The sunset glow fell in the smoke and fire, the snow was dyed a poignant red by the glow, and the wilderness was littered with corpses, like a gateway to hell.
It has ended.
This probably cannot be called war.
More like a massacre! Without the protection of the armor and no reliable cover around, when the shriek of the god of death came from above his head, and the whistle of the charge sounded from all directions, Black Snake suddenly recalled the fear he felt in the forest that day.
The power of awakening can't bring him the slightest sense of security.
He only regretted that he didn't have two more legs, so that he could run faster, or simply grow two wings, so that he could escape from this frightening place completely...
The northwest side of the battlefield.
Under the cover of a group of confidants, the Black Snake, who abandoned his car, finally escaped into the forest.
Facts have proved that this is the right choice.
Losing the mobility of the light armor, it is like an iron coffin on the open snow. A few high-explosive bombs hit, and the gunner holding the fixed machine gun was blown to pieces on the spot, and the predators who used the armored pickup as a cover were also killed on the spot, without even a scream.
"Damn... Where did these people get so much equipment?!" There was a hint of panic in Black Snake's eyes.
And what were those things flying towards them just now?!
How many guns do they have?!
Black Snake felt that what happened at this moment was like a dream. And it was a nightmare!
It was completely different from the information he had obtained.
Obviously, just over a month ago, these survivors didn't even have a decent vehicle, and they couldn't do anything about being beaten by their armored pickup trucks. They couldn't catch up, and couldn't run away.
Now, the situation is completely reversed.
At this moment, Black Snake suddenly saw from a distance that the most loyal and also the most valiant and brutal centurion under his command dropped the gun in his hand like a coward at this moment, and prostrated himself on the ground begging for mercy from the survivors.
"This trash!"
Cursing angrily, Black Snake ran towards the depths of the forest, but dared not stop.
The survivors who attacked them had already spotted them, and the pursuers quickly caught up, biting their backs and relentlessly chasing them.
In order to cover his retreat, the six confidantes who ran into the forest with him had to leave four behind, and the remaining two escorted him, continuing to flee northwest.
Intensive gunshots came from behind.
Those four probably met the enemy.
However, the gunfire stopped shortly after it rang out, and it was unknown whether the four warriors were dead or alive, or whether the pursuers stopped them.
Regardless of what was behind him, Black Snake continued to run forward.
However, at this moment, he suddenly found that his military adviser was missing. That guy didn't know when he dropped the team.
The panting Black Snake asked his confidant next to him.
"Where's Vaders? Where is that guy?"
The confidant quickly replied.
"I don't know. When we got out of the car, he was still following us, but he disappeared after running. Maybe he got separated...Boss, leave him alone, we have to break out from here first. !"
Another confidant also said.
"That's right! We will get this place back sooner or later!"
Although he suffered a defeat and lost all his belongings, the situation was not so bad that there was no room for maneuver.
Black Snake still has six centurions ahead, and they are rushing towards him at this moment.
As long as he can unite his troops, he still has a chance to rally.
The big deal is to give up Spring City, leave this difficult bone to Lion Tooth, and march eastward according to the original plan.
I heard that there is a good place called Red River Town, where there is a fat mine, and it is a paradise for slave owners.
It is more than enough to bring 600 people to kill there.
As for today's revenge.
There will be more opportunities to report in the future!
Suddenly, two gunshots came from behind, interrupting Black Snake's thoughts.
The man running on his left grunted, and fell forward on the snow with a loss of strength.
The other confidant was shocked, knowing that he couldn't run away, so he didn't run away. He took out a submachine gun and shot at the back indiscriminately, and shouted loudly.
"Boss! Run!"
"I will give you some time!"
The black snake who ran ahead was moved.
However, before he had time to say goodbye, he saw that the subordinate who stayed behind to cut off his back was shot in the head by the bullet that was chasing him, and fell backwards on the snow.
Black Snake knew that he couldn't run away.
Those people's speed was ridiculously fast, no matter how far he ran, he could catch up.
Going forward, the snow was getting deeper and deeper, and it had already reached his thighs. Black Snake found a fairly reliable cover, took a few breaths, and shouted behind him.
"Friends over there!"
"Aren't they going to think about themself?"
"I have only one life left. I have nothing on me. Even if you catch me, you won't get any benefit."
"Why don't you look back, just behind you, in my trucks, there are treasures, wine, and women, everything you want can be found there! If you go late, you will have nothing gone."
On the way from the central part of the River Valley Province to the south, he destroyed at least ten survivor strongholds, and looted countless supplies and treasures.
Thinking of this, Blacj Snake's heart bleeds with pain. After working hard for more than half a year, he never thought that he would lose everything before the winter was over.
He only regrets not listening to Vaders advice now.
If you are more cautious, why does he have to see this day?
The two players chasing after him looked at each other in a daze, completely ignoring what he was saying.
Richest Elf King: "What... what is he talking about?"
Irena: "Ghost knows."
Richest Elf King: "Hey! Didn't you say you can communicate with people?"
Irene smiled sheepishly.
"Uh, I only know a few words...should I give it a try?"
"Hey, I can't count on you anymore."
Richest Elf King sighed and shook his head.
Then, using a few words he'd learned from an NPC, he yelled at the raid leader hiding behind a tree.
"Surrender!"
"You won't kill!"
"Reject."
"Kill!!"
Black Snake was stunned, and didn't understand at first.
And when he understood, he was instantly furious.
"You want me to surrender? Just dream! Even if I die, I will definitely not be a prisoner!"
Do those two little also ants want to catch him?
With a roar, he raised the assault rifle in his hand and shot behind him.
The bullet whizzed through the woods and hit the tree in front of Irena and the elf king Fugui, causing a burst of sawdust to fly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Black Snake pulled out the last smoke bomb and smashed it hard outside the bunker.
Without delay as the smoke began to spread, he emptied the last cartridge in the magazine, dropped the rifle, and ran deeper into the forest.
However, what Black Snake didn't expect was that just as his front foot left the bunker, several gunshots came from behind the smoke.
The man completely ignored the smoke and fired at him.
He was shot several times in the back, and before he could utter a scream, he fell headlong into the snow, thus ending his sinful life in a rough way.
As the smoke cleared, Richest Elf King walked forward with a rifle in hand, poked him in the face with a bayonet, and found that he was dead.
Irena also came out from behind the bunker, glanced at the predator who was killed through the smoke, and said in surprise.
"Damn it, bro, did you use perspective?!"
"F*ck off, console games are crazy technology, do you understand the talent? Passionate vision! My hawk like eyes can see infrared light, so let me ask you, am I awesome."
Irena looked envious.
"It's awesome... One thing to say, your ability is really a bug."
Richest Elf King smiled and said, "It's true. Ordinary smoke is useless to me, unless it's the kind that can block the heat source."
Or it can heat itself.
At this time, Brother Mole's voice came from behind the two of them.
"MMP, it's done! How about you here? Have you caught up?"
It took some time to tie up the prisoners behind, and when he caught up, he found that the gunfire in front had stopped.
Irena said.
"It's done. The person is lying on the ground. By the way, is this guy really a centurion? Or a thousand commander?"
The Mole said with certainty.
"Eighty percent."
Richest Elf King looked at him curiously.
"How did you guess that?"
"It's still guesswork?" Mole rolled his eyes, and said as a matter of course, "Look who escaped like this guy, and someone helped to break the heel."
Richest Elf King was stunned.
F*ck?
Makes sense!
Mole went up to examine the fallen man.
"Hey, he's dead."
Richest Elf King scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Uh, I was going to hit him in the leg, but the recoil of the shotgun is so f*cking strong that the second shot went straight to the back."
"That's why you're not smart. Like me, I just picked up their submachine guns."
Shaking the Legion submachine gun wrapped in tape in her hand, Irena let out a hey hey and said braggingly.
"This thing works really well at close range. The 9mm pistol bullet has almost no recoil. A shot will kill you!"
Managers have a soft spot for full-power bullets. Whether it is an automatic rifle or a light machine gun, they all have 50mm shells. The bolt-action rifle is even more outrageous, and the length of the shell is directly 70mm!
Perhaps because of the experience of living in the wasteland, powerful rifles are better for dealing with aliens, and rifles with the small caliber and short shells can't even break the defense against crawlers.
Compared with Type 95, the full length of the bullet is only 58mm, and the shell case is estimated to be 30+.
What is this concept?
In short, the LD-47 in the strafing state is like a burst of "98K", and few people except the power department can suppress it.
This can be regarded as saving bullets in disguise, and handing over the suppression of firepower to a dedicated machine gunner.
Mole glanced at the submachine gun in Irena's hand, and his gaze stayed on the ruler-like magazine for a while.
"You squirt gun... It's okay to hit people, but I'm afraid it's not good to fight aliens."
Irena smiled awkwardly.
"Well, that's true."
But that's okay. She can carry two.
Richest Elf King glanced at the corpse on the ground, and muttered in a low voice.
"What's the matter now?"
After chasing for a long time, I became lonely.
Originally wanted to catch a job, but he didn't expect to beat him to death, and the war score was cut in half in an instant. Now the MVP is probably hanging.
Mole sighed and shook his head.
"Anyway, drag it back first."
...
The other side.
The battle on the snowy field was over. All the predators who resisted were killed, and those who dropped their weapons and surrendered were gathered together, and were driven to an open place to squat with their heads in their hands.
With an idea, the frontline players took off the shackles of the slaves and put them on the predators.
This thing is made of iron, much stronger than a rope!
To prevent the slaves from escaping, the predators made the shackles heavier.
But these ingenious designs are all used on themselves at the moment.
Most of the rescued slaves looked at this side blankly, and hadn't recovered what happened.
Some people have already reacted, but their faces are still numb, standing in place.
In most cases, the slaves in the wasteland will not be freed because the original master is killed, at most, they will change to a new master and continue their previous life.
However, being able to change the owner is not a happy thing.
After all, being a slave to a predator not only has to work, but also be used as rations.
Work for those survivors' settlements, at least they can have a shack to sleep in, and don't have to worry about being smeared on the neck at night and being caught unscrupulously.
Until a week ago, there were nearly a thousand of them.
And now there are only more than four hundred left.
Enough to see how miserable it is.
The players didn't take the initiative to communicate with them, but according to the tasks on the VM, a few people were assigned to watch them, so as not to let them get into trouble.
The guards will arrive within an hour, at which point someone will pick them up and take them to a refugee shelter for resettlement.
"Oh my god... I got rich!"
Standing on the back compartment of the seized light truck, Night Commander opened the door curtain and walked in. He looked around the crowded compartment, and his face was filled with surprise.
Potato!
A whole truckload of potatoes!
"This car is at least five or six tons!"
This thing is not a mutant potato, but a serious pre-war crop. Although I don't know if it is an improved variety, but even the most common varieties are more expensive than mutant crops such as green wheat and croissants.
Especially in some survivor settlements where food is relatively easy, the price can even double or even triple.
These are what Night Commander saw from the setting set on the official website.
In addition to the truckload of potatoes, there were linen bags piled in the corners of the carriages, containing grains of rice, wheat, beans, and the like.
Unexpectedly, the meals of these predators are quite balanced.
According to the latest grain recycling price of the NPC granary, the supplies in this truck are worth at least five or six thousand silver coins.
It is more expensive to buy.
It is common sense to buy and sell equipment in MM's store, and the price difference is zero.
"Wasteland OL" is also similar. The ratio of the initial selling price was 1:10, and after several rounds of inflation, it gradually increased to 1:3~1:4, which can be said to be the conscience of the industry.
According to the battle reward settlement mechanism of the game, these materials will be converted into silver coins as spoils of war, entered into the bonus pool of the battle reward, and distributed according to the war score.
Probably similar to the robbery mode of GTA5, but not exactly the same.
Night Commander clasped his hands together with a devout expression.
"Thank you for the gift of nature!"
Money or not is a trivial matter.
With this batch of supplies, the food crisis in the outpost should be resolved smoothly.
I hope that the price of ramen at the North Gate Market will not increase again.
"Eating" is one of the great pleasures of this game, which is equal to the fun of exploring and fighting.
Especially the higher the level, the more energy consumed, and the appetite will also increase, which is very reasonable.
In reality, he can't even finish a bowl of noodles, but in the game he can eat two bowls without hiccups.
Don't worry about gaining weight, diabetes, eating and drinking with high uric acid, and there are foods that you have never seen in reality, let alone dare to taste, which can challenge the limit of taste buds.
What a joy!
In the wooden box at the deepest part of the carriage, there were still some dried meat with unidentifiable ingredients.
According to his experience, it should not be a good thing, so he put the lid on.
Jumping out of the truck, Night Commander continued to check the next one, when he happened to hear the voices of several of his teammates.
"F*ck, this car is awesome! 5, 10, 15... 40! 40 rounds! Damn, I haven't seen them fire a cannon?"
"What a waste to give them!"
"Hahaha, I am too! This nima is too fat!"
"Let's open the market, I bet our income from this mission can reach 500!"
"Hiss... I'm so flustered when you say that."
"What's the panic? There's nothing to panic about."
"The miner's exoskeleton in the NPC shop, it seems that there are only eight sets left in total? I'm afraid it will be lost in seconds when I go back this time."
"F*ck?!"
These guys are starting to worry about inflation for planning.
However, when he heard that the 2,000 sets of miner exoskeletons were about to be sold out, Night Commander still couldn't help feeling nervous.
The reason why a divine outfit is a divine outfit is because it is rare!
When everyone had no guns, an iron-pipe rifle could be used as a thigh. Who still uses that thing now?
The same goes for exoskeletons.
Now he and Bunny have "Miner I" in the whole server, so the effect of pretending to be aggressive is naturally leveraged.
When everyone has it, the god costume becomes a whiteboard, and he finally has a little advantage, and he has to start catching up with the next version.
The players not far away are still counting the trophies, showing off and comparing each other, having a great time.
This thing is as fun as opening a blind box.
Before the cloth curtain is lifted, no one knows what is inside. After opening it, scan it with VM, and there are still 2 points of war points to get.
More than 20 trucks were not enough, and half of them were counted in a while.
"Hey, my truck is full of shit." Keeping People Under The Knife couldn't help but say.
I'm the Darkest walked over curiously, took a look, and said nothing.
"What shit, that thing is nutrition cream, right? I heard that it is made from cockroaches."
Keeping People Under The Knife was startled.
"F*ck, is there anyone who can eat such a thing?"
"A piece of cold knowledge, the method of the devil jelly is similar to it—"
"Okay, don't talk anymore."
"+1, I'm about to throw up."
"Hahaha, it seems like Boss Yaya is about to lose her job again!"
"Damn it, you're all opening blind boxes?! Leave one for me, and I'll check it out too!"
I'm the Darkest excitedly opened the curtain and jumped on the last light truck, but just after entering, a woman screamed.
Everyone looked over there one after another, only to see that I'm the Darkest when I got into the car, and jumped out again with a dark face and embarrassment.
"How many girls are there in the car...Whom are you looking for some clothes?"
Keeping People Under The Knife and I'm the Darkest looked at each other, and the surrounding players also looked at each other in blank dismay.
"What the hell?"
"Awesome."
"Is it so real..."
"..."
You can also guess with your toes what is going on in the car.
Although it seems like what those predators would do, I didn't expect the operator to even make this part of the content, and it was still in the beta test stage.
In other words, is this something you can see without spending money?
Of course, now is not the time to talk about this.
I'm the Darkest thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have seen a truck loaded with cotton coats and some cotton clothes just now..."
Keeping People Under The Knife guy said immediately.
"I will go with you."
The other side.
At the junction of the wasteland and the forest in the northeast of Starwood Farm, 200 players and more than 30 NPC guards are heading towards the battlefield along the edge of the forest.
Due to the lack of vehicles, they can only go on foot.
Walking in the forefront of the team, Tail carrying the rifle suddenly looked around and frowned.
Seeing the expression on her face, Sisi couldn't help asking curiously.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Tail shook his head and muttered, "Is it an illusion of Tail? Why does it feel like an outing?"
Sisi: "Don't feel it, that's for sure."
Many of the more than two hundred players joined the game in version 0.9 and 0.8. The average level is LV5, a few are LV6 and LV7, and a few are even LV3. They just got the VM.
Regardless of whether they have been soldiers or have relevant experience in reality, after all, there are many things in this game. At least in terms of level alone, the two standing here are considered high-level players.
"Speaking of Sisi, will it be over when we arrive?"
The sun has set. It will be dark in a few minutes.
Sisi: "Maybe, but isn't that a good thing?"
Tail looked back in surprise.
"Hey, isn't it a waste of time for us to run?!"
Sisi: "But if you think about it from another angle, if you can't even win against those thighs, wouldn't it be good for us to go?"
"Damn it, Tail's chance to flex her muscles has slipped away—"
"Not necessarily."
Sisi suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the white snow slope ahead.
The vision in the snowy day is not very good, and the light at dusk is also very poor, but with their backs to the setting sun, they can still see clearly a string of blurred black dots printed on the half slope in the distance, moving fast towards them.
Almost at the same time, Tail also discovered an abnormality.
She of the agility department can see farther, and at this distance, it is more effective than the perception attribute.
"Ahead! There are a lot of people! One, two, three...Damn it, I can't count it, at least a hundred!"
Hearing the player's warning, Ormas, the deputy captain of the guard in charge of leading the team, immediately raised his binoculars.
After confirming the situation ahead, his expression changed slightly, and he ordered immediately.
"Confront the enemy ahead!"
"Suspected predator deserter!"
"Ready to fight!"
The sunset glow fell in the smoke and fire, the snow was dyed a poignant red by the glow, and the wilderness was littered with corpses, like a gateway to hell.
It has ended.
This probably cannot be called war.
More like a massacre! Without the protection of the armor and no reliable cover around, when the shriek of the god of death came from above his head, and the whistle of the charge sounded from all directions, Black Snake suddenly recalled the fear he felt in the forest that day.
The power of awakening can't bring him the slightest sense of security.
He only regretted that he didn't have two more legs, so that he could run faster, or simply grow two wings, so that he could escape from this frightening place completely...
The northwest side of the battlefield.
Under the cover of a group of confidants, the Black Snake, who abandoned his car, finally escaped into the forest.
Facts have proved that this is the right choice.
Losing the mobility of the light armor, it is like an iron coffin on the open snow. A few high-explosive bombs hit, and the gunner holding the fixed machine gun was blown to pieces on the spot, and the predators who used the armored pickup as a cover were also killed on the spot, without even a scream.
"Damn... Where did these people get so much equipment?!" There was a hint of panic in Black Snake's eyes.
And what were those things flying towards them just now?!
How many guns do they have?!
Black Snake felt that what happened at this moment was like a dream. And it was a nightmare!
It was completely different from the information he had obtained.
Obviously, just over a month ago, these survivors didn't even have a decent vehicle, and they couldn't do anything about being beaten by their armored pickup trucks. They couldn't catch up, and couldn't run away.
Now, the situation is completely reversed.
At this moment, Black Snake suddenly saw from a distance that the most loyal and also the most valiant and brutal centurion under his command dropped the gun in his hand like a coward at this moment, and prostrated himself on the ground begging for mercy from the survivors.
"This trash!"
Cursing angrily, Black Snake ran towards the depths of the forest, but dared not stop.
The survivors who attacked them had already spotted them, and the pursuers quickly caught up, biting their backs and relentlessly chasing them.
In order to cover his retreat, the six confidantes who ran into the forest with him had to leave four behind, and the remaining two escorted him, continuing to flee northwest.
Intensive gunshots came from behind.
Those four probably met the enemy.
However, the gunfire stopped shortly after it rang out, and it was unknown whether the four warriors were dead or alive, or whether the pursuers stopped them.
Regardless of what was behind him, Black Snake continued to run forward.
However, at this moment, he suddenly found that his military adviser was missing. That guy didn't know when he dropped the team.
The panting Black Snake asked his confidant next to him.
"Where's Vaders? Where is that guy?"
The confidant quickly replied.
"I don't know. When we got out of the car, he was still following us, but he disappeared after running. Maybe he got separated...Boss, leave him alone, we have to break out from here first. !"
Another confidant also said.
"That's right! We will get this place back sooner or later!"
Although he suffered a defeat and lost all his belongings, the situation was not so bad that there was no room for maneuver.
Black Snake still has six centurions ahead, and they are rushing towards him at this moment.
As long as he can unite his troops, he still has a chance to rally.
The big deal is to give up Spring City, leave this difficult bone to Lion Tooth, and march eastward according to the original plan.
I heard that there is a good place called Red River Town, where there is a fat mine, and it is a paradise for slave owners.
It is more than enough to bring 600 people to kill there.
As for today's revenge.
There will be more opportunities to report in the future!
Suddenly, two gunshots came from behind, interrupting Black Snake's thoughts.
The man running on his left grunted, and fell forward on the snow with a loss of strength.
The other confidant was shocked, knowing that he couldn't run away, so he didn't run away. He took out a submachine gun and shot at the back indiscriminately, and shouted loudly.
"Boss! Run!"
"I will give you some time!"
The black snake who ran ahead was moved.
However, before he had time to say goodbye, he saw that the subordinate who stayed behind to cut off his back was shot in the head by the bullet that was chasing him, and fell backwards on the snow.
Black Snake knew that he couldn't run away.
Those people's speed was ridiculously fast, no matter how far he ran, he could catch up.
Going forward, the snow was getting deeper and deeper, and it had already reached his thighs. Black Snake found a fairly reliable cover, took a few breaths, and shouted behind him.
"Friends over there!"
"Aren't they going to think about themself?"
"I have only one life left. I have nothing on me. Even if you catch me, you won't get any benefit."
"Why don't you look back, just behind you, in my trucks, there are treasures, wine, and women, everything you want can be found there! If you go late, you will have nothing gone."
On the way from the central part of the River Valley Province to the south, he destroyed at least ten survivor strongholds, and looted countless supplies and treasures.
Thinking of this, Blacj Snake's heart bleeds with pain. After working hard for more than half a year, he never thought that he would lose everything before the winter was over.
He only regrets not listening to Vaders advice now.
If you are more cautious, why does he have to see this day?
The two players chasing after him looked at each other in a daze, completely ignoring what he was saying.
Richest Elf King: "What... what is he talking about?"
Irena: "Ghost knows."
Richest Elf King: "Hey! Didn't you say you can communicate with people?"
Irene smiled sheepishly.
"Uh, I only know a few words...should I give it a try?"
"Hey, I can't count on you anymore."
Richest Elf King sighed and shook his head.
Then, using a few words he'd learned from an NPC, he yelled at the raid leader hiding behind a tree.
"Surrender!"
"You won't kill!"
"Reject."
"Kill!!"
Black Snake was stunned, and didn't understand at first.
And when he understood, he was instantly furious.
"You want me to surrender? Just dream! Even if I die, I will definitely not be a prisoner!"
Do those two little also ants want to catch him?
With a roar, he raised the assault rifle in his hand and shot behind him.
The bullet whizzed through the woods and hit the tree in front of Irena and the elf king Fugui, causing a burst of sawdust to fly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Black Snake pulled out the last smoke bomb and smashed it hard outside the bunker.
Without delay as the smoke began to spread, he emptied the last cartridge in the magazine, dropped the rifle, and ran deeper into the forest.
However, what Black Snake didn't expect was that just as his front foot left the bunker, several gunshots came from behind the smoke.
The man completely ignored the smoke and fired at him.
He was shot several times in the back, and before he could utter a scream, he fell headlong into the snow, thus ending his sinful life in a rough way.
As the smoke cleared, Richest Elf King walked forward with a rifle in hand, poked him in the face with a bayonet, and found that he was dead.
Irena also came out from behind the bunker, glanced at the predator who was killed through the smoke, and said in surprise.
"Damn it, bro, did you use perspective?!"
"F*ck off, console games are crazy technology, do you understand the talent? Passionate vision! My hawk like eyes can see infrared light, so let me ask you, am I awesome."
Irena looked envious.
"It's awesome... One thing to say, your ability is really a bug."
Richest Elf King smiled and said, "It's true. Ordinary smoke is useless to me, unless it's the kind that can block the heat source."
Or it can heat itself.
At this time, Brother Mole's voice came from behind the two of them.
"MMP, it's done! How about you here? Have you caught up?"
It took some time to tie up the prisoners behind, and when he caught up, he found that the gunfire in front had stopped.
Irena said.
"It's done. The person is lying on the ground. By the way, is this guy really a centurion? Or a thousand commander?"
The Mole said with certainty.
"Eighty percent."
Richest Elf King looked at him curiously.
"How did you guess that?"
"It's still guesswork?" Mole rolled his eyes, and said as a matter of course, "Look who escaped like this guy, and someone helped to break the heel."
Richest Elf King was stunned.
F*ck?
Makes sense!
Mole went up to examine the fallen man.
"Hey, he's dead."
Richest Elf King scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Uh, I was going to hit him in the leg, but the recoil of the shotgun is so f*cking strong that the second shot went straight to the back."
"That's why you're not smart. Like me, I just picked up their submachine guns."
Shaking the Legion submachine gun wrapped in tape in her hand, Irena let out a hey hey and said braggingly.
"This thing works really well at close range. The 9mm pistol bullet has almost no recoil. A shot will kill you!"
Managers have a soft spot for full-power bullets. Whether it is an automatic rifle or a light machine gun, they all have 50mm shells. The bolt-action rifle is even more outrageous, and the length of the shell is directly 70mm!
Perhaps because of the experience of living in the wasteland, powerful rifles are better for dealing with aliens, and rifles with the small caliber and short shells can't even break the defense against crawlers.
Compared with Type 95, the full length of the bullet is only 58mm, and the shell case is estimated to be 30+.
What is this concept?
In short, the LD-47 in the strafing state is like a burst of "98K", and few people except the power department can suppress it.
This can be regarded as saving bullets in disguise, and handing over the suppression of firepower to a dedicated machine gunner.
Mole glanced at the submachine gun in Irena's hand, and his gaze stayed on the ruler-like magazine for a while.
"You squirt gun... It's okay to hit people, but I'm afraid it's not good to fight aliens."
Irena smiled awkwardly.
"Well, that's true."
But that's okay. She can carry two.
Richest Elf King glanced at the corpse on the ground, and muttered in a low voice.
"What's the matter now?"
After chasing for a long time, I became lonely.
Originally wanted to catch a job, but he didn't expect to beat him to death, and the war score was cut in half in an instant. Now the MVP is probably hanging.
Mole sighed and shook his head.
"Anyway, drag it back first."
...
The other side.
The battle on the snowy field was over. All the predators who resisted were killed, and those who dropped their weapons and surrendered were gathered together, and were driven to an open place to squat with their heads in their hands.
With an idea, the frontline players took off the shackles of the slaves and put them on the predators.
This thing is made of iron, much stronger than a rope!
To prevent the slaves from escaping, the predators made the shackles heavier.
But these ingenious designs are all used on themselves at the moment.
Most of the rescued slaves looked at this side blankly, and hadn't recovered what happened.
Some people have already reacted, but their faces are still numb, standing in place.
In most cases, the slaves in the wasteland will not be freed because the original master is killed, at most, they will change to a new master and continue their previous life.
However, being able to change the owner is not a happy thing.
After all, being a slave to a predator not only has to work, but also be used as rations.
Work for those survivors' settlements, at least they can have a shack to sleep in, and don't have to worry about being smeared on the neck at night and being caught unscrupulously.
Until a week ago, there were nearly a thousand of them.
And now there are only more than four hundred left.
Enough to see how miserable it is.
The players didn't take the initiative to communicate with them, but according to the tasks on the VM, a few people were assigned to watch them, so as not to let them get into trouble.
The guards will arrive within an hour, at which point someone will pick them up and take them to a refugee shelter for resettlement.
"Oh my god... I got rich!"
Standing on the back compartment of the seized light truck, Night Commander opened the door curtain and walked in. He looked around the crowded compartment, and his face was filled with surprise.
Potato!
A whole truckload of potatoes!
"This car is at least five or six tons!"
This thing is not a mutant potato, but a serious pre-war crop. Although I don't know if it is an improved variety, but even the most common varieties are more expensive than mutant crops such as green wheat and croissants.
Especially in some survivor settlements where food is relatively easy, the price can even double or even triple.
These are what Night Commander saw from the setting set on the official website.
In addition to the truckload of potatoes, there were linen bags piled in the corners of the carriages, containing grains of rice, wheat, beans, and the like.
Unexpectedly, the meals of these predators are quite balanced.
According to the latest grain recycling price of the NPC granary, the supplies in this truck are worth at least five or six thousand silver coins.
It is more expensive to buy.
It is common sense to buy and sell equipment in MM's store, and the price difference is zero.
"Wasteland OL" is also similar. The ratio of the initial selling price was 1:10, and after several rounds of inflation, it gradually increased to 1:3~1:4, which can be said to be the conscience of the industry.
According to the battle reward settlement mechanism of the game, these materials will be converted into silver coins as spoils of war, entered into the bonus pool of the battle reward, and distributed according to the war score.
Probably similar to the robbery mode of GTA5, but not exactly the same.
Night Commander clasped his hands together with a devout expression.
"Thank you for the gift of nature!"
Money or not is a trivial matter.
With this batch of supplies, the food crisis in the outpost should be resolved smoothly.
I hope that the price of ramen at the North Gate Market will not increase again.
"Eating" is one of the great pleasures of this game, which is equal to the fun of exploring and fighting.
Especially the higher the level, the more energy consumed, and the appetite will also increase, which is very reasonable.
In reality, he can't even finish a bowl of noodles, but in the game he can eat two bowls without hiccups.
Don't worry about gaining weight, diabetes, eating and drinking with high uric acid, and there are foods that you have never seen in reality, let alone dare to taste, which can challenge the limit of taste buds.
What a joy!
In the wooden box at the deepest part of the carriage, there were still some dried meat with unidentifiable ingredients.
According to his experience, it should not be a good thing, so he put the lid on.
Jumping out of the truck, Night Commander continued to check the next one, when he happened to hear the voices of several of his teammates.
"F*ck, this car is awesome! 5, 10, 15... 40! 40 rounds! Damn, I haven't seen them fire a cannon?"
"What a waste to give them!"
"Hahaha, I am too! This nima is too fat!"
"Let's open the market, I bet our income from this mission can reach 500!"
"Hiss... I'm so flustered when you say that."
"What's the panic? There's nothing to panic about."
"The miner's exoskeleton in the NPC shop, it seems that there are only eight sets left in total? I'm afraid it will be lost in seconds when I go back this time."
"F*ck?!"
These guys are starting to worry about inflation for planning.
However, when he heard that the 2,000 sets of miner exoskeletons were about to be sold out, Night Commander still couldn't help feeling nervous.
The reason why a divine outfit is a divine outfit is because it is rare!
When everyone had no guns, an iron-pipe rifle could be used as a thigh. Who still uses that thing now?
The same goes for exoskeletons.
Now he and Bunny have "Miner I" in the whole server, so the effect of pretending to be aggressive is naturally leveraged.
When everyone has it, the god costume becomes a whiteboard, and he finally has a little advantage, and he has to start catching up with the next version.
The players not far away are still counting the trophies, showing off and comparing each other, having a great time.
This thing is as fun as opening a blind box.
Before the cloth curtain is lifted, no one knows what is inside. After opening it, scan it with VM, and there are still 2 points of war points to get.
More than 20 trucks were not enough, and half of them were counted in a while.
"Hey, my truck is full of shit." Keeping People Under The Knife couldn't help but say.
I'm the Darkest walked over curiously, took a look, and said nothing.
"What shit, that thing is nutrition cream, right? I heard that it is made from cockroaches."
Keeping People Under The Knife was startled.
"F*ck, is there anyone who can eat such a thing?"
"A piece of cold knowledge, the method of the devil jelly is similar to it—"
"Okay, don't talk anymore."
"+1, I'm about to throw up."
"Hahaha, it seems like Boss Yaya is about to lose her job again!"
"Damn it, you're all opening blind boxes?! Leave one for me, and I'll check it out too!"
I'm the Darkest excitedly opened the curtain and jumped on the last light truck, but just after entering, a woman screamed.
Everyone looked over there one after another, only to see that I'm the Darkest when I got into the car, and jumped out again with a dark face and embarrassment.
"How many girls are there in the car...Whom are you looking for some clothes?"
Keeping People Under The Knife and I'm the Darkest looked at each other, and the surrounding players also looked at each other in blank dismay.
"What the hell?"
"Awesome."
"Is it so real..."
"..."
You can also guess with your toes what is going on in the car.
Although it seems like what those predators would do, I didn't expect the operator to even make this part of the content, and it was still in the beta test stage.
In other words, is this something you can see without spending money?
Of course, now is not the time to talk about this.
I'm the Darkest thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have seen a truck loaded with cotton coats and some cotton clothes just now..."
Keeping People Under The Knife guy said immediately.
"I will go with you."
The other side.
At the junction of the wasteland and the forest in the northeast of Starwood Farm, 200 players and more than 30 NPC guards are heading towards the battlefield along the edge of the forest.
Due to the lack of vehicles, they can only go on foot.
Walking in the forefront of the team, Tail carrying the rifle suddenly looked around and frowned.
Seeing the expression on her face, Sisi couldn't help asking curiously.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Tail shook his head and muttered, "Is it an illusion of Tail? Why does it feel like an outing?"
Sisi: "Don't feel it, that's for sure."
Many of the more than two hundred players joined the game in version 0.9 and 0.8. The average level is LV5, a few are LV6 and LV7, and a few are even LV3. They just got the VM.
Regardless of whether they have been soldiers or have relevant experience in reality, after all, there are many things in this game. At least in terms of level alone, the two standing here are considered high-level players.
"Speaking of Sisi, will it be over when we arrive?"
The sun has set. It will be dark in a few minutes.
Sisi: "Maybe, but isn't that a good thing?"
Tail looked back in surprise.
"Hey, isn't it a waste of time for us to run?!"
Sisi: "But if you think about it from another angle, if you can't even win against those thighs, wouldn't it be good for us to go?"
"Damn it, Tail's chance to flex her muscles has slipped away—"
"Not necessarily."
Sisi suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the white snow slope ahead.
The vision in the snowy day is not very good, and the light at dusk is also very poor, but with their backs to the setting sun, they can still see clearly a string of blurred black dots printed on the half slope in the distance, moving fast towards them.
Almost at the same time, Tail also discovered an abnormality.
She of the agility department can see farther, and at this distance, it is more effective than the perception attribute.
"Ahead! There are a lot of people! One, two, three...Damn it, I can't count it, at least a hundred!"
Hearing the player's warning, Ormas, the deputy captain of the guard in charge of leading the team, immediately raised his binoculars.
After confirming the situation ahead, his expression changed slightly, and he ordered immediately.
"Confront the enemy ahead!"
"Suspected predator deserter!"
"Ready to fight!"
