The piercing scream pierced through the gray-green fog, and after a muffled thud, a black shadow hit the concrete pile.
The nearby player immediately aimed his gun at the black shadow.
However, before he could see clearly what it was, he heard a bang, and the black shadow instantly exploded into pieces, and black mucus and charred meat splashed.
The stench was stuck on the gas mask.
The player ducked to dodge, cursing.
"Fuck!"
"Martyr!"
Fortunately, it was far away, so there were no casualties.
However, at this moment, the shrill cry sounded again, and dozens of black shadows in the thick fog drew parabolas and hit the players' positions.
Explosions sounded one after another, gray-green smoke flashed on the position, and black mucus and meat splashed.
Although the damage was not high, the range was not large, and the accuracy was not good, after a certain number of them were formed, they still caused a lot of trouble to the players.
One player was killed on the spot, and four others were injured to varying degrees.
The battlefield atmosphere team was shocked and said subconsciously.
"Fuck! Did they throw the martyr as a grenade?!"
That thing must weigh at least 20 to 30 kilograms? !
To be able to throw this thing so far, the arm strength must be great!
The commander of the fountain immediately made a decision and ordered.
"Class A, pay attention to hiding!"
"Class B, fire high-explosive bombs!"
There were bangs on the left side.
Twelve 20mm high-explosive bombs penetrated the gray-green fog, exploding an orange-yellow flame.
Although there was no vision, it was still possible to predict the trajectory of the parabola.
The attack seemed to work, and the number of martyrs flying in the sky suddenly decreased by half.
Then came the second and third rounds of volleys. The sound of explosions continued to come from the thick fog, and was even accompanied by the sound of a few martyrs exploding from time to time.
There were casualties on the alien positions.
Some were killed by high-explosive bombs, and many were killed by their own people.
The commander of the fountain standing on the front line was delighted. He could feel with his naked eyes that after these rounds of volleys, the offensive of the aliens had obviously weakened!
As if realizing that it would be over sooner or later, the aliens in the thick fog no longer hesitated and began to continue to attack the players' positions.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, a group of sturdy monsters rushed out of the thick fog with heavy steps.
They were two meters and five meters long, with fat bellies swinging left and right, and their necks seemed to be connected to their chins. From a distance, they looked like piles of walking meat, like trolls in a fantasy world.
This kind of monster has never been seen in the northern suburbs, and the players squatting behind the concrete stones were shocked.
"Fuck, what kind of alien is this?"
"I haven't seen it in the official website illustrations."
"Alien version of mutant?!"
"Warhammer Ogre?!"
"I think it looks a bit like the tank in Left 4 Dead..."
"The muscles are replaced with fat meat."
Behind the fat men running wildly with their bellies and arms swinging, the gnawers are like little ghosts following them.
Wow.
Infantry and tank coordination have been figured out?
Although the players were surprised, they were not distracted by it. Now they were fighting in a group, and there was no time for idle chatter.
After entering the shooting range, the heavy machine guns deployed on the houses on both sides opened fire first, venting fierce firepower at the running aliens.
Then the players in Class A also pulled the trigger and fired at the aliens rushing up.
Compared to the tyrants covered in keratin armor, these running big bellies have thick blood but low defense. The 7mm full-power rifle bullets may penetrate the gnawers, but they are just right for them.
On the fat pieces of meat, strings of black blood mist burst out, and the cavities created by the rolling shrapnel in their bodies directly blew off their limbs.
And the gnawers gathered around them also suffered heavy casualties in the face of machine gun fire. Occasionally, a few high-explosive shells hit them, leaving a lot of broken limbs and arms, and they fell down instantly!
A few big bellies led the gnawers to the edge of the A-class position, but they soon found that the cruel battle had just begun.
The players in the front row decisively stopped firing, picked up the spears, hatchets, and even sticks and shovels wrapped with wire on the ground, and greeted these alien heads.
The players in the back row continued to fire in support to reduce the pressure from the front for the players in the front row.
Those standing in front are all veteran players. They have experienced multiple versions. Not only are their panel data much stronger than ordinary people, but they also have rich combat experience. It is not too easy to deal with these alien species.
Even if they face three or even four gnawers at the same time, they can easily deal with them without losing the upper hand.
The fierce battle lasted for an hour.
Under the crossfire of the buildings on both sides, the second wave of the wave's offensive finally began to gradually weaken. In the end, only a few gnawers and "fat men" were still attacking the players' positions.
However, it was already the last gasp!
The battlefield atmosphere group swung the engineer shovel in their hands and easily split the skull of a gnawer. While kicking it down with their feet, they pulled out the shovel.
Two more gnawers rushed up next to him. He was not panicked at all. He poked and cut, and cleanly cut off the heads of the two gnawers.
Black blood splashed all over.
The battlefield atmosphere group raised his arm, rubbed the black blood on the gas mask, turned back and smiled at me, the darkest.
"This thing is so useful!"
My most dark was struggling to pull the bayonet out of the gnawer, panting.
"MMP, how many waves of offensive will there be from the other side?"
"I don't know, maybe it will last all night."
"Fuck?" My most dark was shocked, "Then it will be dark again in reality?!"
"What are you afraid of? Anyway, you have only lived for a few hours."
Hanging the engineer shovel on his waist, the old battlefield squinted his eyes at the front.
What is one night?
Get rid of the "anti-addiction mechanism", he can fight all day!
The wave of offensives paused for a while, and only sporadic gunfire remained on the battlefield.
The players were a little tired, but the morale was still high.
So far, except for the five deaths and ten injuries in Class A, Class B and Class C are almost in full condition!
At this time, good news came from the rear.
More than 20 new players came running from the street behind carrying boxes of ammunition.
"Ammunition! Ammunition is coming!"
The news of the supply delivery made many players feel relieved.
In the previous two rounds of attacks, there were at least five or six thousand alien species that attacked. Even if everyone was saving bullets, they still consumed a lot.
When they set out, most players only carried six magazines, and now many of them only have one magazine left.
This batch of ammunition came at the right time!
Quanshui had no time to rest, and immediately asked the players in the team to divide 14 boxes of ammunition and send them to the B and C squads on the two sides.
That was the fulcrum of firepower.
The remaining 6 boxes of ammunition were distributed to the brothers in Class A.
There were about 1,000 to 1,100 bullets in an ammunition box. In addition to the 2,000 bullets sent to the two machine guns, the remaining 35 players could only get about 110 bullets each.
"Why is it so little?" asked the spring with a frown.
Silver Hand, who was in charge of delivering ammunition, said helplessly.
"I would like to send more, but the ammunition must be sent from the rear to the front. This is all the inventory of Street 68, and the manager has asked us to send it all."
Spring nodded and continued to ask.
"How is your fortification going?"
Before Silver Hand spoke, Silver Sword next to him interrupted and said, "One third of the construction progress has been completed! We piled up concrete blocks into roadblocks, pulled up barbed wire on the street, and organized large-scale alien wooden stakes to advance."
"The residents of Bette Street and the serfs of Brown Farm have all been mobilized, and other players have joined in continuously. It feels like at least a thousand people have been mobilized!"
"It may be done before morning!"
The northern suburbs have reached a critical moment of life and death, and no one dares to take it lightly.
Hearing that one third of the fortifications had been built, the commander of the fountain slowly breathed a sigh of relief. After a pause, he walked in front of the crowd and looked around at the players who were delivering supplies.
"Who among you can use a gun?"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and twenty hands raised at the same time.
"Me, me, me!"
"I can! I'm very good at FPS games!"
"I've played at the shooting range!"
The commander of the fountain: "..."
It's really 100% new.
However, now is not the time to be picky.
After selecting five players who looked reliable to stay, the fountain gave them the guns of the dead players, taught them to shoot, and then reminded them.
"Remember to fire only when you see a monster!"
"Also, don't point the muzzle at your own people."
Holding the rifle in his hand, the father of silver said excitedly.
"Okay, brother!"
As he was talking, the gray-green fog suddenly shrank, and then expanded rapidly.
Just like breathing!
The players standing on the battlefield finished their rest and looked at the gray-green fog with full vigilance.
At this time, a series of muffled sounds hit the ground, the cracked concrete road surface trembled faintly, and stones kept falling from the buildings.
Everyone was on edge.
At this moment, a dull long whistle, like the sound of a train whistle, echoed in the fragmented ruins.
A huge foot as thick as a bridge pier stepped heavily on the concrete ground, followed by a huge head, emerging from the thick fog.
"Fuck... What the hell is that?!"
My darkest eyes widened, and the bulging eyeballs wanted to be moved out of the eye sockets, staring at the front.
He felt that he had eaten more shocks today than in the past week.
Not only him, but the other players around him were the same, with surprise and disbelief written on their faces.
Countless pieces of meat piled up into a five-story high hill, rotten skin crawled from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and the ugly face was covered with mud-like hyphae and mucus.
It had no facial features on its head, only a rotten mouth, and there was a larger mouth on its belly that kept opening and closing, emitting an ominous gray-green color.
From time to time, alien species such as gnawers fell out of that bloody mouth, and then staggered to stand up from the ground.
The commander of the spring water shrank his eyes instantly, and put his hand on the microphone beside his ear and shouted.
"Attention, all teams, the boss appears!"
"B squad and C squad open fire! Armor-piercing incendiary bombs! Three rounds of salvo!"
"Suppress it!"
The stitched behemoth blocked the firepower network like a wall, and behind it were groups of alien species. If this guy is allowed to get close to the position, the consequences will be disastrous!
A uniform response came from the communication channel.
"Got it!"
Guns and cannons roared, and 24 anti-tank rifles sprayed thick flames!
Armor-piercing incendiary bombs streaked orange-yellow trajectories in the air, heading straight for the giant beast made of flesh and blood!
Facing the players' concentrated fire, the stitched giant beast opened its two mouths, one large and one small, and let out a dull roar from its throat buried in fat.
The aliens gathered around him began to speed up and run forward.
The third round of the offensive officially kicked off!
"MMP! This wave of SS has too much HP!"
His shoulder was hurt by the shock.
Kakarot, who placed the 37mm heavy machine gun on the ground, cursed and put another armor-piercing incendiary bullet into the barrel, then pulled the bolt heavily.
Bang!
The huge recoil even shook the dust on the ground.
However, the shell hit the meat mountain, and it was still like a needle poking on cotton, without any reaction.
Completely ignoring the firepower focused on himself, the giant made of flesh and blood still walked forward steadily.
Crouching at the forefront of the battle line, the battlefield atmosphere group shouted anxiously behind them.
"Fuck, Quanshui, think of a way!"
"Shut up, I'm thinking!"
Quanshui's head turned quickly, staring at the 5-story meat mountain.
He saw with his own eyes that guy's head was hit by at least six armor-piercing burning bullets. Logically, his brain should have been scorched.
Unless...
The head is not its weakness at all? !
There was no time to hesitate, and he immediately gave the order.
"Machine gunners and anti-tank riflemen, pay attention! Don't waste bullets on that pile of meat!"
"Get rid of those crawlers!"
"All 37mm heavy cavalry rifles! Focus on its left leg with armor-piercing bullets! Shoot at the joint!"
It doesn't matter if you can't kill it.
At least make it stop!
The attack seemed to work.
The heavy firepower weapons deployed on the high-rise buildings on both sides output crazily. The giant, whose left knee was hit by several armor-piercing bullets, tilted his body, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.
The rolling dust was lifted, and the air wave at the bottom even rolled up the surrounding spore cloud. Countless gnawers and even crawlers were crushed by the huge body.
Machine gun bullets passed over its corpse, madly harvesting the aliens behind it.
Anti-tank rifles continued to fire, aiming at the crawlers and tyrants, preventing high-threat targets from approaching the position.
The battle situation became tense for a while.
At this moment, the commander of the fountain suddenly heard a voice like heavenly music from the communication channel.
"Support firepower is in place!"
"Hold on!"
At the same time as the voice fell, a series of bangs came from the distance.
Several white phosphorus bombs rose into the sky, and the dazzling white light lit up the night.
Under the irradiation of the strong light, the movements of the gnawer were obviously stiff, and the speed of advancement also slowed down by half a beat.
The stitched behemoth lying on the ground struggled to get up, but at this moment, four arcs of lightning flashed across the sky.
Many players saw the abnormality in the sky, raised their heads, and showed surprised expressions on their faces.
"Look at the sky!"
"Plane?!"
Two long shuttle-shaped planes flew one after the other, with plasma engines on both sides of the wings spraying arcs of fire, whizzing through the sky above Qingquan City like a meteor.
12 black warheads were dropped from the bellies of the two planes, starting from the stitched giant beast crawling on the ground, and swept towards the rear.
Boom!
In an instant, flames shot up into the sky.
The shock wave of the explosion filled the entire street, and the boiling flames instantly engulfed all the alien species on the street.
The boiling heat wave even blew to the players' positions, scorching the corpses of the gnawers on the ground.
"That is..."
Staring blankly at the sea of fire in front of him, the commander of the spring swallowed his saliva.
"Plane from Boulder City?"
So strong!
If only the shelter had such strong firepower!
The flames of the incendiary bombs created a vacuum zone. After struggling for a while, the giant beast with flames all over its body soon lay on the ground and became motionless.
The spore cloud was replaced by thick smoke, and the whole street was filled with the smell of burning, which could be smelled from the artillery positions far away.
Cheers of victory rang out around, and players shouted "Awesome" and "666".
"Thanks to the planner dad for sending the rocket!"
"Oh my god... this power is too strong!"
"How many people were killed in this wave?"
"At least two or three thousand... four or five thousand is not impossible."
Because of their blocking, the wave pressed very densely in front of the position. This wave of air strikes even washed away the spore clouds released by the fruiting bodies.
But Quanshui was still a little confused.
Where did this air strike come from?
…
In the temporary command post several kilometers away, Chu Guang, wearing a power armor, stared at the screen and breathed a sigh of relief
"Finally caught up."
Before, he instructed Xu Shun to buy support from the militia in Boulder City.
12 incendiary bombs are worth 60,000 chips in total. If there are more than 6, there is no delivery fee within Qingquan City.
Good quality and low price.
In fact, Chu Guang originally planned to hire mercenaries to help fight, but the distance from Boulder City to Street 65 is too far, and the cost-effectiveness is not high.
So he simply changed his mind and used the contact information collected from the radio to directly rent the militia's plane and purchase a wave of air strikes.
Now it seems.
The money was worth it.
As for where the chips came from?
Of course he couldn't afford so many, but he could borrow from Lister.
Lister's battery factory and exoskeleton factory have just opened, and he is now tied to the chariot of Shelter No. 404.
Moreover, Chu Guang's reputation is still good, and there are a large number of spiritual leaves in the warehouse. Lister is not worried that he can't pay back the money. Instead, he hopes that he can borrow more.
"The troops on the front line should be able to take a breath."
Sporadic flames burned on the front-line positions.
The backlog of corpses piled up into small hills.
From time to time, the sound of mortars came from the distance, and 88mm high-explosive shells fell in the gray-green fog in the distance, leaving a track covered by artillery fire with the slow-moving barrage.
The boss has been licked by the air strike.
Only a few fish that slipped through the net were left, still struggling on the ground full of corpses.
"... Is it over?"
Quanshui slowly relaxed in his heart. Perhaps he thought the problem was too complicated. This blocking battle might not be as difficult as he imagined.
There are still five or six hours before dawn, and they have caused one-tenth of casualties to the aliens.
However, at this moment, there was a burst of gunfire from the position on the right. Quanshui looked at the building not far away, but only saw a few flickering flames in the darkness.
A hurried voice came from the communication channel.
"The left position encountered a large number of creepers!"
"We are here too! The right position was attacked!"
"Damn it! Where did these dogs come from?!"
The sound of rifle fire and the shrill screams of creepers came from the communication channel. The players stationed there engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the aliens that broke into the building.
From the sound, it was obvious that there was more than one!
A drop of cold sweat crossed Quanshui's forehead.
Just when he was about to send people to support the positions on both sides, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the thick fog in the heavy flames.
Seeing that figure clearly, I subconsciously let out a cry of surprise.
"Power armor?!"
To be precise, it was a power armor engulfed by slime mold. The gaps between the rusted armor were filled with dark red pieces of meat, and a layer of dark red fungus blankets also crawled on the steel surface from the chest armor to the leg armor.
Steel and flesh were organically combined together to form a stitched monster that looked like nothing, but surprisingly, the running posture was no different from that of a real person!
The positions on both sides that were attacked by the crawlers barely opened fire, and two 37mm armor-piercing shells hit the heavy chest armor, rubbing a steep upward trajectory.
Failed to penetrate!
The eyes of the battlefield atmosphere group widened.
T-10 power armor!
He had seen it on the forum!
That was the photo taken by Brother Fang when he first went to Boulder City. The militia in Boulder City used this set of armor!
Was it captured by the slime mold?
Without time to think about the reason, the players around him held the trigger tightly and fired at the power armor, trying to stop it from moving forward.
However, the 7mm bullets hit it as if it was a joke, and it didn't even stop it.
The distance of hundreds of meters passed in a flash.
The power armor rushed to the player's position, waving its right arm with a chainsaw, and took two lives in an instant.
I wanted to make a detour, but just as I turned and took a step back, I was split in half by the whistling chainsaw.
This unlucky brother had just been resurrected for a few hours, and this time he didn't even say "焯" and was offline again.
Seeing that the power armor was staring at him, the battlefield atmosphere group knew that he couldn't escape, threw away the rifle with an empty magazine, pulled out the engineer shovel and rushed forward head-on.
A chain saw came at him, and the speed startled him. Even though he activated his natural dodge ability, the whistling chain saw still cut off his right arm.
Blood was pouring out of his arm!
He was dazed for a moment.
The battlefield guy barely managed to stay awake, pulled out the combat dagger with his left hand, and stabbed it fiercely at the gap on the side of the power armor filled with dark red slime.
"Die for me!"
However, the power armor was one step faster than him, stretched out its left arm and grabbed his neck, lifting him up from the ground.
The dagger hit nothing.
A huge pressure came from his neck, and the battlefield guy felt difficulty breathing. His whole face swelled red, and he felt as if his head was about to explode.
He threw the dagger in his hand at the iron lump covered with slime mold, but it only made a crisp sound and was useless.
This thing probably inherited the defense of the power armor. The 37mm armor-piercing bullet only left a scratch on it, not to mention the dagger!
The silver sword next to him held the bayonet in his hand and rushed up to help, but before he ran halfway, he was knocked to the ground by a crawler and his neck was bitten off.
"Oh my god! Old Sword! Ah ah ah, I'm going to fight you!"
Seeing the aliens rushing to his face, the silver father with a jammed rifle pulled out a short axe and rushed up bravely, but was soon overwhelmed by the gnawers.
The battlefield was in chaos, with gunshots everywhere.
The players and the aliens were in a melee.
Both sides were fearless and ruthless. Courage and morale had lost their meaning at this moment.
The whole street turned into a bloody meat grinder in an instant, sucking both sides into it. The lives of both sides were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Damn it..."
He was too pretentious. This time he was going to die!
Seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, the battlefield guy cursed in his heart.
While his consciousness was still there, he used up his last strength, touched his waist with his left hand, and pulled out the fuse hidden there.
This was the mechanism he made himself.
But he never had the chance to use it.
Six grenades emitted green smoke at the same time.
Staring at the scarlet eyes under the tin can, he spat a mouthful of blood foam on its face.
"...Go to hell!"
The saliva made the tin can stunned for a moment, as if it didn't understand what he wanted to do.
At this moment, the fire exploded!
The Battlefield guy was blown to pieces without any suspense.
The explosion caught the power armor off guard, and a large area of fungal blanket was blown away, but it did not cause him any substantial damage.
Class A's defense line has been penetrated.
With the collapse of the front line, the two wings, which were already in a difficult battle, were soon surrounded by aliens.
The battle is still going on.
Everyone is resisting bravely.
Even though everyone knows that their death is doomed.
"... As expected, they were killed by the plot."
Commander Quanshui smiled bitterly.
The intensity of the fourth wave of attacks has obviously exceeded their ability to bear.
In fact, if it weren't for the previous airstrike, they might not even be able to survive the third wave of attacks.
He has done his best.
The rest is left to the brothers behind...
Throwing away the rifle with an empty magazine, Quanshui pulled out a pistol and shot at the surging gnawers, intending to fight with his teammates until the last moment.
Anyway, he couldn't run away.
Where could he, an intelligence type, run to?
There was no need to think about hiding.
According to the updated information on the official website, when the spores in the air reach a certain concentration, the slime mold type alien will gain all-round perception of the area.
Every cloud of buns is their eyes!
After a magazine was emptied, the commander of the spring water silently changed the bullet.
To his surprise, the gnawers did not attack him, or even look at him, but rushed towards the position behind him, or rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street.
The surrounding fog spread.
It had completely swallowed him up, and the visibility around was less than five meters!
At this time, a vague outline suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was a three-meter-tall giant, with dark red meat dragging on the ground like a long skirt, and a face without facial features staring at him, with flesh-red tentacles flying behind him, like Medusa's hair.
Although not a perception type, the spring water had a strong feeling.
This guy in front of him might be more dangerous than the five-story-high monster before!
His index finger touched the headset, he took a deep breath, and said calmly.
"Artillery team... fire at my position."
VM has marked his position.
It will take about half a minute to correct the coordinates.
After that, Izumi raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger at the monster in front of him.
Bang!
Flames spurted out of the muzzle.
The bullet hit the monster, not even a trace of blood splashed, but he did not stop, still continued to pull the trigger.
It seems that he successfully attracted the attention of the monster.
Or maybe the monster was originally running towards him.
A crack suddenly opened on the face without facial features, and a tentacle pierced through his mask and pierced into his right eye.
There was no time to react. Izumi only saw a black shadow flash, and before he could see what happened, he was disconnected from his game character.
The headset fell to the ground.
The picture is still transmitting.
The monster uttered a hoarse whisper.
"...Embrace evolution."
The fountain, which had lost the control of its conscious body, stood there motionless.
The monster stared at him, as if confused about something.
After a while, there was a hint of disappointment in its scarlet pupils, and it slowly withdrew its tentacles.
The surrounding corpse eaters rushed forward and soon submerged the fountain standing on the ruins. The fountain standing there let them eat, motionless.
It was quiet and silent, with only the sound of chewing.
The picture was full of weird colors.
And at this moment, there were suddenly bursts of air-breaking sounds in the air, and dozens of mortar shells covered the area around the fountain, and the flames of the explosion were connected.
A shell landed beside it, and the eaters surrounding the fountain fell down instantly.
Hit directly by the shrapnel and shock wave of the explosion, the monster shaped like Medusa let out a shrill scream, and the flesh under the skirt rolled and flew through the hot smoke at a high speed.
The explosions continued one after another, the streets were in a mess, the gunfire in the building had stopped, and only two explosions were heard from time to time.
In the temporary command post several kilometers away, there was a dead silence.
The camera was cut off by the explosion, and the air around was terrifyingly quiet.
Vanus couldn't help but glance at Chu Guang.
Although the expression on his face could not be seen through the mask, it must not be too good.
All 125 people were killed.
Among them were dozens of awakened people.
Even if their achievements were remarkable, such a tragic loss would surely cast a shadow over the entire shelter.
"...They are real warriors."
Chu Guang nodded slowly.
"Yes."
The construction progress of the first line of defense has reached 60%, and it is expected to be completed before dawn.
Although there are still a few hours before dawn, the advancing tide has obviously stopped.
The warriors of Street 65 bought them enough time.
The culture chamber that lost the connection with the clone began to synthesize a new container.
At the same time, with 125 players offline, the official website of "Wasteland OL" was bustling with activity...