Chapter 208. They Are Real Warriors!

Outside the Green Battery Factory.

There was a lot of gunfire, and bullets were flying freely in the street.

Suddenly, a predator leaned out of the bunker and aimed the Iron Fist rocket launcher on his shoulder at the gate of the battery factory.

Although he was soon under fire, the trigger was still pulled.

"RPG—!"

Red Face Boxer let out a loud cry and rushed to the side.

Almost at the moment when the words fell, a rocket whizzed through the street and slammed obliquely on the outer wall of the battery factory.

The flames exploded, and the cement fragments scattered, exposing large pieces of steel bars.

A player leaning against the wall was caught off guard by the incoming bullet, and the player squatting aside immediately grabbed his collar and dragged him back to the bunker under the cover of other team members.

Scattered flames blazed in the street outside the green battery factory.

A pickup truck with welded steel plates broke down in the middle of the road. The steel plates on the front of the car had been dented, and antifreeze flowed out from the cracks in the hood and scattered all over the floor.

The Predator sitting in the driver's seat was as shattered as the bulletproof plate that had been blown away, and there was no complete piece of flesh in his body. However, the fixed machine gun at the back of the car was unscathed, and it was still firing wildly into the green battery factory, continuously venting its firepower.

"Their firepower is too fierce!" The Boy On The Construction Site of the strength department tried to set up a light machine gun to fight back, but was pushed back before showing his head.

The predators with rifles stuck to both sides of the street and pressed towards the green battery factory.

Under the suppression of the machine gun fire, the marginal paddle had to take the team members who had just shot out back to the battery factory and shrink the line of defense.

Just one round of firefights.

They lost three players, leaving seven members of Team B!

Although the predators also suffered five casualties, compared to that ferocious offensive, these casualties seemed nothing to mention.

"F*ck!"

Leaning against the back of the bunker, Edge Paddle change the clips cursingly, and glanced at the machine gun pickup truck that broke down in the middle of the road.

That tube didn't blow up the car! How thick do their tanks have to be?! Or is it that his luck is too dark??

"We have to find a way to destroy their machine guns!"

Seeing the captain looking at him, The Boy On The Construction Site holding a light machine gun shouted loudly: "Where are the snipers! Don't aim around for nothing, shoot someone!"

Big Eyes in Debt His nose is crooked in anger: "A sniper my ass, a semi-automatic sniper! I drew the reticles on the scope myself!"

The Boy On The Construction Site: "Brother Paddle! What should we do now!"

Edge Paddle look at the other team next to him.

"Does your team still have a rocket?"

Tabletop Cop: "One last piece left!"

Gritting his teeth Edge Paddle, who was about to order the rocket to knock it down, when Red Face Boxer's cry suddenly came from the side.

"Wait, don't worry, use me!"

After speaking, regardless of the bullets whizzing behind him, Red Face Boxer spread his legs and ran back, and quickly took out a rocket with a caliber larger than his face from the truck.

There are 12 steel pipes inserted in the rocket nest, each about 1100mm long and 20mm in diameter, and a rocket weighing more than half a kg is inserted in all the steel pipes!

Seeing this thing, Edge Paddle was in shock.

"F*ck, what the hell is this?!"

"Shit! Get out of the way!"

As he spoke, Red Face Boxer pulled the trigger excitedly.

I saw those twelve steel pipes spraying flames and thick smoke together! Twelve slender rockets drew a parabola, covering the center of the street with a tapered surface.

To be honest, this thing is not very accurate. But in the face of absolute numbers, accuracy is not important anymore!

Half of the street covered by the rockets burst into flames instantly. At least three of the rockets hit a place within three meters of the truck, and one of them hit the steel plate in front of the fixed machine gun!

The charge of 144gTNT is not much, but its power is comparable to 2~3 grenades.

The machine gunner standing on the emplacement was instantly blown to pieces and fell to the outside of the truck without moving.

The machine guns cease firing instantly.

The pressure on the players and survivors in the factory has been greatly reduced!

Red Face Boxer, who lost the bazooka, pumped his fist excitedly, yelled something, picked up his rifle again and ran to the bunker.

Including Yamola the captain of the guards, as well as several local survivors who fought side by side with the players, were completely dumbfounded.

What kind of weapon is this?!

The power is a bit fierce.

The Boy On The Construction Site seized the opportunity, set up a light machine gun, pulled the trigger and fired towards the street, instantly repelling the raiders' attack.

There are 200 rounds of bullets distributed to him by the manager, and there are still a little over 100 rounds left. If he saves a little, he should be able to last for a while.

Looking at Red Face Boxer who ran to squat next to him, Edge Paddle's eyes almost popped out.

"What the hell? Is that thing is Mosquito rocket?"

Red Face Boxer said with a hey smile.

"20mm 12-pack jab! Awesome, right? I bought it from the market for 20 silver coins."

Edge Paddle: "20 silver coins?! Awesome! Is there any more?"

It's so cheap too!

Red Face Boxer shook his head straight: "No more! This thing is a one-off, and it is said that it costs 200 silver after Mosquito gave it to me, he said that he would never make such a cheap weapon again!"

Edge Paddle: "..."

The predators squatting on the street were all blown away by the rocket, obviously they didn't expect that there was such a powerful killer hidden on the opposite side.

However, the rocket's deterrence did not last long.

Under the yelling of the commander of the ten team, someone quickly reacted, rushed to the machine gun pickup under the cover of his teammates, and replaced the dead machine gunner.

But soon, the predator jumped out of the car cursing, and ran to the ruins beside him.

Seeing this scene, Red Face Boxer shouted excitedly with his big eyes holding a semi-automatic rifle.

"Their machine gun is broken!"

"I see! Brothers hold on, victory is at hand—"

Only halfway through the words on the lips, the face of Edge Paddle turned black.

The same goes for the other players around. Before they had time to be happy, they saw another pickup truck with welded steel plates popping up at the end of the street, and parked directly behind the scrapped pickup truck, using its wreckage as a cover, to hide the body and the driver's seat.

The fixed machine gun unleashed its firepower again, firing three rounds at a time to sweep towards the players' bunkers.

Caught off guard, [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] holding a light machine gun was shot to death randomly, and finally got rid of the suppression of firepower, and the predators started to move forward again.

Feeling the whizzing bullets flying above his head, he couldn't help but curse in his heart while paddling.

Damn you, dog planner! He was targeted again!

"How many predators did this shit kill?!"

Big Eyes in Debt yelled.

"At least 4 teams! I heard that the group of predators in the experimental base seems to have three or four armored pickups in total!"

"Hey! This is halfway through!?"

At this time, another team of players shouted from behind.

"They went around to the back of the factory!"

At the same time, gunshots came from the rear and south side of the factory area, and the predators who circled from the front to the back had a fierce exchange of fire with Team A.

After dragging the legion-style light machine gun from the body of The Boy On The Construction Site, and Big Eyes in Debt couldn't help but say.

"Why don't we rush out? Maybe there is still hope if you rush out! But If we are surrounded by them, we will be finished directly!"

"Rushing now is equivalent to giving away the head! Their machine guns are right outside!"

Gritting his teeth, Edge Paddle, bayoneted his rifle, and shouted.

"Prepare to abandon the fence, we will retreat to the factory building in a while!"

Honestly, this is not a good idea.

The more you are surrounded, the more you should break out of the encirclement. Only by fighting out can the situation be opened. Trapped behind the bunker can only wait to toy around with the enemy.

These predators are very smart, and even use the tactics they have used before, to contain the frontal firepower, and separate a team of people to sneak attack from the side.

If there are a little more manpower, Edge Paddle will choose to let a team of people go out from the firepower gap, and find a way to get around the back of the machine gun pickup.

But now, he has no better way.

It was different from the battle last night.

Although it was also a situation where fewer wins more, at that time they only needed to hold on, even if there was only one person left in the end, it would be considered a victory.

And now, there are more than a hundred villagers behind him!

"F*ck!"

With a curse in his mouth, Edge Paddle shouted at the top of his voice.

"Team A takes cover, and Team B retreats to the factory!"

"Receive!"

Without radios, the command can only rely on shouts and whistles.

Fortunately, there are all old players here, and they cooperate very tacitly. With a look and a few simple gestures, they can understand what the other party wants to express.

The players on the edge of the wall retreated in an orderly manner, retreated into the B team in the factory building, and then covered the A team to retreat backwards.

The predators saw the survivors retreating by the wall, but they didn't catch up immediately. Instead, they cautiously sent a few people forward to find out the situation inside the factory.

Taking advantage of the short respite, Edge Paddle brought the two teams together and counted the casualties.

Two ten-man teams, of which the situation of team A is a little more optimistic, reduced by four. The B team that followed him before was even worse. There were only four people left, a reduction of 60%!

Most of the survivors were also wounded. But even so, no one is afraid!

"Each person can get 20 rounds of ammunition. Let's even out the bullets. Take off the VMs and put them together. There are positions on them, and our people will find them for us."

Taking a deep breath, Brother Edge glanced around at the players standing in front of him, and said in a sonorous tone.

"This is our last line of defense!"

"Hold on! Until the last person!"

What responded to him was a high fighting spirit—even excited roars and shouts.

"Roar!"

"Aww!"

"F*ck them all!"

Outside the factory building, predators have surrounded them.

Edge Paddle allowed the young guard to evacuate the survivors in the factory into the warehouse behind the factory building.

An area of ​​hundreds of square meters is enough to squeeze in. There is only a row of vents besides a large door to connect with the outside world.

If they defended outside successfully blocked the predator's attack, then everyone here would be able to live.

If it fails... Anyway, it is just death, anyway, there is no way to escape in other places.

The transfer was done quickly.

However, there were still ten survivors who took the initiative to stay, picked up the only iron-pipe rifles and shotguns, and prepared to fight side by side with them.

However, Edge Paddle doesn't have much hope for their combat effectiveness. After all, they are far inferior to the cunning hungry wolves outside in terms of equipment and combat literacy.

Use as short a language as possible, let the guard NPC lead them to guard the second line of defense, so as to prevent them from not understanding the command and making trouble in the front.

All the deployments were completed quickly, and the sound of footsteps and chattering shouts outside was getting closer.

Pulled the ring of the smoke bomb, and threw it with the other players, throwing the smoke bomb on the open space of the factory building.

A cloud of smoke soon filled the factory building.

Almost at the same time, predators with rifles rushed in.

With a roar from Edge Paddle, he threw out the lit Molotov cocktail, then grabbed the assault rifle hanging on his chest, leaned out of the cover and fired.

"Die to your father!"

...

Outside the plant.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the green battery factory, Beaver, the commander in charge of the operation, felt extremely heavy.

This should have been a textbook raid.

According to the plan, they would end the battle within five minutes, then spend twenty minutes packing up their loot, and retreating like the wind before the enemy's reinforcements arrived.

However, no one expected...

These survivors held them back for half an hour in a daze!

The original raid turned into a brutal assault,

He couldn't understand why these survivors were so tenacious. Obviously he has left two escape routes for them, as long as they go east or west, they can escape.

However, they didn't seem to have considered escaping at all, so many of his deployments were useless at all.

What Beaver couldn't figure out the most was that he had gathered two armored pickup trucks and fifty men, and had even broken through the wall of the factory area and entered the factory building.

But those people still haven't surrendered. Even, the truly cruel battle has just begun!

The predator with a broken arm wailed in pain and was dragged out of the workshop by his comrades.

Regardless of the distorted expression on his face due to pain, Beaver strode forward, grabbed his collar and asked.

"How's the situation inside? Why haven't they been dealt with yet!"

The wounded man could not speak because of the pain.

The predator who dragged him out didn't have serious injuries, but the frightened expression on his face was obviously frightened.

No matter how he asked, he kept repeating one sentence incoherently.

"Crazy! Those people are a bunch of lunatics!"

Beaver frowned.

Surrounded by wailing wounded. Wounded predators were constantly being carried out of the factory building.

10 people...

20 people...

Explosions and gunshots continued.

Even though their people had rushed in countless times, they couldn't completely occupy the entire factory building anyway.

The people guarding it are like crazy, they don't seem to be afraid of death at all.

Even if you have been shot several times, you have to hold your back together before you die.

After learning about the battle ahead from one of his subordinates, Beaver felt his fingers go cold and forgot to breathe for a while.

What monster is he fighting?

At this time, a predator ran over from behind.

"Boss! Master Gangu told us to retreat!"

"Retreat?!"

Beaver stared at him in disbelief, his dilated pupils were bloodshot, "We are about to win! Tell me why retreat now!"

The predator, who was grabbed by the collar, said tremblingly with a trace of panic on his face.

"This is an order from Lord Gangu... The enemy's reinforcements are approaching, and they will arrive in 10 minutes at the earliest."

The raid has failed.

Even if they completely captured the factory building, the remaining time would not be enough for them to retreat with their supplies, instead they would be encircled and suppressed by the enemy forces.

An armored pickup truck, 27 dead bodies, and countless wounded... They have already paid too many casualties in this battle!

Beaver gritted his teeth, he was not reconciled.

Even if he couldn't take anything with him, even if he just dug out the intestines of these people and hung them on the wall, it would make him feel better than just withdrawing like this!

However, he quickly calmed down.

Tribes allow failure, but not disobedience.

If he refuses to carry out the order, even if he pays a heavy price to knock it down, what awaits him after returning is a bullet.

Beaver gritted his teeth, and looked at the factory building with thick smoke, and the messy open space in front of the factory building.

Even though there were ten thousand reluctances, he finally gave the order.

"Withdraw!"

...

Not long after the explosion sounded.

Night Commander received the task of reinforcing the green battery factory, and immediately rushed over with his team.

He was probably the first batch of reinforcements to arrive here.

However, when he arrived, he found that the battle here was over.

His mood sank to the bottom, he whispered, and gestured to his teammates, signaling them to disperse and approach.

"Hope we didn't come too late..."

The factory area is filled with the smell of blood and burnt barbecue.

Just after crossing the gate of the factory building, Night Commander saw a bloody corpse not far from the gate.

There is no VM on half of his arm, it is estimated that he took it off and put it with his teammates, but the lower part of his body can no longer be found, but his expression is very peaceful.

Unable to confirm his identity, Night Commander walked in with a heavy heart.

Following the traces of the battle, he explored to the warehouse behind the factory building. At the half-open warehouse door, he saw a blood man.

His two legs are gone, and two bones can even be seen under the bloody half of his trousers, but he still holds a rifle in his hand, one eye is half-closed, and the other eye can't be opened anymore. Was it scratched by shrapnel, or stuck with blood.

Night Commander didn't recognize who he was for a while, and hurried forward.

"Brother, are you okay?"

He regretted saying this.

It's nothing like that.

A mouthful of blood was coughed out of his mouth, seeing that the friendly army has come, Edge Paddle smiled.

"What's the matter... It's just that the network connection is too f*cking bad. I've been disconnected twice."

"Wait, I have a bandage here—"

Edge Paddle quickly stopped him.

"Don't! This is not a minor injury, it's a waste to use it!"

Night Commander: "Then you won't be able to save files, you know right?"

"Hey, it's all floating clouds," Brother Edge sighed, and said helplessly, "And I don't think a bundle of bandages can hold me back, why don't you find a place to help me..."

Just as he was about to ask Night Commander to help him, his gaze suddenly fell behind the crack in the warehouse door, and he saw pairs of anxious eyes looking straight at him.

The game is sometimes a bit too much to be real. Especially those NPCs, they are too human-like.

So much so that he always has an inexplicable sense of substitution in inexplicable places.

Speaking of...

There is smoke everywhere.

It was exactly the same as in the field of fire.

The Adam's apple moved, and Edge Paddle looked towards the Night Commander.

"Let's change places."

Night Commander immediately understood what he meant, and nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll take you out."

Edge Paddle laughed and cursed, and put his hands on his exoskeleton.

"Don't be so serious... F*ck, it makes me feel like I'm really going to die."

It is just three days of offline and after three days later there will be another hero.

Early death early CD.

If it weren't for the worry that those predators hadn't left yet, he would have gone offline a long time ago.

...

Outpost.

Through the hummingbird drone, Lucius has a panoramic view of the tragedy in the green battery factory.

Survivors have been evacuated from the factory building, and the evacuation work continues with the help of reinforcement players.

According to the battle, report sent back from the front line, the two teams responsible for the evacuation plan of the green battery factory survivors, a total of 20 players, were all killed!

The predators who besieged the green battery factory consisted of five teams of ten men, in addition to two armored pickup trucks carrying fixed machine guns.

After dropping nearly 30 corpses, these predators once occupied the factory building, but were quickly repulsed by the players in the factory heroically.

"They are a group of real warriors." Liu Ding held his breath and said slowly.

"Yes." Lucius, who was wearing power armor, nodded lightly, his eyes fixed on the tactical eyepiece, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ormas looked at Lucius and remonstrated seriously.

"My lord, their people suffered heavy casualties, we should take advantage of the victory and pursue them now!"

"The predators stationed at the experimental base lack supplies, we just need to surround them on a high ground, and they have to surrender for at most a week!"

Lucius nodded.

"Well, this is indeed a good idea, but the other side also thinks so."

Ormas was slightly stunned but didn't react for a while.

Lucius paused for a moment, then continued.

"The predators stationed at the Aviatium Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base are retreating, and they are heading in the direction of Caxton City."

Just half a minute ago, Lucius received a report from the cowboy team.

The predators stationed at the experimental base in Middle-earth began to retreat north.

To be honest, this was within Lucius's expectations, otherwise he would not have sent the cowboy team to take a look.

In just one day, the two battles in the morning and afternoon caused the predators to directly reduce their personnel by 20%. Not only did they not get any supplies, they even lost an armored pickup truck.

It's a pity that there is no vehicle that can maneuver quickly. Otherwise, now is a good time to pursue.

Lucius secretly thought it was a pity.

But the good news is that this group of predators chose to withdraw, presumably because there were no reinforcements available in the back, and they probably wouldn't come back for a while.

They need to regroup and formulate a new plan of aggression.

And on his own side, he can also gain a little breathing time.

Hearing that the Manager said that the group of predators had withdrawn, Ormas's face was full of surprise, and then a hint of joy appeared.

"They withdrew?! Great!"

Lucius glanced at him.

"Don't be too happy too early. At most, we have pulled out one of the jackal's teeth. They will come back, and they will definitely come back."

Fighting is about opening up space for development. The latter is the key to solving all problems.

A large wave of refugees is approaching, and the number is several times that of those stationed outside Starwood Farm.

It will be a big problem for these people to eat and drink, as well as housing and keeping warm.

The evacuation of the second batch of survivors cannot begin until the first batch of survivors has been resettled.

There are still a lot of troubles waiting for Lucius to solve.

Especially the most important thing right now is...

His "Silver coins" are almost running out.