Beneath the rolling waves, a group of blue mutants with fish scales roared along with the current, looking from afar like a blue mudslide surging beneath the surface of the sea.

They scare xenos with their shrieks as they try to get closer, and harpoons make their way along the coastline all the way west and then south.

Under the guidance of the will of their ancestors, they have been drifting for a whole week, resting only a few times on the way, and when they are hungry, they will have some fish, shellfish or sea thins to satisfy their hunger, and the place they pass is like locusts crossing the border, and it is a muddy mess.

However, even if they were hungry, their morale still did not decrease in the slightest, and the desire to fight burning in their pupils became more and more high.

Temporary hunger was only to free up their bellies for the feast that was about to begin, and they were soon able to feast on their ancestors and indulge in the sorrows and sorrows of their prey.

Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, the mutant in the lead suddenly leaned upwards and stepped on the current to stop swimming forward.

"Click--!

The blue-skinned mutants that followed him scattered, and thousands of people stood on the rocky seabed, like a haunted seaweed forest.

"Boat!"

It opened its mouth and let out a terrible scream, staring up at the front, then glanced in the direction of the coastline on its right.

The human village prophesied by the priests was to the northwest of them, but a few kilometers to the west, two cargo ships were heading straight in their direction.

It puffed up its chest and sucked in a hard breath of cold seawater, a string of dense bubbles rolling out of its cheeks.

As if it smelled something, its eyes gradually glowed with bloodthirsty light.

"People!"

"Cattle!"

"A lot of !!"

Soon it wasn't just it, thousands of cloudy pupils were imprinted with the glow of blood and the desire to kill.

As if sensing the thirst for killing that boiled in its veins, it tore open its voice and let out a terrible scream.

"Sink them!"

The hoarse screech was like a horn for attack, and it was echoed by a scream of joy like crushing a shell.

"Click--!

Thousands of blue-skinned mutants surged forward at a faster speed again like unleashed seahorses.

The torpedo-carrying mutant broke away from the group first, thrust the bucket-sized cannon into the bottom of the seabed, and then pulled out the fuse.

A string of dense bubbles rushed upwards, and the blue-skinned mutant covered his ears and kicked his legs down as he ran away from the poised torpedo.

With a muffled "clatter", a thick column of white bubbles rushed diagonally towards the sea, and slammed straight into the front cargo ship with the huge torpedo.

This kind of civilian cargo ship is not equipped with professional underwater sonar, and the people on board do not perceive the attack from the water at all, so they are unknowingly fired.

The blast wave of the explosion brought the entire cargo ship to a halt, and as the milky white bubble dissipated, a hollow hole appeared on the side of the ship's lane, and even a few exposed humans fell into the water.

Looking at the slowly capsizing cargo ship, the blue-skinned mutants let out a scream of excitement, striking their weapons against the shield made of turtle shells or the reef beside them, like a group of wild men banging on their knives and forks waiting for a feast.

As they had expected, more and more crew members jumped into the sea as the ship tilted gently.

And that huge number was completely beyond the expectations of all the mutants present.

Usually they sank a ship, and at most twenty or thirty prey.

Now, a hundred or so prey are dropped from just one cargo ship, and the number is still increasing.

The mutants seemed to see heaven, and their cloudy pupils suddenly glowed green.

Praise the Ancestors!!

Too late to thank the ancestors for their gifts,

The blue-skinned mutant at the head spat out the bubbles in his mouth, let out a strange cry of excitement, and rushed forward with his harpoon.

"Kill!!"

Under its leadership, the mutants lurking at the bottom of the sea kicked out their legs one after another, and the guys in their hands killed the group of chickens that fell into the water.

It's like a wolf rushing into a flock!

"Kill !!"

Before the Imperial soldiers who were floating on the surface of the sea and choking on the water could come to their senses, they were pierced through the chests by harpoons and ballistas.

The surface of the sea was stained red with blood, and it was a shocking hideousness.

Screams and wails follow the waves of the sea, like hell on earth.

In just a few breaths, nearly 100 people died! The rest of the people who survived had no idea what was going on, so they had to dig to the shore with their lives.

Obviously, for the Imperial soldiers who are first out of Borneo, these blue-skinned monsters are still a little too "ahead of their time".

And the same is true for the mutants who feast on it.

The human flavors of these self-condiments are also unique, completely different from the ones they eat.

But it doesn't matter.

It makes no difference to them who have been hungry for a week, and they just want to indulge in this feast of death and slaughter!

The soldiers of the Xilan Empire, who had not yet seen the boat, saw clearly what was swimming in the water, and their faces were imprinted with horror.

The blue skin resembles the coat of the Vault dwellers.

They are human, fish, and fish, wielding harpoons, clubs, and even fishing nets, and let out high-pitched and mournful cries and laughter, rapidly harvesting one life after another that falls into the water.

In just a few breaths, the sea was littered with corpses, and every spray that slapped on the side of the ship was stained with a shocking scarlet.

What's even more frightening is that those monsters don't seem satisfied with simply executing their opponents.

From time to time, they pulled the fallen soldiers out of the water, and before they could breathe, they pushed them into the water again, until they had exhausted their prey, died, and no longer struggled, and finally slit their throats and feasted on their flesh.

Listening to the wails of the soldiers in the water, the soldiers huddled on the side of the boat before they had time to dive turned pale and their eyes were filled with fear and overwhelmed despair, and they either shouted at the people who had fallen into the water, tried to pull them onto the sinking cargo ship, or raised their rifles and fired at the surging waves, throwing grenades into the water.

Unfortunately, however, all this was in vain and had no effect at all......

Just when Mogave was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the commander named Dijean and several of his guards, who were trotting out of the cabin with a kayak.

While the mutants were still in the sea and didn't have time to take care of them, they threw the kayak into the sea without saying a word, and rowed towards the shore as best they could.

Seeing the hope of survival, Mogarvi hurriedly rushed into the cabin, and sure enough, he found that there were several rubber boats and wooden dinghy lying in the corner of the cabin.

Knowing that his little strength was not enough, he did not immediately drag these survival tools out, but ran back to the deck with an idea, and shouted at the guys who had not yet entered the water because they couldn't swim.

"There's a lifeboat in the cabin!"

"Drag them out!"

Hearing his call, everyone rushed up to snatch out the life-saving straws, and he took the opportunity to get into one, which was considered to be the escape before the cargo ship sank completely.

The sea was in chaos, and from time to time there were cries of death and fighting to resist.

Looking at the dinghy and even the bathtub that rowed overhead, the soldiers who had fallen into the water reached out in despair to try to grab something.

However, most of the only dozen or so "small boats" were already full, and they could not hold the nearly 1,000 people who had fallen into the water.

One

When some soft-hearted people saw familiar faces, they could not bear to kill their compatriots, and acquiesced in their hands on the side of the ship, and as long as they did not get on board, they would not stop them.

And some ruthless fellows, completely ignoring the friendship of their compatriots, saw that the speed of rushing to the shore was slowed down, and all the butts, bayonets, and even soles of their feet were beckoned to go up at once, just to get rid of these burdens and go ashore as quickly as possible, so that they could survive.

Witnessing this scene of purgatory on earth, Mo Jiawei was terrified and curled up on the small stand. For fear that these people will throw themselves down and replace those compatriots who have fallen into the water.

However, to his surprise, the vicious ones did not do so.

Maybe it's because the people standing next to him these days are big people, these low-status wolf people also "love the house and the black", and instinctively regard him, a kidnapped foreigner, as an adult, in short, thanks to the ignorance of these people, he left the water full of blood and death without danger, swayed on the shore with the dinghy, and climbed out of the small stand with all his strength, he ran forward more than ten meters with a rolling belt, and lay on his back on the muddy beach. Gasping for breath of fresh air, mud-stained faces full of horror.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice from the side, and immediately looked sideways.

I saw a drenched man limping to the shore with a rifle of the Rifle and a shocking scar on his shoulder.

That man was none other than Singh, Captain Achim's bodyguard, and the first person to abandon ship and jump into the sea in response to the commander's order.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive, and Mogarwi couldn't help but write a trace of surprise on his face, especially when he heard the first words of that guy after he came ashore, he almost dropped his jaw in shock.

"Damn, I was put on a hook by these blue gophers!" Gulping bloody spit on the beach, Singh gritted his teeth and cursed.

This bunch of things that don't talk about martial arts!

Unexpectedly, those blue gophers only looked honest on the surface, but they were very sinister and cunning behind the scenes, and they had already seen through the empire's plan!

But it's okay......

Since the power of those blue ghosts is contained in the sea, the defense on the shore must be empty, and the land happens to be the home of the Xilan Empire.

As long as he can regroup the forces that escaped to the shore. Even if there are only one or two teams of 100 people, they will definitely be able to live up to their mission and take down the french fries port!

Seeing the guy with an abnormal brain coming towards him, Mogarvi quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but before he could wait two seconds, he was pulled up from the ground by the collar.

"Get up! I know you're not dead!"

Mogarwi opened his eyes tremblingly, and before he could fully awaken, he saw the face that was distorted like a demon.

"Big ...... Adults......"

Singh stared at him with a hideous expression, and squeezed a word out of his teeth.

"Take me to the Alliance's camp! Immediately!"

Mogarve's mouth was wide open, glancing at the soldiers on the beach who were lying on their stomachs like dead dogs, and then at the guy who was clutching at his collar, and was about to ask him, "Are you crazy?" but his mouth was too wide to dislocate. So much so that he couldn't speak, but fortunately he didn't need to speak.

Less than two seconds after Singh's words fell, a gunshot rang out in the distant forest, and it was the sound of the Shooter's rifle!

At the same time that the gunshot rang out, gunshots rained down on the beach and in the forest, and a fierce firefight was about to break out!

Singh immediately let go of his hand and threw Mogarwi, who had just sat up halfway up, back to the ground, loaded his rifle in his hand, and yelled at the soldiers who were struggling to get up from the beach.

"Prepare for battle!"

Half an hour ago, there was a dark silence on the beachhead on the northwest side of the port of French Fries.

If you don't look closer, you probably won't be able to see the helmets hidden behind the sandbags and dirt pits, and the barrels of guns hidden under the camouflage nets, there were fifty people guarding the position at first, and they changed shifts several times in the middle of the way, and by night there were still about thirty left.

Leaning next to a stationary Whirlwind grenade launcher, a player wearing an exoskeleton couldn't help but yawn and mutter.

"Damn, didn't those mutants go to Antarctica?"

"I haven't seen a shadow for a long time."

It's already 8 p.m. in the game, and it's time to get up for breakfast.

Another player crouched next to him made a helpless face.

"Hell knows, it's not sure if it's a mutant or not, so a few crabs will come up."

Hearing that there were crabs to eat, the man who was still yawning suddenly came to his senses, swallowed his saliva and said, "That's not good, just add a meal."

"Wow--"

The player next to him, who had not spoken, almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and his shoulders shook vigorously.

Seeing that the discipline of these newcomers was becoming more and more loose, the team leader who had been staring at the beach finally couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to pat the back of the head of the silly man who was holding back a smile.

"It's all quiet! Laughing like a terrible turtle, afraid that others don't know that there is someone here?"

What if those guys hear that there's someone here, and don't come up from this beach?

Then how can he get his head!

The player who had been hit on the helmet sneered, and everyone felt embarrassed, and they all retracted their attention and returned to their respective positions.

At this time, in the foxhole on the side, a head with a haystack poked out.

Vaguely hearing someone calling his name, the player glanced bewildered.

"Captain, you call me?"

Squad Leader: "......"

This time, it wasn't just the guy with a low laugh, all the USR people buried their heads and shook their shoulders, and the guy with a low laugh was even more direct, slammed his head on the sandbag, and simply went offline to laugh.

Looking at the probe's criticism, the squad leader was about to reprimand him a few words, when a serious voice came from the communication channel.

"Position 4, what's going on over there?"

Hearing the inquiry from his superiors, the team leader glared at the retracted haystack with a solemn expression, and hurriedly lowered his voice to report.

"Report, no situation for now!"

Murderous Dagger: "...... Roger, keep on your guard, we'll have a shift change in a few minutes, brothers."

The squad leader replied awkwardly.

"Yes."

There aren't many veteran players in French Fries Harbor, most of them are players between level 10 and 20, and some are just past level 10 and come here to try their luck, and it's normal to behave a little bit of a stupefia occasionally.

The game atmosphere of "Waste Soldier Online" has always been okay, and most old players are more tolerant of new players, after all, everyone is like this.

Silence had returned to the position, in stark contrast to the rising tide that was close at hand.

However, looking at the quiet and peaceful waves. Fang Chang, who was holding the telescope, couldn't help frowning, with a worried expression on his face.

It's been two hours at night.

Do you really have to wait until the early afternoon?

Or is it that the alleged attack is just that he thinks too much.

「…… I don't think I'm going to come."

Just as Fang Chang was muttering in his heart, the voice of the snorting was suddenly heard from the communication channel.

「…… This is the reconnaissance team, and we hear gunfire here, coming from the sea to the southwest of us."

"Gunshots?"

Hearing that report, Fang Chang felt a burst of excitement in his heart and immediately opened the VM map without saying a word, but when he saw the green dot flickering on the west side of the camp, he was slightly stunned.

Still west?

Where does this go?

In just a second when he was stunned, another communication request suddenly popped up on the VM screen, this time from Chen Jianhong, the commander of the Dolphin.

Tell the sesame paste to stay nearby

Commander Fang immediately pressed the answer button, and Captain Chen's voice soon came.

「…… Our sensors have detected two explosions in a row in the waters near you, and I'm not sure if you've noticed, if you're in trouble?"

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Explosion? We didn't see anything here, but someone heard the gunshots, can you tell the general direction of the explosion?"

Chen Jianhong: "To the east of us, to your ...... Well, it should be about five kilometers to the west, and I'll send you the coordinates."

Fang Chang: "Roger, you continue to remain silent, and do not contact us unless necessary."

Chen Jianhong: "Yes."

After hanging up the communication, Fang Chang switched back to the VM map, and soon saw the coordinates synchronized from the Dolphin.

There's even an estimated explosion yield attached to it.

The two flickering question marks were five kilometers west of the port of fries, and they were almost on the shore of the northern shore of the strait, so that Fang Chang was stunned.

Boy.

Are these mutants planning to play tactics with themselves?

But it's useless to go around to the west......

The Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps are located on the high ground on the northwest side of the camp, with a wide view of the surrounding areas, and with the agility and perception players to find the enemy and report points, a few machine guns and mortars can kill those beasts on the beach, but there is still some hope for them to come up from the dock due south.

Although it's just a little.

At this time, the murderous dagger that had just handed over the defense zone to the friendly forces in the shift was coming this way.

Without waiting for the guy to speak, Fang Chang immediately looked at him and said.

"Kill Dagger, you take someone to the west to see."

The Killer Dagger was stunned for a moment, holding back his stomach full of questions about whether those mutants still wanted to come, and looked at him in confusion and asked.

"West? Where?"

"There was an explosion in the water about five kilometers to the west, and I've updated the approximate coordinates on your map, so you can just follow the coastline all the way west."

As he spoke, Fang Chang's index finger pointed at the screen, and he had already completed the editing of the task path.

Seeing Elder Brother Fang's serious expression, the killing dagger suddenly came to his senses, and the boredom on his face was swept away.

"Roger!"

He didn't say a word, and hurriedly ran to the team members who had just been disbanded, and reorganized the team of more than thirty people.

"Brothers, come to life! Follow your father to the west and show you the world! 「

As soon as they heard that they were coming to work, the people who were listless a second ago suddenly became excited, and they picked up the guy and followed behind the thirty-plus level bosses, chattering and asking questions while walking towards the outside of the position.

"Boss! Who is the enemy?"

"Mutants, aren't they?"

"I heard it's blueskin!"

"Is the material worth it?"

Look at the appearance of these newcomers who have never seen the world, and the murderous dagger laughs.

Coincidentally, he hadn't seen it either.

But that's okay, you'll see you right away.

Don't talk so much nonsense, there were two explosions five kilometers west of our position, and whatever it is, we'll make those idiots regret coming to us for a long time!"

After running all the way along the edge of the rainforest, the group finally arrived near the coordinates and caught a glimpse of the group of people on the beach who were crawling ashore in a mess.

Seeing the group of drenched guys in the distance, the murderous dagger didn't need to ask, and he had already guessed what had happened in his heart.

Eighty percent of these guys were passing through the Channel, only to run into mutants who had come to trouble them.

This luck is also against the sky!

In the end, conscience prevailed, and the killing dagger couldn't help but laugh out loud, and shouted towards the beach not far away.

"Front

Fellow! Get out of the shore, we are here to save you!"

Crawling to the shore with a disgraced face, hearing the shouts coming from the woods, Dirang was instantly alert, his eyes shot at the nearby jungle, and he raised his rifle in his hand.

"Who!"

The Murderous Dagger shouted again, "We are Alliance!"

Coalition!?

Hearing this, the Commander's face changed suddenly, and he opened the safety of his rifle while yelling.

"It's an alliance!"

"Prepare for battle!"

The guard standing next to him reacted faster than him, raised his rifle and fired at the dark woods, and then covered the commander next to him to go to the side of the bunker.

Startled by the "pop" of the gunshot, the murderous dagger saw that the bullet flew to his side, and thought that the guys had gone off, so he hurriedly shouted.

"Damn, we're humans, we're mutants, not me, you can see clearly and close the insurance--"

But the gang didn't listen to him.

Before his words fell, there was another snap.

Crack, gunshots, and this time the bullets followed his voice......

Directly hit the trunk next to him.

As if given an order, gunshots crackled on the beach.

Forty or fifty people, who rushed to the shore, opened fire and quickly dispersed to both sides.

They either lay on the ground and dug out foxholes, or rolled behind the reef to find cover, and regardless of their own embarrassment, they took an offensive stance and fired at the players in the woods.

The variety of gunfire ranged from the Ripper rifle to the Legion-standard "Blade" assault rifle and the PU-9 Charge.

This time, the dagger can be seen clearly, these guys are not crazy at all, but deliberately come to find fault with them.

More and more soldiers who fell into the water swam to the shore, or landed in escape boats, one by one, as if they were rushing to land, and no matter who was chasing them on the buttocks, they didn't even pat the mud on their pants, and they were beaten on the shore in a burst of bangs.

The killing dagger who was about to pull them suddenly became angry, and he didn't bother to care about any misunderstanding.

These guys all carried guns, ammunition bags rolled up their backs, and sapper shovels on their waists, and it was too far-fetched to say that they were the people passing by.

At first glance, he is not a good person!

Seeing that there were more and more people coming ashore, there must be one or two hundred people, and the killing dagger immediately roared at the thirty-odd brothers behind him.

"!"

"Not only did these 2Bs not appreciate it, but they dared to fire at us!"

"Give me a hard beating!"