"Awei, have you packed all your stuff? We're leaving the city soon. Think carefully, is there anything you left behind?"
At the entrance of the Stone City.
Before queuing up to leave the city, Sisi was checking the Tail VM and backpack, repeatedly confirming whether anything was left behind.
His movements and demeanor were very much like an old father.
"Oh! I've packed everything. Wait, where's Rourou?" Tail suddenly looked around alertly, keenly discovering that something was missing in the team.
Teng Teng, who was queuing in front, looked back at Sisi and Tail in surprise.
"Eh? Didn't you bring Rourou?"
Sisi subtly moved his eyes away and muttered softly.
"...It's really strange. Why is such a big bear so low in presence?"
It must be because he was too cowardly.
Zhimahu, who also forgot Rourou, blushed, and the cat ears on his head shook embarrassedly.
"I, I'll go and bring it over."
"Tail, too!"
Sisi, who had predicted Tail's movements, caught her skillfully.
"The reservoir is not far from here, so one person can go. Ah Wei, just stand in line, we'll be there soon."
"Giao!"
Rourou has been with the two-headed cow these days, and it is said that it scared the other animals in the reservoir.
We were clearly in the new map, but we couldn't explore anywhere. When we left, we were almost forgotten because of our low sense of presence.
It's so pitiful.
Sisi felt a little ashamed.
I'll treat her to some fish when we get back to the outpost.
It didn't take long to line up.
The guard at the city gate just checked the wanted poster on the wall and confirmed that no one who had committed a crime had left, so he let the group go.
Xu Shun was supposed to set out with them, but because he received a temporary mission, he separated and acted alone.
The group agreed to meet outside the city gate.
Walked out from the city gate.
Ya Ya stretched lazily, looked at the sunset hanging in the sky, and curled her lips with satisfaction.
"Finally, I'm going home!"
She had sold the KV-1 exoskeleton with welded steel plates for 200 chips.
Although it was a small loss, it was not a big problem.
Thinking of a mosquito that caused her to be stuck on the wall, Ya Ya's smiling eyes could not help but bring a hint of charming danger.
She swore.
If she didn't give that profiteer a mushroom-sized fist when she returned, her name would be written upside down!
The city gate was very lively.
There was an endless stream of merchants coming and going, mercenaries looking for work wandered around the square at the city gate, and there were also some vendors selling strange goods.
The militia set up a recruitment office at the city gate, and the team of recruits lined up from the city gate all the way into the slums.
The radio at the entrance of the slum repeatedly broadcast the treatment of conscripts: two chips a day and two meals of nutritional paste.
As long as you enlist, you will be given a gun, and ammunition will be issued when you arrive at the front line.
Ya Ya looked around curiously, and at this moment, a whistle came from the side.
Sensing the gaze falling on him, Ya Ya subconsciously turned his face.
I saw three men who looked like mercenaries, looking at me with a smile.
Seeing Ya Ya looking at this side, the mercenary leader walking in the middle whistled lightly.
"Hey, beauty."
The two people next to him also spoke.
"Alone?"
"It's not easy to do the work in the wave, why don't you follow us to the south to make a fortune."
The naked gaze made Ya Ya very unhappy.
Although I didn't fully understand what this guy was saying, I knew from his expression that he was flirting, and he was probably not a good person.
Ya Ya made a gesture to drive him away and said impatiently.
"No date, no date, go wherever it's cool."
She met a lot of people who approached her these two days, mostly mercenaries, and occasionally merchants, but none of them were to her taste.
Not to mention the unkempt appearance, the malicious eyes made her physically uncomfortable, and she almost wrote the words "very bad person" on her face.
What she is really interested in is the type of big brother who is mature, stable, sunny, handsome, polite, smart, reliable and full of justice, and not too silly, after all, she herself is a little silly sometimes.
Huh?
Thinking about it this way, the manager is simply her ideal type.
I have to say that the production company of "Wasteland OL" is really good.
It's a pity that it's a paper man.
Looking at the big-breasted beauty who completely ignored them, the three mercenaries flashed obvious annoyance on their faces.
Although they also couldn't understand which dialect she was speaking, the meaning of rejection was as obvious as the attitude of not taking them seriously.
With his eyes narrowed into a slit, the bearded man stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of threat.
"I advise you to think it over before you speak. This is not the Stone City. Once you go out of that door, it's the wasteland."
"Anything can happen in the wasteland, what do you think?"
What are these guys talking about.
Ya Ya rolled her eyes and was about to say "get lost" in human language, when the voices of her teammates came from the direction of the city gate.
Teng Teng: "Huh? Ya Ya was hit on again? Why did I say again..."
Tail said sullenly.
"Damn it, why didn't anyone hit on Tail!"
Teng Teng comforted her.
"Don't worry, I didn't..."
Si Si's eyes fell on the two ponytails, and her expression was a little subtle.
"If you hit on Teng Teng, you will probably be arrested as a criminal."
Teng Teng turned back and glared at her, showing her tiger teeth in anger.
"What the hell! Are you looking down on me?"
Sisi coughed dryly.
"No, no, I didn't express myself properly."
The three mercenaries exchanged glances, looking at the people coming from the door, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.
Especially the bearded mercenary leader standing in the middle, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
He felt a "kind" breath from these people, but it was hard to tell how strong it was, after all, there was a difference between the awakened and the awakened!
Walking up to the mercenary leader, Tail folded his hands in front of his chest and looked him up and down.
"Oh, young man, you are very brave, you dare to chat up our Crow boss."
Looking at her arms folded in front of her chest, the mercenary leader had a blank expression on his face, and sneered in his heart.
There are flaws all over the body!
He reached for the revolver at his waist like lightning, but just when his hand was halfway extended, his eyes were blurred and a gun was already against his head.
The wind blew past his ears, and a drop of cold sweat fell on the forehead of the mercenary leader.
So fast!
"I advise you not to move around. Ah Wei has learned to use a gun for less than half a year. If it goes off accidentally, I can only say sorry."
Sis, who had come around to their side at some point, pressed the PU-9 in his hand against the back of a mercenary and said calmly in non-standard human language.
"By the way, me too."
Although it was a cross-server communication, there was unexpectedly no obstacle. Sometimes simple body language makes communication more convenient.
The mercenary leader coughed dryly, raised his hands awkwardly, and slowly stepped back.
"Don't be nervous, I'll just wear a belt..."
Sis looked at him coldly.
"Get out of here."
The three mercenaries got out immediately, not daring to stay here for a second longer.
Sis put away the submachine gun and hid it under his coat.
People around whispered, looking at the group with obvious fear in their eyes.
Those who were ready to move did not dare to come up again, and only dared to watch quietly from a distance.
Feeling the gazes around, Yaya was a little nervous.
"Let's go quickly, it feels like a lot of people are watching us."
Sis nodded and looked around.
"Retreat."
"I feel something big is going to happen here."
Lister's caravan has left the city, and the white bear and the cat are also in the team.
Xu Shun, who went to do business before, should also be back.
While talking, the VMs on the arms of the people at the door vibrated at the same time.
Everyone quickly raised their arms and took a look, and saw a pop-up window on the screen.
[Announcement for the whole server: The wave is coming! ]
Seeing this pop-up window, Sis was slightly stunned and muttered softly.
"My bad mouth..."
It's only been a few seconds, and something really happened...
...
Exit of Garden Street subway station.
Carrying weapons and ammunition, the players are walking along the stopped escalator to the surface, crossing the broken streets, and marching to the south.
The sky has turned yellow, and it will be dark in an hour at most.
However, even so, the gray-green clouds can still be seen in the sky not far away.
"Didn't we agree on two weeks? It's only been a week."
"The wave is ahead of schedule."
"It's so exciting, we're going to fight again!"
The players whispered to each other, and everyone's face was excited.
The opponent this time is a different species!
That is, monsters attacking the city!
The highlight of M touch RPG!
If you miss such an exciting thing, it will be a big loss. The players who participated in the action simply took a whole day off in reality.
Walking in the team, Izuihei, who was carrying a rifle, suddenly spoke up.
"I have a bad feeling."
The battlefield atmosphere group looked at him.
"Did you find anything?"
Izuihei glanced at the leader of the team, Fountain.
"That LYB didn't wear an exoskeleton!"
"Hey, you clever little guy." The battlefield atmosphere group laughed and put his arm on his shoulder, "Don't worry, if you are scared, follow me later, I will protect you!"
Izuihei rolled his eyes and slapped his hand away.
"Get out of here, you always rush the fastest!"
The battlefield atmosphere group said indifferently: "The most dangerous place is the safest place! Although I rush fast, you see when I have ever died?"
The commander of Fountain, who was walking in the middle of the team and looking at the map, had a Sima face.
"Stop talking nonsense. Listen to my command. I will try to bring you back."
He didn't want to take this task, but others volunteered to sign up, and he was ordered to do so.
Although it's not impossible to refuse, normal people won't refuse this exclusive task issued by the NPC at the level of the camp leader, right?
With the AI simulation level of this game, refusing to perform the task will not be good and will reduce your favorability.
That's a big loss!
Not understanding the uneasiness in Brother Quanshui's heart, the battlefield atmosphere group smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"Steady!"
Quanshui: "..."
To be honest, he is not stable at all now, but panicking.
The company composed of 120 players is a death squad to put it nicely, and cannon fodder to put it bluntly.
They have only one task, which is to go to the intersection of No. 65 Street and Changling Elevated Road, block the wave advancing northward along the piers of the elevated road, and delay the wave until dawn at all costs to buy time for the rear troops to set up defense lines.
Quanshui has studied the map. Street 65 is located north of the Fifth Ring Road. The street runs east-west, with tall buildings on both sides. The iconic building is a clock tower.
Due to the disrepair of the surrounding buildings, the fallen concrete blocks filled the gaps in the buildings, making it difficult to pass through, like a natural barrier.
The 12-lane Changling Elevated Road is perpendicular to Street 65. The intersection is a relatively open area and the only passage that allows a large number of people to pass through.
As long as firepower points are deployed on the tall buildings on both sides of the viaduct and the gnawers behind the rugged obstacles are fired, the pressure on the front battlefield can be reduced.
However, this is only in theory.
Quanshui has never commanded so many people, especially half of the 120 players are newcomers.
Fortunately, the other half of the players are veterans who have participated in more than two battles, most of whom are awakened.
On the way to the battlefield, Quanshui divided the players into three infantry platoons, each with four teams of ten people, and the available communication equipment was distributed to the platoon-level combat units.
In addition to the 120 people heading to the front line, there is also a 20-man artillery team behind them, carrying 6 88mm mortars and 12 boxes of 144 shells, heading to an open area 1.2 kilometers away from them to establish an artillery position.
Because there are tall buildings everywhere, and the height is often hundreds or thousands of meters, the artillery positions can only be built on the roof.
Considering that firing artillery is a technical job, Quanshui thinks it is better not to rely too much on the support efficiency of mortars.
Maybe it takes more than a dozen shells to correct the trajectory, and any situation may happen on the battlefield.
At the same time, when the company led by Quanshui rushed to No. 65 Street to block the huge wave of waves, a logistics force composed of 200 strength players, 20 two-headed bulls and 300 NPCs was traveling back and forth between Beth Street and No. 68 Street, seizing the time to build the first line of defense against the wave.
This logistics force was led by "Knife Spare" the chief architect of Shelter No. 404.
The road conditions in the city are complicated. From the northern suburbs to the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, you can barely use two-wheeled motorcycles, but from the Fifth Ring Road to Street 68, you can only use two-headed oxen and bicycles.
Fortunately, Chu Guang had foresightedly transported the construction materials to Beth Street and stored them in the castle's warehouse, so the supply line for this battle will not be too long.
The reserve of millions of rounds of ammunition is enough to cope with a regimental-level battle.
The production capacity of the new industrial zone has been running to its limit. The average daily production capacity of 30,000 rounds of ammunition can theoretically be further squeezed to 50,000 rounds.
The old players in Yuanxi Town are on their way back. Boulder City has also been caught in the wave and is sending troops deep into the Third Ring Road to suppress the wave.
The longer this war drags on, the more beneficial it will be for Shelter No. 404!
Whether the wave can be contained at Street 65 will be the key to winning this battle!
It was getting darker.
The night enveloped the streets.
As the sun faded, more and more gnawers emerged from the shops and alleys along the street, crawling through the streets full of concrete blocks with their hands and feet, rushing towards the players heading towards Street 65.
However, beasts are beasts after all. They obviously overestimated their strength and were soon shot into sieves by the bullets, rolling into the ditch and mud pit on the roadside.
And those gnawers who were lucky enough to rush to the front also did not get any advantage when facing the players who were holding weapons and waiting seriously.
A strength player above LV5 can easily split the skull of the gnawer with an axe with 10 points of strength.
Not to mention those awakened ones!
The gnawers that rushed into the crowd were like sheep rushing into a pack of wolves. They were quickly chopped into pieces by the archers' shovels and hatchets, or simply had their heads smashed by the butts of their guns.
In the shadows, a two-meter-long, sturdy crawler climbed out of the window of a tall building nearby using all four limbs and attached itself to the wall like a monkey.
Its red eyes stared at the street, it bared its teeth, and let out a dangerous roar.
It seemed to have found an opportunity. Its feet exerted force violently, and its huge body, like a swooping eagle, slammed into the players' team fiercely.
The outstretched long arm was about to tear the people in front of it apart.
However, at this moment, a whistling sound of breaking through the air blew directly into its face.
The thrown javelin was like a cannonball, directly shooting its head.
The headless crawler was like a kite with a broken string. It fell heavily to the ground with a muffled thud, splashing cement debris and dust.
"Fuck, awesome!"
"Why are there still people carrying javelins?!"
Seeing everyone looking at him in surprise, Kakarot smiled and weighed the javelin in his hand.
"Everyone save some ammunition. There are few gnawers now. Don't use guns if you can solve them with fists."
The commander of the fountain beside him also nodded.
"That's right, everyone try not to waste bullets. There is still a tough battle to fight later!"
Passed through three blocks in a row.
There were countless battles of all sizes along the way. Although some ammunition was wasted, fortunately there were no casualties.
The iconic clock tower came into view, and in front was Street 65!
Looking at the quiet street ahead, the commander of the fountain breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a little.
The wave hasn't arrived yet!
They came at the right time!
Without any delay, the commander of the fountain immediately walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly to all the players.
"Class A, go forward to lay the barbed wire, and use the engineer shovel to clear the bunkers on the road as much as possible! Move out as much concrete blocks as possible in the pit, dig as deep as possible where you can dig, and don't waste time on places that are obviously impossible to dig!"
"Class B is responsible for the housing area on the left, and Class C is responsible for the right. I need you to deploy firepower points along the street to cover every inch of the battlefield!"
"We only have three hours left... If we hurry, we will encounter the first wave of gnawers before 10 o'clock!"
"Everyone, move!"
In response to him, there were roars of high morale. Although this attracted many gnawers, it was not a bad thing.
It is better to solve the problem before the war than to spend energy to deal with these "stragglers" wandering on the battlefield after the battle starts.
Leading the players of Class B to move to the left side of the battlefield, Kakarot assigned tasks to each team, cleared the gnawers in several key buildings, and personally brought several machine gunners upstairs.
The support weapons assigned to Class B include two water-cooled Maxim heavy machine guns, which were copied from the No. 81 Steel Plant, weighing 25 kilograms and firing 7mm full-power rifle bullets. Each machine gun is equipped with 6 ammunition boxes, totaling 1,500 rounds of ammunition.
In addition, there are 12 20mm "cavalry lance" anti-tank rifles and 2 37mm "heavy cavalry lances" newly developed and put into production by the No. 81 Steel Plant.
If the former can barely be considered a gun, the latter has obviously reached the scope of a cannon.
If the fixed bracket is not installed, I am afraid that only the awakened of the power system can control it.
The two water-cooled Maxims were deployed at the best view position on the third floor. Carrying the 37mm heavy cavalry lance, Kakarot took out the telescope and looked in the south.
The shattered Changling viaduct collapsed into several sections, some of which were hundreds of meters long, and some were only left with bridge piers. Looking around, they looked like isolated islands in the city.
The farther away was completely blocked by thick fog. Kakarot put away the telescope and signaled the team members to put on gas masks.
Not far away, the brothers of Class A had already put up a circle of barbed wire to block several branches on both sides of the viaduct.
Although those wires might not be able to help the gnawers move forward, it should be able to restrict their movement direction.
The physical player with the ID [Broken Leg Kevin], who was holding the machine gun with both hands, couldn't help but ask a question.
"How many monsters are there ahead..."
Ten Punch Man: "I don't know... The intelligence says there are 100,000, maybe more, or less. With such a thick fog, we can only estimate how many there are. I don't know exactly how many there are."
Grave Ghost Catcher: "Do we have 100,000 bullets?"
Kakarot was silent for a while and answered in an uncertain tone.
"Maybe there are... The logistics department promised to do their best to deliver the ammunition to us, but if not..."
He patted the hatchet on his waist.
"Use this."
According to the plan made in advance.
If Class A fails, Class B will fill in from the left wing of the position to the front of the battlefield.
If Class B also fails, then Class C will take over.
The exact number of the upcoming gnawers is impossible to calculate.
When a large group of fruiting bodies gather together, the gray-green spore cloud is like a cloud of entities, and you can't see what's inside at all.
Simple fortifications are deployed.
Class A retreated to the position.
The gray-green fog is approaching, and it is obvious that the humans blocking the way have been discovered. The pace of those gnawers has obviously accelerated, so the ones in front have even started running.
The decayed roar and the creaking sound of the soles of the feet stepping on the gravel are coming from the fog!
The fountain commander, who is rarely standing on the front line of the battlefield, wearing only cheap equipment, holding a sickle assault rifle in his hand, shouted loudly to the players on the position.
"Brothers!"
"The wave is approaching!"
"We need to hold on for at least twelve hours and do everything we can to stop the wave from continuing to move north! Buy time for the brothers who are building positions in the rear!"
"We may not be able to bring back experience, but the glory will be with me!"
"Everyone"
"Fire!"
Da da da!
The black barrels spewed flames.
The first to fire were six water-cooled Maxims scattered on the left, middle and right positions.
The projectiles were like raindrops, crossing the obstacles under the viaduct, weaving a net on the fragmented positions, and completely tearing the night apart!
Facing the sudden outbreak of steel rain, the gnawers who rushed to the front fell down in an instant like cutting wheat.
Flesh and blood collided with gunpowder!
The gnawers moved forward without fear of death, the aliens in front fell down, and the aliens behind stepped on the corpses in front and continued to move forward.
In just a few minutes, the ground was full of broken branches and arms, and there was no complete corpse to be found, just like meat paste rolling out of a meat grinder.
The dense charge was quickly disintegrated.
The few fish that escaped the net were shot and killed by the players of Class A, and there was no need to waste ammunition with machine guns.
The barrel of the machine gun was smoking, and Kevin, who was lying on the window of the third floor, loosened his index finger that was holding the trigger and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's easier than I thought!"
The predators at least knew to hide, or crawl forward on the ground, and throw smoke bombs for cover.
However, these gnawers seemed to have no concept of death at all, and they rushed more bravely than clones.
However, in the face of the firepower of the heavy machine gun, this bravery was no different from suicide!
On the position of Class A.
The battlefield atmosphere group that shot the last gnawer pressed down the raised muzzle.
"The wave seems to have stopped."
The gunfire stopped, and the whole street was terribly silent.
Looking ahead with a solemn look, the fountain commander nodded slowly.
"The bad news is that the fortifications we spent two hours preparing before are basically all gone."
I swallowed my saliva: "That's your illusion... They are still moving forward, I can sense their existence, and there is something terrible."
The battlefield atmosphere team patted him on the shoulder and smiled without any fear.
"Don't scare yourself, just do it!"
At this time, a newcomer next to him suddenly asked.
"Speaking of which, why don't those gnawers come together? Instead, they come in waves?"
Another player also frowned.
"Yes... It only rushed for 10 minutes and stopped."
Not as durable as him.
The fountain commander standing in the position said calmly.
"With tens of thousands of units crowded together, the speed of advancement will be slowed down. It is especially taboo to step on the back foot. If one person falls, the back will immediately fall into chaos. When the width of the battlefield is limited, advancing in stages is the most efficient choice."
"Although these gnawers are a little dull, they are not stupid... There must be something directing them!"
Looking at the barbed wire covered with flesh and blood, and the increasingly thick fog in front, Quanshui couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
The previous wave of alien species not only did not see the tyrant, but also the crawler.
Use cannon fodder to explore the way, and the large army will follow...
Are these alien species really just the fruiting bodies of slime mold?
The silence lasted for ten minutes.
At this moment, a sharp scream suddenly came from the gray-green fog.
Everyone's heart tightened, and their index fingers were on the trigger at the same time.
My darkest heart was raised to my throat, and a strong sense of crisis surged in my heart.
Here it comes!