"It's time to fight!"
"Are we going to fight again? So cool, I haven't fought for a long time!"
"Fuck! Why only 50 people? Are you guys so fast?"
"If you hesitate, you will lose!"
"Can you go with me if you don't get the quest? It's okay if you don't have money, I'll just watch the plot!"
"Goblin bazookas for sale in the front row! A big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins per shot! You can't afford to lose or be fooled!"
"Give me one, I owe you the money first!"
"Get lost!"
At the west gate of the outpost.
A large group of players carrying their weapons and ammunition ran to the open space in front of the trench to gather.
The lively scene didn't look like a war, but rather like a festival.
Especially a particularly cruel little player, who went to the warehouse to rent a caravan and packed the barrel, gun mount, and shells all on it.
Even hired a newbie in the strength department to help pull the cart.
"Boss! Can you, can you fire a shot for me?"
Mosquito was immediately amused when he heard this, and patted his shoulder with a smile.
"Of course! Good brother! Listen to my command later, you come to light the fire!"
"Okay!!!"
Such a big commotion, anyone with eyes can see it.
The nomads who came back from the lake to get water looked over here in surprise, looked at each other, and chattered.
"What are they going to do?"
"Is it a war?"
"They all have guns in their hands!"
"Who are they going to fight? Predators? Or aliens?"
Carrying two plastic buckets full of water, the sisters Qiucao and Qiuye looked curiously at the administrator who came out of the west gate.
The two of them looked at his back at the same time - the impressive hammer.
"It's so big..."
"That hammer must weigh at least several dozen kilograms, right?"
"The armor looks heavy, too. Is it made of steel?"
"He doesn't seem tired at all!"
"Don't stare at people. It's impolite."
"Well, okay... wait! Why are you talking about Qiuye? You're the one staring, right?"
Qiucao repeated with a red face.
"No, don't be impolite."
More and more nomads were attracted by the noise here.
Watching from a distance of dozens of meters, they looked at the soldiers in front of the trenches curiously, discussing what was going on.
Is this going to be a war?
There will be deaths in war.
But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited?
Are they not afraid of death at all?
Many nomads couldn't help but feel a little awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats was more impressive than the weapons in their hands!
Just as the tribesmen were talking about it, the tribe leader Tiefu came out of the crowd with several hunters carrying bows and javelins.
When he came to the administrator, Wu Tiefu clasped his hands and said respectfully.
"Sir, the people behind me are the elite of our tribe. As long as you nod, we will be the sharpest spears in your hands!"
Chu Guang glanced at him and wanted to politely reject his kindness.
But at this moment, Chu Guang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he changed his words temporarily, nodded and said.
"You will follow me later."
"Yes! Sir."
Indicating Yu Hu, Wu Tiefu and others to wait in place, Chu Guang walked in front of the players, and under the expectation of countless eyes, he started to read out the lines he had thought of in ten minutes.
"For a long time, the people of Beth Street have been oppressed by the mayor. Under his rule, they are hungry, poor, and struggling to survive. And all the money he has taken by force has gone into his pocket, just to satisfy his own selfish desires."
"His crimes are too numerous to list. Now, he has not only set his sights on us, but has also broken the bottom line of our tolerance, secretly colluded with our mortal enemy, the Blood Hand Clan, concluded a secret covenant, and even instigated them to invade us!"
"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Now is the time to let that greedy old leech know what will happen if he angers us."
"Everyone, follow me to the battle!"
In the open space in front of the trench, the excited roar was deafening.
"Liberate Beth Street!"
"For Xiaoyu!"
"Ah!!"
...
Beth Street.
Central Castle.
The door of the study on the top floor was suddenly pushed open, and a guard in a deerskin coat rushed in and walked through a long row of bookshelves to the mayor.
"Sir! There are many people coming from the north! Yes, more than fifty!"
"How many?!"
The mayor's face suddenly changed, and he immediately stood up and rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor and went around the tower, and climbed to the top of the highest tower in the castle.
The north wind was howling outside the tower.
He came out of the room without putting on his coat, and his fat body was shivering. Ignoring the cold, he grabbed the telescope hanging on the side and looked towards the north.
I saw a group of people wearing fur coats, holding long guns and short guns in their hands, and they looked more like predators than predators, advancing aggressively towards the direction of Beth Street.
On this cold day with the howling north wind, a drop of sweat oozed from the old mayor's forehead.
He turned his head suddenly, grabbed the guard who followed him to the top of the tower, and roared loudly with saliva flying.
"Quick, gather all the guards, pick up weapons and go to the north gate!"
"Also, send someone to find Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Bette Street! All men over 14, gather at the door of the armory!"
"Go now!"
The guard's legs trembled when he was yelled at, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes!"
The castle rang a rapid bell, breaking the tranquility of Bette Street.
The survivors standing on the street had no idea what was going on. They thought the looters were coming, and they ran home, packed up their things and prepared to escape, panicking.
Hearing the rapid bell, old Charlie was not panicked at all, but relieved, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.
If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing you can do is to make it happen faster.
For example, before a mayor with a brain full of idiots does something more stupid, the gunpowder barrel is lit, and fewer poor people will be implicated.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon send someone to find me and ask me to mobilize the hunters on Beth Street to stand on the wall and fight those blue coats to the end.
Pulling the curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a cane and hid in the panicked crowd.
At the same time, the door of the armory on one side of the castle opened.
The guards in deerskin coats took the iron rifles and ammunition handed over by the captain, and then rushed to the north gate quickly, guarding behind the bunker and waiting for battle.
However, this bunker made of scrap metal and concrete garbage did not bring them much sense of security.
Except for a few old soldiers with wrinkles on their faces, many young guards had panic and anxiety on their faces, and their hands holding guns were sweating nervously.
Big forces like the Blood Hand Clan would not come after collecting protection fees.
Usually their opponents are all alien species, and the most dangerous ones are just a few mutant brown bears. Only in rare cases will you encounter blind predators who come to your door to extort money, and the fighting power of those people is usually very poor. They are so poor that they don't even have a rifle, and they are even worse than the hunters in the town.
This is the first time that many young guards have encountered such a situation!
Looking around at the guards around him, a trace of solemnity appeared on the face of Old Walter, who was holding a hunting rifle.
Including himself, there are only 11 people in total, half of whom are the guards in the old mayor's house. The bullets fired in a year may not add up to 30 rounds.
The captain of the guard team on the side scolded his subordinates beside him.
"Where are the people? Is that all? Where are the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them disperse to the buildings outside!"
The young guard said tremblingly while holding a rifle.
"Old Charlie went to mobilize... They should be here soon."
"It's too late," Old Walter looked outside the bunker, "Those people are already here."
Snow-covered streets.
A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying rifles and short guns, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and dispersed behind the surrounding bunkers.
The two sides were two hundred meters apart and had entered the battle distance!
However, no one moved, just a tense confrontation.
At this moment, Walter's brows suddenly shrank, and he saw a black gun barrel pushed out from the corner of the street!
They actually have a gun? !
The gun barrel was about as long as a leg, probably cast, with a very thick wall, and the black muzzle emitted a creepy cold light.
Although it looked simple, no one dared to underestimate its power.
The captain of the guard on the side swallowed his saliva, and finally couldn't hold back and shouted to the opposite side.
"Who are you? What are you doing here!"
Nonsense...
Do you still need to ask such a stupid question?
Walter complained in his heart, silently loaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.
However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw a man in an animal skin coat, raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the bunker and walked out.
Old Walter narrowed his eyes.
Having watched the gate for decades, he almost recognized every face on this street.
Obviously, it was not only him who recognized the identity of the man, but also several young guards next to him, whispering quietly.
"Zhao Shu?"
"It seems... it's really him!"
"Hiss... isn't he dead? I saw his family had a funeral."
"I remember! It happened last month. It seems that when I went to the north to hunt deer, I ran into the Blood Hand Clan... The second son of the Yang family was also arrested."
"Yang Ergou?"
"Yes, yes, that guy!"
Just as the guards were discussing, Zhao Shu, who had walked forward 10 to 20 meters, stopped and shouted at the top of his voice.
"Fellow villagers, I am Zhao Shu! I am here to help you!"
"Help us?"
The captain of the guards behind the bunker smiled coldly and shouted at Zhao Shu who was standing in the snow, "Is this the way you say help us?"
Seeing the captain of the guards, Zhao Shu instinctively felt a fear.
But thinking of the dozens of soldiers who supported him and the words the manager had said to him, his eyes were rekindled, and his back, which had just bent a little, straightened up again.
Looking at his fellow villagers behind the bunker, he raised his voice and spoke loudly.
"A month ago, the second son of the Yang family and I went to the north to hunt deer. Unfortunately, we were captured by the predators of the Blood Hand Clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was dead, it was our neighbors... the people behind me who rescued me from the predators' dungeon."
The guards behind the bunker were in a commotion, and their faces were full of surprise.
Rescued from the predator's dungeon?
Does this mean that the Blood Hand Clan has been wiped out by them? !
Zhao Shu continued without pausing.
"They not only gave me food, clothes, and fuel, but also arranged a job and a place for me to live, saving me from hunger and cold. They not only accepted me, but also other prisoners who were rescued. I have no other meaning in saying this, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies-"
"Nonsense!" The captain of the guard cursed, "You are an ungrateful wolf! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wagged your tail and begged for mercy, willing to be their dog, and even pointed your fangs at your compatriots! Where is your conscience?"
Zhao Shu was angry and shouted loudly.
"Conscience? You are not ashamed to say conscience? Tell me loudly, who is the ungrateful wolf? We scavenge, hunt, and trade our lives for bargaining chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to the town every year, endure his exploitation, use the money we earn to buy the garbage he picks out, and have to be ridden on and shit by those predators outside!"
"Tell me, when I was thrown into the dungeon by the predators, where was he? He has never protected anyone, he only has himself in his eyes, and when we need him, he didn't even step out of his castle!"
"From the beginning, the vampire living in the castle was the same as the people of the Blood Hand Clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor those predators, and even helped those villains to suck our flesh and blood! Do you think I'm kidding? Just yesterday, the vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Blood Hand Clan, trying to instigate those villains to rob our neighbors!"
As he spoke, Zhao Shu took out a letter from his bosom and held it high.
"Do you want me to read it to you?"
Hearing this, Old Walter opened his eyes wide.
The young guards beside him also showed surprised expressions on their faces.
The old mayor and the people of the Blood Hand Clan are in the same group?
Really? !
Looking at the wavering eyes of the guards around him, sweat oozed from the forehead of the guard captain.
His first reaction was that these bewitching words were definitely not thought up by this country bumpkin who didn't even know the words.
Someone must have taught him to say it!
If this guy is allowed to continue talking, this battle may be lost without fighting.
As the mayor's direct descendant, he is also a vested interest. Whether right or wrong, the guard captain's position has determined that he must stand on the mayor's side.
Besides, the situation is not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beth Street.
Now the armory has been opened. As long as Old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, they may not lose the fight!
Making a quick judgment, the captain of the guard shouted loudly at Zhao Shu who had already started reading the letter.
"Fire!"
However, the gunshot did not sound, and no one responded to his order at all.
Listening to the almost flattering and flattering content in the letter, not only the young guards, but even Old Walter fell into silence, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time without saying a word.
The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes spurting anger.
He no longer waited, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the country bumpkin who was pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.
Pah!
Whoosh——
The first bullet brushed Zhao Shu's face and flew over, hitting the snow pile behind him, frightening him so much that he immediately jumped aside and hid behind the car wreckage buried in the snow.
Old Walter's face changed, and he looked at the captain of the guard team who pulled the bolt and continued to shoot in horror, and said in a lost voice.
"Are you crazy!?"
The captain of the guard team glared at him fiercely, and then glared at the guards who were cowering behind the bunker.
"Why should I be polite to the predator! If you don't want to die, just shoot me!"
Across the street, seeing the bullet marks not far away, the players were not panicked at all, but shouted excitedly.
"Boss! The other side opened fire!"
"Don't talk nonsense with them, let's do it!"
"Charge them!"
Although it was a little different from the plan, since the other side had already opened fire.
Chu Guang did not hesitate, looked at the mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.
"Fire!"
"Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave the newbie standing in the running position a look and shouted excitedly, "Waste El!"
The shooting elements had already been set, and the newbie of the power system immediately lit the fuse behind the iron cannon and covered his ears.
Bang!
Fire and white smoke sprayed, and the thunder-like shells drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Beth Street.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden gate exploded as if it was struck by lightning!
The captain of the guard who was standing behind the bunker and firing was immediately frightened and shrank back behind the bunker.
At this time, a whistle was heard from afar on the street, followed by earth-shaking shouts of killing, like rolling waves rushing towards the defensive position.
"Fire! Shoot!"
He roared and ordered the guards around him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.
The already low morale was shattered by the sound of the cannon. Hearing the sharp whistle and shouting, not to mention sticking their heads out to shoot, it was already brave not to abandon the cover and run away.
Seeing that the other guards were already scared, Old Walter couldn't help but think of what happened a long time ago.
A long time ago, when he was still young, Bette Street was looted by the Blood Hand Clan's looting team.
At that time, there were 12 guards, and they were killed by 11 people, and only two survived.
Even if the hunters in the town were successfully mobilized, what would it matter?
These people were ruthless people who even razed the Blood Hand Clan's nest. It would probably be a matter of charging to raz them.
Besides...
Old Walter just recognized the man who ordered the attack. He was the blue coat who had stayed in Bette Street for a while before and then disappeared.
If these people came out of the shelter, they wouldn't necessarily make things difficult for these poor people.
"Surrender... The reinforcements haven't arrived yet, and they probably won't come. There are only 11 of us here, and we can't be their opponents."
Old Walter put down the gun in his hand.
Looking at the captain of the guard team who turned the gun and aimed at him, he sighed and said.
"Why bother? While neither side has lost anyone, they may not treat the prisoners too badly."
The captain of the guard was pale and his fingers were shaking.
"Don't force me."
Old Walter reached out and held the barrel of his gun, without moving, looking at him seriously.
"If you must fight, then shoot."
"Many people will die today, and it's not a bad thing to walk in front."
Looking at the captain of the guard whose expression changed from fierce to stiff, and then from stiff to desperate, Old Walter breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took the rifle from his trembling hands.
"Thank you, you gave all of us a chance to live."
The guard captain's face was pale and he forced a weak smile.
"Hope."