Morale?
Despair?
Fear?
These emotions can appear in anyone.
But it is impossible for them to appear in the players!
They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they must be natural warriors.
The threat of death is meaningless to them. The sound of gunfire not only does not bring them any fear, but ignites their desire for battle, experience, and spoils.
Take off the masks of the Ming people, at this moment they are the real disaster.
Just like the undead who are not afraid of death!
Plunderer?
Fuck him!
After so long, there are finally some exciting activities!
"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"
"Attention, all teams, you are facing the most vicious and evil people in this wasteland. The rules and methods of the Ming people do not apply to them. Don't show mercy! Use all the means you can think of to beat them hard!"
"Beat them until they kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!"
For this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reservists.
And this is almost all the people near the base at the moment!
Fifteen revolver rifles, armed thirty people.
Two people in a group, sharing a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm bullets, and the other person holding a bow and arrows and throwing objects ready, supporting in the back row.
If a teammate falls to the ground, the substitute will take over.
If the ammunition is exhausted, close combat!
Thirty players are divided into fifteen teams, breaking up into two groups from the east gate and the west gate, and then outflanking the north gate.
Since there is no radio command, it is agreed to blow a whistle as a signal.
The other four players with the highest current contributions are led by Chu Guang himself, carrying the newly purchased 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles, each still carrying 15 rounds of ammunition, and outflanking from the west gate to the side and rear of this group of predators.
When the whistle sounded, the whole forest was filled with gunfire, and only bullets could be heard whizzing in the sky and explosives banging, and it was impossible to hear what each other was saying.
But it doesn't matter!
For players who are not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle, the more excited they are, and the more advantageous it is for them. More than 30 people fought with the momentum of 60 people and surrounded the ten predators.
If they were not exempted from the death penalty and had to take care of the resurrection D, they would have drawn their javelins, axes, and small stools and rushed in.
"Pull the gun line, pull the gun line, don't stand still and shoot, let's push from south to north. It's noon now, they are against the light, we have the advantage!"
"Let's flank on the left and shoot smoke on the right, they will think they are surrounded!"
"Are you not afraid of being heard by shouting so loudly?"
"Listen to bullshit, they can't understand it!"
"Fuck, it makes sense!"
"Oh my god, isn't this more exciting than the squad."
"Fuck, I seem to be shot... Eh? It really doesn't hurt at all?"
The predators in front of the north gate were completely stunned.
They were not a regular army, but just a bunch of guerrillas. The people they had met before were all soft persimmons, the kind that would break if they were squeezed. Where had they seen such a tough guy who became more fierce the more they were beaten?
"How many people are there???"
"I don't know! Damn, is this really a survivor base with only 30 people?! Why do I feel... there are more than 30 people surrounding us!"
"Damn, why do I feel that they are more like bandits than us!"
They only had time to retreat 50 meters.
The looters who had just dispersed were pinned to the ground, lying behind the bunker and dared not move, and could only fight back reluctantly.
Bullets flew around their scalps, accompanied by the flames and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones, and javelins that penetrated the smoke.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.
They couldn't even tell which direction the bullets came from, they just felt that there were gunshots and people everywhere.
"The enemy is on our two wings! Damn it! They are trying to surround us!"
"What the hell?! These cowards dare to surround us?!"
"Fuck, how dare they come out of the wall!"
The centurion named Badger was stunned.
It was obviously his side that took the initiative to attack, so why was he surrounded by the other side?
There were at least five survivors' strongholds that he had led his team to rob. Among them, there were a few households and nearly a hundred households, but he had never seen such a tenacious and outrageous one.
Good guy.
Is this a national army? ?
Badger could feel that the opponent's shooting skills were very poor, and the equipment was not as good as his side, but his momentum was suppressed by the opponent.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and he had already begun to retreat in his heart.
But these people obviously did not intend to let them go.
The gunshots were obviously moving towards their side and rear, and getting closer and closer. If they don't find a way to fight their way out, they will soon face encirclement from three directions.
Realizing this, Badger's bloodiness was also ignited.
His eyes were red, he clenched his teeth, and installed a bayonet on the iron rifle in his hand.
"Fuck! Fight with them!"
However, just as he was thinking this, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the bunker not far away.
The man was holding a big guy with a strange shape in his hand. Its overall structure was composed of a wooden barrel and an iron pipe, like... a large spray bottle?
The man put the guy on the ground, set up the wooden bipod at the mouth of the pipe, and aimed the nozzle at him, while muttering something in his mouth, accompanied by an almost crazy laugh.
Badger naturally couldn't understand.
But the nearby players heard it clearly and consciously avoided this madman.
"Hahaha! Feel my heat!"
A narrow fire snake spewed out from the iron pipe and poured into the center of the predator's position.
Although this rain of fire did not drench anyone, it ignited the surrounding dead branches and leaves, forming a sea of fire that divided the battlefield.
Thick smoke rose up.
The burning ground was scalding hot!
Smoke was everywhere, making it almost impossible for these predators to aim.
Brother Mosquito only had time to spray a burst of flames, and immediately threw away his "Hellfire 0.2" and ran away.
He had to run.
This thing was quite cool to spray, but the pressure was not enough, and the fire burned back along the fuel, setting himself on fire.
Brother Mosquito had not run far before his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang.
Fortunately, the surrounding players dodged early and did not hurt their own people.
Although it only had time to spray a burst of flames, its effect was obviously achieved.
The flames boiling on the battlefield and the almost scorched air around them became the last straw that broke the psychological defenses of the predators.
A loud whistle sounded again, and it was the horn of the charge.
The players who had formed a siege had almost run out of bullets, and the ground was full of smoke and fire, and they were even more bloodthirsty.
After hearing the whistle, they all rushed out of the bunkers, howling as if they had taken stimulants, picked up javelins, axes and even bricks, and launched a charge under the cover of shouting and smoke.
The surrounded predators had never seen such a scene before. They always rushed at others, but never at themselves.
The morale was completely broken.
These mobs began to collapse from the outermost periphery and finally fled.
One of the three hounds was bitten to death by Garbage King, another was scared away by the green-skinned lizard, and the other was shot to death while running away.
Looking at his teammates falling one after another, Badger was desperate, trembling and dropping his weapon, kneeling on the ground and raising his hands.
"Stop! I beg you!"
"We surrender!"
...
In principle, predators rarely surrender, after all, they have never treated prisoners well, and no one will treat them well.
But the blue coats on these people gave Badger a glimmer of luck in his heart.
Who wants to die if they can live?
They themselves are not people with firm beliefs.
The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes and ended.
Hearing the gunshots from the base, nearby players kept coming to support and joined the encirclement and suppression of the predators tacitly.
As a result, the number of people on Chu Guang's side increased, from the initial 34 to 45, and morale was getting higher and higher.
After the battle, Chu Guang led the players to put out the open fire in the forest, then cleaned the battlefield and counted the casualties.
He had originally planned to use the active substance reserves, but he didn't expect that the performance of these players was beyond his expectations.
Although seven were injured, none of them died.
The most seriously injured was a physical system, who was shot in the thigh during the charge.
Fortunately, the bullet went straight through, without injuring the artery or the bone. Due to the shielding of the super-limit pain, by the time he realized it, the wound had stopped bleeding, and he didn't even need to use a bandage.
As for the predators, it can be said that they were quite miserable. Five of the ten were killed on the spot, two were seriously injured and bled to death, and the remaining three were slightly injured and captured.
The only flaw was that more than 200 bullets were consumed in total, which directly consumed the amount of one trade, which made Chu Guang feel painful for a while.
These players really didn't save him any money, and they wanted to use up all the bullets they gave him.
Especially since this revolver rifle is semi-automatic and has a high rate of fire, it can be used up without making a sound after a few shots.
There are only ten people on the other side!
Is it difficult to shoot when you see someone?
What Chu Guang can't complain about the most is that among the seven dead people, four were killed by javelins, bows and axes, and only three died from gunshot wounds.
One of them was shot down by him with a gun.
"We need to find a chance to let these players practice shooting!"
No, it's better to let them buy the guns themselves and raise their own ammunition!
According to this style of fighting, it is really fierce and tough, but just one battle consumed nearly half of the ammunition stock of the outpost.
With the current logistics of the shelter, it is really a bit overwhelmed.
Fortunately, the gains from this battle are not small, which is a comfort to Chu Guang.
A total of ten guns, nearly eighty bullets of different calibers, a Molotov cocktail that has not been used in time, and two dirty syringes.
"What is this?"
Chu Guang glanced at the prisoner squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, and pointed at the syringe in his hand.
The prisoner raised his head and quickly buried it in fear.
"Stimulant..."
"Is it useful?"
"Uh, it should be okay."
No matter how useful it is, Chu Guang dare not try it on himself, so he threw it together with the pile of spoils. Maybe someday there will be players interested in buying it for research.
Then, Chu Guang ordered several players nearby to tie the hands and feet of the three injured captives together and tie them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.
There is no prison in the outpost yet, so they can only be kept like this for the time being.
To be honest, Chu Guang has not yet figured out how to deal with the three captives.
I heard that some survivors were hanged directly in the settlement, some were sold to slave traders or mines, and some were more curious about removing their organs and selling them individually.
After all, the cost of bionic organs is usually high, and ordinary people cannot afford it. In comparison, tissues removed from slaves or clones are more economical.
But Chu Guang could not do such an anti-human thing.
Besides, he did not have the conditions to perform that kind of surgery here.
At this time, Fang Chang, who was carrying a bow and arrow, came over from not far away.
When the battle broke out earlier, the cattle and horse squad was hunting in the nearby urban area. When they heard the gunshots and rushed back, the battle was basically coming to an end.
It can be said that they had no sense of participation in this battle.
"Dear administrator, the northern predators have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should seize the opportunity to pursue them! Don't give them any breathing space and end this mystery once and for all!"
"That's right!"
"Kill them!"
Looking at the players around him who were eager to try, Chu Guang thought for a moment and finally shook his head.
"We don't have the conditions to take the initiative now."
Forest combat and urban combat are two completely different concepts. The former is our home ground, while the latter is the home ground of those predators.
Pulling these players into the city to fight street battles with those predators and rush into minefields is basically the same as giving away heads.
It will take at least three days to resurrect D, so we still have to be cautious.
According to the intelligence obtained by Garbage Jun several times, the predator tribe located in the abandoned tire factory is at least more than 50 people. Based on the information of Lister's caravan, it is estimated that this number is around 60 to 70.
If the other party had not misjudged their strength, they would not have sent only a team of ten people.
Now the only thing to be thankful for is that these ten people were kept by me. The other party cannot figure out the strength of my side for a while, and may not even know whether the people sent out to collect money are dead or alive.
According to normal people's thinking, they would first send a few scouts to gather intelligence, and then plan the next round of attacks.
Of course, maybe they don't play by the rules.
Thinking of this, Chu Guang then looked at the players beside him.
"Our enemies have rich experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time and are much more familiar with the terrain in the city than we are. It is not a wise decision to rush into their home ground without an absolute advantage in numbers and equipment."
"At present, our strategy is still to focus on defense and harassment. We will wear down their manpower in a protracted war and force them to give up their advantages and enter our home ground."
"I have a strong feeling that the upcoming heavy snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."
"Before that, what we have to do is to use time to exchange space and do our best to develop."
"Everyone, the war has begun!"