The crackling sound of gunfire exploded in an instant, and the bullets burrowed into the convoy like locusts flying in the sky, startling the players standing next to the convoy.

I didn't expect the Southern Army to have two brushes, and they actually put together an army under their noses!

However, the only purpose of these guys is to scare them.

Listening to the clanging sound, I dodged with the darkest steps and quickly hid behind the off-road vehicle.

His heart was pounding when he was in the car just now, and sure enough, these guys were in ambush in front.

Thanks to the bonus of the high perception attribute, he had a premonition of a threat.

It is precisely because of this that a group of people did not plunge headlong into the enemy's ambush circle, but stopped at the edge of the ambush circle.

The other side obviously didn't expect them to suddenly come to a sharp brake, and the marauders hiding on the edge of the abandoned town had not yet fully deployed their firepower.

But even so, the firepower network formed by the hundreds of people firing at the same time was fierce enough.

"! The firepower of these dogs is quite fierce! ”

I was so frightened that I hid in the back of the carriage and didn't dare to make my head.

The other players who came with him screamed excitedly.

Half of them are budding newcomers, and the other half are old people in the corps.

But maybe it's because they're suffocating, and even the old guys are yelling.

"Prepare for battle!"

"the brothers!"

The battle broke out in an instant!

However, Wyatt, who was hiding in the distance, felt that something was wrong the more he looked at it.

Especially when he saw that the blue "power armor" was so frightened that it hid behind the off-road vehicle, and a group of guards abandoned the managers and rushed forward, a strong sense of disobedience came to his heart.

Is this guy really a manager?

It seems reasonable, but it always feels like it's full of problems in every sense.

"Hahaha! Try this! ”

A heavy machine gun was removed from the trunk of the buggy, and the team's power players roared excitedly and loaded the machine gun with a click.

The thirty-kilogram heavy blow gun was carried in his hand like a chicken, and he directly held the barrel in his left hand and put the back support against the shoulder armor of the exoskeleton.

The muzzle of the 20-millimeter gun was aimed at a low wall 300 meters away, and without saying a word, he pulled the trigger, and the sudden tracer pierced the marauders hiding on the edge of the low wall like a javelin.

The ferocious fire quickly overwhelmed the opposing side, and several marauders were smashed to pieces by the wall of men.

Blood mist and rubble drifted through the air, and the thunderous roar shook the people as if the sky was spinning.

That bloody scene made everyone around him shudder.

Worthy of the people of the Guards Regiment!

It is rumored that those guards are the trump cards under the command of the manager, and now they are really extraordinary!

However, the marauders were only momentarily frightened.

Even if these guys are strong in combat, they only have about thirty people after all, and they can't even make up a team of 100 people!

Looking at the minions whose morale was shaken, the centurion who took the lead gritted his teeth and shouted at the centurions beside him.

"Steady! There are about thirty of them! We are a hundred times more than them! Even a mouthful of spit drowned them! ”

With that, he grabbed the centurion by the collar and spat at him.

"Sixth, take a hundred brothers around their flanks! Bring the bazooka with you, too! ”

"Yes!"

The centurion shouted in reply, burying himself through the chaotic battlefield, yelling at the minions who were squatting in front of the house and hesitant to step forward.

"Don't here! Hurry up and follow Lao Tzu, and if you continue to grind, the reinforcements of the alliance will arrive! ”

Although everyone was terrified, they were stared at by those big bronze eyes, and finally followed him hard.

The group went around the west side of the abandoned town, ready to draw a large circle around the back of the convoy under the cover of the woods, and then catch the gang off guard.

I have to say that this idea is good, but it's a pity to pick the wrong object.

Hundreds of minions poured out of the town, and as soon as they burrowed into a wood, they crashed head-on into a piece of armor that emitted a cold light.

Unlike the hundreds of people who share ten sets of exoskeletons, almost all of them have a set of "large pieces", and several of them even wear "glow" power armor.

And it's not just these equipment that are terrifying, but also the aura emanating from these people.

These guys are battle-hardened veterans!

Just by looking at one of the power armors, the centurion named Lao Sixth couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

It's the Storm Corps!

But why?!

At the same time, looking at the group of marauders who came to the door, Kakarot, who led the team, had a grim smile on his face.

"Damn, I've been at home for so long, and I finally have a chance to move-"

Before he could finish his words, there was a crisp sound of a "bell" on his breastplate.

A marauder fired a shot at him, but it didn't leave a single dent in the terracotta cuirass of his power armor.

Seeing that the blind guy dared to interrupt his words, Kakarot immediately drew a short javelin from behind him and threw it at the guy.

"Whoosh——!

The sound of tearing through the woods pierced the woods!

With the dual bonus of strength attribute and power armor, the javelin was as fast as a bolt of lightning, piercing the marauder who shot at him, and nailing it to the tree, along with the thick branches.

The brutal tactics intimidated the marauders, and several of them looked terrified and couldn't help but move backwards.

However, there is also a brave guy who has the courage to set up the bazooka in his hand.

But before he could fire, a transparent dagger slit his throat.

Transparent ripples spread through the air, and a player wearing an exoskeleton appeared next to him like a ghost.

Blood spouted into the sky, and the bazooka that turned around exploded directly into the crowd, and several marauders were blown off guard.

"Mom...... Hit power armor with high-explosive shells, what do you think man. ”

Tsui smacked his tongue for Ann, and soon turned on the optical camouflage again, turning into a transparent ghost and killing the terrified marauders around him.

At the same time, the sound of gunfire in a storm also rang out among the trees.

The battle broke out in an instant!

And in an instant, it entered the white heat!

In the face of the strength of a whole company of the Storm Corps, the marauders with only a hundred people were not opponents at all, and the whole battle was completely one-sided slaughter!

"Stop them!!"

Seeing that there was no hope of victory, the centurion named Lao Liu shouted in a hurry, and then spread his legs and fled in the opposite direction of the battlefield.

However, before he could take two steps, a whoosh burst through his neck and hung him from a tree.

Striding behind him, Kakarot reached out and pulled out the blood-stained javelin, flicked it and hung it behind his back, and then smoothly removed the short-barreled submachine gun hanging from the power armor.

The marauders on the side looked at him in horror, and their legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Perhaps knowing that they couldn't escape, they turned their fear into desperate roars and howls, and rushed up with the guy in their hands.

However, in just a few breaths, the bullets were pinned to the ground.

Kakarot, who had run out of a shuttle, reloaded his magazine and glanced at the corpses all over the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The dregs have the blood of the survivors on their hands, and they no longer deserve to be called human, even more hateful than the xenos of the jungle.

Reloading the submachine gun in his hand, he said in a cold voice as he looked at the dozen or so looters that remained.

"None of them will be left!"

……

At the same time, Huntpaw, who was in command in an abandoned town, heard gunshots coming from the nearby woods.

Before he could come to his senses, a whistling shell had already hit the roof of an abandoned house not far from him.

"Boom ——!!!"

The deafening explosion shattered the glass of the window, and everyone in the room took refuge.

"Damn—why are there still shells?!"

A marauder fitted with a modified prosthetic body exclaimed, and the arrogance on his face had turned into a face full of doubt.

It's the same with Hunting Claw.

The deafening sound made him stunned.

Didn't you say that it was an ambush?!

How the shells were pulled out, it felt like a regular army on the other side!

Before he could react, a series of shells bombarded the surroundings, hot fragments wrapped in black smoke whizzing around, and there was a noisy shouting in the communication channel.

"It's a mortar!"

"It looks like it's coming from the west!"

"No——! Wait, there's movement in the east, too! ”

The entire command channel was in shambles, even though they hadn't been hit by EMP weapons.

Obviously, the other side does not bother to use such high-tech weapons.

Or maybe they feel that keeping their radio on the table can accelerate their confusion and amplify their fears......

Unable to control his subordinates, Huntclaw cursed in horror.

"...... What are the Southern Army idiots doing! What about their big dicks! Why don't you use it yet! ”

The guy named Wyatt had promised him that they still had a hole card in their hand, and that they would be in the town and that they would be able to turn their opponent to ashes at the touch of a button.

Seeing that his subordinates continued to suffer casualties, but his allies did not move, Huntclaw couldn't help but curse his mother in his heart.

These guys don't take out their hole cards now, are they planning to stay in the nest and lay eggs?!

Just then, a marauder stumbled through the door.

Huntclaw subconsciously pulled out the revolver and aimed it at his head, until he realized that the guy was his own, and then raised the muzzle.

The man threw himself on his knees, looking very embarrassed and wailing inarticulately.

"Boss! Their firepower is too fierce! The brethren couldn't stand it! ”

Listening to the sound of banging cannons outside, Huntclaw had a ghostly expression.

"How is that possible! There were twenty or thirty of them! You have two or three thousand, how can you not stop them?! ”

"But, but......" The marauder scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, but could not think of an explanation.

These guys seem to have three heads and six arms, and they are so fast that only afterimages remain, and their eyes are more like eagles.

Although the Southern Legion also provided them with some exoskeletons, after all, it had only been a few days since the outfit was changed, and their combat effectiveness had not changed substantially.

In particular, the continued casualties of friendly forces have shaken their will to continue fighting.

In the end, they are just a bunch of bandits, and they are more than one rank behind the regular army in terms of organization and training.

More than 3,000 people sounds like a lot, but if it can't be fully developed on the battlefield, it's no different from 300 people.

A mouthful of spit?

You have to have a chance to vomit.

At this moment, Huntclaw didn't even know that the two teams sent out by his subordinates to outflank him had been strangled to death by the Storm Corps.

In less than half a minute, another marauder ran in from outside the door, shouting in panic.

"Boss! Our West! Suddenly kill a team of people! Thousands of gunshots to hear! ”

Hearing this, Huntclaw almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, and he couldn't wait to open that guy's head to see what kind of tofu scum was inside.

"Fuck your mother's shit, where are thousands of people! There are only 2,000 people in the entire settlement of 10, and they can still conjure people out of thin air! ”

The marauder's face turned pale and he was speechless.

Maybe it's not as many as thousands, but there are certainly hundreds.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many brothers who were driven back by the gunshots.

However, before he could explain, a panicked shout rushed into the door mixed with the sound of gunfire.

"Boss! The people of the Alliance...... Damn, they're charging at us! ”

Huntclaw's face changed completely, and despite the roar of artillery fire outside, he strode out of the door.

It just so happened that a mortar landed not far away, and the explosion caused him to stumble and almost fall.

At this moment, he couldn't care about scolding his mother, and hurried to the east side of the town.

At this moment, I happened to catch a glimpse of a power armor standing in the crooked street.

Seventeen or eighteen corpses lay around the man, and the rubble was a blur of flesh and blood.

There was a hint of fear in Huntpaw's eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what kind of guys he was facing.

It looked like it had been ambushed.

On the contrary, they are more like prey to be targeted by wild beasts......

At this moment, Kakarot did not know that the leader of this group of marauders was staring at him, let alone the mental activity of that guy.

Pulling the javelin out of a scrapped heavy exoskeleton, he flicked the blood and bulletproof armor fragments off the javelin, and laughed heartily at the frightened marauders.

"Hahaha! It's so exciting! ”

……

It's been a long time since I've had a hearty battle like this, and the Storm Corps players who have entered the abandoned town are like tigers entering a pack of wolves, killing a few more and more and more.

Seeing that the firepower on the opposite side was getting weaker and weaker, in the end, they couldn't even talk about perfunctory, and the thirty or so people who acted as bait couldn't stay anymore, so they tore off the camouflage of "being ambushed" one after another, dropped the bait and killed the town 300 meters away.

Looking at the players who left cover and rushed forward, I shouted quickly.

", you're covering me!"

Before his words fell, he was scolded back by a sentence.

"Cover you hammer! Be your bait and just hide here and stay still. ”

"Let's start a group!"

"Long live the manager!!"

"You have to use human language, or you can't understand your ghost scream!"

"it!"

"Whoa!!"

Apparently the Dogecoin didn't treat him as a manager.

Seeing that everyone left themselves and rushed forward, my darkest crying and laughing person also came out of the cover and chased the guys forward.

It's not that he's worried about being left alone.

The main reason is that I am afraid that the fight is over, and it is too embarrassing that I didn't pick up the last head.

However, it is still too difficult for him to use his strength to support an exoskeleton weighing nearly a ton as a perception player, and it is really unrealistic to rely entirely on the overwhelmed motor to catch up with other players.

When he finally arrived in the abandoned town, the battle on the south side of the town was almost over.

The bungalows and walls, completely destroyed by slam gun, were littered with the corpses of looters.

The bloody scene was hell!

Looking at the battlefield where I no longer needed to do anything, I sighed and found a stone pier to sit down.

“MMP！ I don't even leave a mouthful of soup for my brother. ”

For a moment, he suddenly realized what it was like to be a manager.

Once upon a time, that guy was charging with them.

But I don't know when they started to develop to the point where they didn't need his own hands.

And they really want him to stay in a safe place honestly than that guy himself.

After all, that guy can't be resurrected like them, and the punishment of death is too big for anyone to bear......

Thinking about it this way, it seems really lonely, after all, I have the strength but nowhere to go.

But I thought about it the most, that guy is not a player at all, and his mentality may not be the same as theirs.

It's hard to figure out that he retreats into the background, but he actually enjoys it.

This is also not good.

The gunfire in the distance had gradually stopped.

The marauders, who had been injured in more than half of them, finally gave up their struggle, abandoned their positions one after another, and fled out of the town.

But this will only delay their death at best.

So far, the Storm Corps has only dispatched two companies of troops, and the remaining three companies are on standby on the path of this group of deserters.

According to the plan, the spring brothers who were ambushed in the road would kill some of them, and then follow the footsteps of the remaining people to their lair, and then serve the rest of them in one pot.

I patted the dust off my armor in the darkest and prepared to walk up to meet my teammates.

Then, at this moment, an alarm suddenly crept up the back of his spine and climbed up his spine.

It was a split second, and a figure rushed towards him like a cannonball.

Sensing the threat, I turned around almost instinctively, followed by a fist that slashed at the front door.

"Bell!"

The sound of metal echoing rang out, and then I saw a hideous face in the darkest of the blackest.

The man's arm was studded with a pair of sharp claws, made of what looked like titanium, and it actually knocked two notches into his fist.

Not only that, this guy's legs have probably been modified, and the explosiveness and speed have obviously exceeded the level of normal people.

The hunting claw, which failed to strike a blow, flipped over in the air with the help of the reaction force, and fell to the ground to stand firm.

Reassing his offensive stance, he stared at the azure power armor, his fierce eyes like letters spit out by a poisonous snake.

Seeing that this guy didn't continue to attack, I stood in place for a while, waiting for this guy to continue to attack.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it himself, it's just that this iron lump is so heavy that he doesn't bother to move it if he can't move it.

Stared at the "manager" for a long time and didn't find a flaw, and the hunting claw let out a oozing laugh.

"Not bad......

"Each other, each other."

"Hehe, I thought that pampered guys like you were all cowards on the battlefield, but I didn't expect there to be two brushes."

I tried to shrug my shoulders, but the shoulder armor on both sides didn't move, so I finally gave up.

"That's when you haven't seen me on the battlefield."

"Really?" Huntclaw narrowed his eyes, looked up and down at the prey in front of him, and suddenly smiled again, "Your subordinates are very strong, but you shouldn't have been, you shouldn't have given me this chance to face you alone." ”

Seeing that his words were not ordinary, I couldn't help but yawn.

"And then? What can you do now that you have seen? ”

In the darkest of my darkest yawns, the pupils of Huntclaw contracted violently.

Finally caught that flaw that flashed away!

His legs violently exerted force, and the tendons erupted with terrifying power, even cracking the concrete under his feet!

The claws were about to turn into an afterimage, like crossbow arrows rising from the ground to shoot at my blackest point.

"Die!" With an excited roar coming out of his mouth, he used all his strength to stab the strongest blow of his life into the throat of the man in front of him.

From now on, he will be a Marauder Legend! Bow down to all the marauders of the land!

He will personally cut off the head of the Alliance manager!

However, at this moment, the huge fist smashed into his face like a hammer.

Hunter Claw's heart was suddenly startled, and he hurriedly raised a pair of arms to parry in front of him, but the pair of titanium steel claws were firmly grasped by the hand that reached out to face the door.

The tough blade let out an overwhelming hum, and the blackest of me, who controlled the opposite one, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Strength and reflexes were not his strong points, but fortunately, the exoskeleton still played a role, using the little power left to drive the motor to overload, and at the same time anticipating the opponent's next move, he blocked the fatal blow.

The blades are deeply embedded in the steel armor, but this also makes it harder for the titanium claws to break free.

Looking at the horrified predators, my darkest eyes suddenly rolled and a wicked smile appeared on my face.

"How about telling you a secret?"

Without waiting for an answer, he lifted the mask from his helmet.

"Actually, I'm not a manager."

The moment he saw that face, Huntclaw was stunned, as if he had been electrocuted.

No...... Intendant?

So what are they ambushing here all night for?!

Before he could come to his senses, a compact javelin flew from the side and nailed it to his humerus.

The titanium transformation element cracked instantly, and he only had time to let out a painful howl before the clay steel spearhead severed his arm, and then drove into his ribs with unabated momentum.

The electric spark exploded instantly, and I was killed on the spot by a javelin piercing a piercing hunting claw, and I fell to my knees in front of my blackest man.

"Damn...... Grab someone's head, you. "Closing the visor of my helmet, I threw away the titanium claws in my hand and gave him a middle finger at Kakarot, who was not far away.

The latter smiled and said teasingly.

"I'm not afraid you won't be able to beat me."

I rolled my eyes at the blackest, too lazy to argue with him.

"What about nuclear bombs? Is there such a thing at all? ”

Kakarot walked up to him, pulled the javelin out of the corpse, and inserted it back into the pouch behind his back.

"It's been found, it's in the center of town, but the other side has activated the nuclear bomb and will explode in an hour."

Obviously, the other side is planning to detonate the nuclear bomb while they are cleaning up the battlefield.

This hour should be a window for your own escape.

However, the Southern Legion did not realize that the Guards had been eyeing their actions for a long time, and had already known the hole card in their hands in advance.

Trying to scare the alliance with a nuclear bomb is a bit too much.

My darkest expression became solemn.

"Can you tear it down?"

"That's enough, we're giving it up anyway," Kakarot shrugged, but then changed his mind and said with a smile, "And why tear it down?" ”

"There's still an hour to go anyway, and we've roughly determined the coordinates of their lair. We could have loaded it onto the Viper Transporter and sent it back to their lair. ”

(End of chapter)