After the battle.
Chu Guang asked people to count the casualties.
There were 37 guards stationed at Changjiu Farm, 25 of whom died, 4 were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.
There were a total of 221 players participating in the battle, but only half of them actually met the enemy. Many reinforcements from the outpost base had just arrived at the battlefield when the previous battle was over.
Except for the 4 people who died in the melee and the 2 who were seriously injured, the rest were slightly injured. Even if the motion sickness was counted, there were less than 10 people.
Since there was no irreversible damage, the injured players just needed to lie in the incubator of the refuge for a while, which was not a big problem.
As for the predators, although they were unstoppable at the beginning, they were quickly pressed to the ground as the players joined the battlefield.
A total of 107 people were annihilated, 40 of whom were killed by mosquito cannons. When the edge paddling and leading people to search over, only one was still half alive. Because the scene was too hideous, the old man on the edge couldn't bear to watch it, so he killed him.
In addition, there were more than 40 people, half of whom were seriously injured and more than 40% were slightly injured.
It was not a righteous act to massacre those who gave up resistance. Wrench did not execute these prisoners, but this did not mean forgiveness.
It was too easy for them to die.
They should repent with labor in the ice and snow, and cultivate the wasteland north of Linghu until they paid for their sins or died.
Because there were not enough cells, everyone was stuffed into a warehouse, which was so small that there was no place to lie down, and it was pitch dark.
There were no medicines or even bandages for bandaging. Some seriously injured prisoners soon died, and even if the others were still alive, it would be difficult for them to survive tonight.
...
On the other side, the guard's station.
In the room where the wounded were placed.
The boy with a bandage on his stomach was lying on his back on a stretcher, weak and with only half a breath left.
He was shot at least twice in the stomach, and there was a shrapnel embedded in his shoulder.
With such serious injuries, in a wasteland with backward medical conditions, he could basically be diagnosed with death.
He didn't feel too sad. He thought he would die when he picked up the gun, but he didn't expect that day to come so soon.
If there was any regret, it was probably that he didn't drink the hot soup that night.
I really want to know what it tastes like...
Just when he felt a little sleepy, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.
"Lv Bei!"
Trying to open his eyes a little, Lv Bei saw a boy with a bandage on his arm running towards him.
"...Xu Shun?"
"Lv Bei! Great, you're still alive!"
Lv Bei smiled weakly and was about to say something, but saw Xu Shun hurriedly took out a needle and then stabbed him in the arm.
There was no tingling feeling.
Lv Bei even doubted whether there was a needle.
Looking at his relieved friend, he hesitated for a moment and said.
"What is this?"
"Therapeutic needle! It was given to us by the administrator. It is said that as long as there is half a breath left, he can be saved!"
Xu Shun smiled and continued with a sense of relief.
"Finally I made it! I thought it was too late!"
Therapeutic needle?
Lv Bei was stunned.
Can that thing work?
Just as he was thinking this, the wounds on his stomach and shoulders were like ten thousand ants crawling over, itching so much that people couldn't help but want to scratch them.
The pain began to return.
This is a good thing.
Lv Bei gradually felt that his cold body seemed to be warming up, and his originally trance consciousness gradually became clear.
His eyes widened, full of disbelief.
It really works? !
It's amazing!
Looking at Lv Bei who was gradually recovering, Xu Shun reached out to hold his arm and said excitedly.
"Brother, do you feel better?"
Lv Bei nodded.
"Much better... but the shrapnel in my shoulder has not been removed yet."
Xu Shun said.
"You are too weak now to have surgery. I am afraid that the shrapnel will have to wait for a while before it can be removed."
At this point, he sighed.
"Alas, it is a pity that the dumpling soup is all mushy, but it tastes good after heating it up. Do you feel like you can eat something now? If you can, I will go get you a bowl."
When Lu Bei heard that there was food, he immediately became energetic and reached out to hold the bed board.
"Let's go together."
"Go together?"
Before Xu Shun could react, he was surprised to see that his good brother, who was only half alive a few minutes ago, actually sat up from the bed.
Touching his stomach, Lu Bei smiled and said.
"I am not sure, but I feel much better... Look, there is nothing wrong now."
As he said that, he jumped off the bed and urged his friend.
"Hurry up, it will be cold if you wait any longer!"
Not only Lu Bei recovered, but the other three seriously injured guards also recovered with the help of treatment.
However, although the treatment needle can speed up recovery, it cannot regenerate broken limbs, nor can it restore the burned skin to the same as before.
Lu Bei is probably the luckiest one, as the two bullets did not hit the vital parts.
If it was a little lower or a little higher, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life in regret.
"Have all the medicines been distributed?"
Standing at the door of the guard's station, Chu Guang found Wrench who was directing the aftermath.
This guy is also a ruthless person. The polymer bulletproof plate hanging in front of the "Type 5" exoskeleton has been completely broken, and his left arm and right leg were shot respectively, but he relied on the exoskeleton to drive and fight tenaciously to the end.
Unlike players.
They do not have a weakened sense of pain.
They do not have a second life.
This bravery deserves at least a silver medal!
"It has been issued..." Noticing the manager's gaze on his chest, Wrench looked down and looked a little ashamed, "Sorry, I broke the equipment you gave me."
Chu Guang looked at him and said.
"Raise your head, you have done a good job. The equipment can be repaired if it is broken, and it can be replaced with a new one if it cannot be repaired, but there is only one life, and I hope you can regard the latter as more important than the former."
Four treatment needles, two boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs, and more than ten boxes of hemostatic bandages.
Chu Guang used to dislike the useless intermediate blind box, but this time it came in handy.
However, this wave of consumption almost emptied his medicine reserves.
The war is imminent.
It seems that the points have accumulated to 120 points. This time I will throw them on the intermediate blind box when I go back.
A touch of emotion appeared on Wrench's face.
He knew how expensive the exoskeleton was after seeing it in the store.
Raising his head, he said in a sonorous voice.
"Yes, sir!"
Chu Guang looked at him and nodded approvingly.
"I'll have someone make you a steel breastplate later."
"Now, take me to see the wounded."
"Yes!" Wrench nodded excitedly and walked ahead.
Just as the two walked towards the guard's station, a young man slipped out of the station.
The north wind was blowing outside, and Lu Bei tightened his coat with many holes on his body and walked to the north.
A big battle had just broken out here. The ground was full of trampled snow and mud mixed with blood. The shocking footprints were hard on the ground and had not yet completely frozen.
Several guards who came to reinforce stood on duty nearby, supervising several prisoners of war to drag the bodies to the open space and line them up.
The bodies were easy to identify. The guards were all wearing black coats, and the looters were mostly wearing ugly furs.
The bodies of the guards were covered with cloth or something else.
The bodies of the looters were lying on their backs, and a truck would tow them away in a while.
Corpses will attract carrion-eating aliens and are more likely to bring plague, so they must be disposed of in time.
Noticing the boy wrapped in a coat, a guard walked up and urged him to leave.
"Hey, what are you hanging around here for? Go back quickly, be careful not to freeze your wounds."
Lv Bei muttered softly.
"I'll go back later, I'll find someone."
Looking at the expression on his face, the guard was stunned.
After a moment of silence, he nodded.
"Then hurry up."
"Thank you!"
After nodding his head in thanks, Lv Bei immediately trotted in. After searching in the pile of dead bodies for a while, he finally found the person he was looking for.
His breathing paused slightly.
His trembling fingers lifted the sackcloth.
After taking a look at the frosted wrinkles and eyebrows, Lv Bei's Adam's apple moved, and this time he finally believed what his comrades said to him.
After a long silence, Lv Bei silently took out a still-hot lunch box from his arms and placed it next to the old man's face.
"...The captain told me that this requires more courage than facing the claws of death."
"He also said that thanks to you, we responded in the first place, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
"He said that our enemies are much stronger than the bloody hands, and it is a proud thing to defeat them. We not only defeated our enemies, but also our past."
"The captain said a lot more, but I can't remember them. I just remember that the dumpling soup is quite delicious, especially when it was just scooped out of the pot. After a mouthful, the whole body is warm..."
"...I put it here."
Lv Bei was about to get up when he suddenly saw the whistle bitten on the cracked lips.
After a moment of silence, Lv Bei reached out and gently pulled the whistle bitten by his teeth and took it out of his mouth.
He found a pocket without holes on his scarred coat and carefully put it in for safekeeping.
"Thank you."
"I'll keep it for you."
After whispering, the boy covered him with a cloth, stood up, saluted, and walked away in the direction of the guard station...
...
Official website:
[Announcement for the whole server: The emergency mission is over. Thank you everyone, you have thwarted the raider's raid, and the victory belongs to you! ]
[Announcement for the whole server: All players who responded to the mobilization will receive a bronze gear medal, and the team with the highest score will receive a silver gear medal. ]
[Battle rewards will be settled later, I wish you all a happy holiday. ]
For the natives of the wasteland, the price of any victory is heavy.
But for players who do not belong to this world, this is just a game after all.
After taking off their helmets, they still have to eat the dumplings they haven't finished, or reheat the cold takeout, and there may be unfinished work to do later.
Chu Guang pondered for a long time, but finally did not write his heavy mood in the announcement.
Today is New Year's Day.
There is a funeral at dawn.
The battle report can be posted tomorrow.
Things outside the main line can be written in the official website's setting collection, or put in the game as Easter eggs for players to discover themselves.
They have done a good job.
Human nature should not be tortured by dog planners.
Forum:
Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "Brothers, how is the situation on the front line? Is the team battle over?"
Lao Bai: "It was a lonely fight. When we rushed over from the outpost, the battle in front was already over."
Tail: "Tail was the first to go! This time he is definitely the MVP! (｀?′)Ψ"
WC Really Mosquito: "Don't think about it, the MVP must be me, I killed four teams by myself! (grin)"
Tail: "!!!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "What the hell?!"
Night Ten: "What the hell! Are you cheating?!"
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "If you don't understand, just ask, how many people are there in the four teams?"
Kuangfeng: "Plunderers are usually a team of ten..."
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "Awesome!"
Quit Smoking: "Damn, so strong?!"
Irena: "Okay, okay, goblin technology is rising strongly. (Funny)"
Yaer I want to go to the toilet: "What the hell is so awesome! The cannon is ours! (turning the table)"
Ye Ao Nai Wo He: "Laugh, that's it? It's less than a company in total. My uncle's regiment, the weakest cook has a hundred lives. There are only forty, not even rookies."
Irena: "Brother, although we are a hacker forum, you can't believe what I said. (Funny)"
Ye Shi: "If you don't understand, just ask, your uncle is Hailding? (Funny)"
...
The funeral of the fallen guards was held in the early morning of the next day.
All the guards lined up at the north gate, fired three shots into the sky, and then transported the bodies of the dead onto the truck.
In the wasteland, burying in the soil is equivalent to sending food to alien species. Many alien species have the habit of digging in the soil and digging holes.
If they can choose, almost no one will choose burial.
Most of the guards wanted to go to the iron furnace like the blue coats who had helped them.
Some wanted to be cremated and have their ashes scattered in the lake, on a tall building, or in the places they had fought and defended.
No one knew their last wishes better than their comrades, and those who survived would do those "afterwards" for them.
He stayed at the funeral until the end.
Before leaving, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that several players were watching from a distance and stayed until the end like him.
Don't talk nonsense: "By the way... Can't the NPCs in this game be refreshed after they die?"
Makabazi: "It should be. I remember that it seems that if they die, they will be gone, but there will be others to take over their positions."
Don't talk nonsense sighed.
"Ah..."
Makabazi glanced at him.
"What's wrong, brother? You're e-mousing so early in the morning?"
Shao Chea Du Zi: "Nothing... I just counted and found one person missing."
Ma Ka Ba Zi was surprised: "Hey, you can still remember their faces?"
He is face-blind, and there are not many faces he can remember in real life, let alone games with filters.
The only ones he can remember are probably Xiao Yu and Boss Xia, and at most Luca.
Oh, yes, and the respected manager.
However, the manager doesn't always show his face, so remembering his face is not very meaningful. The dark blue power armor is more representative.
Shao Chea Du Zi sighed and said.
"No, I only remember a few. For example, the old man, he would go to the lake to watch us fishing every weekend. I knew he was a fellow fisherman when I saw his expression, so I recommended the fishing rod to him at that time, and taught him to catch leeches with a bottle..."
Ma Ka Ba Zi was stunned.
"Ah, this... is there a hidden mission?"
"No."
Stop talking nonsense and shook his head, sighing for the third time.
"Although it's meaningless, it's also quite interesting."
"And when I think about the fact that the fishing friend won't come again, it's still a bit lonely..."