Chapter 233 Destruction! captive! Loot!

  Sunset glow fell in smoke and fire, the snow was dyed a poignant red by the glow, and the wilderness was strewn with corpses, like a gateway to hell.

It has ended.

   This probably cannot be called war.

   It's more like a massacre!

  Without the protection of armor and no reliable shelters around, when the shriek of death came from above his head, and the whistle of charging sounded from all directions, Yu suddenly recalled the fear he felt in the forest that day.

  The awakened power did not bring him the slightest sense of security.

  He only hated himself for not having two more legs, so that he could run faster, or simply grow two wings, and 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.

   Lost the mobility of the light armor, like an iron coffin in 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 looters who used the armored pickup truck 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 everything that happened at this moment was like a dream.

   And still a nightmare!

  It is completely different from the information he has mastered.

  Obviously just over a month ago, these survivors didn't even have a decent vehicle, and they were beaten by their armored pickup trucks, unable to do anything, unable to catch up, and unable to 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!"

   Cursed angrily, and ran towards the black snake in the depths of the forest, but didn't dare to 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 henchmen who ran into the forest with him had to leave four behind, and the remaining two escorted him, and continued to flee northwest.

   Intensive gunshots came from behind.

  Those four people 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.

   Ignoring what was behind him, Black Snake continued to run forward.

  However, at this moment, he suddenly found that his military adviser had disappeared.

  That guy didn't know when he dropped out of the team.

   Panting, Black Snake asked his confidant next to him.

   "Where's Wilders? Where is that guy?"

  The confidant quickly replied.

"I don't know, when we got off the car, he was still following us, but he disappeared after running, maybe he got separated...Boss, please leave him alone, we have to break through here first! "

   Another confidant also said.

   "Yes! Keeping the green hills alive is not afraid of running out of firewood. We will get this place back sooner or later!"

  Although he lost a battle and lost all his belongings, the situation is not so bad that there is 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.

   At worst, give up Qingquan 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.

  He led 600 people to kill there, which was more than enough to knock down there.

   As for today's revenge.

   In the future, there will be plenty of opportunities to report!

  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 used a big tree surrounded by a person as a cover, took out a submachine gun and shot at the back indiscriminately, and shouted loudly.

   "Boss! Run!"

   "I will cut off the heir for you!"

  Hei Snake, who ran ahead, was moved in his heart.

  However, before he had time to say goodbye, he saw that the subordinate who stayed behind to cut off his hindquarters was shot in the head by the bullet that was chasing him, and fell backward on the snow.

  Black Snake knew that he couldn't run away.

  The speed of those people is ridiculously fast, no matter how far he runs, he can 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 you going to think about yourself?"

   "I have only one life left. I have nothing on me. Even if you catch me, you won't get any benefits."

"Why don't you look back, just behind you, in those trucks of mine, there are treasures, wine, and women, everything you want can be found there! If you go late, you will have nothing gone."

  From the middle of the River Valley Province to the south, he destroyed at least ten survivor strongholds, and plundered countless supplies and treasures.

  Thinking of this, Hei 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.

   Now he only regrets not listening to Vaders' advice.

  If you are more cautious, why today?

   The two players chasing after him looked at each other in a daze, completely ignoring what he was saying.

  Elf King Fugui: "This... what is he talking about?"

  Irena: "Ghost knows."

  Elf King Fugui: "Come on! Didn't you say you can communicate with others?"

  Irena smiled shyly.

   "Uh, I only know a few words...how about I try Qiuqiu?"

   "Hey, I can't count on you."

  Elf King Fugui sighed and shook his head.

   Then, using a few words he learned from the NPC, he yelled at the raider leader hiding behind a tree.

   "Surrender!"

"do not kill!"

"reject."

"kill!"

  Black Snake was stunned, and didn't understand at first.

   And when he understood, he became furious instantly.

   "You want me to surrender? Just dream! Even if I die, I will definitely not be a prisoner!"

  The two of them also want to catch Lao Tzu!

   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.

  As the smoke began to spread, without delaying a moment, he emptied the last cartridge in the magazine, then dropped the rifle and ran towards the depths of 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, before Black Snake could utter a scream, he fell headlong into the snow, thus ending his sinful life carelessly.

  As the smoke cleared, Elf King Fugui 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 see through?!"

   "Fuck off, host games are crazy technology, do you understand the talent? Passionate vision! Master's eyes can see infrared light, so let me ask you if you are awesome."

  Irena looked envious.

   "Awesome, awesome... One thing to say, your ability is really a bug."

  Elf King Fugui smiled and said, "It's a bit true. Ordinary smoke is useless to me, unless it's the kind that can block the heat source."

   Or something that can generate heat by itself.

  At this time, Brother Mole's voice came from behind the two of them.

   "MMP, it's done! What about you here? Have you caught up?"

   It took some time to tie up the prisoners behind him. After he caught up, he found that the gunfire in front had stopped.

  Irena said.

   "It's done. The person is lying on the ground. Is this guy really a centurion? Or a thousand commander?"

   Mole said in a positive tone.

   "Eighty percent yes."

  Elf King Fugui looked at him curiously.

   "How did you guess that?"

   "It's still a guess?" The mole on the run in the canyon rolled his eyes, and said of course, "Look who escaped like this guy, and someone helped cut the back."

  Elf King Fugui was stunned.

   What the hell?

   That makes sense!

  Mole went up to check on the man who was lying on the ground.

   "Gan, the man is dead."

  Elf King Fugui scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

   "Uh, I wanted to hit him in the leg, but the recoil of this shotgun is too much, and the second shot went to the back."

   "This is because you are 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 is very useful at close range. The 9mm pistol bullet has almost no recoil. A chug will kill you!"

  The manager has a soft spot for full-power bullets. Whether it is an automatic rifle or a light machine gun, they all use 50mm shells, and the bolt-action rifle is even more outrageous. The length of the shell is directly 70mm!

  Maybe it is the experience of surviving on the wasteland. A powerful rifle is better against aliens. A rifle with a small caliber and short shells can't even break the defense when it encounters a creeper.

  Compared to 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 "98K" that fires in bursts, and few people except the power department can suppress it.

   This can be regarded as saving bullets in disguise, and handing over the firepower suppression 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 water gun... you can beat people, but I'm afraid it's not good to beat aliens."

  Irena smiled awkwardly.

   "Uh, that's true."

But that's okay.

  He can carry two.

  Elf King Fugui glanced at the corpse on the ground, and muttered softly.

   "What's going on 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, shook his head and said.

   "In short, let's drag it back first."

  …

the other side.

  The battle on the snowy field was over. All the looters who resisted were killed, and those who dropped their weapons and surrendered were gathered together and driven to an open place to crouch with their heads in their hands.

  The players on the front line had an idea, took off the shackles of the slaves, and put them on the looters.

   This thing is made of iron, much stronger than a rope!

  In order to prevent the slaves from escaping, these looters 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 with blank eyes, 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 on 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 something to be happy about.

   After all, when you are a slave to a looter, you not only have to work, but also have to 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, they had close to 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, and 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, Commander Quanshui, who opened the door curtain and walked in, glanced around the crowded compartment, his face suddenly filled with surprise.

Potato!

   A whole truckload of potatoes!

   "This car is at least five or six tons!"

   This thing is not a mutated croissant, 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 cheap, the price can even double or even triple.

   These are what Quanshui saw from the setting set on the official website.

  In addition to a truck full of potatoes, there are also some linen bags piled up in the corners of the carriage, which contain some grains such as rice, wheat, and beans.

   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 will be more expensive to buy.

  Buying and selling equipment in MMORPG stores, it is common sense that the price difference is zero.

   "Wasteland OL" is also similar. The ratio of selling price in the early stage 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, enter the bonus pool of the battle reward, and be distributed according to the war score.

   Probably similar to the robbery mode of GTA5, but not exactly similar.

  Quan Shui clasped his hands together, with a devout expression.

   "Thanks 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 have never been seen in reality, let alone dare to taste, which can challenge the limit of taste buds.

   It was so much fun!

  In the wooden box in the deepest part of the carriage, there are still some dried meat with unidentifiable ingredients.

   According to his experience, it should not be a good thing, so he put the lid on.

   Jumped out of the truck, Commander Spring continued to check the next one, when he happened to hear the voices of several of his teammates.

   "Fuck, this car is awesome! 5, 10, 15... 40! 40 shells! Damn, I haven't seen them fire a cannon?"

   "What a waste to give them!"

   "Hahaha, I am too! This **** is too fat!"

   "Let's open the market, I bet our income from this mission can reach 500!"

   "Hiss... I panic when you say that."

   "Why panic? There's no reason to panic."

   "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."

   "Fuck?!"

   Khan!

   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, Commander Spring still felt nervous.

  The reason why the divine costume is divine 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?

  Exoskeletons are the same.

  Now he and Lao Bai have "Miner I" in the whole server, so the effect of pretending to be aggressive is naturally leveraged.

   When everyone has it, the **** 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 their 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 score 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." The battlefield atmosphere team couldn't help but say.

  Quan Shui walked over curiously, took a look, and said speechlessly.

   "What shit, that thing is nutrition cream, right? I heard that cockroaches make black."

  The battlefield guy was shocked.

   "Fuck, is there anyone who can eat such a strong taste?"

   "A cold knowledge, the practice of the devil jelly is similar to it—"

   "Okay, don't talk anymore."

   "+1, I'm about to throw up."

   "Hahaha, besides, Boss Crow is about to lose his job again!"

   "Damn it, are you all opening blind boxes?! Leave one for me, and I'll take a look too!"

  [I am 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 was the darkest when I got into the car, and I jumped out again with a dark face and embarrassment.

   "How many girls are there in the car...Who are you going to find some clothes?"

  Quan Shui and Zhandi Guy looked at each other, and the surrounding players also looked at each other in blank dismay.

   "Damn it?"

   "Awesome."

   "Is it so real..."

   "..."

  You can guess what’s going on in the car with your toes.

  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’s still in the beta stage.

   By the way, is this something you can see without paying?

  Of course, now is not the time to talk about this.

  Quan Shui thought for a moment and said: "I seem to have seen a truck with cotton coats and some cotton cloths in it just now..."

  The battlefield guy said immediately.

"I will go with you."

the other side.

  At the junction of the wasteland and the forest in the northeast of Changjiu Farm, 200 players and more than 30 NPC guards are marching along the edge of the forest towards the battlefield.

   Due to the lack of vehicles, they can only go on foot.

  Walking in the forefront of the team, the 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 Si, will it be over when we arrive?"

  The sun has set.

   It will be dark in a few minutes.

  Siss: "Maybe, but isn't that a good thing?"

  Tail turned back in surprise.

   "Hey, isn't our trip in vain?!"

  Sisi: "But if you think about it from another angle, if you can't even win those thighs, why don't we give it away if we go."

   "Damn it, the opportunity for Tail to flex its muscles has slipped away—"

   "Not necessarily."

  Sisi suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the white snow **** 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 **** in the distance, moving fast towards them. go ahead.

  Almost at the same time, the tail also found 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, Liu Ding, the vice-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 immediately ordered.

   "Contact the enemy ahead!"

   "Suspected raider deserter!"

"Ready to fight!"

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   (Only 6K today, I really haven’t caught up with QAQ)

  (end of this chapter)