Chapter 124 Punishment War

   "Come live, come live!"

   "Are we going to war again? Great, it's been a long time since we fought!"

   "Hey! Why do you only need 50 people? Are you all so fast?"

   "If you hesitate, you will lose!"

   "Can you go with me if you don't receive the mission? It's okay if you don't have money, I'll just watch the plot!"

   "Goblin bazooka is sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins a piece! If you can't buy it, you will lose money, and you won't be fooled!"

   "Give me one, the money is owed first!"

   "Get out!"

  The west gate of the outpost.

  A large group of players carried their weapons and ammunition and ran to the open space in front of the trench to gather.

  The lively appearance did not look like a war, but a holiday.

  Especially a small player who was a special punishment, went to the warehouse and rented a caravan, and packed the gun barrel, gun mount, and shells in one go.

   Even hired a Mengxin from the strength department to help pull the cart.

   "Boss! Yes, can you give me a shot?"

   Mosquito was overjoyed when he heard this, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

   "Must! Good brother! Listen to my command for a while, and you light the fire!"

"okay!!"

  Such a big movement can be seen with eyes.

  The nomads who came back from fetching water from the lake looked this way in surprise, looked at each other, and chattered.

   "What are they going to do?"

   "Is there a war?"

   "They all have guns in their hands!"

   "Who is this going to fight? Predators? Or aliens?"

  Carrying two plastic buckets filled with water, the sisters Qiucao and Qiuye looked curiously at the manager who came out from the west gate.

  The eyes of the two fell on his back—the impressive hammer.

   "It's so big..."

   "The hammer must weigh at least several tens of kilograms?"

   "The armor also looks heavy, is it made of steel?"

   "He's not tired at all!"

   "You can't stare at people all the time, it's impolite."

   "Well, okay...wait! Why do you only talk about Akiba? The person who has been staring at you obviously has you as an older sister, right?"

  Qiu Cao repeated with a blushing face.

   "No, you can't be impolite."

   More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

   Watching from a distance of tens of meters, they looked curiously at the soldiers in front of the trench and discussed what happened.

  Is this going to war?

  War will kill people.

  But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited?

   Aren't they afraid of death at all?

  Many nomads couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats is even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

   Just as the clansmen were discussing, the patriarch Iron Ax walked out of the crowd with several hunters carrying bows, arrows and javelins.

  Come in front of the manager, Wu Tiefu clasped his fists and said respectfully.

   "My lord, the people behind me are the elite of our clan. As long as you nod your head, we will be the sharpest spears in your hands!"

  Chu Guang glanced at him, intending to politely reject his kindness.

  But at this time, Chu Guang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he temporarily changed his words when he reached his mouth, nodded and said.

   "You will follow me in a while."

   "Yes! Your Excellency."

   Signaling Yu Hu, Wu Tiefu and others to wait in place, Chu Guang walked up to the players, and under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, he spoke the lines he had thought up in ten minutes.

"For a long time, the people of Beit Street have endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they are starving, impoverished, and struggling desperately to survive. And all the money he expropriated and extorted, all went to his own Pocket, just to satisfy one person's selfish desire."

"His crimes are too numerous to record. But now, he has not only set his mind on us, but also broke through the bottom line of our tolerance. He secretly colluded with our sworn enemy, the Bloody Hand Clan, concluded a secret covenant, and even instigated them to launch an aggression against us." !"

  "Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Now is the time to let that greedy old leech know what will happen if he **** us off."

   "Everyone, follow me!"

   In the open space in front of the trench, the roar of excitement was deafening.

   "Liberate Bate Street!"

   "For the little fish!"

   "Aww!"

  …

  Better Street.

  Central Castle.

  The study room on the top floor was pushed open, and a guard in a buckskin coat hurried in, walked through a long row of bookshelves, and walked in front of the mayor.

   "My lord! There are many people from our north! Yes, there are more than fifty!"

"How many?!"

  The mayor's face suddenly changed, he immediately got up and rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor to the tower, and climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the castle.

  The north wind hunts outside the high tower.

  He came out of the room before he had time to put on his coat, and he was so fat that he shivered. Regardless of the cold, he grabbed the binoculars hanging on the side and looked towards the north.

  I saw a group wearing fur coats, holding long guns and short guns in their hands, more like a team of predators than predators, marching aggressively in the direction of Beit Street.

  In this cold weather with howling north wind, the old mayor had a drop of sweat on his forehead.

   Turning his head abruptly, he grabbed the guard who was chasing him up to the top of the tower, and roared loudly with saliva flying all over the place.

   "Quick, call all the guards, take up arms and go to the north gate!"

   "Also, send someone to Charlie and ask him to mobilize the Orion on Beit Street! All the men over 14 must gather at the gate of the armory!"

"Going right now!"

  The guard nodded repeatedly, his legs trembling from the yelling.

"Yes Yes!"

  The castle bell rang rapidly, breaking the tranquility of Beit Street.

  The survivors standing on the street didn't know what happened. They thought it was the looters coming, and they all ran towards the house, packing up their things and preparing to escape, panicked.

  Hearing the rapid ringing of the bell, old Charlie didn't panic in the slightest, but heaved a sigh of relief, a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

  If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing I can do is make it happen sooner.

  For example, if a mayor who is full of idiots does something more outrageous and stupid, the powder keg will be ignited, and fewer poor people will be implicated.

   Not surprisingly, he will soon send someone to find him, let him mobilize the hunters on Beit Street, stand on the fence and fight those blue coats to the end.

   Pulling the curtain of the grocery store closed, the old man picked up a crutch and got into the panicked crowd to hide.

  At the same time, the gate of the armory on the side of the castle opened.

  The guards in deerskin coats took the iron-pipe rifle and ammunition from the captain, and then quickly rushed to the north gate, standing behind the bunker and waiting.

  However, the bunker made of scrap metal and concrete garbage did not give them much sense of security.

  Except for a few veterans with wrinkled faces, many young guards had panic and apprehension on their faces, and the hands holding the guns were sweating nervously.

  Big powers like the Bloody Hand clan won’t come after receiving the protection fee.

  Usually their opponents are all alien species, and the most dangerous ones are only a few mutated brown bears. Only in rare cases would you run into predators who didn't open their eyes and came to blackmail them, and those people's combat effectiveness was usually not ordinary hip-pulls, they didn't have even poor guns, and they were even worse than the hunters in the town.

   This is the first time for many young guards to encounter a situation like this!

  Looking around at the guards around him, old Walter, who was holding a shotgun, had a look of seriousness on his face.

  Including myself, there are only 11 people in total, half of them are the guards in the old mayor's house, and the bullets fired in a year may not add up to 30 rounds.

  The guard captain on the side cursed at his subordinates beside him.

   "What about the people? Is that all? What about the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them disperse into the building outside!"

  The young guard held his rifle and said tremblingly.

   "Old Charlie is going to mobilize...it should be coming soon."

   "It's too late," Old Walter looked outside the bunker, "Those people have already arrived."

  Snow-covered streets.

  A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying long guns and short guns, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and spread out behind the surrounding bunkers.

  The distance between the two sides is 200 meters, and they have already entered the combat distance!

   However, no one moved, just confronted nervously.

   At this moment, Walter frowned suddenly, and saw a pitch-black gun barrel pushing out from the corner of the street!

   They still have cannons? !

  The gun barrel was about as long as a leg, and it was probably cast.

  Although it looks simple, no one dares to underestimate its power.

  The captain of the guard swallowed his saliva, finally couldn't hold his breath, and shouted towards the opposite side.

   "Who are you? What are you doing here!"

   Crap...

  Is there still a need to ask such stupid questions?

  Walter complained in his heart, silently reloaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.

   However, at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

  I saw a man wearing a fur coat, raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the bunker, and walked out.

  Old Walter narrowed his eyes.

   Having watched the gate for decades, he recognizes almost every face on the street.

   Obviously not only he recognized the identity of the man, but also a few young guards beside him, whispering.

   "Zhao Rat?"

   "It seems...it really is him!"

   "Hiss... isn't he dead? I saw that his family had a funeral."

   "I remember! It happened last month, it seems that when I was hunting deer in the north, I bumped into someone from the Blood Hand clan... and the second child of the Yang family was also arrested."

   "Yang Ergou?"

   "Yes, yes, that's the guy!"

   While the guards were discussing, Zhao Shu, who had walked ten or twenty meters forward, stopped and shouted loudly.

   "Folks, I'm Zhaoshu! I'm here to help you!"

   "Help us?"

  The captain of the guard behind the bunker smiled coldly, and shouted at Zhao Shuli who was standing in the snow, "Is this the way you help us?"

  Seeing the captain of the guard, Zhao Shu was instinctively frightened.

   But thinking of the dozens of soldiers behind him supporting him, and thinking of the words that the lord manager had said to him earlier, the flames in his eyes were rekindled, and his waist that had just bent a little bit straightened up again.

  Looking at the fellow countrymen behind the bunker, he raised his volume and said loudly.

"A month ago, the second child of the Yang family and I went to hunt deer in the north. Unfortunately, we were captured by the predators of the Blood Hand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was going to die, we My neighbors...these people behind me rescued me from the raider's dungeon."

  There was a commotion among the guards behind the bunker, with surprise on their faces.

   Saved from the raider's dungeon?

   This means that the Bloody Hand clan has been taken away by them? !

  Zhao Shu did not pause and continued.

"They not only gave me food, clothes, fuel, but also arranged work and shelter for me, and kept me from starvation and cold. They not only accepted me, but also accepted other prisoners who were rescued together. There is nothing else to say about these Meaning, I just want you to know that they're not our enemies—"

"Nonsense!" The captain of the guard yelled, "You unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wagged your tail and begged them for mercy, willing to be their dog, and even killed your fangs. against your fellow man! Where is your conscience?"

   Zhao Shu got angry and roared loudly.

"Conscience? Are you ashamed to say conscience? You tell me loudly, who is the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf? We scavenge, hunt, and exchange our lives for chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year and endure his pain. Exploitation, use the money he earns to buy the garbage he picks up, and get rid of those predators outside to **** on his head!"

"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the marauders? He never protected anyone, he only had eyes for himself, and he didn't even step out of his lap when we needed him One step to the castle!"

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lived in the castle was the same as the people of the Bloody Hand clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor those predators, and even helped those villains to **** our flesh and blood together! You think Am I kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloody Hand clan, trying to encourage those villains to rob our neighbors!"

   As he spoke, Zhao Shu took out a letter from his pocket and held it up high.

   "Shall I read it to you?"

  Hearing this sentence, Old Walter's eyes widened.

  The young guards next to them also showed surprised expressions on their faces.

  The old mayor and the **** hand clan are in the same group?

real or fake? !

  Looking at the shaken eyes of the surrounding guards, the captain of the guard sweated on his forehead.

  His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not thought up by this country bumpkin who doesn't even know the words.

   Someone must have taught him to say it!

  If this guy is allowed to continue talking, this battle may have already been lost without a fight.

  As the direct descendant of the mayor, he is also a vested interest. Whether right or wrong, the position of the captain of the guard has been decided, and he must stand on the side of the mayor.

   Besides, the situation is actually not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beit Street.

  Now that the armory has been opened, as long as old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, they may not lose in a fight!

   Quickly made a judgment, looking at Zhao Shu who had started to read the letter, the captain of the guard roared loudly.

   "Fire!"

   However, the gunshots did not ring out, and no one responded to his order at all.

  Listening to the flattering and ingratiating content of the letter, not only the young guards, but even Old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time.

  The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes sprayed with anger.

  He didn't wait any longer, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the country bumpkin who was pretending to be reading the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

  whoosh—

  Shou's first bullet flew past Zhao Shu's face and hit the snowdrift behind him. He was so frightened that he immediately jumped aside and hid behind the car wreckage buried in heavy snow.

  Old Walter's face changed, and he looked in horror at the captain of the guard who pulled the bolt and continued to shoot, and said in a voice.

"Are you crazy!?"

  The captain of the guard glared at him viciously, and then at the guards huddled behind the bunker.

   "How polite are you and the predator! Hit me if you don't want to die!"

  Across the street, looking at the bullet marks not far away, the players not only didn't panic at all, but shouted excitedly.

   "Boss! The other side is firing!"

   "Stop talking nonsense with them, let's do it!"

   "Flash 'em!"

  Although there are some differences from the plan, since the opposite side has already opened fire.

  Chu Guang didn't hesitate anymore, he looked at the mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.

"beat!"

   "Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave Mengxin a look at the gun emplacement, and shouted excitedly, "Destroy El!"

  Shooting Zhu Yuan has already been set, and Mengxin of the power department immediately ignited the fuze behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.

   Bang—!

  Fire and white smoke sprayed out, and the thunder-like shells drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Beit Street.

   "Boom!"

  Accompanied by thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden gate exploded as if struck by lightning!

  The captain of the guard who was standing behind the bunker and opened fire was suddenly scared and retreated behind the bunker.

  At this time, a whistle sounded from far away in the street, followed by a shocking shout of killing, like rolling waves rushing towards the defensive position.

   "Fire! Hit me!"

  He roared and ordered the guards around him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.

  The morale that was already low was shattered by the sound of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking your head out and shooting, it is considered brave to not leave the bunker and escape.

   Seeing that the other guards had been scared out of their wits, Old Walter couldn't help but think of what happened a long time ago.

   Long, long ago, when he was young, Beit Street was ransacked once by a raiding party of the Bloody Hand clan.

  At that time, there were 12 people in the guard, and they were killed by 11 people, and only two people survived.

   So what if the Orion in the town is successfully mobilized?

   These people are ruthless people who have even leveled the old lair of the Bloody Hand clan.

   Besides...

  Old Walter just recognized the person who ordered the attack. It was the blue coat who had stayed in Beit Street for a while before, and his whereabouts were unknown.

  If these people came out of the shelter, they wouldn't necessarily embarrass them poor people.

   "Surrender... The reinforcements haven't come yet, and it probably won't come. There are only 11 of us here, so we can't be their opponents."

  Old Walter put down the gun in his hand.

  Looking at the captain of the guard who turned his gun to aim at himself, he sighed and said.

   "Why bother? Now that neither side is dead, they may not treat the prisoners of war too badly."

  The captain of the guard turned pale, his fingers trembling.

   "Don't push me."

  Old Walter reached out and held the barrel of his gun without moving, looking at him seriously.

   "If you must fight, shoot."

  “A lot of people will die today, and it’s not a bad thing to be ahead.”

  Seeing the captain of the guard whose expression changed from stern to stiff, and then from stiff to desperate, Old Walter heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly took the rifle out of his trembling hands.

   "Thank you for giving us all a chance to live."

  The captain of the guard couldn't see the blood on his face, and squeezed out a weak smile.

"hope."

  (end of this chapter)