Morale? Despair? Fear?
These emotions can happen to anyone. But it is impossible to appear on the players They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they must be born fighters.
The threat of death meant nothing to them, and instead of bringing any fear to them, the sound of gunfire ignited their desire for battle, experience, and trophies.
Take off the mask of civilized people, at this moment they are the real natural disaster. Just like the undead without fear of death!
Predator?
F*ck it! The server has been open for so long, and finally some exciting activities are coming!
"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"
"Attention all teams, what you are facing is the worst and most vicious people in this wasteland. The rules and methods of civilized people do not apply to them, so you don't have to show mercy! Use all the methods you can think of to ruthlessly kill me! Hit hard!"
"Hit until they kneel on the ground begging for mercy!"
In this battle, Lucius mobilized 34 reserve troops. And this is almost all the staff near the base at this moment!
Fifteen revolver rifles armed thirty men.
Two of them are in a group, sharing a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm bullets, and the other is holding a bow and arrow and throwing objects to support in the back row.
If a teammate falls to the ground, the substitute will come on top.
If the ammunition runs out, then hand-to-hand combat!
The 30 players were divided into 15 teams, broke up into pieces and rushed out in two groups from the east gate and west gate, and after spreading out, outflanked towards the north gate. Since there was no radio command, it was agreed to use the whistle as the number.
The other four players who currently have the highest contribution are led by Lucius personally, armed with 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles he just bought, and each still carrying 15 rounds of ammunition, they outflanked the group of predators from the west gate. rear.
When the whistle sounded, gunshots were heard all over the forest, only bullets whizzing in the sky and explosives bang, and they couldn't hear what each other was saying.
But it doesn't matter! For players who are not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle situation, the more excited they are and the more beneficial they are. More than 30 people played with the momentum of 60 people, and the mere ten predators Surrounded.
If it weren't for the only death penalty that was exempted, there is still a resurrection CD left to be scrupled, I'm afraid they would have pulled out their javelins, axes, and small benches and charged.
"Pull the gun line, pull the gun line, don't stand still and fight, let's push from south to north. It is noon, they are against the light, we have the advantage!"
"Let's outflank on the left and smoke on the right, they will think they are surrounded!"
"Aren't you afraid of being heard when you shout so loudly?"
"Listen, they don't understand!"
"Damn it, it makes sense!"
"Mom, this is no more exciting than squad."
"Shit, I seem to have been shot... Huh? It doesn't hurt at all?"
The predators in front of the north gate were completely stunned. They weren't a regular army at all, they were just stragglers, and the people they met before were all soft persimmons, the kind that would break when squeezed. How have you ever seen such a hard bone that gets more and more fierce?
"How many people are there???"
"I don't know! Damn, this is really a survivor stronghold with only 30 people?! How do I feel... there are more than 30 people just surrounding us!"
"Damn, why do I feel that they are more like bandits than us!"
There was only time to retreat fifty meters. The looters who had just dispersed were firmly pressed to the ground, lying behind the cover, not daring to move, and could only barely fight back.
Bullets flew against the scalp, accompanied by the flames and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones, and javelins pierced through the smoke. The air is filled with the pungent sulfur smell.
They didn't even know which direction the bullets came from. They only felt that there were gunshots in all directions and people in all directions.
"The enemy is on our flanks! Damn it! They're trying to surround us!"
"What the hell?! Just these cowards, dare to surround us?!"
"F*cj, how dare they come out of the wall!"
The ten man team captain named Badger has been beaten into a daze. Obviously it was my own side who took the initiative to kill him, but why was he surrounded by the other side instead?
There were ten if not five survivor strongholds that he led a team to plunder. Among them, there are as few as a few households, and as many as nearly a hundred households, but they have never seen such tenacious and outrageous ones.
Good guy. Are they all soldiers??
Badger could feel that the opponent's marksmanship was terrible, and the equipment was not as good as his own, but he was overwhelmed by the opponent.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and a retreat had already sprouted in his heart. But these people obviously don't intend to let them go.
The gunshots were clearly moving towards their side and rear, and getting closer. If they don't think of a way to get out, they will soon face encirclement and suppression from three directions.
Realizing this, the blood in Badger's heart was also ignited.
His eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and put a bayonet on the iron-pipe rifle in his hand.
"F*ck! Fight them!"
However, just when he was thinking this way, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the bunker not far away.
In the man's hand, he saw a big guy with a strange shape. Its overall structure was composed of wooden barrels and iron pipes, like... a large watering can?
The man put the thing in his hand on the ground, set up the wooden bipod of the nozzle, pointed the nozzle at it, and at the same time muttered something in his mouth, accompanied by an almost crazy laugh.
Badger naturally couldn't understand. But the nearby players heard it clearly, and consciously avoided the lunatic.
"Hahahaha! Feel the heat of my baby!"
A long and narrow fiery snake sprayed out from the mouth of the iron pipe, showering on the center of the marauder's position. Although no one was drenched by the rain of fire, it ignited the surrounding dead branches and fallen leaves, forming a sea of flames that divided the battlefield.
Smoke billowed up. The burned ground is hot! Smoke was everywhere, making it almost impossible for the marauders to aim.
Brother Mosquito only had time to spit out the flames, and immediately dropped his "Hellfire 0.2" and fled.
This thing is very cool to spray, but the pressure in the chamber is not enough, the fire burns back along the fuel, and it also burns itself.
Brother Mosquito hadn't gone far when his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang. Fortunately, the surrounding players dodged early, and he didn't hurt his own people.
Although it only had time to spray a shuttle, its effect has obviously been achieved. The flames boiling on the battlefield and the almost scorched air around them became the last straw that crushed the psychological defense of the predators.
The loud whistle sounded again, it was the horn of charge. The players who formed the encirclement were almost out of bullets, and the ground was full of smoke and fire, making them even more red-eyed.
After hearing the whistle, each of them rushed out of the bunker screaming as if they were on a stimulant, picked up javelins, axes and even bricks, and launched a charge under the cover of shouts and thick smoke.
Where have the besieged predators ever seen such a battle, they have always charged at others by themselves, how could they see someone rushing at themselves like this?
Morale couldn't hold back at all. These rabble began to collapse from the outermost periphery, and finally fled.
One of the three hounds was bitten to death by Mr. Garbage, another was scared away by the big green lizard, and the other was shot to death while escaping.
Looking at the teammates who fell one after another, Badger felt desperate, dropped the weapon in his hand tremblingly, knelt on the ground and raised his hands.
"Stop! I beg you!"
"We surrender!"
...
In principle, predatora rarely surrender, after all, they have never treated their captives kindly, and no one will treat them kindly. But the blue coats on these people made Badger feel lucky.
Can live, who wants to die? They themselves are not people of strong faith.
The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes before it was over.
Hearing the gunshots from the base, nearby players continued to come to support them, and tacitly joined in the siege of the looters.
So much so that after the fight, the number of Lucius's side became more and more, from the initial 34 people directly to 45 people, and the morale also increased.
After the battle, Lucius led the players to extinguish the open flames in the forest, then cleaned the battlefield, and counted the casualties.
Originally, he had already planned to use the reserve of active substances, but he did not expect that the performance of these players exceeded his expectations. Although seven people were injured, none of them died.
The most seriously injured was the physique department, who was shot in the thigh during the charge. Fortunately, however, the bullet went straight through, hurting neither an artery nor a bone. Due to the shielding of the beyond-limit pain, when he realized it, the wound had stopped bleeding, and even the bandages were saved.
As for the predators, it can be said to be quite miserable. Five of the ten people were killed on the spot, two were seriously injured and bled to death, and the remaining three were slightly injured and captured.
The only fly in the ointment is that the bullets consumed a total of more than 200 rounds, which directly exhausted the amount of a trade, which caused Lucius a heartache for a while.
These players really didn't save him at all, and they wanted to use up all the bullets he sent. In particular, this revolver is still semi-automatic, and the rate of fire is not low. After a few picks, it will be fired without making a sound.
In other words, there are only ten people on the opposite side! Is it hard to see someone shoot again?
What made Lucius unable to complain the most was that among the seven people who died, four were strangled to death by javelins, bows and arrows, and axes, and only three of them actually died of gunshot wounds.
One of them was shot down by himself.
"We have to find an opportunity for these players to practice their guns!"
No, it's better to let them buy their own guns and raise their own ammunition! According to this style of play, fierce is really fierce, and strong is also really strong, but just after one battle, nearly half of the ammunition stock in the outpost was consumed.
With the shelter's current logistics, it's really too much. Fortunately, the gains from this battle were not small, which was a comfort to Lucius.
There were ten guns in total, nearly eighty rounds of bullets of different calibers, an unused Molotov cocktail, and two dirty needles.
"What is this?"
Lucius glanced at the captive squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pointed to the needle in his hand. The prisoner raised his head, and quickly buried himself in fear.
"Stimulants..."
"Easy to use?"
"Uh, it should be okay."
No matter how easy it is to use, Lucius didn't dare to try it on himself, so let's throw it with the pile of loot for the time being, maybe someday some players will be interested in buying it for research. Then, Lucius ordered several players nearby to tie the hands and feet of the three wounded captives together and tie them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.
There is currently no prison in the outpost, so we can only treat people like this for the time being. To be honest, Lucius hadn't figured out what to do with the three captives.
It is said that some survivors live in colonies and are directly hanged, and some are sold to slave traders or mines, and there are more curious ones where organs are harvested and sold individually.
After all, the cost of bionic organs is usually high, and ordinary people cannot afford them. In contrast, tissues taken from slaves or clones are more economical. But Lucius couldn't do such an anti-human thing. Besides, he doesn't have the conditions to do that kind of surgery here.
At this time, Tomorrow, who was carrying a bow and arrow, walked over from not far away.
When the fighting broke out earlier, The Cowboy Team was hunting in the nearby urban area. When they heard the gunshots and rushed back, the battle had basically come to an end. It can be said that they have no sense of participation in this battle.
"My lord Manager, the predators in the north have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should pursue the victory! Don't give them any chance to breathe, and end this charade once and for all!"
"That's right!"
"Yes, let's F*ck them all!"
Glancing at the eager players around, Lucius thought for a moment, then finally shook his head.
"We don't have the conditions to take the initiative right now."
Woodland combat and urban combat are completely two concepts. The former is their home field, while the latter is the home field of those predators. Pulling these players into the urban area to fight street battles with the looters and rush into minefields is basically the same as giving away heads.
The resurrection CD is at least three days, so be cautious. According to the information obtained from several investigations by Mr. Garbage, the predator tribe located in the abandoned tire factory has at least 50 people. Based on the information of the Liszt caravan, it is estimated that the number is around sixty to seventy.
If the opponent hadn't misjudged the strength of his side, he probably wouldn't have just sent a ten-man team over. The only thing to be thankful for now is that these ten people were all kept by him, and the other party still couldn't figure out the reality on his side for a while, and they might not even know whether the group of people sent to fight was dead or alive.
According to the thinking of normal people, they will send a few scouts over to find out information first, and then plan the next round of attacks. Of course, they may not play their cards according to the routine.
Thinking of this, Lucius then looked at the players beside him.
"Our enemies have rich experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time, and they are far more familiar with the terrain in the city than we are. It is not wise to rush into their home field without an absolute advantage in numbers and equipment."
"Currently our strategy is still based on defense, supplemented by harassment. We will wear down their vitality in the protracted battle, forcing them to give up their advantages and enter our home court."
"I have a strong feeling that the coming snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."
"And before that, what we have to do is to trade time for space and try our best to develop."
"Everyone, the war has begun!"
.....
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Morale? Despair? Fear?
These emotions can happen to anyone. But it is impossible to appear on the players They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they must be born fighters.
The threat of death meant nothing to them, and instead of bringing any fear to them, the sound of gunfire ignited their desire for battle, experience, and trophies.
Take off the mask of civilized people, at this moment they are the real natural disaster. Just like the undead without fear of death!
Predator?
F*ck it! The server has been open for so long, and finally some exciting activities are coming!
"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"
"Attention all teams, what you are facing is the worst and most vicious people in this wasteland. The rules and methods of civilized people do not apply to them, so you don't have to show mercy! Use all the methods you can think of to ruthlessly kill me! Hit hard!"
"Hit until they kneel on the ground begging for mercy!"
In this battle, Lucius mobilized 34 reserve troops. And this is almost all the staff near the base at this moment!
Fifteen revolver rifles armed thirty men.
Two of them are in a group, sharing a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm bullets, and the other is holding a bow and arrow and throwing objects to support in the back row.
If a teammate falls to the ground, the substitute will come on top.
If the ammunition runs out, then hand-to-hand combat!
The 30 players were divided into 15 teams, broke up into pieces and rushed out in two groups from the east gate and west gate, and after spreading out, outflanked towards the north gate. Since there was no radio command, it was agreed to use the whistle as the number.
The other four players who currently have the highest contribution are led by Lucius personally, armed with 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles he just bought, and each still carrying 15 rounds of ammunition, they outflanked the group of predators from the west gate. rear.
When the whistle sounded, gunshots were heard all over the forest, only bullets whizzing in the sky and explosives bang, and they couldn't hear what each other was saying.
But it doesn't matter! For players who are not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle situation, the more excited they are and the more beneficial they are. More than 30 people played with the momentum of 60 people, and the mere ten predators Surrounded.
If it weren't for the only death penalty that was exempted, there is still a resurrection CD left to be scrupled, I'm afraid they would have pulled out their javelins, axes, and small benches and charged.
"Pull the gun line, pull the gun line, don't stand still and fight, let's push from south to north. It is noon, they are against the light, we have the advantage!"
"Let's outflank on the left and smoke on the right, they will think they are surrounded!"
"Aren't you afraid of being heard when you shout so loudly?"
"Listen, they don't understand!"
"Damn it, it makes sense!"
"Mom, this is no more exciting than squad."
"Shit, I seem to have been shot... Huh? It doesn't hurt at all?"
The predators in front of the north gate were completely stunned. They weren't a regular army at all, they were just stragglers, and the people they met before were all soft persimmons, the kind that would break when squeezed. How have you ever seen such a hard bone that gets more and more fierce?
"How many people are there???"
"I don't know! Damn, this is really a survivor stronghold with only 30 people?! How do I feel... there are more than 30 people just surrounding us!"
"Damn, why do I feel that they are more like bandits than us!"
There was only time to retreat fifty meters. The looters who had just dispersed were firmly pressed to the ground, lying behind the cover, not daring to move, and could only barely fight back.
Bullets flew against the scalp, accompanied by the flames and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones, and javelins pierced through the smoke. The air is filled with the pungent sulfur smell.
They didn't even know which direction the bullets came from. They only felt that there were gunshots in all directions and people in all directions.
"The enemy is on our flanks! Damn it! They're trying to surround us!"
"What the hell?! Just these cowards, dare to surround us?!"
"F*cj, how dare they come out of the wall!"
The ten man team captain named Badger has been beaten into a daze. Obviously it was my own side who took the initiative to kill him, but why was he surrounded by the other side instead?
There were ten if not five survivor strongholds that he led a team to plunder. Among them, there are as few as a few households, and as many as nearly a hundred households, but they have never seen such tenacious and outrageous ones.
Good guy. Are they all soldiers??
Badger could feel that the opponent's marksmanship was terrible, and the equipment was not as good as his own, but he was overwhelmed by the opponent.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and a retreat had already sprouted in his heart. But these people obviously don't intend to let them go.
The gunshots were clearly moving towards their side and rear, and getting closer. If they don't think of a way to get out, they will soon face encirclement and suppression from three directions.
Realizing this, the blood in Badger's heart was also ignited.
His eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and put a bayonet on the iron-pipe rifle in his hand.
"F*ck! Fight them!"
However, just when he was thinking this way, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the bunker not far away.
In the man's hand, he saw a big guy with a strange shape. Its overall structure was composed of wooden barrels and iron pipes, like... a large watering can?
The man put the thing in his hand on the ground, set up the wooden bipod of the nozzle, pointed the nozzle at it, and at the same time muttered something in his mouth, accompanied by an almost crazy laugh.
Badger naturally couldn't understand. But the nearby players heard it clearly, and consciously avoided the lunatic.
"Hahahaha! Feel the heat of my baby!"
A long and narrow fiery snake sprayed out from the mouth of the iron pipe, showering on the center of the marauder's position. Although no one was drenched by the rain of fire, it ignited the surrounding dead branches and fallen leaves, forming a sea of flames that divided the battlefield.
Smoke billowed up. The burned ground is hot! Smoke was everywhere, making it almost impossible for the marauders to aim.
Brother Mosquito only had time to spit out the flames, and immediately dropped his "Hellfire 0.2" and fled.
This thing is very cool to spray, but the pressure in the chamber is not enough, the fire burns back along the fuel, and it also burns itself.
Brother Mosquito hadn't gone far when his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang. Fortunately, the surrounding players dodged early, and he didn't hurt his own people.
Although it only had time to spray a shuttle, its effect has obviously been achieved. The flames boiling on the battlefield and the almost scorched air around them became the last straw that crushed the psychological defense of the predators.
The loud whistle sounded again, it was the horn of charge. The players who formed the encirclement were almost out of bullets, and the ground was full of smoke and fire, making them even more red-eyed.
After hearing the whistle, each of them rushed out of the bunker screaming as if they were on a stimulant, picked up javelins, axes and even bricks, and launched a charge under the cover of shouts and thick smoke.
Where have the besieged predators ever seen such a battle, they have always charged at others by themselves, how could they see someone rushing at themselves like this?
Morale couldn't hold back at all. These rabble began to collapse from the outermost periphery, and finally fled.
One of the three hounds was bitten to death by Mr. Garbage, another was scared away by the big green lizard, and the other was shot to death while escaping.
Looking at the teammates who fell one after another, Badger felt desperate, dropped the weapon in his hand tremblingly, knelt on the ground and raised his hands.
"Stop! I beg you!"
"We surrender!"
...
In principle, predatora rarely surrender, after all, they have never treated their captives kindly, and no one will treat them kindly. But the blue coats on these people made Badger feel lucky.
Can live, who wants to die? They themselves are not people of strong faith.
The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes before it was over.
Hearing the gunshots from the base, nearby players continued to come to support them, and tacitly joined in the siege of the looters.
So much so that after the fight, the number of Lucius's side became more and more, from the initial 34 people directly to 45 people, and the morale also increased.
After the battle, Lucius led the players to extinguish the open flames in the forest, then cleaned the battlefield, and counted the casualties.
Originally, he had already planned to use the reserve of active substances, but he did not expect that the performance of these players exceeded his expectations. Although seven people were injured, none of them died.
The most seriously injured was the physique department, who was shot in the thigh during the charge. Fortunately, however, the bullet went straight through, hurting neither an artery nor a bone. Due to the shielding of the beyond-limit pain, when he realized it, the wound had stopped bleeding, and even the bandages were saved.
As for the predators, it can be said to be quite miserable. Five of the ten people were killed on the spot, two were seriously injured and bled to death, and the remaining three were slightly injured and captured.
The only fly in the ointment is that the bullets consumed a total of more than 200 rounds, which directly exhausted the amount of a trade, which caused Lucius a heartache for a while.
These players really didn't save him at all, and they wanted to use up all the bullets he sent. In particular, this revolver is still semi-automatic, and the rate of fire is not low. After a few picks, it will be fired without making a sound.
In other words, there are only ten people on the opposite side! Is it hard to see someone shoot again?
What made Lucius unable to complain the most was that among the seven people who died, four were strangled to death by javelins, bows and arrows, and axes, and only three of them actually died of gunshot wounds.
One of them was shot down by himself.
"We have to find an opportunity for these players to practice their guns!"
No, it's better to let them buy their own guns and raise their own ammunition! According to this style of play, fierce is really fierce, and strong is also really strong, but just after one battle, nearly half of the ammunition stock in the outpost was consumed.
With the shelter's current logistics, it's really too much. Fortunately, the gains from this battle were not small, which was a comfort to Lucius.
There were ten guns in total, nearly eighty rounds of bullets of different calibers, an unused Molotov cocktail, and two dirty needles.
"What is this?"
Lucius glanced at the captive squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pointed to the needle in his hand. The prisoner raised his head, and quickly buried himself in fear.
"Stimulants..."
"Easy to use?"
"Uh, it should be okay."
No matter how easy it is to use, Lucius didn't dare to try it on himself, so let's throw it with the pile of loot for the time being, maybe someday some players will be interested in buying it for research. Then, Lucius ordered several players nearby to tie the hands and feet of the three wounded captives together and tie them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.
There is currently no prison in the outpost, so we can only treat people like this for the time being. To be honest, Lucius hadn't figured out what to do with the three captives.
It is said that some survivors live in colonies and are directly hanged, and some are sold to slave traders or mines, and there are more curious ones where organs are harvested and sold individually.
After all, the cost of bionic organs is usually high, and ordinary people cannot afford them. In contrast, tissues taken from slaves or clones are more economical. But Lucius couldn't do such an anti-human thing. Besides, he doesn't have the conditions to do that kind of surgery here.
At this time, Tomorrow, who was carrying a bow and arrow, walked over from not far away.
When the fighting broke out earlier, The Cowboy Team was hunting in the nearby urban area. When they heard the gunshots and rushed back, the battle had basically come to an end. It can be said that they have no sense of participation in this battle.
"My lord Manager, the predators in the north have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should pursue the victory! Don't give them any chance to breathe, and end this charade once and for all!"
"That's right!"
"Yes, let's F*ck them all!"
Glancing at the eager players around, Lucius thought for a moment, then finally shook his head.
"We don't have the conditions to take the initiative right now."
Woodland combat and urban combat are completely two concepts. The former is their home field, while the latter is the home field of those predators. Pulling these players into the urban area to fight street battles with the looters and rush into minefields is basically the same as giving away heads.
The resurrection CD is at least three days, so be cautious. According to the information obtained from several investigations by Mr. Garbage, the predator tribe located in the abandoned tire factory has at least 50 people. Based on the information of the Liszt caravan, it is estimated that the number is around sixty to seventy.
If the opponent hadn't misjudged the strength of his side, he probably wouldn't have just sent a ten-man team over. The only thing to be thankful for now is that these ten people were all kept by him, and the other party still couldn't figure out the reality on his side for a while, and they might not even know whether the group of people sent to fight was dead or alive.
According to the thinking of normal people, they will send a few scouts over to find out information first, and then plan the next round of attacks. Of course, they may not play their cards according to the routine.
Thinking of this, Lucius then looked at the players beside him.
"Our enemies have rich experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time, and they are far more familiar with the terrain in the city than we are. It is not wise to rush into their home field without an absolute advantage in numbers and equipment."
"Currently our strategy is still based on defense, supplemented by harassment. We will wear down their vitality in the protracted battle, forcing them to give up their advantages and enter our home court."
"I have a strong feeling that the coming snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."
"And before that, what we have to do is to trade time for space and try our best to develop."
"Everyone, the war has begun!"
.....
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