At the east gate of the wetland park, at the junction of 76th Street and the wreckage of the viaduct, the sound of gunfire and explosions were mixed together.
The first group of people to enter the edge of 76th Street and paddled were ambushed by the mutant team before they could go any further.
The two people walking in the front were shot into hedgehogs on the spot, and the other eight people scattered and retreated, hiding behind the bunkers, and took out their weapons to fight back.
Hearing the gunshots from the front, the cattle and horse team that followed behind and came out of the park immediately rushed to support.
However, the mutant ambushers obviously also discovered them, and soon several cold arrows flew towards them.
Fang Chang, who was shot in the stomach, was dragged behind the bunker by Lao Bai.
"Fuck! If I had brought a mechanical compound bow, I would have shot these bastards to death!"
Fang Chang cursed and stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could touch the arrow shaft, Lao Bai slapped his hand away.
"What are you doing?"
Lao Bai said seriously.
"I just saw the arrows of those mutants, they all have hooks. If you insist on pulling them out, be careful not to pull out your intestines!"
Hiss...
Fang Chang took a trembling breath.
Although it didn't hurt, it still sounded scary.
Crouching behind the bunker next to him, Canyon Fleeing Mole lit a Molotov cocktail, handed it to the strength player next to him, and pointed a direction for him to throw it out.
The Molotov cocktail drew a beautiful parabola, crossing the friendly defense line and onto the mutant's position. The burning wood tar splashed everywhere, turning the wreckage of the scrapped car into a ball of fire, forcing the mutants behind to leave the bunker.
The friendly forces in front immediately seized the opportunity and opened fire, pouring at least a dozen bullets, severely crippling the mutants who left the bunker.
However, simply crippling them is useless.
The injured mutants were quickly dragged into the storefront on the side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green-skinned musclemen would solidify and scab at an incredible speed, and they would stand in front of them alive and well in a short while.
The only one with a gun in the Niu Ma team was Ye Shi. After a period of training, his shooting experience was much better than when he first touched the gun, but it was still not an easy task to hit the target at a distance of two or three hundred meters.
Especially the cold arrows thrown from the opposite side caused him a lot of trouble.
He dodged several arrows with his high perception instinct, and they almost brushed his ears, which frightened him.
If he was not careful, he would have gone back to the forum.
"Damn it! I have never fought such a disgusting opponent!" Seeing the predator who was shot but still looked fine, Ye Shi, who had finally hit it, was already cursing in anger.
The last Molotov cocktail was also used up, and the mole brother shouted at the top of his voice.
"We don't have guns, let's retreat!"
These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for Moth, but now they are all used on the mutants.
Hearing that the teammates behind were going to retreat, the one who was dragged in front of him panicked and shouted to the back.
"Fang! Don't abandon us!"
Fang Chang, who was shot and lying next to Lao Bai, cursed.
"Then why don't you give me a gun! We're going to the dungeon, what's the point of fighting without a gun!"
The Mole on the Run in the Canyon: "Where's Mosquito?! How long do you need to prepare!"
"Almost!"
Finally, he picked up his box from the corpse of his teammate. Mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the "Storm 0.5 version for single soldiers" inside.
Without time to introduce his equipment, Mosquito lit the fuse, carried the thigh-thick rocket launcher on his shoulder, aimed at the mutant closest to him, and shouted stubbornly.
"Waste Al!"
The tail flame and white smoke from the rocket filled his mouth, and a huge fist slammed straight into the abandoned bus fifty meters away, and then a ball of orange-red fire exploded.
To be honest, the power is still quite amazing!
Especially after learning the lesson of killing chickens at midnight, Mosquito replaced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead and increased the charge.
Although he did not directly hit the target he was aiming at, the flames that rolled up directly swallowed a mutant, burning him and making him scream miserably. He rolled in the snow and was robbed and killed by the players in the front row.
Fang Chang, who was hiding behind the bunker, observed the situation on the opposite side and said with a frown.
"There are at least 10 on the opposite side!"
Old White: "Why do I feel that there are at least 20!"
Fang Chang: "20 is unlikely. If there were so many, they would not have been shooting at us, but would have rushed the group in front!"
It is precisely because of the lack of numbers that the fighting style is more wretched, Fang Chang judged so.
However, even so, the situation is not optimistic.
There are 9 people in the Bull and Horse Squad, and all the equipment they carry are "anti-moth weapons", which are useless against mutants.
The 10 people on the edge of the paddling side all carry guns, but they were caught off guard at the beginning. Now only 5 people are still holding their positions, and the rest are either dead or injured, and they are seriously injured enough to lose their combat effectiveness.
The players are very tenacious. As long as their hands can move, they will not stop fighting, but the gap brought by realistic factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.
They are not facing one or two mutants.
But a whole mutant ambush team!
This team has probably been lying in ambush here for a while, waiting for them to enter the ambush circle and give them a head-on blow.
The greenhouse convoy behind is in a dilemma.
Both Fang Chang and Mole know that continuing the stalemate will definitely be dangerous.
But if they let go of their teammates and retreat, the mutants would surely charge without hesitation and eat up all the friendly troops in front.
The ammunition was almost gone, and Bianbian Huashui made up his mind, took off his VM, stuffed it into a fur bag, and threw it to Fang Chang and his group behind.
"Take my VM back! You guys retreat!"
Ye Shi reached out to pick up the bag, and said in surprise when he saw Bianbian, who was installing a bayonet on his rifle in front.
"Fuck, brother, are you crazy?! Fighting with mutants with bayonets?!"
Bianbian looked tragic, looking at the gun he had just bought, and shouted with gritted teeth.
"Let's go! Don't worry about me!"
Ye Shi said in a daze.
"No, I mean you throw the gun over here too!"
A gun costs hundreds of silver coins, which is much more valuable than a 40 silver coin VM.
Bianshi: "%#@!"
Seemingly sensing the weakening firepower of the prey in front of them, the mutants began to move forward, ready to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.
Just as the old man on the edge was cursing and preparing to throw the gun over, there was a sudden movement from the direction of the wetland park.
A familiar figure came out of the jungle.
Fang Chang, who was leaning behind the bunker, had a ray of hope in his eyes and shouted to the friendly forces in front of him.
"Reinforcements!"
"Our reinforcements are coming!"
Almost at the same time he shouted, dense gunshots accompanied by overwhelming shouts and shouts came out of the jungle.
"Kill!"
"For the Alliance!"
"For His Majesty the Administrator!"
The passionate battle cry made people's blood boil. Although almost every player shouted different slogans, this group of scattered soldiers shouted out the momentum of thousands of troops.
The fearless mutants seemed to be overwhelmed by this momentum.
However, they did not turn around and flee like the predators. Instead, the charge aroused the savagery and brutality in their veins. They roared and threw down their bows and javelins, pulled out the pitted battle axes and sticks wrapped with wire, and rushed towards the players who were rushing towards them.
These lambs to be slaughtered dared to fight with them!
The two sides soon collided with each other and started a close fight. The player at the front was thrown out by a stick, but soon more players came up with spears, turning the mutant at the front into a hedgehog.
Before charging, they threw away their VMs and completely removed the reserve and disguise of civilized people.
Everyone was ready to sacrifice, and no one was afraid even when facing a monster that was ten levels stronger than themselves.
It's okay to be timid in reality.
It's already in the game, what are you afraid of?
Three days later, he's a hero again!
Both sides were bloodthirsty, and the scene was extremely bloody for a while!
It was probably the first time for those mutants to see such brave humans. When they were hit in the face, they did not turn around and flee, but fought back and forth with them.
"Roar!!!"
Waving the stick in his hand furiously, an "elite" who was obviously more burly than other mutants blocked the axe that was chopped towards him with his muscular arms, and then swung the club casually, and smashed the man holding the axe out.
Just like playing baseball!
"Come on! You bunch of ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!"
Fuck, they really come!
Shaking off the red and white on the stick, the mutant elite looked angrily at the humans around him who ignored him and rushed up with a roar.
This is the first time!
Just then, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the crowd opposite.
The man had a shiny chest armor and steel plates all over his body. He held an absurdly large war hammer horizontally in both hands and stepped towards him with steady and firm steps.
Sensing a dangerous aura from the man, the mutant elite lowered his body slightly and clenched the hammer in his hand.
"Roar!"
With another roar, he exerted force with his feet and rushed towards the target armed like a tin can, waving the hammer.
"I'm going to smash your head!!"
Chu Guang was not panicked at all. He swung the hammer in his hand and smashed it towards the mutant.
With 16 points of power, plus the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even an ordinary hammer is enough to knock down a wall.
Not to mention, there is a layer of high-pressure nitrogen attached to its hammer surface!
"Goodbye."
The collision of flesh and blood and technology!
The nitrogen armor that was almost compressed into a solid exploded instantly, and the mutant elite was blown away before he could come to his senses. His arm and the hammer were shattered into pieces!
Falling next to a trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant elite who was still alive and kicking a second ago was dying instantly.
The hammer not only broke his arm, but also his internal organs were shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.
"The manager is awesome!"
"Go!"
"The head is mine!"
Seeing the elite monster being KOed by the NPC, the players wielding spears and axes rushed up excitedly to finish off the monster.
Holding the hammer to stabilize his body, Chu Guang looked at his dying opponent expressionlessly, but was secretly surprised in his heart.
Just at the moment of close combat, the power he felt from his wrist and the mouth of his thumb was obviously stronger than that of the "bear"!
I didn't expect that a slightly larger elite monster would have such strength!
Add to that abnormal recovery ability, no wonder his little players had such a hard time fighting!
After beheading the mutant elite, Chu Guang did not stop, and continued to hold the hammer and move forward to find the enemy, picking those who were alone.
Ordinary bows and stones hitting his breastplate were like tickling, leaving no scratches. Blunt weapons were a problem, but under the cover of the players, almost no mutants could touch him, and he was the one swinging the hammer to hit them.
After blasting the third mutant away, the last mutant was also stabbed into a hedgehog by spears and javelins under the siege of the players, and his head was chopped off by an axe.
This encounter that broke out at the entrance of Street 76 ended with the victory of Shelter 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and no one surrendered.
After the battle, Chu Guang asked Xiao Qi to use a drone to count the casualties.
The total number of players participating in the battle was 101, 15 died, and 6 were injured.
The number of mutants participating in the battle was 11, and 11 died.
After picking up the VM that was thrown on the ground, the players received the battle report sent by the administrator, and their faces showed surprised expressions.
"Damn... 101 people besieged 11, and 4 more people died than the opponent!"
"Be content, according to the official website data, the level of the mutants is at least 20, I feel it is more than that! Last time, 10 people besieged one, and 1 was killed and 1 was injured. This time, we were ambushed and wiped out the opponent. Anyway, I am content."
"It's too early to charge. You should shoot for a while before charging."
"It's meaningless. The opponents are all tanks with high health, high defense, and strong recovery ability, just like wearing a dominator. Even if you use up all the bullets and then charge, I don't think it will make much difference. On the contrary, the teammates in front may be killed, and the battle loss will be higher."
"These greenskins are too fierce. My axe was directly blown away."
"What's that? The guy we were besieging had three javelins stuck in his body, and he was still swinging a club to fight us. We finally killed him with a close-range headshot!"
"Is it reasonable not to cut him?"
"Why didn't the meat mountain bun come up?"
"The newcomers this term are too cowardly. I suggest recruiting more F players next term."
Old White, with an arrow stuck in his arm and blood all over his body, limped over with a javelin in one hand and a knife with a rolled blade in the other.
Although he was seriously injured, his face was full of excitement.
Fighting with these mutants is much more fun than chasing the predators!
Sure enough, this is called fighting.
Chasing after the bullies who are afraid of the strong can only be called a massacre.
"Master Administrator, should we pursue the victory?"
Chu Guang glanced at the wound on his body and said lightly.
"Your injuries are not light. Continuing to fight will easily cause irreversible damage. I don't want to see anyone die from serious injuries."
"Take your teammates back to the incubator to rest."
It is not realistic to pursue the victory.
These mutants did not rush into the forest to attack, but chose to ambush at the entrance of Street 76, which shows that they are not as brainless as they seem.
They are not only proficient in the art of guerrilla warfare, but also very cautious.
The reason why there is no reinforcement at this time must be that there is no spare strength for reinforcement. It is very likely that they deliberately show weakness and disperse their manpower around to set up an ambush.
If I lead people to rush up, it will definitely be another round of tragic meat grinder.
Why bother?
Three days to live, I can grind you to death.
Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang laughed, turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby players to pick up the bodies, equipment and spoils on the ground and return to the outpost.
The bodies filled several caravans, and the smell of blood could be smelled from a long distance.
Looking at the bodies on the caravans, the nomads watching at the east gate showed surprise and fear on their faces.
Of course, what surprised them the most was the expressions on the faces of those in blue coats around the caravans.
Many people had injuries of varying degrees of severity, and some were simply covered in blood, unable to tell whether it was from the enemy or their own.
However, everyone had a nonchalant expression on their faces, and even carried their weapons and talked and laughed, chatting and laughing with their comrades next to them.
These people seemed to have no idea what fear was, and regarded death as a passing cloud.
It was just like the god of war under the command of the ancestors!
Many unmarried tribal girls not only blushed, but also had wet eyes.
As the leader of the tribe, Wu Tiefu went up to the triumphant Chu Guang, looked at the blood on his armor, and asked carefully.
"Sir, are you injured?"
"The blood of the enemy."
He wiped it casually, but it couldn't be wiped off. Chu Guang was too lazy to care about it, and continued to talk to Wu Tiefu.
"There is a tribe of mutants on Street 76, with at least 30 people, and the exact number is unknown. Keep your people away from there."
"In addition, if there is any movement, report to me immediately."
"Remember not to go into battle without permission!"
Hearing that the other side was actually a mutant, Wu Tiefu looked at the blood on Chu Guang's breastplate and was extremely shocked.
He clasped his hands and respectfully accepted the order.
"Yes, sir!"-