Not counting the little brothers of the big horned mouse, there were 23 people who finally decided to stay. Including the twenty heavy infantry of the Jungle Corps, and the "Three Pillars" of Dust Town.

Generally speaking, if the equipment gap is not large, with the mutants' HP, basic defense, and resilience, there is almost no chance of winning against humans in the same number of battles.

Even a 500-vs 500 duel can be extremely tough, let alone a 23-vs 500.

In particular, there is hardly much room for maneuver in frontal confrontations, unlike guerrilla warfare, where there is still room for maneuver.

As Lao Bai said, this is no different from suicide.

However, the rat is still a lizard, and his eyes are burning with a strong fighting spirit, and he has no fear of the upcoming fight.

Death is just a destination –

They are all immortal Heroic Spirits.

Walking in front of Lao Bai, the garbage gentleman wearing the "hunter" exoskeleton said solemnly.

"The inhabitants will leave it to you."

If the house is gone, you can build it again.

As long as the people who remember them are alive.

Lao Bai nodded seriously.

"I promise, when you come back, you'll still have so many believers, not a lot of them."

Trash-kun grinned.

"Hey, I remember."

With that, he waved his claws and walked out to join the brethren of the Jungle Legion.

The group parted ways and headed in the opposite direction to the large army.

Looking at the tall and burly back of the garbage king, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "My lord...... Bighorn deer god, won't he go with us? ”

Looking at the direction in which the group left, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

"He's going to fulfill his mission, and you'll see him again."

Qin Baitian sighed softly with a bitter expression.

Although he is old, he is not yet a lake.

No matter how strong that Lord was, it would be five hundred mutants. In all the years he had lived here, he had heard that a single mutant slaughtered half a village.

I'll see that sentence again......

I'm afraid it's just a comfort that is better than nothing.

……

In the vast procession, Oger, sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, stared intently at the wilderness to the north.

In the bloodthirsty child's hole, there was a light of hatred.

Oulu is his brother and his father.

Listen to the old priest who delivered him that they were all born in the same tent, even from the same human mother.

This is extremely rare in mutant tribes.

Few humans live that long.

Even the Awakened mostly die in their seventh or eighth year and are taken to the kitchen by the butchers.

Perhaps because of the strength of the human beings who produced him, he could clearly feel that he was distinctly different from the other people who were born into this world together.

Stronger muscles, quicker reflexes, and a tougher physique...... At the age of seven, he was appreciated by the centurion, and he joined the same hunting party as his brother, becoming a hunter of the clan.

Maybe it's because of the blood closeness, his brother takes special care of him, and takes him with him no matter what he does.

The first hunt, the first cannibalism, the first slaughter of the village, the first time to receive the praise of the leader and the name of honor, and the transformation of the machine...... It can even be said that every major event in his life was completed under the witness of Oulu.

However, Oulu died.

And the death was extremely miserable.

When he saw the corpse, he longed to chop his teeth to pieces, and vowed in his heart that he would torture the human who had killed his brother until he took his last breath in the most brutal way possible.

So when he learned from the leader that his brother's killer was hiding in a settlement called Dusttown, and that he had been allowed to slaughter that village, every cell in his body trembled with excitement.

It was as if he had seen the vile, cowardly, skinny two-legged animals, trembling under his feet.

Ah, how ugly is that......

There was not only hatred and anger burning in his childlike holes, but also a layer of excitement.

"Faster!" Og shouted loudly as he tore through his rough voice.

The mutant sitting in the driver's seat was given the order, grabbed the walkie-talkie attached to the center console, and let out an excited shout towards the communication channel.

"Ogg said hurry up!"

A rude roar echoed through the communication channel.

"Oger!!"

The wheels of the vehicles spun faster, and the mutant soldiers who were chasing after them ran with a snort, and the haras that fell out of their mouths were thrown everywhere, and after a while, they fell out of breath.

It's like this every time I go out on a mission.

There are always a few stupid trash fish who can't make it to the truck, and can't keep up with the line, and finally wander around and don't know where they go, occasionally bringing back one or two unlucky men and women to prove that they are not fishing or deserters.

But it doesn't matter.

The "Qi" tribe has never relied on those soft-footed shrimp that have fallen behind, but real warriors!

At this moment, the green beasts did not notice that a group of heavily armed players had ambushed their path.

In the forest.

Looking at the mighty team on the plain, the Picheng paratroopers holding binoculars couldn't help but smack their tongues.

"...... How did these animals run so fast? ”

The record for a 42-kilometer marathon on Earth has just "broken 2", but this speed seems to be just a basic exercise for mutants.

Their strong cardiorespiratory capacity gave them terrifying endurance, covering a distance of 50 kilometers in less than two hours, and they ran four-fifths of the way!

And this is again in the wilderness where there are no roads.

Looking down at the vast dust shadow on the ground through the drone, Voldemort said with a solemn expression.

"They're starting to slow down."

The Leather City paratroopers frowned.

"Did they find us?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao shook his head.

"No, it should just be a normal tactical strategy, conserving stamina before engaging the enemy...... I don't know if they will rest for a while. ”

After a pause, he continued.

"If they don't have the intention of moving on after resting, now is the perfect time to do it."

"Hmm......" Midnight Killer nodded calmly, raised his right fist and waved, "Act as planned." ”

A fire of excitement ignited in his eyes, and a uniform answer soon came from the communication channel.

"Roger!"

The hunt is on!

The twenty men split into five squads and quickly moved along the jungle to the front of the path that the mutants had to pass, spreading out in an outward arc in the center of the circle.

One of the anti-tank squads stepped forward, and four players, including the squad leader, pulled out their RPG bazookas and aimed at the moving convoy.

Quietly waiting for the target to approach within range, Midnight Killer immediately ordered in the communication channel.

"Fire!!"

The moment the order was given, the four players pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and rockets dragged long white smoke towards the convoy in the distance.

There is little time to react.

The truck that bore the brunt of the blow was hit head-on, and sparks erupted in the convoy, causing three trucks to break down on the spot.

Caught off guard, more than a dozen trucks braked sharply, turning corners, and were squeezed together in the wilderness.

If the raiders were attacked so suddenly, even if their morale did not drop by half, it would make the bombed part hesitate.

However, for homicidal mutants, it's a different story entirely.

I saw more than a dozen mutants thrown out of the car by inertia, but they fell on the ground and got up with a dog.

The guys huddled in the carriage jumped out of the car, grabbed their weapons and ran wildly in the direction of the forest.

They are like animals one by one

The difference is that they are carrying a large-caliber assault rifle in their hands.

"Rush in!! Kill them all!! ”

Og, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV, yelled, slapped the driver's shoulder, and then slapped the machine gunner on the roof of the car, grabbed the machine gun from the back seat and swept the forest abruptly.

The scorching shells clinked into the carriage, the muzzle of the gun illuminating his hideous gums and twisted facial muscles, and long trailing rays weaved a web across the plains.

He roared like a beast.

"Die!! Hahaha! ”

The rain of bullets whizzed into the jungle and tore the thick trunks of the trees apart, to say the least. 50 up!

The player who fired a salvo quickly ducked, moved to a new location, and played two more RPG rounds, then retracted the launcher, pulled out the XB-1 "Growler" blaster and activated the safe.

Seeing that all the team members had almost reached the combat position, Midnight Killer opened the noise door and roared loudly, and took the lead in pulling the trigger.

"Free Fire ——!"

The muzzle of the gun resounded through the forest in an instant, and thick tongues of fire emerged from the forest.

The rain of locust-like bullets quickly collided head-on with the rushing mutant soldiers, knocking the mutants who were running in front of them on their backs.

The huge recoil shook the soles of his feet and spread a pit, and the model worker with the "Growler" in his hand screamed excitedly while chattering his teeth.

"! Brother Chicken! This power is also terrifying! ”

Listening to two shots is really not blown!

The disembodied warhead ignites a second time in the air, dragging a tail flame to blast at the target, and after hitting the target, it will activate the firing pin of the warhead, releasing a metal jet as hot as magma!

This thing doesn't look like an assault rifle, it's just a burst rocket!

A charging mutant sentry was shot in the chest, sending a spark of heat from the back, and before he could scream, he fell to the ground with a whimper.

The mutant hoplites in steel cuirass were equally unflattering, the thumb-thick steel plates were just as effective against rifle bullets, but they were like a lake of paper in front of the metal jets.

Ogg, who was sitting on the off-road vehicle, was also taken aback by the power of the bullet.

A bullet slammed into the side of the car under him, sending sparks dancing directly in the back of the car, roasting the two mutant warriors behind him and screaming, sparking a scar on his back, and causing a cold sweat to break out in his head.

"Damn! What the hell is this?! ”

It's the first time he's seen a guy who can shoot a mutant with one shot!

Fortunately, the flight speed of this bullet is not fast, it is considered a subsonic ammunition, and it is not easy to hit a vehicle moving at high speed.

Ouge's mind was racing, and he suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted in the communication channel.

Hearing his order, eight off-road vehicles put down their tails hanging behind the vehicles, rushed to the front of the infantry and cruised in a serpentine manner, driving an "S" shaped trajectory over the wilderness.

The large clouds of dust and suspected man-made exhaust fumes not only obscured the traces of the convoy, but also provided cover for the charging infantry.

Staring at the large cloud of dust raised in front of him, Midnight Killer scolded.

Lao Bai really didn't joke with him.

These mutants are indeed not simple, not only are they extremely fast in improvisation, but they have even learned the tactic of pulling smoke to cover up.

This to some extent hindered the aiming of the Jungle Corps.

But—

The green-skinned muscles obviously didn't expect the trouble to come from under their feet.

With all eyes on the front and not even noticing what was going on underneath their feet, the mutant who rushed to the front quickly fell into the mud, rolled on the ground a few times, was covered in smoke, and then tripped the person behind him.

"Roaring ——!"

With an angry roar, the mutant who spit out the mud in his mouth struggled to his feet, and then quickly found in a rage that the clumps of dead grass in front of him had been tied in a dead knot at some point.

What the hell?!

And that's not all.

The grass was also sprinkled with nails and ropes, and there were some pits that looked like they had been dug by marmots. These traps, although not very damaging and poorly prepared, are extremely insulting.

The flaming bullets were still noisy in the air, and there was no time to think.

Every now and then someone tripped over a trap and fell to the ground, followed by a roar of pain, and the hundred-man team on the far right of the line quickly slowed down.

Looking at the green-skinned muscles one after another, the strongman hiding in the bushes screamed excitedly.

"Rush forward! Poke them in the eye! Bite them by the throat! They! ”

However, contrary to his wishes, the rat brothers did not listen to him, and they could not understand what he was saying at all.

Startled by the big green-skinned guys who suddenly broke in, a few rats that were still building traps screamed, jumped out and turned around and ran.

Even if a great horned rat was cried out next to it, they would not listen to the call at all, and would just run away with their lives.

"Gan! These cowardly things! ”

Looking at the panicked rat brothers, the strongman scolded and cursed, but soon remembered that these guys were rats in the first place.

“mmp！ Sure enough, you can't count on these guys! ”

Looking at the mutants struggling to get up from the ground, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Long live the manager!"

Startled by the knee-high fat mouse, the mutant soldier who had just gotten up was visibly stunned.

And it was this stunned kung fu that made it difficult for the strongman to rush closer, and stabbed his calves in a mess.

"Ou Yiyi!"

The dagger cut through the flesh, and the mutant roared in pain, kicking at him, but kicking into the air, and instead being dodged behind by the strongman.

"Die!!"

Taking advantage of the mutant's leaning forward, the strongman bit the dagger with all four claws, crawled down his left leg and onto his back, grabbed the dagger and plunged it into his throat.

Thorn ——!

The knife cut through the artery, and the fiery hot blood gushed out, and the mutant fell to his knees with big eyes of copper bells, and in an instant the blood flowed profusely, and before he knew what had happened, he died.

"Phew! This blood stinks! ”

With a spit of spit, the strongman bit the dagger and scurried down from the mutant's shoulder.

However, just as he was about to pounce on the other mutant, a huge impact came from the side, and he flew out and rolled twice on the ground.

The right half of his body completely lost consciousness, and the dagger in his mouth flew out.

After coming back to his senses, the strongman found that his right forelimb and stomach were hit by shrapnel.

If it weren't for the pain shielding, this alone would have been enough for him to faint.

The mutant soldier, who was standing not far away, smirked and stroked the handguard under the barrel, and the bullet casing, which was thicker than his thumb, was thrown out of the chamber.

"Grass...... Shotgun! ”

The strongman scolded and cursed, barely moved his left forelimb, tore off the pull ring hidden in his waist, and a flame rushed into his waist bag.

There was half a kilogram of explosives hanging there.

Maybe that's the right way to play for mice.

The mutant strode up to him, stretched out his large hands like pincers, pinched his fat neck, and lifted him from the ground.

Just when he wanted to figure out what the situation was with this fat mouse, the fat mouse, who was dying a second ago, suddenly smiled evilly.

Ye will go first.

The rest -

I'll leave it to you!

Tearing open his sharp throat, he screamed.

"Long live the manager!"

The fire exploded in an instant!

The mutant, who had lost half of his arm and head, fell silently to the ground with countless pieces of iron stuck in his body.

The fire that burst out of the wilderness, like pebbles thrown into a lake, was quickly drowned in the flood of onslaught.

However, in the eyes of the trembling rat brothers, the inconspicuous flame was dazzling like a blooming firework.

At that moment—

Their bighorn rats turned into light!

"Brother Hard!!"

Staring at the explosion of fire, he screamed quietly in the forest, and his index finger was welded to the trigger of the "riding gun".

The muzzle of 20 constantly sprayed tongues of fire, dragging tracer armor-piercing incendiary bombs into the noisy rain of bullets, like a cluster of flames swaying in the wind.

Whether it was the traps and sneak attacks of the strongman brothers, or the 20 cavalry spear in his hand, they didn't hold back the mutants for long.

The lizards lurking in the forest rubbed their claws in silence.

He's waiting for an opportunity......

A chance to enter the harvest!

"Twenty ......" the garbage gentleman's mouth muttered silently, "Even the rats are *** two, and Lao Tzu has to kill at least twenty!" ”

The last hundred meters were fleeting, and after dropping hundreds of corpses, the mutant troops with rifles finally fought their way into the jungle.

The Jungle Corps retreated backwards while keeping their fire open, completely pulling the mutant troops into the dense forest with a narrow field of vision.

At the limit distance of almost being able to smell the nose of the opposite side, the blaster with a full range of 10 has lost its effect.

Not even just a blaster —

Long-range weapons, with the exception of large-caliber machine guns or shotguns, are almost useless at the moment when it is difficult to aim at the head to shoot!

Of course, this is also true for mutants.

The K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton provides the twenty players of the Jungle Corps with extremely strong rigid armor, capable of absorbing the kinetic energy of the bullet at the cost of armor deformation.

Unless you are sturdy and hit by two shuttles, or unfortunately hit the vital point, it is basically quite difficult to die.

The other side obviously knew this, so instead of lying on the ground and shooting at them, they rushed up to melee with the players with high battle damage.

At midnight, he made a quick decision, let go of the "Growler" in his hand, and pulled out the logging axe hanging on the "iron wall" exoskeleton.

The sharp blade of the axe can crack through thigh-thick pine trees, and naturally it can also crack through the necks and skulls of mutants.

Looking at the mutant warrior rushing towards him, this time he did not retreat but advanced, and slammed it with an axe with a roar.

The longitudinal crackling axe carried a thunderous momentum, and the mutant soldier didn't have time to react at all, nor did he expect that the human in front of him would dare to fight with him, and the heavenly spirit cover was cracked open on the spot, and the red and white slurry sprayed all over the ground, and even the teeth were chopped off.

Kicking the heavy corpse open, Midnight Killer pulled his left hand behind him and pulled down another axe hanging behind his back.

The black cuirass hung red and white, and the figure covered in blood was like a demon in the forest, and the two logging axes emitted a cold light.

The mutant warrior who rushed to his side was stunned by the ghostly shape, and he involuntarily paused.

This guy -

It's different from the guys they're used to!

"Roaring ——!"

Channeling his fear into a battle cry, a heavily armored mutant ten-captain strode forward and swung his mace with all his might.

The whistling hammer dragged a strong wind, and the terrifying kinetic energy was like a cannonball, as if even the armor steel of a tank could be pitted out.

If you take this blow, you will have to become a vegetative person even if you don't die.

Seeing that this fatal blow was about to hit the human soldier's face, the mutant ten-captain saw a flower in front of him, and then the sharp pain in his heart came down his forearm.

The hand that grabbed the mace was chopped out directly by the crackling axe on the side!

"Woohoo one by one!"

Screaming in pain, he staggered back a step, and before he could stand his feet, a strong wind slammed down on his face.

Boom ——!

The blade of the axe cracked vertically, and once again smashed a head.

And all this is just a few breaths of time!

“…… Two! ”

Drenched in hot blood and brains, Midnight Killer stared at the mutant warrior who had stopped with bloodthirsty eyes, and the excitement in his throat could no longer be suppressed.

"Utter madness!!"

He roared loudly, picked up two axes and rushed forward.

Looking at the guy who was striding towards him on a meteor, a rare panic welled up on his dark green face.

It was always them who ran after the weak, two-legged animals, watched the fellows stumble in the forest, and then cried and cried for mercy.

No one had ever dared to run away as at this moment, but to rush towards them head-on.

This guy is by no means the one they used to eat-

No.

He's not human at all!

The real hunt has just begun.

Twenty players of the Jungle Corps engage in a bloody battle with the green-skinned muscular old man who rushes into the forest, wielding axe blades like rolling meat grinders, harvesting green heads in the pungent smell of gunpowder.

For the players standing here, chopping a neck is no different from chopping a tree, it is what they do best.

This is the jungle.

This is their home turf!

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