Chapter 132 Encounter on 76th Street!

  At the east gate of Wetland Park, at the junction of 76th Street and the wreckage of the viaduct, the sound of gunfire and explosions became one.

   The group took the lead in paddling on the edge of No. 76 Street. Before they could go any further, they were ambushed by the mutant team.

  The 2 people who walked in the front were shot into hedgehogs on the spot, and the other 8 people dispersed and retreated, hid behind the bunker, and drew out their weapons to fight back.

  Hearing the gunshots coming from the front, he followed the cow and horse team who came out of the park and rushed to support immediately.

  However, those mutant ambushers apparently also spotted them, and soon a few cold arrows flew towards them.

   Fang Chang, who was shot in the stomach by an arrow, was dragged behind the bunker by Lao Bai.

   "Hey! If I bring a mechanical compound bow with me, I won't shoot these **** to death!"

  Fang Chang stretched out his hand cursingly, trying to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could touch the arrow shaft, Lao Bai slapped his hand away.

   "What are you doing?"

  Old Bai said with a serious face.

   "I saw the arrows of those mutants just now, they all have hooks. If you insist on pulling them out, be careful to bring out the intestines!"

   hiss...

   Fang Chang gasped tremblingly.

  Although it doesn't hurt, it sounds scary.

   Crouching behind the nearby bunker, the fleeing mole in the canyon lit the Molotov cocktail, handed it to the strength player next to him, and pointed him in the direction to throw it out.

  The Molotov cocktail draws a beautiful parabola, crosses the defense line of the friendly army, and is on the position of the mutants. Burning wood tar splattered, turning the wreckage of the old car into a fire, forcing the mutants behind to leave the bunker.

  The friendly troops in front immediately seized the opportunity, opened fire, and at least a dozen bullets poured down, severely crippling the mutants who left the bunker.

  However, it is useless to just be disabled.

  The injured mutants were quickly dragged into the facade on the side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green-skinned muscular guys would solidify and scab at an incredible speed, and they would stand in front of them again in a short while.

Ye Shi was the only one with a gun in the cattle and horse team. After a period of training, his shooting experience was much better than when he first touched the gun, but it was still difficult to hit the target at a distance of two to three hundred meters. easy thing.

   Especially the cold arrow thrown from the opposite side caused him a lot of trouble.

   He dodged several arrows with his high-perception instinct, almost flying past his ears, making his heart jump.

   If you are not careful, you will go back to the forum to OB.

   "Damn! I have never fought such a disgusting opponent!" Seeing the predator who was shot and still looked like a normal person, Ye Shi, who managed to hit him, had already started cursing his mother angrily.

  The last Molotov cocktail was used up, Brother Mole yelled loudly.

   "We don't have any guns, let's get out!"

  These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for moths, but now they are all used on mutants.

  Hearing that the teammates behind were about to withdraw, the edge of the dragged front suddenly panicked, and hurriedly yelled toward the back.

   "Gan! Don't abandon us!"

  Fang Chang who was lying next to Lao Bai was cursing.

   "Then you gave me a gun! What the **** are we going to play, and we didn't even have a gun!"

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "Where are the mosquitoes?! How long do you have to prepare!"

   "It's coming soon!"

   Finally picked up his own box from the corpse of his teammate, Mosquito opened the box in a hurry, and took out the "Storm Version 0.5 Special for Individual Soldiers" packed inside.

   Before he had time to introduce his equipment, Mosquito ignited the fuse, carried the thigh-thick bazooka on his shoulder, aimed at the mutant closest to him, and shouted stubbornly.

   "Destroy Al!"

  The tail flame and white smoke from the rockets filled his mouth, and a huge fist slammed straight at the abandoned bus fifty meters away, and then exploded into an orange-red fireball.

   One thing to say, this power is quite amazing!

  Especially after learning the lesson of [Midnight Kill Chicken], this time the mosquito replaced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead, and increased the charge.

Although he didn't directly hit the target he was aiming at, the rolled up flames directly swallowed a mutant, and he let out a wailing scream as he was burned, rolling in the snow, being beaten by the players in the front row. Looting and beating to death.

   Fang Chang of OB, who was hiding behind the bunker, observed the situation on the opposite side, and said with his brows furrowed.

   "There are at least 10 more on the opposite side!"

  Old Bai: "Why do I feel like there are at least 20 of them!"

  Fang Chang: "20 is unlikely, there are really so many, they didn't shoot at us, they rushed the people in front!"

   It is because the number is not dominant, so the style of play is relatively insignificant, Fang Chang judged so.

   However, even so, the situation is not optimistic.

   There are 9 people in the cow and horse team, all of which are equipped with "anti-moth weapons", which are useless against mutants.

  [Paddle on the edge] The 10 people over there were all carrying guns, but they were caught off guard at the beginning, and now only 5 people are still standing firm, and the rest are either dead or injured, and they are still seriously injured enough to lose combat effectiveness.

   The will of the players is very tenacious. As long as they can move their hands, they will not stop fighting. However, the gap brought about by realistic factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.

  They weren't facing one or two mutants.

   Instead, an entire mutant ambush team!

   This team probably has been ambushing here for a while, waiting for them to enter the ambush circle and give them a head-on blow.

  The greenhouse convoy behind was caught in a dilemma.

  Both Fang Chang and Mole knew in their hearts that it would definitely be bad luck if the stalemate continued.

   But let go of the teammates in front and retreat, those mutants will definitely charge without any scruples and eat all the friendly troops in front.

   The ammunition was almost exhausted, [Drawing at the Edge] Heartbroken, he took off his VM, stuffed it into a fur satchel, and threw it to Fang Chang and his party behind him.

   "Take my VM back! Get out!"

  Ye Shi stretched out his hand to pick up the satchel, looked at the front man who was loading the bayonet on the rifle, and said in surprise.

   "Fuck, brother, are you crazy?! Fighting with mutants?!"

  Brother Edge looked tragic, looked at the love gun he just bought in his hand, and shouted through gritted teeth.

   "Go! Leave me alone!"

  Ye Shi said in a daze.

   "No, I mean you throw the gun over!"

  A gun costs hundreds of silver coins, which is much more valuable than a 40 silver coin VM.

   Edge stroke: "%￥#@!"

   It seemed that the firepower of the prey in front of them had weakened, and the mutants began to move forward, preparing to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

   Just as the edge man was about to throw the gun over, cursing, there was a sudden movement from the direction of the Wetland Park.

  Familiar figures came out of the jungle.

  Fang Chang, who was leaning against the OB behind the bunker, had hope in his eyes instantly, and shouted towards the friendly soldiers in front of him.

   "Reinforcements!"

   "Our reinforcements are coming!"

  Almost at the same time he shouted, dense gunshots came from the jungle accompanied by overwhelming shouts of killing.

   "Kill!"

   "For the Alliance!"

   "For Your Majesty the Manager!"

  The passionate battle cry made the blood boil. Although almost every player shouted a different slogan, this group of stragglers shouted with the momentum of thousands of troops.

  The fearless mutant seemed to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

However, they did not turn around and run away like the marauders. Instead, they were aroused by the charge of barbarism and cruelty in their veins. The players who rushed towards him rushed over.

   This group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, how dare they fight with themselves!

   The two parties quickly collided and started a hand-to-hand fight. The player who rushed to the front was thrown away by a stick, but soon more players came forward with spears, and turned the mutant who rushed to the front into a hedgehog.

  Before charging, they threw away their VMs and completely let go of the restraint and pretense of civilized people.

  Everyone is ready to sacrifice. No one is afraid even if they face monsters that are more than a dozen levels stronger than themselves.

   It’s okay to shrink back in reality.

  Already in the game, still afraid of a chicken?

   Three days later, another hero!

   Both sides were red-eyed, and the scene was extremely **** for a while!

  Those mutants were probably the first time they saw such a brave human being. When they rushed to the face, they didn't turn around and flee, but fought back and forth with them.

"Roar!!"

Furiously waving the stick in his hand, an "elite" who was obviously taller than other mutants blocked the ax that was slashing at him with his muscular arms, and then waved the mallet casually, and the person holding the ax It flew out.

   It's like playing baseball!

   "Come on! You ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!"

   Grass, really come!

   Shaking off the red and white on the stick, the mutant elite looked angrily at the humans who rushed up and ignored him.

   This is the first time!

   At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the crowd opposite.

  The man's breastplate was shiny, his whole body was covered with steel plates, and he held a ridiculously large warhammer horizontally in both hands, stepping towards him with steady and firm steps.

   Sensing a dangerous aura from the man, the mutant elite lowered his figure slightly and squeezed the mallet in his hand.

"Roar-!"

   Roaring again, his feet slammed into force, and he swung his mallet and rushed towards the target who was armed with an iron can.

   "I'm going to smash your brains out!"

  Chu Guang didn't panic at all, he swung the hammer in his hand, and threw it at the mutant.

  With 16 points of strength, plus the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even an ordinary hammer is enough to break down a wall.

   Not to mention, there is a layer of high-pressure nitrogen attached to its hammer surface!

"goodbye."

   The collision of flesh and blood and technology!

  The nitrogen armor that was almost compressed into a solid exploded in an instant, and the mutant elite hadn't recovered from what had happened before he was blasted out, smashing into **** together with the club and his arms!

  Falling next to a trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant elite who was still alive a second ago was dying instantly.

  The hammer not only shattered his arm, but his internal organs were also shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.

   "The manager is amazing!"

   "Come on!"

   "The head is mine!"

  Seeing that the elite monster was KO'd by an NPC, the players who were wielding spears and axes excitedly rushed forward to make up the knife as if they had been beaten.

  Holding the hammer to stabilize his figure, Chu Guang looked at his dying opponent expressionlessly, but was secretly surprised.

   At the moment when the hand-to-hand handover was just now, the strength he felt from the wrist and the tiger's mouth was obviously higher than that of the "bear"!

   I didn't expect that a slightly bigger elite monster would have such strength!

  Combined with that abnormal resilience, it's no wonder his little players are playing so hard!

   After beheading the mutant elite, Chu Guang didn't stop, and continued to look for the enemy with the hammer in hand, picking out those who were alone.

  Ordinary bows, arrows and stones hit his breastplate like tickling, and even scratches could not be left. Hitting with a blunt weapon is a problem, but under the cover of the player, almost no mutants can touch themselves, and it is he who swings the hammer to hit people.

  After blasting the third mutant, the last mutant was also surrounded by the players. He was turned into a hedgehog by spears and javelins, and his head was chopped off by an axe.

  The encounter that broke out at the entrance of 76th Street ended in the victory of Vault 404. Both sides proved their valor with blood, and neither surrendered.

  After the battle, Chu Guang asked Xiao Qi to use a drone to count the casualties.

  A total of 101 players participated in the battle, 15 were killed and 6 were injured.

   There were 11 mutants who participated in the battle, and 11 died.

   Picking up the VM that was thrown on the ground earlier, the players received the battle report from the manager, with surprised expressions on their faces.

   "I relied... 101 people besieged 11 people, and 4 more people died than the opponent!"

"Satisfaction, according to the official website data, the level of mutants is at least level 20, and I feel that it is more than that! Last time ten people besieged one, and they were all beaten, and one was killed and one was injured. This time, they were ambushed and completely wiped out the other side. Anyway, I've had enough."

   "It's still too early to charge, you should shoot for a while before charging."

"It doesn't make sense. Everyone on the opposite side is full of tanks, with thick blood and high defense, and strong recovery power. It's like wearing a tyrant. Even if you run out of bullets and then charge, I don't think the difference is very big. On the contrary Maybe the teammates in front were all rushed to death, and the battle damage was even higher."

   "The greenskins are too fierce, my ax was blown away."

   "What are you? The guy we besieged had three javelins stuck in his body, and he was still fighting with us with a mallet. Later, he shot the guy in the head at close range and killed him!"

   "Is it reasonable not to cut a knife?"

   "By the way, why isn't Roushan Damomo up?"

   "This newcomer is too timid, next time I suggest recruiting more CF players."

   With an arrow stuck in his arm, Lao Bai, covered in blood, limped over with a javelin in one hand and a curly knife in the other.

  Although he was seriously injured, his face was full of excitement.

   Fighting with these mutants is much more enjoyable than chasing predators!

   Sure enough, this is called war.

   Chasing bullying villains, that can only be called massacre.

   "My lord, are we going to pursue the victory?"

  Chu Guang glanced at the wound on his body, and said lightly.

   "Your injury is not serious, and continuing to fight can easily cause irreversible damage. I don't want to see anyone die from serious injuries."

   "Take your teammates and go back to the training cabin to rest."

   It is not realistic to pursue the victory.

  These mutants did not rush into the forest to attack, but chose to ambush at the entrance of 76th Street, which shows that they are not as brainless as they appear on the surface.

  They are not only proficient in the art of guerrilla warfare, but also very cautious.

  The reason why no reinforcements came at this moment was probably not because there was no spare power for reinforcements. It was very likely that they deliberately showed weakness and scattered their hands around to arrange an ambush.

  If I lead someone to rush up, it will definitely be another round of tragic meat grinder.

Why bother?

   Three days a life, even grinding can grind you to death.

  Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang smiled, turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby players to pack up the corpses, equipment and loot on the ground and return to the outpost.

  The corpses were stuffed into several caravans, and the smell of blood could be smelled from far away.

  Looking at the corpse on the caravan, the nomads who were watching at the east gate had expressions of surprise and fear on their faces.

  Of course, what surprised them the most was the expressions on the faces of the blue coats around the caravan.

  Many people had minor or serious injuries, and some people were covered in blood. It was hard to tell whether it was the enemy's or their own.

  However, everyone’s faces were as if nothing had happened, even talking and laughing with weapons on their shoulders, chatting and laughing with their comrades next to them.

  These people do not seem to know what fear is, and regard death as a cloud.

   Just like the **** of war under the command of the ancestors!

  Many unmarried tribal girls not only blushed, but also had wet eyes.

  As the leader of the tribe, Wu Tiefu greeted the triumphant Chu Guang, looked at the blood on his armor, and asked cautiously.

   "My lord, are you injured?"

   "The blood of the enemy."

   Wiped it casually, but it couldn't be wiped off, Chu Guang didn't bother to care about it, and continued talking while watching Wu Tiefu.

   "There is a tribe of mutants on Street 76. The number is at least 30. The exact number is unknown. Keep your people away from there."

   "In addition, if there is any movement, report to me immediately."

   "Remember not to enter the battle without authorization!"

  Hearing that the opposite party turned out to be a mutant, Wu Tiefu was shocked when he saw the blood on Chu Guang's breastplate.

  Holding his fists together, he respectfully said.

   "Obey!"

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   (The schedule is a little unstable these days, I will try to adjust it, if it can be sent out at ten o'clock, I will try to update it at ten o'clock! _(:з"∠)_)

  (end of this chapter)