Inside the Winter Willow Camp, there were flames.
About twenty predators, led by two ten captains, took advantage of the dense fog in the forest in the early morning, split into two directions and charged here.
Without any warning. Gunshots rang out suddenly!
The old guard at the gate of the village was shot to death. Five Molotov cocktails flew towards the village and smashed on the wooden fence and the houses at the gate of the village, officially kicking off the prelude to the looting.
The predators wore coats of hyena skin, accessories of human bone and ivory around their necks, and bayonet-studded Ripper rifles held like spears in their hands.
Screams and howls one after another, rude and unbridled laughter and gunshots made this place a purgatory on earth.
A raging fire was ignited on the fence wall of the village, and the fire spread from north to south, and it was impossible to know how many people came in the smoke.
Men and women ran out of the village in desperation. In the panic, some people fell from time to time and were overtaken by the predators chasing behind them.
If they are worthy of being a prisoner, they will be beaten, tied hands and feet and thrown on the side of the road.
Some people tried to resist at the beginning, took up shotguns and bows and arrows to fight back bravely, and even thought of dying together. Holding the ax for chopping trees, he rushed forward.
However, the cruel reality is that almost all struggles are in vain.
Fighting with cold weapons, these survivors are no match for the predators in terms of skills or equipment.
The hunter who picked up his gun and resisted hadn't fired a few shots before he was pinned down behind the cover by the densely fired bullets. In the end, he was either shot to death on the street while retreating, or he was chased by countless bayonets and stabbed him. up the sieve.
In fact, the survivors of the Winter Willow Camp are not weak.
But helplessly, what they met was not a simple group of mobs...
These people are nothing like the predators they've encountered before!
They are not only well equipped, but also well trained. Covering shots while advancing, knowing when to come together and when to break up when charging.
Even though they had already entered the stronghold, they did not disperse into a handful of sand. Instead, they swept up and wiped out the resistance forces in the village in a planned way, divided and surrounded the fleeing survivors, and drove them to the northwest corner of the village.
There is a mud wall, and it is also the thickest wall in the whole village.
The next house was far away, and there was no place to step on. The survivors who were driven there were like lambs in the sheepfold, waiting to be slaughtered and slaughtered.
With a fist-sized skull hanging around his neck and a protruding jaw, he carried an automatic rifle wrapped in duct tape, fired two shots into the sky, and shouted fiercely at the panicked survivors. .
"Hold your head in your hands and kneel on the ground!"
"Let me see you making any small moves, and I'll smash your skulls with the butt of your gun!"
His name is Onnu, and he is the commander of Gangu's ten commanders. He was ordered to lead the troops to search for supplies in the vicinity together with another commander named "Iron Knee".
Sweeping his gaze over the villagers, Onnu's gaze settled on a few pretty women.
There was a flash of greed in his eyes, but he calmed down quickly. After cursing, he turned around and beckoned his men to search for supplies.
"Hurry up! Take food and valuables away, and burn the rest!"
"Don't f*cking whine!"
"Those who want to have fun, when we get back to the stronghold, we will have plenty of time for you!"
The supplies prepared for the large army were snatched by a group of unidentified survivors. Their boss did not intend to stop there, and decided to loot on the spot, and searched for food, cotton clothes, fuel and other supplies they needed from nearby survivor settlements.
Before setting off, the staff officer in the dark blue coat specifically explained to them, asking them to make a quick decision, and remember not to love fighting, let alone waste time on having fun.
If it weren't for the fear of the prestige of the staff officer, Onnu would not have just left without saying anything, and would have to take the brothers to have fun anyway.
Among the Bone Chew tribe, those staff officers wearing navy blue coats have a high status.
They have never fought a war before, and they have never won it so easily like this.
Thanks to those people wearing dark blue coats, they are now almost invincible. Not only have they dealt with their enemies, but they have also swept across the entire central region. Few survivor settlements can stop them.
The culture of predators is the worship of the strong. Those who can lead them to snatch more slaves and treasures are their alpha wolves!
Even Mr. Gangu respected that staff officer, Onnu didn't want to be caught as a model and shot to sacrifice the flag.
He knew exactly what kind of temperament his boss had, no matter if he was ruthless against the enemy or against his own people, he was merciless.
The more than 20 seriously injured friendly soldiers picked up in the morning were all pulled out by him, and he was very happy. Onnu still remembers what their leader said at that time——
A burden, unworthy of life!
The villagers were taken to the well in the center of the village.
This is the village square.
Food, clothes, things to use...all valuable trophies were searched out of the house and piled up in the open space.
Two predators stepped up, pushed and shoved them with bayonets under their guns, and divided the villagers into two groups according to the criteria of usefulness and uselessness.
They will kill a group of those who can't walk, and use it as food reserves.
Then let the rest of them carry their loot and follow them back to the stronghold.
There, waiting for them will be a cruel hell...
Seeing a predator carry a bag of croissants from his home, the old man kneeling on the ground didn't know where he got the courage to rush forward, hugged the looter's calf, and begged bitterly.
"That's the last bit of food in our family, please... at least leave us some."
The predator was taken aback for a moment, then grinned ferociously, and knocked the old man to the ground with the butt of his gun.
"Where is the old shit come from?!"
Think about how to keep your own life first!
There was a bang, and the old man fell into the snow, blood oozing from his head.
The predator grabbed him by the collar and dragged him from the middle of the road to one side, stripping him of his clothes and dropping them among the pile of trophies.
Survivors around were silent.
The brutality of those predators made their hands and feet cold, no one dared to speak, let alone resist.
The blood spread from the gate of the village all the way to the well in the center of the village, and spread to the depths of their hearts.
These people are devils!
Looking at the grandpa who was squatting in the corner, the boy clutched his sister who was about to scream, and stared at the man who killed his grandpa, with hatred in his eyes.
It seems to have noticed the boy's gaze.
The predator glanced at him with interest, and walked up to him as if he had discovered something interesting.
"That old shit is your father?"
The boy didn't speak, just stared at him.
The predator squinted his eyes, and suddenly noticed the girl in his arms, with an evil thought flashing in his eyes.
Thinking of something funny, he pulled out a rusty dagger from the side of his boots, threw it in front of the boy, and said in a childish tone.
"Give you a chance."
"If you beat me, I'll let you go."
"If you lose, she will belong to me."
The kneeling neighbor gave the boy a hand and pleaded with the predator.
"He's still a child... let him go."
"Did I ask you something?"
The predator pulled the breech impatiently.
However, before he raised the muzzle of the gun, he seemed to be hit by something, and a stream of blood mist exploded on his back.
Boom--!
Thunderous gunshots came from afar, echoing in the forest.
The blood spurted from the predator's chest splashed the faces of the surrounding survivors. People lay on the ground in panic, fled into the building in all directions, and hid behind the bunker.
The surrounding predators didn't have time to stop them, their faces were also full of panic, they looked around and opened fire on the slope outside the village.
However, they chose the wrong direction, and the bullets landed on the snowdrift about a hundred meters away from Walker and Gale.
Seeing that no one noticed him, the boy picked up the rusty dagger on the ground, and threw himself on the predator who was shot in the chest like a rabbit, and stabbed him in the chest like crazy.
The predator was still twitching at first, struggling to avoid it, but blood gushed from his mouth and nose, his eyes were dazed, and he stopped moving.
The predators not far away saw it, cursed angrily, raised their rifles, and swiped at the boy.
The chaotic neutron bullets swished past, and it was unknown where they hit. The boy turned over and rolled to the right side of the corpse, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Damn it, I can't take it anymore!"
Everything else in this game is pretty good, but sometimes being real is a bit redundant!
Walker cursed and pulled the bolt of the gun, aimed at the predator who was eyeing the boy, and pulled the trigger again.
Boom--!
This time it was a headshot!
The predator, whose head was smashed, fell silently into the snowdrift beside the stone wall.
"It's okay, Tomorrow and Quit Smoking just arrived... It doesn't matter if it's a second early or a second late."
Taking a deep breath, Gale calmly held the binoculars. After searching the village for a while, his eyes quickly locked on the man with his jaw forward.
"From your 2 o'clock direction, do you see the shack with the red cloth hanging? The man next to him has a skull hanging on his chest, and he is suspected to be the leader of the predators."
"Saw."
"Get rid of him—"
While talking, Gale suddenly saw that man shooting straight at him.
The moment their eyes met, the man suddenly jumped aside like a leopard.
Boom--!
There was a gunshot, and the bullet hit the snow, splashing a string of snowflakes.
Walker, who was pulling the bolt of the gun, moved his eyes away from the sniper scope with a dazed expression, unable to believe that the shot was actually dodged.
"F*ck? What's going on?"
"We're on the west side..." Gale looked up at the rising sun in the east, with a solemn expression, "I'm careless."
On the west side is a high slope.
But this faces the sun!
Now that the sun has risen and the morning fog has cleared, it is probably the reflection of the sniper scope that exposed their position!
However, Gale felt that things might not be that simple.
The man's insight and reaction speed were so fast that he found it unbelievable.
At this time, Gale suddenly remembered "Bear" who was beaten with a hammer by the Manager in the previous decisive battle with the Bloody Hand clan.
Could it be... It's the Awakened!?
Walker, who shot Miss, did not stop, and immediately adjusted the muzzle of the gun to aim at the next target, killing the predator lying next to the wellhead with one shot.
"The third!"
If you can't kill that leader, it's not bad to kill some living forces.
However, at that moment, a shuttle of bullets suddenly shot from a distance, whizzing past the heads of the two of them.
Although they missed, they forced Walker and Gale to retreat to the back slope.
"Hey! Why are these predators so fierce!"
"..."
Gale didn't speak, silently took a grenade with a wooden handle from his waist, carefully leaned out of the bunker, picked up the binoculars to search in the village, and quickly locked on the source of firepower pouring firepower on them.
The man held an automatic rifle in his hand, with a bipod hanging from the barrel and a disc-shaped drum.
Good guy. Squad machine guns converted from automatic rifles?
"The distance is 250 meters, the fuze time is 6 seconds, and the initial velocity of the throw needs to be more than 41 seconds... No, it has to be faster." He said softly in his mouth, and the wind calculated in his heart.
Under normal circumstances, throwing objects cannot be thrown that far, and it is even more impossible to throw them with the same muzzle velocity as a javelin.
But……
His right hand is no ordinary right hand. Let alone a javelin. Even shells, no problem!
Swinging his arm violently, the grenade came out of Gale's hand, drew a parabola, and smashed towards the village.
The bullets of the light machine gun came quickly, suppressing him back, but with a loud explosion, the ferocious firepower suddenly rose upwards, swishing across the treetops, and stopped suddenly.
The snow that fell from the treetops hit both of them.
Walker shook his head, got out from the snowdrift, and said excitedly while re-mounting the sniper rifle.
"Brother, more than two hundred meters, you are a human mortar!"
Even in Movies, people don't dare to do that!
Picking up the binoculars to observe again, Gale replied casually with no expression on his face.
"My right hand can adjust the strength... It's quite easy to use after getting used to it."
"Awesome! But what should you do if your equipment explodes? Will it be uncomfortable to use the original hand—"
"Shut up."
The location has been exposed.
Logically speaking, it should be transferred at this time.
However, there is a forest nearby, and only a gentle slope on the west side can overlook the village, even if it is moved, there is no better sniper point.
Besides, Tomorrow and Brother Quit Smoking have reached the east gate of the village, and it is time for support!
Quit Smoking with a sickle assault rifle took the lead, rushed in through the gate, and advanced with the support of Tomorrow's bow and arrow.
Walker, who re-armed the gun, pulled the trigger cleanly, and shot off a rifleman who was eyeing the two, covering the two to move on.
Simultaneous attacks from far and near caught the predators of the village by surprise.
In just 5 minutes of fighting, more than 20 predators have been reduced by 40%.
The remaining predators can only hide in buildings, rely on bunkers and obstacles to avoid the harvest of sniper rifles, and stand in a stalemate with the uninvited guests who invaded the village.
Morale began to waver!
"I think we can destroy both of their teams!" Walker said excitedly, pulling the bolt of his gun, "There is no need for reinforcements at all!"
"Don't be careless, keep an eye on your target..."
Before the words were finished, Gale suddenly saw a red flare rising from the village into the sky.
A bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
"We should move."
"Transfer?"
Walker was taken aback for a moment, wondering if it was necessary, people were held in the building and dared not move, what else could they do?
However, at this moment, the roar of the engine came from a distance.
Gale was startled, and immediately raised his binoculars, looking in the direction where the sound of the engine came from.
I saw two trucks parked at the edge of the forest on their north side, about five or six hundred meters away.
About forty people jumped out of the car, divided into four teams, and advanced rapidly from north to south. And their current position is exactly on the route of the westernmost team!
Also noticing the situation in the north, Walker's face changed instantly.
"Damn it...it's over now."
Forty people! Spitting out one person at a time is enough to spit them to death!
Gale's expression was also not very good-looking.
"Can you make it?"
Walker swallowed and spit.
"What nonsense you talking, how can I hit so many of them!... And I don't even have forty rounds of bullets!"
Not to mention that the moving target may not be able to shoot one by one, even if he shoots the headshot, he can't kill more than forty!
After hearing Walker's answer, it only took Gale a second to make a judgment.
"Okay that it, now we can only withdraw!"
Although the rewards of the task are very attractive, the strength of the opponent has exceeded the scope of their business.
Withdrawing now will lose some ammunition, and if the fight continues, all equipment will have to be thrown here.
However, almost at the same time as he made his judgment, the VM on his arm suddenly vibrated.
A pop-up window appears.
[ Task: Reinforce Winter Willow Camp (Completed). ]
[ Mission (New): Cooperate with reinforcements to defeat the predators! (in progress). ]
Gale was stunned for a moment, then ecstasy appeared on his face, and he suddenly looked up to the south.
In the forest, dozens of figures have emerged from the outline of the forest!
Walker, who was lying on the ground, also saw the situation in the distance, and shouted out overjoyed.
"It's reinforcements! Our reinforcements are here!"
Before the words fell, with the sound of the charging whistle, the shouts of killing in the distance were already boiling.
"Brothers, go!"
"Awesome, one more battle!"
"Kill for money!"
The earth-shattering shouts swept from south to north, like thousands of troops rushing through the forest.
People haven't arrived yet. But the awe-inspiring momentum had already frightened the predators in the village to the point of tearing their livers and sweating profusely.
A drop of sweat fell from Onnu's forehead.
He was crushed by the sniper rifle in the wooden house, and he didn't dare to look out, and he didn't know how long it would take for the reinforcements to arrive.
He only knows one thing. If he doesn't withdraw, he and his brothers will die miserably!
"Get out! This sound is at least a centurion!" Iron Knee, who was hiding in another wooden house, yelled at him.
Reaching a consensus with another ten team commanders, Onnu immediately made a decision and shouted loudly.
"Retreat!"
"Everyone retreat!"
In the winter willow camp.
The predators, unable to hold on any longer, abandoned their bunkers and wounded, fled from the occupied huts and sheds, and made their way north.
The gunshots faded away.
The survivors hiding in the cabinets, under the bed boards, and in the ruins came out of their hiding places.
Looking at the ruined village and the corpses scattered on the ground, they looked dazed, and soon some began to cry, or knelt on the ground silently.
Not so much despair. Rather numb.
No one knows how to face all this, let alone how to take the next road.
The boy found his sister, patted the back of her head, and muttered something to comfort her.
Maanji, the village head of the Winter Willow Camp, found his eldest son who had been beaten into a sieve by the predators on the street leading to the north gate.
He held a shotgun in his hand, his eyes were wide open, and he still held two unloaded bullets in his hand.
The Adam's apple moved, and the old man closed his eyes and remained silent.
Tomorrow, who was carrying a mechanical compound bow, and Quit Smoking, who was holding a rifle, came out from the side of the street.
Looking at the mess in this place, and the miserable situation like a purgatory on earth, Quite Smoking spitting.
"Has this game always been this real..."
"It's always been, and we've seen worse before you came here. Fortunately, there is an emotional deactivation filter, taking off the helmet is like having a lucid dream, and the dream makes your brain feel uncomfortable The part will be blurred, so don't worry," Tomorrow patted Quit Smoking on the shoulder, "Just get used to it."
If you can't get used to it, there are easier ways to play.
Such as fishing, hunting and picking mushrooms.
This game does not stipulate how players must play. In fact, the operator has been encouraging players to find a suitable way of playing within the rules.
Quit Smoking nodded half understanding.
If it was in reality, he would have been scared stupid if he didn't say that he peed his pants in fear right now. How could he talk and laugh with his teammates like this?
We are all ordinary people, not war gods with crooked mouths.
But think about it, the body in the game is different from the real one.
If you really want to be as weak as your real body, how about playing with a hammer and guns?
With his body hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol, he would have to breathe for a while after running twenty or thirty meters, let alone rushing while holding a rifle.
There is no need to doubt, just find any scavenger, he can be hammered to the death...
Inside the Winter Willow Camp, there were flames.
About twenty predators, led by two ten captains, took advantage of the dense fog in the forest in the early morning, split into two directions and charged here.
Without any warning. Gunshots rang out suddenly!
The old guard at the gate of the village was shot to death. Five Molotov cocktails flew towards the village and smashed on the wooden fence and the houses at the gate of the village, officially kicking off the prelude to the looting.
The predators wore coats of hyena skin, accessories of human bone and ivory around their necks, and bayonet-studded Ripper rifles held like spears in their hands.
Screams and howls one after another, rude and unbridled laughter and gunshots made this place a purgatory on earth.
A raging fire was ignited on the fence wall of the village, and the fire spread from north to south, and it was impossible to know how many people came in the smoke.
Men and women ran out of the village in desperation. In the panic, some people fell from time to time and were overtaken by the predators chasing behind them.
If they are worthy of being a prisoner, they will be beaten, tied hands and feet and thrown on the side of the road.
Some people tried to resist at the beginning, took up shotguns and bows and arrows to fight back bravely, and even thought of dying together. Holding the ax for chopping trees, he rushed forward.
However, the cruel reality is that almost all struggles are in vain.
Fighting with cold weapons, these survivors are no match for the predators in terms of skills or equipment.
The hunter who picked up his gun and resisted hadn't fired a few shots before he was pinned down behind the cover by the densely fired bullets. In the end, he was either shot to death on the street while retreating, or he was chased by countless bayonets and stabbed him. up the sieve.
In fact, the survivors of the Winter Willow Camp are not weak.
But helplessly, what they met was not a simple group of mobs...
These people are nothing like the predators they've encountered before!
They are not only well equipped, but also well trained. Covering shots while advancing, knowing when to come together and when to break up when charging.
Even though they had already entered the stronghold, they did not disperse into a handful of sand. Instead, they swept up and wiped out the resistance forces in the village in a planned way, divided and surrounded the fleeing survivors, and drove them to the northwest corner of the village.
There is a mud wall, and it is also the thickest wall in the whole village.
The next house was far away, and there was no place to step on. The survivors who were driven there were like lambs in the sheepfold, waiting to be slaughtered and slaughtered.
With a fist-sized skull hanging around his neck and a protruding jaw, he carried an automatic rifle wrapped in duct tape, fired two shots into the sky, and shouted fiercely at the panicked survivors. .
"Hold your head in your hands and kneel on the ground!"
"Let me see you making any small moves, and I'll smash your skulls with the butt of your gun!"
His name is Onnu, and he is the commander of Gangu's ten commanders. He was ordered to lead the troops to search for supplies in the vicinity together with another commander named "Iron Knee".
Sweeping his gaze over the villagers, Onnu's gaze settled on a few pretty women.
There was a flash of greed in his eyes, but he calmed down quickly. After cursing, he turned around and beckoned his men to search for supplies.
"Hurry up! Take food and valuables away, and burn the rest!"
"Don't f*cking whine!"
"Those who want to have fun, when we get back to the stronghold, we will have plenty of time for you!"
The supplies prepared for the large army were snatched by a group of unidentified survivors. Their boss did not intend to stop there, and decided to loot on the spot, and searched for food, cotton clothes, fuel and other supplies they needed from nearby survivor settlements.
Before setting off, the staff officer in the dark blue coat specifically explained to them, asking them to make a quick decision, and remember not to love fighting, let alone waste time on having fun.
If it weren't for the fear of the prestige of the staff officer, Onnu would not have just left without saying anything, and would have to take the brothers to have fun anyway.
Among the Bone Chew tribe, those staff officers wearing navy blue coats have a high status.
They have never fought a war before, and they have never won it so easily like this.
Thanks to those people wearing dark blue coats, they are now almost invincible. Not only have they dealt with their enemies, but they have also swept across the entire central region. Few survivor settlements can stop them.
The culture of predators is the worship of the strong. Those who can lead them to snatch more slaves and treasures are their alpha wolves!
Even Mr. Gangu respected that staff officer, Onnu didn't want to be caught as a model and shot to sacrifice the flag.
He knew exactly what kind of temperament his boss had, no matter if he was ruthless against the enemy or against his own people, he was merciless.
The more than 20 seriously injured friendly soldiers picked up in the morning were all pulled out by him, and he was very happy. Onnu still remembers what their leader said at that time——
A burden, unworthy of life!
The villagers were taken to the well in the center of the village.
This is the village square.
Food, clothes, things to use...all valuable trophies were searched out of the house and piled up in the open space.
Two predators stepped up, pushed and shoved them with bayonets under their guns, and divided the villagers into two groups according to the criteria of usefulness and uselessness.
They will kill a group of those who can't walk, and use it as food reserves.
Then let the rest of them carry their loot and follow them back to the stronghold.
There, waiting for them will be a cruel hell...
Seeing a predator carry a bag of croissants from his home, the old man kneeling on the ground didn't know where he got the courage to rush forward, hugged the looter's calf, and begged bitterly.
"That's the last bit of food in our family, please... at least leave us some."
The predator was taken aback for a moment, then grinned ferociously, and knocked the old man to the ground with the butt of his gun.
"Where is the old shit come from?!"
Think about how to keep your own life first!
There was a bang, and the old man fell into the snow, blood oozing from his head.
The predator grabbed him by the collar and dragged him from the middle of the road to one side, stripping him of his clothes and dropping them among the pile of trophies.
Survivors around were silent.
The brutality of those predators made their hands and feet cold, no one dared to speak, let alone resist.
The blood spread from the gate of the village all the way to the well in the center of the village, and spread to the depths of their hearts.
These people are devils!
Looking at the grandpa who was squatting in the corner, the boy clutched his sister who was about to scream, and stared at the man who killed his grandpa, with hatred in his eyes.
It seems to have noticed the boy's gaze.
The predator glanced at him with interest, and walked up to him as if he had discovered something interesting.
"That old shit is your father?"
The boy didn't speak, just stared at him.
The predator squinted his eyes, and suddenly noticed the girl in his arms, with an evil thought flashing in his eyes.
Thinking of something funny, he pulled out a rusty dagger from the side of his boots, threw it in front of the boy, and said in a childish tone.
"Give you a chance."
"If you beat me, I'll let you go."
"If you lose, she will belong to me."
The kneeling neighbor gave the boy a hand and pleaded with the predator.
"He's still a child... let him go."
"Did I ask you something?"
The predator pulled the breech impatiently.
However, before he raised the muzzle of the gun, he seemed to be hit by something, and a stream of blood mist exploded on his back.
Boom--!
Thunderous gunshots came from afar, echoing in the forest.
The blood spurted from the predator's chest splashed the faces of the surrounding survivors. People lay on the ground in panic, fled into the building in all directions, and hid behind the bunker.
The surrounding predators didn't have time to stop them, their faces were also full of panic, they looked around and opened fire on the slope outside the village.
However, they chose the wrong direction, and the bullets landed on the snowdrift about a hundred meters away from Walker and Gale.
Seeing that no one noticed him, the boy picked up the rusty dagger on the ground, and threw himself on the predator who was shot in the chest like a rabbit, and stabbed him in the chest like crazy.
The predator was still twitching at first, struggling to avoid it, but blood gushed from his mouth and nose, his eyes were dazed, and he stopped moving.
The predators not far away saw it, cursed angrily, raised their rifles, and swiped at the boy.
The chaotic neutron bullets swished past, and it was unknown where they hit. The boy turned over and rolled to the right side of the corpse, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Damn it, I can't take it anymore!"
Everything else in this game is pretty good, but sometimes being real is a bit redundant!
Walker cursed and pulled the bolt of the gun, aimed at the predator who was eyeing the boy, and pulled the trigger again.
Boom--!
This time it was a headshot!
The predator, whose head was smashed, fell silently into the snowdrift beside the stone wall.
"It's okay, Tomorrow and Quit Smoking just arrived... It doesn't matter if it's a second early or a second late."
Taking a deep breath, Gale calmly held the binoculars. After searching the village for a while, his eyes quickly locked on the man with his jaw forward.
"From your 2 o'clock direction, do you see the shack with the red cloth hanging? The man next to him has a skull hanging on his chest, and he is suspected to be the leader of the predators."
"Saw."
"Get rid of him—"
While talking, Gale suddenly saw that man shooting straight at him.
The moment their eyes met, the man suddenly jumped aside like a leopard.
Boom--!
There was a gunshot, and the bullet hit the snow, splashing a string of snowflakes.
Walker, who was pulling the bolt of the gun, moved his eyes away from the sniper scope with a dazed expression, unable to believe that the shot was actually dodged.
"F*ck? What's going on?"
"We're on the west side..." Gale looked up at the rising sun in the east, with a solemn expression, "I'm careless."
On the west side is a high slope.
But this faces the sun!
Now that the sun has risen and the morning fog has cleared, it is probably the reflection of the sniper scope that exposed their position!
However, Gale felt that things might not be that simple.
The man's insight and reaction speed were so fast that he found it unbelievable.
At this time, Gale suddenly remembered "Bear" who was beaten with a hammer by the Manager in the previous decisive battle with the Bloody Hand clan.
Could it be... It's the Awakened!?
Walker, who shot Miss, did not stop, and immediately adjusted the muzzle of the gun to aim at the next target, killing the predator lying next to the wellhead with one shot.
"The third!"
If you can't kill that leader, it's not bad to kill some living forces.
However, at that moment, a shuttle of bullets suddenly shot from a distance, whizzing past the heads of the two of them.
Although they missed, they forced Walker and Gale to retreat to the back slope.
"Hey! Why are these predators so fierce!"
"..."
Gale didn't speak, silently took a grenade with a wooden handle from his waist, carefully leaned out of the bunker, picked up the binoculars to search in the village, and quickly locked on the source of firepower pouring firepower on them.
The man held an automatic rifle in his hand, with a bipod hanging from the barrel and a disc-shaped drum.
Good guy. Squad machine guns converted from automatic rifles?
"The distance is 250 meters, the fuze time is 6 seconds, and the initial velocity of the throw needs to be more than 41 seconds... No, it has to be faster." He said softly in his mouth, and the wind calculated in his heart.
Under normal circumstances, throwing objects cannot be thrown that far, and it is even more impossible to throw them with the same muzzle velocity as a javelin.
But……
His right hand is no ordinary right hand. Let alone a javelin. Even shells, no problem!
Swinging his arm violently, the grenade came out of Gale's hand, drew a parabola, and smashed towards the village.
The bullets of the light machine gun came quickly, suppressing him back, but with a loud explosion, the ferocious firepower suddenly rose upwards, swishing across the treetops, and stopped suddenly.
The snow that fell from the treetops hit both of them.
Walker shook his head, got out from the snowdrift, and said excitedly while re-mounting the sniper rifle.
"Brother, more than two hundred meters, you are a human mortar!"
Even in Movies, people don't dare to do that!
Picking up the binoculars to observe again, Gale replied casually with no expression on his face.
"My right hand can adjust the strength... It's quite easy to use after getting used to it."
"Awesome! But what should you do if your equipment explodes? Will it be uncomfortable to use the original hand—"
"Shut up."
The location has been exposed.
Logically speaking, it should be transferred at this time.
However, there is a forest nearby, and only a gentle slope on the west side can overlook the village, even if it is moved, there is no better sniper point.
Besides, Tomorrow and Brother Quit Smoking have reached the east gate of the village, and it is time for support!
Quit Smoking with a sickle assault rifle took the lead, rushed in through the gate, and advanced with the support of Tomorrow's bow and arrow.
Walker, who re-armed the gun, pulled the trigger cleanly, and shot off a rifleman who was eyeing the two, covering the two to move on.
Simultaneous attacks from far and near caught the predators of the village by surprise.
In just 5 minutes of fighting, more than 20 predators have been reduced by 40%.
The remaining predators can only hide in buildings, rely on bunkers and obstacles to avoid the harvest of sniper rifles, and stand in a stalemate with the uninvited guests who invaded the village.
Morale began to waver!
"I think we can destroy both of their teams!" Walker said excitedly, pulling the bolt of his gun, "There is no need for reinforcements at all!"
"Don't be careless, keep an eye on your target..."
Before the words were finished, Gale suddenly saw a red flare rising from the village into the sky.
A bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
"We should move."
"Transfer?"
Walker was taken aback for a moment, wondering if it was necessary, people were held in the building and dared not move, what else could they do?
However, at this moment, the roar of the engine came from a distance.
Gale was startled, and immediately raised his binoculars, looking in the direction where the sound of the engine came from.
I saw two trucks parked at the edge of the forest on their north side, about five or six hundred meters away.
About forty people jumped out of the car, divided into four teams, and advanced rapidly from north to south. And their current position is exactly on the route of the westernmost team!
Also noticing the situation in the north, Walker's face changed instantly.
"Damn it...it's over now."
Forty people! Spitting out one person at a time is enough to spit them to death!
Gale's expression was also not very good-looking.
"Can you make it?"
Walker swallowed and spit.
"What nonsense you talking, how can I hit so many of them!... And I don't even have forty rounds of bullets!"
Not to mention that the moving target may not be able to shoot one by one, even if he shoots the headshot, he can't kill more than forty!
After hearing Walker's answer, it only took Gale a second to make a judgment.
"Okay that it, now we can only withdraw!"
Although the rewards of the task are very attractive, the strength of the opponent has exceeded the scope of their business.
Withdrawing now will lose some ammunition, and if the fight continues, all equipment will have to be thrown here.
However, almost at the same time as he made his judgment, the VM on his arm suddenly vibrated.
A pop-up window appears.
[ Task: Reinforce Winter Willow Camp (Completed). ]
[ Mission (New): Cooperate with reinforcements to defeat the predators! (in progress). ]
Gale was stunned for a moment, then ecstasy appeared on his face, and he suddenly looked up to the south.
In the forest, dozens of figures have emerged from the outline of the forest!
Walker, who was lying on the ground, also saw the situation in the distance, and shouted out overjoyed.
"It's reinforcements! Our reinforcements are here!"
Before the words fell, with the sound of the charging whistle, the shouts of killing in the distance were already boiling.
"Brothers, go!"
"Awesome, one more battle!"
"Kill for money!"
The earth-shattering shouts swept from south to north, like thousands of troops rushing through the forest.
People haven't arrived yet. But the awe-inspiring momentum had already frightened the predators in the village to the point of tearing their livers and sweating profusely.
A drop of sweat fell from Onnu's forehead.
He was crushed by the sniper rifle in the wooden house, and he didn't dare to look out, and he didn't know how long it would take for the reinforcements to arrive.
He only knows one thing. If he doesn't withdraw, he and his brothers will die miserably!
"Get out! This sound is at least a centurion!" Iron Knee, who was hiding in another wooden house, yelled at him.
Reaching a consensus with another ten team commanders, Onnu immediately made a decision and shouted loudly.
"Retreat!"
"Everyone retreat!"
In the winter willow camp.
The predators, unable to hold on any longer, abandoned their bunkers and wounded, fled from the occupied huts and sheds, and made their way north.
The gunshots faded away.
The survivors hiding in the cabinets, under the bed boards, and in the ruins came out of their hiding places.
Looking at the ruined village and the corpses scattered on the ground, they looked dazed, and soon some began to cry, or knelt on the ground silently.
Not so much despair. Rather numb.
No one knows how to face all this, let alone how to take the next road.
The boy found his sister, patted the back of her head, and muttered something to comfort her.
Maanji, the village head of the Winter Willow Camp, found his eldest son who had been beaten into a sieve by the predators on the street leading to the north gate.
He held a shotgun in his hand, his eyes were wide open, and he still held two unloaded bullets in his hand.
The Adam's apple moved, and the old man closed his eyes and remained silent.
Tomorrow, who was carrying a mechanical compound bow, and Quit Smoking, who was holding a rifle, came out from the side of the street.
Looking at the mess in this place, and the miserable situation like a purgatory on earth, Quite Smoking spitting.
"Has this game always been this real..."
"It's always been, and we've seen worse before you came here. Fortunately, there is an emotional deactivation filter, taking off the helmet is like having a lucid dream, and the dream makes your brain feel uncomfortable The part will be blurred, so don't worry," Tomorrow patted Quit Smoking on the shoulder, "Just get used to it."
If you can't get used to it, there are easier ways to play.
Such as fishing, hunting and picking mushrooms.
This game does not stipulate how players must play. In fact, the operator has been encouraging players to find a suitable way of playing within the rules.
Quit Smoking nodded half understanding.
If it was in reality, he would have been scared stupid if he didn't say that he peed his pants in fear right now. How could he talk and laugh with his teammates like this?
We are all ordinary people, not war gods with crooked mouths.
But think about it, the body in the game is different from the real one.
If you really want to be as weak as your real body, how about playing with a hammer and guns?
With his body hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol, he would have to breathe for a while after running twenty or thirty meters, let alone rushing while holding a rifle.
There is no need to doubt, just find any scavenger, he can be hammered to the death...
