Chapter 566 The fight of blood and fire!

  Not counting the younger brothers of the Big Horn Mouse, there were 23 people who finally decided to stay. Including the twenty heavy infantry of the Jungle Corps, and the "Three Pillar Gods" of Dust Town.

  Generally speaking, if the difference in equipment is not large, with the mutants' HP bar, basic defense and recovery power, there is almost no chance of winning a contest with the same number of humans.

   Even a 500 vs. 500 matchup would be extremely difficult, let alone a 23 vs. 500 matchup.

  Especially in the confrontation on the frontal battlefield, there is hardly much room for maneuver, unlike guerrilla warfare, which still has room to pull.

  As Lao Bai said, this is no different from suicide.

  But the mouse is still a lizard, with a strong fighting intent burning in its eyes, without the slightest fear of the upcoming fight.

  Death is only a destination—

  They are all immortal heroes.

  Walking in front of Lao Bai, Jun Jun wearing a "Hunter" exoskeleton said solemnly.

   "The residents will leave to you."

  If the house is gone, it can be rebuilt.

   As long as the person who remembers them is alive.

  Old Bai nodded seriously.

   "I promise, when you come back, you will still have so many believers, not one of them."

  Jun Jun grinned.

   "Hey, I remembered."

   After speaking, he waved his claws, and then walked smartly to join the brothers of the Jungle Corps.

   A group of people parted ways and headed in the opposite direction from the main force.

  Looking at Trash Jun's tall and burly back, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, "My lord... the big horned deer god, won't you come with us?"

  Looking at the direction the group left, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

   "He is going to complete his mission, and you will see him again."

  Qin Baitian sighed with a bitter expression.

  Although he is old, he is still not confused.

   No matter how strong that adult is, there are still five hundred mutants. During the years he lived here, he had heard that a single mutant had slaughtered half of the village.

   That sentence will see you again...

   I'm afraid it's just a comforting sentence that is better than nothing.

  …

  Among the mighty team, Ogg, who was sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, stared intently at the wilderness in the north.

  In those bloodthirsty pupils, the light of hatred shone.

  Oulu is his elder brother and his father.

   According to the old priest who delivered him, they were all born in the same tent, even the same human mother.

   This situation is extremely rare in mutant tribes.

   Few humans live that long.

  Even the awakened ones, most of them will die in the seventh or eighth year and be taken to the kitchen by the butchers.

  Perhaps because the human being who produced him has impressive strength, he can clearly feel that he is obviously different from other similar people who were born in this world together.

Stronger muscles, quicker reflexes, and a tougher physique... At the age of seven, he was appreciated by the centurion, and joined the same hunting team as his elder brother, becoming the hunter of the clan .

  Maybe it’s because of the closeness in blood, his elder brother took special care of him and took him with him no matter what he did.

The first time he hunted, the first time he cannibalized, the first time he massacred a village, the first time he was awarded the leader's award and the name of honor, and accepted the transformation of the machine... It can even be said that every major event in his life , all completed under the witness of Oulu.

   But Oulu died.

   And the death was extremely miserable.

  When he saw the corpse, he wanted to chop his teeth into pieces, and vowed in his heart that he would use the cruelest way to torture the human who killed his brother until he swallowed his last breath.

  So when he learned from the leader that the murderer who killed his brother was hiding in a settlement called Dust Town, and he was allowed to slaughter that village, every cell in his excited body trembled.

  He seemed to have seen the group of mean, cowardly and thin two-legged animals crawling and trembling under his feet.

   Ah, how ugly that is...

   His pupils were not only burning with hatred and anger, but also a layer of excitement.

   "Hurry up!" Ogg shouted with a rough voice.

  The mutant sitting in the driver's seat got the order, grabbed the walkie-talkie hung on the center console, and uttered an excited shout towards the communication channel.

   "Ogg said hurry up!"

   A rude roar echoed through the communication channel.

   "Ogg!"

   The wheels of the vehicles turned faster, and the mutant soldiers chasing behind ran hard, and the hala that fell out of their mouths was thrown everywhere, and they fell behind after a while, panting.

   This is the case every time a mission is issued.

There are always a few dumb fish who can't squeeze into the truck and can't keep up with the team, and finally wander around somewhere, and occasionally bring back one or two unlucky men and women to prove that they are not fishers or deserters .

   But none of that matters.

  The "odd" tribe never relied on those outdated soft-legged shrimps, but on real warriors!

  At this moment, the group of green beasts did not notice that a group of heavily armed players had ambushed on their only path.

  In the forest.

  Looking at the mighty team on the plain, the Piltover paratroopers holding binoculars couldn't help but click their tongues.

   "Damn... how do these animals run so fast?"

  The record of the 42km marathon on Earth has just "broken 2", but this speed seems to be just basic practice for mutants.

  The strong cardiorespiratory ability gave them terrifying endurance, and they ran four-fifths of the distance of 50 kilometers in less than two hours!

   And this is still in the wilderness with no roads.

  Looking down at the mighty dust shadow on the ground through the drone, Voldemort said solemnly.

   "They're starting to slow down."

  The Piltover paratrooper frowned.

   "Did they find us?"

  Xiaoxiao smiled and the bookworm shook his head.

   "No, it should be just a normal tactical strategy, to save energy before contacting the enemy... I don't know if they will rest for a while."

   Paused, he continued.

   "If they don't plan to move on after a break, now is the best time to do it."

   "Hmm..." Midnight Killer nodded calmly, raised his right fist and swung it, "According to the plan."

   Excited flames ignited in both eyes, and a uniform answer came quickly from the communication channel.

"receive!"

  The hunt begins!

  The twenty people were divided into five teams, and quickly moved along the jungle to the front of the only way for the group of mutants, spreading out in an arc from the center of the circle.

  One of the anti-tank teams stepped forward, and four players, including the team leader, pulled out RPG rocket launchers and aimed at the moving convoy.

   Waiting quietly for the target to approach within range, Midnight Kill Chicken immediately ordered in the communication channel.

   "Fire!"

  The moment the order was issued, the four players pulled the triggers almost at the same time, and rockets blasted towards the convoy in the distance with thick and long white smoke.

   Almost no reaction time.

  The truck that bore the brunt was hit straight, sparks exploded in the convoy, and the three trucks broke down on the spot.

  Caught off guard, more than a dozen trucks braked sharply, turning corners, and huddled together in the wilderness.

  If the predators encounter such a sudden attack, even if their morale does not drop by half, it will still make those who have been bombarded hesitate to move forward.

   But it's a different story for bloodthirsty mutants.

   A dozen mutants were thrown out of the car by inertia, but fell on the ground and quickly got up cursing.

  The guys huddled together in the car jumped out of the car with a squeaking sound, grabbed their weapons indiscriminately, and ran towards the forest.

   They're like animals—

  The difference is that they are holding large-caliber assault rifles in their hands.

   "Rush in! Kill them all!"

Ogg, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the off-road vehicle, yelled, slapped the driver on the shoulder, and then slapped the machine gunner on the roof, grabbed the machine gun in the back row, and then slammed into the forest. Sweeping.

  Hot bullet casings clanged and fell into the carriage, the muzzle fire illuminated his ferocious gums and twisted facial muscles, thick and long tracers wove a web on the plain.

  He growled like a beast.

   "Go to hell! Hahaha!"

   The rain of bullets swished into the jungle, smashing the thick trunk to pieces, and the caliber was at least .50 or higher!

   The player who fired a round of salvo quickly ducked down to dodge, moved to a new position and played two more rounds of RPG, then put away the launcher, pulled out the XB-1 "Growler" bolt gun and opened the safety.

   Seeing that all the team members had almost reached the battle position, Midnight Killed Chicken roared loudly, and pulled the trigger first.

   "Free fire—!"

  The explosion of the muzzle of the gun resounded through the forest in an instant, and thick and long tongues of flame drilled out of the forest.

  The locust-like rain of bullets quickly hit the mutant soldiers who were running towards them head-on, turning the mutant soldiers who were running in the front upside down.

  The massive recoil caused a pit to spread out on the soles of the feet, and Voldemort, who was holding the "Howler" in his hand, screamed excitedly while shaking his teeth.

   "Damn it! Brother Chicken! This power is too strong!"

   One shot and two bangs are really admirable!

  The warhead that breaks out of the chamber will re-ignite in the air, drag a tail flame and bombard the target, and after hitting the target, activate the firing pin of the warhead, releasing a metal jet that is as hot as magma!

   This thing doesn't look like an assault rifle at all, it's just a rocket that fires continuously!

  A mutant sentry who was charging was shot in the chest, and a group of hot sparks exploded behind him. Before he could even scream, he fell to the ground.

  The mutant heavy infantry wearing a steel breastplate is also unfavorable. The thumb-thick steel plate is quite effective against rifle bullets, but it is like paper in front of the metal jet.

  Ogg, who was sitting on the off-road vehicle, was also taken aback by the power of the bullet.

A bullet hit the rear side of the car under him, and the sparks from the lasing danced directly in the back row of the car, roasting the two mutant fighters behind him screaming and scalding a scar on his back , so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

   "Damn it! What the **** is this?!"

   It was the first time he saw a guy who could kill a mutant with a single shot!

  Fortunately, the flying speed of this bullet is not fast. It is considered a subsonic ammunition, and it is not easy to hit a high-speed moving vehicle.

   Ogg's thoughts turned, he suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie, and yelled in the communication channel.

   Hearing his order, the eight off-road vehicles put down their tails hanging behind the vehicles, rushed to the front of the infantry and cruised in a serpentine shape, and opened an "S"-shaped trajectory in the wilderness.

  The large swaths of dust and the suspected man-made exhaust not only covered the convoy's tracks, but also provided cover for the charging infantry.

   Staring at the large cloud of dust rising in front of him, he cursed secretly at midnight.

  Old Bai did not joke with him.

   This group of mutants is indeed not simple. Not only are they extremely fast in adapting to changes, but they have even learned the tactic of pulling smoke for cover.

  This hindered the jungle corps' aiming to a certain extent.

but-

   Those green-skinned muscular guys obviously didn't expect that trouble would come from under their feet.

Since the mutants were all focused on the front and didn't notice the situation under their feet at all, the mutant who rushed to the front quickly fell into the mud, rolled a few times on the ground, was covered by the smoke, and then tripped over the rear people.

"Roar-!"

  With an angry roar, the mutant who spat out the mud in his mouth struggled to stand up, and soon found out in shock that the tufts of dry grass in front of him had been knotted at some point.

   What the **** is this? !

not only that.

   Nails were sprinkled in the grass, nailed with ropes, and some tunnels that looked like groundhogs dug were scattered. Although these traps do not do much damage and are crudely prepared, they are extremely insulting.

  The flame-studded bullets were still roaring in the air, and there was no time to think.

   From time to time, someone was tripped by a trap and fell to the ground, and then screamed in pain. The Centurion on the far right of the team quickly slowed down.

  Looking at the green-skinned muscular guys who came to the end one after another, the strongman hiding behind the bushes screamed excitedly.

   "Come on! Poke their eyes! Bite their throats! Fuck them!"

  However, contrary to expectations, those little rats didn't listen to him, and couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

   Startled by those big green-skinned guys who suddenly barged in, a few mice that were still working on the trap chirped and screamed, jumped out and turned around and ran away.

  Even though a certain big horned rat was chirping and chirping nearby, they didn’t listen at all, and just ran away desperately.

   "Damn! These cowardly bastards!"

  Looking at the panic-stricken little rats, he cursed and cursed, but soon remembered that these guys were rats in the first place.

   "MMP! Surely you can't count on these guys!"

  Looking at the mutants struggling to get up from the ground, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and rushed up.

   "Long live the manager!"

   Startled by the knee-high fat mouse, the mutant soldier who just got up was obviously taken aback.

   And it was this stupid kung fu that caused the strong man to rush close and stab his calf indiscriminately.

   "Ou—!"

  The dagger cut open the flesh, and the mutant roared in pain, and kicked him violently, but the kick landed in the air, and instead, he was caught by the strongman and dodged to the back.

   "Die!"

   Taking advantage of the mutant's center of gravity leaning forward, the strongman bit the dagger, using four claws together, climbed up his back along his left leg, grabbed the dagger and slammed it into his throat.

   Thorn!

  The knife cut through the artery, and the hot blood rushed out. The mutant man knelt on the ground with his eyes as big as copper bells.

   "Bah! This blood really stinks!"

   Sighing, the strong man bit the dagger, and jumped down from the mutant's shoulder.

  However, just as he was about to pounce on another mutant, a huge impact came from the side, which made him fly out and rolled twice on the ground.

  The right half of his body completely lost consciousness, and the dagger in his mouth flew out.

   After regaining consciousness, it was difficult for someone to realize that his right foreleg to his stomach was torn apart by shrapnel.

  If it weren't for the pain shielding, this alone would be enough for him to pass out.

  The mutant soldier standing not far away grinned grinningly and rolled down the handguard under the barrel, and the shell case, which was two circles thicker than a thumb, was thrown out of the gun chamber.

   "Grass... shotgun!"

  The strong man cursed and cursed, barely moved his left foreleg, and tore off the pull ring hidden on his waist, and a flame rushed into his waist bag.

  There hung half a kilo of dynamite.

  Perhaps this is the correct way to play the mouse.

  The mutant walked up to him with big strides, stretched out his big hands like iron pliers, pinched his fat neck, and lifted him up from the ground.

   Just when he was trying to figure out what was going on with the fat mouse, the fat mouse, who was dying a second ago, suddenly smiled wickedly.

  Grandpa take the first step.

leftover-

   I leave it to you!

   Raising his sharp voice, he screamed.

   "Long live the manager!"

  The fire burst in an instant!

  The mutant lost half of his arm and head, his body was covered with countless shattered iron pieces, and he fell silently to the ground.

  The flame that exploded in the wilderness, like a stone thrown into a lake, was quickly submerged in the tide-like attack.

  However, in the eyes of the trembling little rats, the inconspicuous flame was dazzling like a burst of fireworks.

  At that moment—

   Their horned rats turned into light!

   "Brother Difficult!"

   Staring at the flames of the explosion with tears in his eyes, Jing Jing, who was lying in the forest, let out a roar, and welded his index finger firmly to the trigger of the "lance".

  The muzzle of the 20mm gun was constantly spraying flames, dragging the tracer armor-piercing incendiary bombs into the noisy bullet rain, like a cluster of flames swaying in the wind.

  Whether it was the traps and sneak attacks of the powerful brother, or the 20mm cavalry gun in his hand, none of them could hold the mutant for a long time.

  The lizards lurking in the forest rubbed their claws silently.

  He is waiting for his chance...

  An opportunity to enter and harvest!

   "Twenty..." Garbage Jun muttered silently, "Even if two mice are killed, I must kill at least twenty!"

  The distance of the last 100 meters was fleeting. After dropping hundreds of corpses, the mutant troop with rifles finally entered the jungle.

  The jungle corps kept firing while retreating, completely pulling the mutant troops into the dense forest with narrow vision.

   At the limit distance where you can almost smell the breath of the opposite side, the bolter with a safety distance of 10m has lost its effect.

   Not even just bolters—

  In addition to large-caliber machine guns or shotguns, long-range weapons are almost useless at this moment when it is difficult to aim at the head and shoot!

   Of course, the same goes for mutants.

  K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton provides extremely strong rigid armor for the twenty players of the Jungle Corps, which can absorb the kinetic energy of bullets at the cost of armor deformation.

   Unless you are hit by two shuttles solidly, or you are unfortunately hit in the vitals, it is basically difficult to want to die.

   The opponent clearly knew this, so instead of lying on the ground and shooting at them, they rushed up to melee the players at the cost of high battle damage.

  Midnight Kill Chicken made a decisive decision, let go of the "Growler" in his hand, and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton.

  The sharp ax blade can split a pine tree thick as a thigh, and naturally it can also split the neck and skull of a mutant.

  Looking at the mutant warrior rushing towards him, this time he didn't retreat but advanced, roaring and slamming his ax on it.

The ax slashed vertically with thunderous momentum. The mutant soldier had no time to react, and he didn't expect that the human in front of him would dare to fight him hand-to-hand. Teeth were chopped off.

  Kicked away the bulky corpse, Midnight Killing Chicken reached behind with his left hand, and pulled down the other ax hanging from his back.

  The pitch-black breastplate is hung with red and white, and the blood-soaked figure is like a ghost in the forest. The two logging axes exude a cold light.

   The mutant warrior who rushed to him was stunned by the ghost-like appearance, and involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

This guy-

  It's different from those guys they used to eat!

"Roar-!"

   Vented his fear in the battle cry, a mutant captain in heavy armor strode forward and swung the mace in his hand vigorously.

  The whistling hammer head dragged a gust of wind, and the terrifying kinetic energy was like a shell, as if it could even make a dent in the armor steel of a tank.

  If you suffer this blow, even if you don't die, you will have to become a vegetable.

  Seeing that the fatal blow was about to hit the human soldier's face, the mutant captain saw a blur in front of his eyes, and then a heart-piercing pain came down his forearm.

  The hand holding the mace was actually chopped off by the sideways ax!

   "Aww!"

  Screaming in pain, he staggered back a step, and before he could stand still, a gust of wind slammed into his face.

   Boom—!

  The blade of the ax that slashed vertically crushed a head again.

   And all of this is just a few breaths away!

"…two!"

  Drenched in hot blood and brains, Midnight Killer glared at the stagnant mutant warrior with bloodthirsty eyes, and the excitement in his throat could no longer be suppressed.

   "Totally insane!"

  He roared loudly, swung two axes and rushed up.

  Looking at the guy who was striding towards him on a shooting star, a rare panic appeared on his dark green faces.

   It was always them who ran away after the weak two-legged animals, watched them stumble in the forest, and cried and begged for mercy.

   No one has ever dared to run like this. Instead of running away, they rushed towards them.

  This guy is by no means the ones they ate in the past—

No.

  He is not human at all!

  The real hunt has just begun.

Twenty players from the Jungle Corps fought a **** fight with the green-skinned muscular guy rushing into the forest. The axes they swung were like rolling meat grinders, and they harvested a piece of meat in the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. A green head.

  For the players standing here, chopping necks is no different from chopping trees, and they are the jobs they are best at.

   This is the jungle.

   This is their home field!

  (end of this chapter)