This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 69: Surrounded by fat sheep?

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Morale?

Desperate?

Fear?

These emotions can happen to anyone.

But it is impossible to appear on the players!

They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they must be natural warriors.

The threat of death meant nothing to them. Instead of bringing any fear to them, the sound of gunfire ignited their desire for battle, experience, and loot.

Taking off the mask of civilized people, they are a real natural disaster at this moment.

Just like the undead who are not afraid of death!

Predator?

Fuck him!

It’s been a long time since the server was launched, and now we finally have some exciting activities!

"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"

"Attention, teams, you are facing the most vicious people in this wasteland. The rules and methods of civilized people do not apply to them, so there is no need to show mercy! Use all means you can think of, Hit me hard!"

"Hit them until they kneel on the ground begging for mercy!"

For this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reserve troops.

And this is almost all the people near the base at this moment!

Fifteen revolver rifles armed thirty people.

Two of them worked in groups, sharing a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm bullets. The other person was ready with a bow, arrows and projectiles to support in the back row.

If a teammate falls to the ground, the substitute will take over.

If you run out of ammunition, fight in close combat!

The thirty players were divided into fifteen teams, and they broke into pieces and rushed out from the east gate and west gate in two groups. After spreading out, they surrounded the north gate.

Since there was no radio command, it was agreed to blow the whistle as the signal.

The other four players with the highest current contribution were led by Chu Guang himself. Carrying the newly purchased 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles, and each still carrying 15 rounds of ammunition, they outflanked the plundering group from the west gate. the side and rear of the person.

When the whistle sounded, the entire forest was filled with gunshots. Bullets could be heard flying in the sky, explosives banging, and it was impossible to hear what each other was saying.

But that's not important!

For players who are not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle situation is, the more excited they are and the more beneficial it is to them. More than thirty people suddenly fought with the momentum of sixty people, and a mere ten people were defeated. Surrounded by plunderers.

If it weren’t for the fact that only the death penalty was exempted, and there was still a resurrection CD left, we had to worry about it, I’m afraid they would have drawn out their javelins, axes, and small benches and charged.

"Pull the gun line, pull the gun line, don't stand still and attack, let's push from south to north. It's noon now, they are backlighting, we have the advantage!"

"If we surround them on the left and smoke on the right, they will think they are surrounded!"

"Aren't you afraid of being heard when you shout so loudly?"

"What the hell, they don't understand!"

“Damn, that makes sense!”

"Oh my god, this is not more exciting than squad."

"Hey, I seem to have been shot...eh? It really doesn't hurt at all?"

The looters in front of the north gate were completely stunned.

They were not regular troops in the first place, just stragglers. The people they met in the past were all soft persimmons, the kind that could be broken into pieces when pinched. How could you have seen such hard-core soldiers who became more and more fierce the more they were beaten?

"How many people are there???"

"I don't know! Damn it, is this really a survivor stronghold with only thirty people?! How do I feel...there are more than thirty people surrounding us!"

"Damn, why do I feel like they are more like bandits than us!"

I only had time to retreat fifty meters.

The looters who had just dispersed were pinned to the ground, lying behind the bunker without daring to move, and could only fight back reluctantly.

The bullets flew around the scalp, accompanied by the fire and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones, and javelins that passed through the smoke.

The air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

They couldn't even tell which direction the bullets were coming from. They just felt that there were gunshots and people everywhere.

"The enemies are on our flanks! Damn it! They're trying to surround us!"

"What the hell?! These cowards still dare to surround us?!"

"Hey, how dare they come out of the wall!"

The captain named Badger was stunned.

It was obviously his own side that came to attack, so why was he surrounded by the other side instead?

He led his team to plunder not only ten but also five survivor strongholds. There are at least a few households and as many as nearly a hundred households, but I have never seen such a tenacious and outrageous one.

Good guy.

Is this a case of all people becoming soldiers? ?

Badger could feel that the opponent's marksmanship was poor and the equipment was not as good as his own. However, his own momentum was overwhelmed by the opponent's.

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and he had already begun to think about retreating.

But these people obviously didn't intend to let them go.

The gunshots were obviously moving towards their side and behind, and getting closer and closer. If they don't find a way to get out, they will soon face encirclement and suppression from three directions.

Realizing this, the blood in Badger's heart was also ignited.

His eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and installed a bayonet on the iron barrel rifle in his hand.

"Fuck! Fight with them!"

However, just when he was thinking this, a strange figure suddenly appeared from behind the bunker not far away.

I saw that the man was holding a big, weird-looking thing in his hand. Its overall structure was composed of wooden barrels and iron pipes, like... a large watering can?

The man put the thing in his hand on the ground, set up the wooden bipod with the nozzle, and pointed the nozzle at it. At the same time, he muttered something in his mouth, accompanied by an almost crazy laugh.

Of course it’s impossible for a badger to understand.

But the nearby players heard it clearly and consciously avoided this madman.

"Hahahaha! Feel my passion!"

A long and narrow fire snake spurted out from the mouth of the iron pipe and showered the center of the predators' position.

Although no one was caught in the rain of fire, it ignited the surrounding dead branches and leaves, forming a sea of ​​​​fire that divided the battlefield.

Thick smoke billowed up.

The ground is burning hot!

There was smoke everywhere, making it almost impossible for the predators to aim.

Brother Mosquito only had time to spray out a tongue of fire before he immediately dropped his "Hellfire 0.2" Sayazi and ran away.

It won’t work if I don’t run.

This thing is quite refreshing to spray, but the pressure out of the chamber is not enough, and the fire burns back along the fuel, burning itself.

Before Brother Mosquito ran far away, his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang.

Fortunately, the surrounding players escaped early and no one was hurt.

Although I only had time to spray it once, its effect has obviously been achieved.

The flames boiling on the battlefield and the almost scorched air around them became the last straw that crushed the psychological defenses of the predators.

The loud whistle sounded again, which was the horn of charge.

The players who had formed an encirclement were almost out of bullets. The ground was full of smoke and fire, and they were even more furious.

After hearing the whistle, each of them seemed to be on stimulants. They rushed out of the bunker screaming, picked up javelins, axes and even bricks, and launched a charge under the cover of the shouts of death and thick smoke.

The surrounded predators had never seen such a battle before. They had always attacked others. How could they have seen someone attack themselves like this?

Morale is completely unbearable.

These rabble began to collapse from the outermost periphery, and finally fled.

One of the three hounds was bitten to death by Jun Jun, another was scared away by the big green-skinned lizard, and the other was shot to death randomly while escaping.

Looking at his teammates who fell one after another, Badger felt despair, dropped the weapon in his hand tremblingly, knelt on the ground and raised his hands.

"Stop! I beg you!"

"We surrender!"

……

In principle, looters rarely surrender. After all, they have never treated their captives well, and no one will treat them well.

But the blue coats on these people made the badger feel a little lucky.

Who wants to die if he can live?

They themselves are not people with firm beliefs.

The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes and ended.

Hearing the gunshots from the base, nearby players continued to come to support and joined in the encirclement and suppression of the looters with a tacit understanding.

As a result, the number of people on Chu Guang's side increased as the battle progressed, from the initial 34 to 45, and morale became even higher.

After the battle, Chu Guang led the players to extinguish the open fire in the forest, then cleaned the battlefield and counted the casualties.

Originally, he had already made plans to use the active substance reserves, but he did not expect that the performance of these players exceeded his expectations.

Although seven were injured, none died.

The one who suffered the most serious injury was the physical type, who was shot in the thigh during the charge.

Fortunately, the bullet passed right through without damaging the artery or bones. Due to the shielding of the ultra-limited pain, by the time he realized it, the wound had stopped bleeding and he didn't even need a bandage.

As for the predators, it can be said to be quite miserable. Five of the ten people were killed on the spot, two were seriously injured and bled to death, and the remaining three were slightly injured and captured.

The only drawback is that more than two hundred rounds of bullets were consumed in total, which directly consumed the amount of one trade and made Chu Guang feel a lot of pain.

These players really didn't save him any money, and they wanted to use up all the bullets they fired.

In particular, this revolver rifle is semi-automatic, and its rate of fire is not low. It can be fired a few times without leaving any sound.

By the way, there are only ten people on the other side!

Is it difficult to shoot again when you see someone?

What made Chu Guang unable to complain the most was that among the seven people who died, four were killed by javelins, bows and arrows, and axes, and only three of them actually died from gunshot wounds.

One of them was shot down by himself with a gun.

"We need to find opportunities for these players to practice shooting!"

No, it’s best to let them buy the guns themselves and raise their own ammunition!

According to this style of play, the fierceness is really fierce and the toughness is really tough, but after one battle alone, nearly half of the ammunition inventory of the outpost was consumed.

With the shelter’s current logistics, it’s really a bit overwhelming.

Fortunately, the gains from this battle are not small, which is a comfort to Chu Guang.

There were ten guns in total, nearly 80 rounds of bullets of different calibers, a Molotov cocktail that had not been used, and two dirty needles.

"What is this?"

Chu Guang glanced at the prisoner squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pointed to the needle in his hand.

The prisoner raised his head and soon hid his fear.

"Stimulants..."

"Is it easy to use?"

"Well, it should be okay."

No matter how easy it was, Chu Guang didn’t dare to try it on himself, so he just threw it away with the pile of loot. Maybe one day some players would be interested in buying it and studying it.

Then, Chu Guang ordered several players nearby to tie the hands and feet of the three injured prisoners together and tie them to wooden stakes at the north entrance.

The outpost does not currently have a prison, so we can only keep people like this for the time being.

To be honest, Chu Guang hasn't figured out how to deal with these three prisoners yet.

I heard that some survivors were hanged directly in the settlements, some were sold to slave traders or mines, and some more curious ones were harvesting organs and selling them individually.

After all, bionic organs are usually very expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary people. In comparison, tissues harvested from slaves or clones will be more economical.

But Chu Guang cannot do such anti-human things.

Besides, he doesn’t have the conditions to do that kind of surgery here.

At this time, Fang Chang, who was carrying a bow and arrows, walked over from a short distance away.

When the fighting broke out previously, the cattle and horse team were hunting in nearby urban areas. When they heard the sound of gunfire and rushed back, the fighting was almost over.

It can be said that they have no sense of participation in this battle.

"Dear administrator, the predators in the north have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should pursue the victory! Don't give them any chance to breathe and end this mystery once and for all!"

"That's right!"

"Kill them!"

Looking at the eager players around him, Chu Guang thought for a moment and finally shook his head.

“We are not yet in a position to take the initiative.”

Woodland combat and urban combat are completely different concepts. The former is your home field, while the latter is the home field of the predators.

Drawing these players into the city to fight street battles with the looters and rush into minefields is basically the same as giving away their heads.

The resurrection CD is at least three days, so you have to be cautious.

According to the intelligence obtained by Mr. Junk through several investigations, the tribe of predators located in the abandoned tire factory had at least fifty people. Based on the information from Liszt's caravan, it is estimated that this number is around sixty to seventy.

If the other party had not misjudged the strength of their side, they would not have sent only a ten-man team.

The only good thing now is that these ten people have been kept by me. The other party still can’t figure out the truth on their side for a while, and they may not even know whether the people sent to fight against the autumn wind are dead or alive. .

According to normal people's thinking, they would first send a few scouts to gather information, and then plan the next round of attacks.

Of course, they may not play according to the routine.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang then looked at the players beside him.

"Our enemies have rich experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time and are far more familiar with the terrain in the city than we are. Without an absolute advantage in numbers and equipment, it is not appropriate to rush into their home ground. A wise decision."

"Currently our strategy is still to focus on defense, supplemented by harassment. We will wear down their effective strength in a protracted battle, forcing them to give up their advantages and enter our home court."

"I have a strong feeling that the coming heavy snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."

"Before that, all we have to do is trade time for space and do our best to develop."

"Everyone, the war has begun!"