Chapter 80. Who Is Attacking at Night?

Less than two hundred meters away from the wall.

The man with the scar tattooed on his chest squatted in the grass, inspecting the slaves squatting in a circle with his eyes, and mobilized before charging in a low voice.

"See the flames ahead?"

"There's a bunch of guys in blue leather jackets with big boobs and asses living there. They can't hold a chicken, they can't even fight rats and cockroaches in the sewer, all you have to do is rush in and blow it up with dynamite Their gates, smash their skulls with a stick, and then take over their everything and do whatever you want."

"Now, pass the needle on, give each person a third injection, don't overdo it...very good, you guys are great."

"Go, all run, charge forward! Throw the fire bottles on top of their walls, and let them fall into the abyss of fear!"

"This is the leader's test of your courage."

Pairs of cloudy pupils, bloodthirsty hopes were ignited. They are skinny, but agile, holding broken weapons in their hands, like ghosts, running in the forest.

The man with the scar looked at their backs, raised the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The gunshots completely ignited the blood in the hearts of the slaves, and each of them was like a bloodthirsty beast, howling and launching the final charge.

Eighty meters!

Fifty meters!

The scarred man who supervised the battle in the distance was ecstatic.

Seeing that this group of slave soldiers were almost rushing to their faces, the other party hadn't reacted at all, presumably they were all still asleep under the covers. However, just as he was thinking about it, heads popped out from behind the small, potholed slope less than ten meters away from the wall.

There are countless bows and arrows, crossbows and gun barrels erected together! Before the man with the scar could react what was going on, he heard a sonorous and powerful shout from the opposite side——

"Fire!"

Boom--!

A round of flames flickered, and bullets, bows and arrows, and crossbow arrows shot out, swishing into the forest shrouded in darkness. The cannon fodder who had just rushed out of the woods had no time to react, let alone dodge, and fell down by a third in an instant.

The momentum of the charge suddenly stopped. Before they came back to their senses, there was another intensive gunshot. The surrounding companions fell one by one, even beasts would be afraid, let alone humans.

Those cannon fodder who have been injected with stimulants can temporarily forget the fear of death, but the man with the scar standing behind cannot forget it. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He couldn't understand how the other party predicted their sneak attack. What made him even more puzzled was where these trenches came from. Obviously, during the investigation yesterday, there was only one wall here?

The other side.

Mossi, who was lying in ambush on the flank, was overjoyed when he heard the gunfire from the north gate, and immediately signaled to the brothers next to him, and quietly moved towards the west gate with a gun in his hand.

To the west is Lonia Lake.

Normally speaking, it should be the side with the weakest defense. Now that the opponent's firepower has been attracted to the north gate, he just needs to lead someone quietly to the corner of the wall, ignite the explosives, and blast open the west gate.

At that time, there will be chaos on the opposite side, and morale will undoubtedly collapse!

"Boss, I always feel something is wrong." The hunchbacked man whispered beside Mossi.

"Something's wrong."

Although he asked the question, he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

The hunchbacked man glanced left and right, then continued in a low voice.

"The first round of gunfire was too dense. It didn't sound like a hasty response. It felt like an ambush there."

Hearing this, Mossi frowned.

"You mean our whereabouts have been exposed?"

Before the hunchbacked man could speak, he was interrupted by the fellow next to him.

"You really have a crow's mouth!"

"I'm not a crow's mouth, but—"

"Okay, stop arguing," Mossi interrupted the dispute between the two, lowered her voice, and said in an orderly tone, "Anyway, we have already arrived here, and there is no reason to retreat!"

"Besides, our cannon fodder has attracted some of the firepower. According to the sound of gunfire, there are at least a dozen of them in the north. Even if there is an ambush, there is nothing to fear—"

As soon as the words fell, Mossi, who had sneaked to the edge of the jungle, suddenly saw that ten meters in front of the wall, there was an extra trench at some point.

The trench was shaped like a centipede, winding in a zigzag shape, lying between them and the wall.

When was this trench dug? Obviously there was no last night...A bad feeling surged in his heart, and his instinctive reaction made him raise his right fist immediately, signaling his subordinates to stop.

"Stop...no, retreat!"

"Everyone retreat!"

Hearing the voice of the boss, the predators who were gearing up to charge were all dumbfounded. The cannon fodder has already gone up, and his side has already touched his face.

Just leave? Although there are ten thousand reluctances in their hearts, the order of the boss is absolute to them. However, before they took two steps back, several arrows with flames swished out of the fence, passed over their heads, and landed sporadically near the group of people.

Before the predators could react, how did he expose his position, a loud whistle sounded from the trench ahead.

"Rush!"

"Don't let them get away!"

"Aww!"

Looking back, Mossi's eyes widened, with horror written all over his face. After so many years of running rampant in the northern suburbs of Spring City, it was the first time he had seen such a terrifying and absurd scene.

I saw those blue coats who should have been shivering in the bunker, as if they had completely forgotten the fear of death at the moment the whistle sounded, and crawled out of the trench one by one.

Some of them had guns, some had bows and crossbows, or javelins, knives, battle axes, and some didn't even have any serious weapons. They carried a shovel, a brick, or even a bench in their hands. Shouting excitedly, he rushed towards them.

The atmosphere is here. Everyone was yelling, and I always felt like I was at a loss for not yelling.

"Demacia!"

"For the Horde!"

"Awesome!"

The offensive and defensive positions were reversed instantly.

The retreating predators were caught off guard and stopped to fight back, but they continued to run and were chased and beaten again. The scene was chaotic.

At a distance of fifty meters, there was no time to fire a few shots. The two sides shot each other a few rounds while running, and then a hand-to-hand conflict broke out.

The other side didn't seem to want to waste bullets at all, they just wanted to greet them with a guy, and if they got close, they would fight one-on-one and fight in groups.

Mossi had never seen such a savage blue coat, let alone such a savage style of play. For a while, his mind was buzzing, and he forgot who was attacking whom at night.

"Damn! Are these people crazy!"

"Get out of my way! Ah!"

"What the hell is this?! How did I see a lizard?! Staying with people?!"

"Ahhh!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't stop and fight them! Everyone retreat to the assembly point!"

I have to admit that these predators are really good players when they see that the situation is not right, they immediately turn around and run away without even turning their heads.

Peripheral brothers caught in hand-to-hand combat were directly abandoned. Although he was the last one to run, Mossi soon ran to the front. Fighting or something is not important anymore.

What he has to do now is to report the situation here to the leader. The strength of this group of blue coats has far exceeded their expectations. This hidden danger must be solved once and for all before they develop!

The people behind were gradually thrown away, and Mossi secretly heaved a sigh of relief. However, before he was relieved, he suddenly found a figure standing in front of him.

The man was wearing something that looked like patchwork armor, and he held a big, bizarre hammer in his hand, with the hammer pointing straight to his side.

Mossi sneered in his heart, thinking how could there be such a stupid weapon, without saying a word, he pulled out the scorpion submachine gun on his waist, pulled the trigger and swiped it.

"Go to hell!"

Da da da--

When the trigger was fully pulled, twenty rounds of 5mm bullets poured out in an instant. Not to mention a human, even a bear standing there would have to be smashed into a sieve.

However, in the next second, his sneering expression completely turned into despair.

I saw that the bullets that shot out seemed fake, not to mention beating the man in front of him into a sieve, and didn't even make a spark on his hammer.

"What the hell?!"

"Hey, what a waste." Lucius felt sorry for bullets.

The high-speed jet of air blows away the surrounding dead leaves. Before Mossi could recall what the man said, he saw the hammer rushing towards him at an incredible speed.

Is this human speed?

There was no time to think about this problem. His fighting instinct made him throw away the submachine gun with an empty magazine, and pulled out the short knife strapped to his shoulder.

However, the speed of the hammer was too fast. So much so that before he straightened his arms hanging in mid-air, a huge air current blew towards his face.

"Mode B—"

The wind stopped for a moment.

Mossi felt his nose hit a wall, but before he could feel the pain, the roaring air blew away his consciousness.

The instant burst of recoil caused Lucius, who was holding the hammer handle, to pause his arm. Looking at the headless predator in front of him, he was slightly stunned.

"F*ck...is it so powerful?"

Originally, he planned to try out the power of the new weapon, but he didn't expect that the hammer would blow the predator's head away.

The overheated high-pressure air even scorched the large wound in the bowl, and the column of blood that should have spewed out was directly suffocated. Lucius withdrew the hammer, looked at the body that fell backwards, his eyes were a little straight.

This called anti-light armor?!

Rename it to Anti-Tank Hammer!

The players who followed Manager were also dumbfounded. I thought the hammer in Manager's hand was just a hammer, but I didn't expect to have such a powerful hidden skill.

"F*ck?! What happened just now?"

"Shield! Explosion! I saw these two skills."

"Boss is awesome!!"

Seeing the tragic death of the leader, the rest of the predators were frightened, and they dropped their weapons and gave up resistance. The sounds of shouting and killing gathered in the distance.

The players next to Lucius also reacted at this moment, and rushed forward to detain the captives. According to post-war statistics, a total of 67 players participated in the battle, 5 were slightly injured, and 0 died.

The number of predators who participated in the battle was 21, 14 were killed, and 7 people were dropped. Captured 12 firearms, 21 long and short cold weapons, 21 leather protective gear and clothing, in addition to 27 white chips, and some personal belongings.

Great victory in this battle!