of rifle fire and the screams of creepers can be heard in the communication channel, and the players stationed there engage in hand-to-hand combat with the xenos who have invaded the building.

Listen to that voice, apparently there is more than one!

A drop of cold sweat ran across the forehead of the spring.

Just as he was about to divide his men to support the positions on both sides, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the thick fog in the midst of the heavy flames.

Seeing that figure clearly, I subconsciously let out an exclamation.

"Power armor?!"

To be precise, it was the power armor that was engulfed by slime molds, and between the cracks in the rusted armor, there were dark red pieces of flesh, and a dark red fungus blanket climbed up the steel surface from the cuirass to the leg armor.

Steel and flesh are organically combined to form a four-like stitching monster, but surprisingly, the running posture is no different from a real person!

The positions on both sides of the creeper attack barely opened fire, and two 37mm armor-piercing rounds slammed into the heavy cuirass, creating a steep upward trajectory.

Failed to break through!

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group's eyes widened.

T-10 Power Armor!

He's seen it on the forum!

That was the photo that Elder Brother Fang took when he first went to Boulder City, and it was this set of armor that the militia group in Boulder City used!

Was it captured by slime molds?

Before they had time to think about why, the players around them pulled the trigger and fired at the power armor, trying to stop it.

However, the 7mm shuttle hit it like a joke, and it didn't even make it pause.

The distance of hundreds of meters is fleeting.

The power armor rushes into the player's position, wielding its chainsaw-encrusted right arm, taking two lives in a split second.

I tried to take a detour, but as soon as I turned and took a step back, I was split in half by a whizzing chainsaw.

This unlucky big brother was just a few hours after his resurrection, and this time he didn't even shout a word of "blanching", so he went offline again.

Seeing that the power armor was staring at him, the battlefield atmosphere team knew that he could not escape, threw away the rifle with empty magazines, pulled out the sapper shovel and rushed forward.

A chainsaw slashed head-on, the speed of which startled him, and even with the talent dodge activated, the whizzing chainsaw still cut off his right arm.

The arm is bleeding!

Consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

Barely conscious, the Battlefield pulled out his battle dagger in his left hand and stabbed it into the dark red slime mold-filled slit in the power armor.

"Death to the master!"

However, the power armor was one step ahead of him, stretched out its left arm and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him from the ground.

The dagger swung into the air.

The huge pressure came from his neck, and the battlefield guy felt that he could not breathe, and his whole face swelled red, and he only felt as if his head was about to explode.

He threw the dagger in his hand at the iron lump crawling with slime molds, but it only made a crunch and was of no use.

This thing probably inherited the defense of power armor, and the 37mm armor-piercing bullet only left a scratch on it, let alone a dagger!

The silver sword next to him raised the bayonet in his hand, screaming and rushing up to help, but before he could run halfway, he was thrown to the ground by a creeper and bit his neck.

"Mom! Old sword! Ahh ”

Seeing the xenomorphs rushing in the face, the silver father with a jammed rifle pulled out his short axe and bravely rushed forward, but was soon overwhelmed by the devourers.

There was chaos on the battlefield, and there was gunfire everywhere.

The player gets into a scuffle with the xenomorphs.

Both sides are ruthless characters who are not afraid of death, and courage and morale have lost their meaning at this moment.

In an instant, the entire street turned into a bloody meat grinder, engulfing both warring sides of each other, and the lives of both sides were disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"......"

It's too much, I'm afraid it's going to be cold this time!

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this scene, and the battlefield guy cursed in his heart.

Before his consciousness was far away, he used his last strength to touch his waist with his left hand and tear off the fuse hidden there.

It's a mechanism he made himself.

I just haven't had a chance to use it.

Six grenades emitted green smoke at the same time.

Staring into the scarlet eyes beneath the tin can, he gulped a mouthful of blood on its face.

“…… Go to hell! ”

This spit made the tin can slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to do.

At this moment, the fire exploded!

The Battlefield was blown to pieces without any suspense.

The flames of the explosion took the power armor by surprise, and a large area of the fungus blanket was blown away, but it did not cause him substantial damage.

The defensive line of Class A has been penetrated.

With the collapse of the frontal front, the two flank positions, which were already in a bitter battle, soon fell into the encirclement of the aliens.

The fighting continues.

All are heroically resisting.

Even if everyone knew that their death was sealed.

“…… Sure enough, he was killed by the plot. ”

A wry smile appeared on the face of the Commander of the Spring.

The intensity of the fourth wave of attacks was clearly beyond their ability to withstand.

In fact, if it weren't for the previous wave of air raids, they might not even be able to survive the third wave of offensives.

He's done everything he can to be the best he can be.

The rest will be left to the brothers who will follow......

Throwing away the rifle with empty magazines, Izumi pulls out his pistol and shoots at the surging gnawers, intending to fight with his teammates until the last moment.

Anyway, you can't run away.

Where can he run to an intelligence department?

You don't have to think about hiding at all.

According to the information updated on the official website, when the spores in the air reach a certain concentration, the slime bacteria will gain a full range of perception of the area.

Every cloud of buns is their eyes!

A magazine was missed, and the spring commander silently reloaded.

To his surprise, the gnawers did not attack him, did not even look at him, but threw themselves at the positions behind him, or rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street.

Dense fog spreads around.

He has been completely engulfed, and the visibility around him is already less than five meters!

At this moment, a vague outline suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a three-meter-tall giant, with dark red flesh dragging on the ground like a long skirt, a faceless facial features staring directly at him, and flesh-red tentacles flying behind him, like Medusa's hair.

Although it is not a sensory system, the spring water has a strong feeling.

This guy in front of him may be more dangerous than the five-story giant beast before!

His index finger touched the headphones, he took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Artillery group...... Shoot at my position. ”

The VM has marked his location.

It takes about half a minute to correct the coordinates.

With that, Izumi raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger on the monster in front of him.

Bang——!

The muzzle erupted flames.

The bullet hit the monster without a splash of blood, but he didn't stop, and continued to pull the trigger.

Seems to have succeeded in attracting the monster's attention.

Or maybe the monster was running for him in the first place.

A slit suddenly opened in the featureless face, and a tentacle whizzed through his mask and pierced into his right eye.

Before he could react, the spring saw a black shadow flash, and before he could see what was happening, he disconnected from his game character.

Headphones that fall on the ground.

The footage continues to be transmitted.

The monster let out a hoarse whisper.

“…… Embrace evolution. ”

The spring water, which had lost its control of its conscious body, stood still, motionless.

The monster stared at him, as if confused about something.

After a while, the scarlet pupils brought a hint of disappointment and slowly withdrew their tentacles.

The surrounding corpse eaters swarmed up, and soon flooded the spring standing on the ruins. And the spring water standing there was left to them to eat, motionless.

There was silence all around, except for the creaking of chewing.

The picture is full of eerie colors.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in the air, and more than a dozen mortar shells covered the area around the spring, and the flames of the explosion were connected together.

A cannonball landed on the side, and the nibblers surrounding the spring fell in an instant.

Knocked right by the shrapnel and shockwave of the explosion, the Medusa-shaped monster let out a terrible scream, and the flesh under the skirt rolled through the hot smoke.

The explosions continued one after another, the streets were in shambles, and the gunfire in the building had stopped, except for the two explosions that rang out from time to time.

A few kilometers away, in the makeshift command post, there was a dead silence.

The camera is cut short by the sound of explosions, and the air around them is eerily quiet.

Vanus couldn't help but glance at Chu Guang.

Although the expression on his face can't be seen through the mask, it shouldn't be too good.

All 125 people were killed.

Among them are dozens of Awakened.

Even if their results were remarkable, such a tragic loss would surely overshadow the entire Vault.

“…… They are true warriors. ”

Chu Guang nodded slowly.

"Yes."

The construction of the first line of defense has been completed to 60%, and it is expected to be completely completed before dawn.

Although it was still a few hours before dawn, the marching tide had noticeably stopped.

The warriors of 65th Street bought them plenty of time.

Lose the culture chamber attached to the clone and start synthesizing a new container.

At the same time, with 125 players offline, the official website of "Wasteland Online" is full of excitement......