This Game is Too Real

Morale?

despair?

fear?

These emotions can happen to anyone.

But it can't appear on players!

They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they must be born soldiers.

The threat of death meant nothing to them. Instead of bringing them any fear, the gunfire ignited their desire for battle, experience and booty.

Taking off the mask of civilized people, they are a real natural disaster at this moment.

Like the undead who is not afraid of death!

Predator?

Fuck him!

After opening the service for so long, I finally have some exciting activities!

"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"

"All teams, you are facing the poorest and ferocious people in this wasteland. The rules and means of civilized people do not apply to them. Don't be merciful! Beat me hard with all the means you can think of!"

"Hit them on their knees and beg for mercy!"

In this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reservists.

And this is almost all the staff near the base at the moment!

Fifteen revolver rifles, armed with 30 people.

Two of them were in a group, sharing a rifle and 15 7mm bullets. The other was ready with bows, arrows and missiles and supported in the back row.

If a teammate falls to the ground, the substitute is on the top.

If you run out of ammunition, close combat!

Thirty players were divided into 15 teams, divided into parts, killed in two groups from the east gate and the west gate, dispersed and surrounded in the direction of the north gate.

Since there was no radio command, it was agreed to whistle.

The other four players with the highest contribution at present were led by Chu Guang himself, carrying the 7mm and 9mm bolt action rifles just bought. Each player still carried 15 rounds of ammunition from the west gate to the side and rear of the group of marauders.

When the whistle sounded, the whole woodland was full of gunfire. Only bullets and explosives could be heard whizzing in the sky. We couldn't hear each other at all.

But it doesn't matter!

For players who are not affected by morale, the more chaotic the war situation is, the more excited they are and the more favorable it is to them. More than 30 people are stunned and have a momentum of 60 people, surrounded by only 10 marauders.

If not exempted, only the death penalty, there is still a resurrection CD to worry about. I'm afraid they would have pulled out javelins, axes and small benches.

"Pull the gun line, pull the gun line, don't stand still. Let's push from south to north. It's noon. They are against the light, and we have an advantage!"

"Let's encircle on the left and smoke on the right. They'll think they're surrounded!"

"You shout so loudly that you're not afraid to be heard?"

"Listen to a fart, they don't understand!"

"Lying in the trough makes sense!"

"Mom, it's no more exciting than square."

"Grass, I seem to have been shot... Eh? It really doesn't hurt at all?"

The marauders in front of the north gate were completely stunned.

They were not a regular army at first, they were just scattered soldiers and brave people. The people they met in the past were soft persimmons that broke when they were pinched. How have you ever seen such hard bones that beat harder and harder?

"How many of them???"

"I don't know! Shit, this is really a survivor stronghold with only 30 people?! how do I feel... There are more than 30 people surrounding us alone!"

"Shit, how can I feel that they are more like bandits than us!"

We only had time to retreat 50 meters.

The marauders who had just dispersed were pressed to the ground, lying behind the bunker, did not dare to move, and could only reluctantly fight back.

Bullets flew around against the scalp, accompanied by the fire and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones and javelins passing through the smoke.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

They couldn't even tell which direction the bullet came from. They just felt that there were shots in all directions and people in all directions.

"The enemy is on our wings! Damn it! They're trying to surround us!"

"What?! these cowards dare to surround us?!"

"Grass, how dare they come out of the wall!"

The badger Centurion was stunned.

It was his own initiative to kill the door. Why was he surrounded by the opposite side?

He led a team to rob the survivors' strongholds, not five but ten. Among them, there are a few households and more than 100 households, but they have never seen such tenacious and outrageous.

good heavens.

Is this all the people??

Badger could feel that the other side's shooting was very bad and his equipment was not as good as his own side. However, his momentum was stunned by the other side.

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and a retreat had sprouted in his heart.

But these people are obviously not going to let them go.

The gunfire was clearly moving towards their side and behind, and getting closer and closer. If they do not find a way to get out, they will soon face encirclement and suppression in three directions.

Realizing this, the badger's blood was ignited.

His eyes were red, he clenched his teeth and fitted a bayonet to his iron pipe rifle.

"Grass! Fight with them!"

However, just as he was thinking about it, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the bunker not far away.

In the man's hand, I saw a big guy with strange shape. Its overall structure is composed of wooden barrels and iron pipes, just like... A large watering can?

The man put the guy in his hand on the ground, put up the wooden bipod at the nozzle, pointed the nozzle at it, and whispered something in his mouth, accompanied by a crazy smile.

Badgers can't understand.

But the nearby players heard it clearly and consciously avoided the madman.

"Ha ha! Feel the heat of Lao Tzu!"

The long and narrow fire snake spewed out from the mouth of the iron pipe and drenched in the center of the predator position.

Although no one was drenched by the sprinkled fire rain, it ignited the surrounding dead branches and leaves, forming a sea of fire dividing the battlefield.

Thick smoke billowed up.

The burning ground is hot!

There was smoke everywhere, so that the predators could hardly aim.

Brother mosquito only had time to spray a shuttle of fire tongue, so he immediately threw down his "Hellfire 0.2" SA Yazi and fled.

You can't run.

This thing sprays very well, but the pressure is not enough. The fire burns back along the fuel and lights itself.

Brother mosquito didn't run far, his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded.

Fortunately, the players around avoided early and didn't hurt their own people.

Although only one shuttle was sprayed in time, its effect has obviously been achieved.

The flames boiling on the battlefield and the almost scorched air around them have become the last straw to crush the psychological defense line of the predators.

The loud whistle sounded again. It was the horn of charge.

The players who formed the encirclement trend also hit almost with bullets. The ground was full of smoke and fire, and it killed red eyes.

After hearing the whistle, each of them seemed to be playing stimulants. They roared out of the bunker, picked up javelins, axes and even bricks, and launched an assault under the cover of shouting and smoke.

Where have the surrounded marauders seen such a battle? They always attack others by themselves. How can anyone attack themselves like this?

Morale is completely out of control.

These mobs began to collapse from the periphery and finally fled.

Three hounds were bitten to death by the garbage king, one was directly scared away by the green lizard, and the other was shot to death when he ran away.

Looking at the fallen teammates one after another, the badger was desperate, trembled, dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground and raised his hands.

"Stop! I beg you!"

"We surrender!"

……

In principle, Marauders rarely surrender. After all, they have never been kind to prisoners, and no one will be kind to them.

But the blue coats on these people let the badger's heart take a chance.

Who wants to die if he can live?

They are not strong believers themselves.

The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes and ended.

Hearing the gunfire from the base, nearby players kept coming to support and tacitly joined in the encirclement and suppression of the predators.

As a result, the number of people on Chu Guang's side increased from 34 to 45, and the morale became higher and higher.

After the battle, Chu Guang took the players to put out the open fire in the forest, then cleaned the battlefield and counted the casualties.

Originally, he had planned to use the reserves of active substances, but unexpectedly, the performance of these players was beyond his expectation.

Although seven were injured, none of them died.

The most seriously injured was a physique department. He was shot in the thigh during the charge.

Fortunately, the bullet went straight through and did not hurt either the artery or the bone. Due to the shielding of transfinite pain, by the time he realized it, the wounds had stopped bleeding and even the bandage had been saved.

As for the predators, it can be said to be quite miserable. Ten of them were killed on the spot, five of them died of serious injuries and bleeding, and the remaining three were captured with minor injuries.

The only fly in the ointment was that the bullets consumed more than 200 rounds, directly consumed the amount of a trade, and made Chu Guang feel a lot of flesh pain.

These players really don't save him at all. They want to shoot all the bullets.

In particular, the revolver rifle is still semi-automatic, and the firing speed is not low. After pulling a few times, it runs out without leaving a sound.

There are only ten people across the street!

Is it hard to see people shoot again?

Chu Chu make complaints about the seven people who died. Four of them were killed by javelin, bows and axes, and three died of gunshot wounds.

One of them was knocked down by him with a gun.

"We have to find a chance for these players to practice guns!"

No, it's better for them to buy their guns and raise their own ammunition!

According to this way of playing, Meng is really fierce, and gang is also really hard, but after a war alone, nearly half of the ammunition inventory of the outpost base was consumed.

The current logistics of the shelter is really a little unbearable.

Fortunately, the harvest of this battle is not small, which is a comfort to Chu Guang.

There were ten guns, nearly 80 bullets of different calibres, an unused combustion bottle and two dirty needles.

"What is this?"

Chu Guang glanced at the prisoner squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and pointed to the needle in his hand.

The prisoner raised his head and was soon afraid to bury it.

"Stimulants..."

"Is it easy to use?"

"Well, it should be OK."

No matter how easy it is to use Chu Guang, he doesn't dare to try it on himself. For the time being, he lost it with the pile of booty. Maybe some players will be interested in buying it for research one day.

Then, Chu Guang ordered several players nearby to tie the hands and feet of the three injured prisoners together and tie them to the wooden stake at the north gate.

The outpost has not built a prison at present, so we can only look at people like this for the time being.

To be honest, Chu Guang hasn't figured out what to do with the three prisoners.

It is said that some survivors are hanged directly in their settlements, some are sold to slave merchants or mines, and some are more curious to extract organs and sell them alone.

After all, the cost of bionic organs is usually expensive, and most people can't afford it. In contrast, the tissue extracted from slaves or cloned humans will be more economical.

But Chu Guang can't do such anti-human things.

Besides, he doesn't have the conditions to do that kind of operation here.

At this time, Fang Chang, carrying a bow and arrow, came from a distance.

When the fighting broke out earlier, the cattle and horse team was hunting in the nearby urban area. When they heard the gunshot and rushed back, the battle was basically coming to an end.

It can be said that they had no sense of participation in the battle.

"Dear manager, the Raiders in the north have found us. My suggestion is that we should take advantage of the victory and pursue it! Don't give them any chance to breathe and end the riddle once and for all!"

"That's right!"

"Fuck them!"

After taking a look at the eager players around, Chu Guang thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"We do not yet have the conditions to take the initiative."

Woodland warfare and urban warfare are completely two concepts. The former is the home of their own side, while the latter is the home of the predators.

Pulling these players to the urban area to fight street battles with the marauders and rush into the minefield is basically no different from sending heads.

The resurrection CD is at least three days. You should be careful.

According to the intelligence obtained from several investigations by Junjun, the predator tribe located in the abandoned tire factory has at least 50 people. Based on the information of Liszt caravan, it is estimated that this figure is about 60 to 70.

If the other party had not misjudged his strength, he would not have sent only a team of ten people.

Now the only thing to be thankful for is that these ten people have been left by themselves. The other party can't feel the reality on his side for a while. They may not even know whether the person sent to play the autumn wind is dead or alive.

According to the thinking of normal people, they will first send several scouts to inquire about intelligence, and then plan the next round of attacks.

Of course, maybe they don't play cards according to the routine.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang then looked at the players around him.

"Our enemies have rich experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time and are far more familiar with the terrain in the urban area than us. It is not a wise decision to enter their home court rashly when there is no absolute advantage in number and equipment."

"At present, our strategy is still based on defense, supplemented by harassment. In the protracted war, we kill their effective strength and force them to give up their advantages and enter our home court."

"I have a strong hunch that the coming heavy snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."

"Before that, all we have to do is change time for space and do our best to develop."

"Gentlemen, the war has begun!"