Chapter 69: Surrounded by Sheep?

Morale?

Despair?

Fear?

These emotions can appear in anyone.

But they are impossible to appear in the players!

They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they are certainly born warriors.

The threat of death means nothing to them. The sound of gunfire does not bring them any fear; instead, it ignites their desire for battle, experience, and loot.

Taking off the mask of Ming, at this moment they are true disasters.

Just like the undead who fear no death!

Raiders?

To hell with them!

After so long since the server opened, it's finally time for some exciting action!

"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"

"Attention all squads, you are facing the most ruthless scoundrels on this wasteland. The rules and methods of Ming do not apply to them, so show no mercy! Use any means you can think of, and hit them hard!"

"Beat them until they beg for mercy!"

In this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reservists.

And this was almost everyone near the base at the moment!

Fifteen lever-action rifles armed thirty people.

Each pair shared one rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm ammunition, while the other held bows and throwing objects in reserve, supporting from the back.

If a teammate falls, the substitute takes over.

If the ammunition runs out, engage in close combat!

Thirty players divided into fifteen squads, breaking into smaller units to attack from the east and west gates, then spreading out and flanking towards the north gate.

Since there was no radio command, they agreed to use a whistle as a signal.

The other four players with the highest current contributions were personally led by Chu Guang, carrying the newly purchased 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles, each with 15 rounds of ammunition, flanking to the side and rear of the raiders from the west gate.

When the whistle sounded, the forest was filled with gunfire, the sound of bullets whizzing through the air, and the explosions of grenades, making it impossible to hear each other.

But this was not important!

For players unaffected by morale, the more chaotic the battle, the more excited they became, and the more advantageous it was for them. Over thirty people fought with the momentum of sixty, surrounding the mere ten raiders.

If it weren't for the resurrection penalty, they would have already pulled out spears, axes, and stools to charge.

"Set up the firing line, set up the firing line, don't stand still and shoot. We'll push from south to north. It's noon, they are in the glare, and we have the advantage!"

"We'll flank from the left and throw smoke on the right. They'll think they're surrounded!"

"Are you shouting so loud that you're not afraid of being heard?"

"Who cares, they won't understand!"

"Damn, that makes sense!"

"Damn, this is way more exciting than Squad."

"Shit, I think I got hit... Wait, it doesn't hurt at all?"

The raiders at the north gate were completely stunned.

They were not a regular army but a group of scattered soldiers. The people they had encountered before were all soft targets, easily crushed. They had never seen such fierce and stubborn opponents.

"How many are there???"

"I don't know! Damn, is this really just a thirty-person survivor outpost?! How can I feel... that there are more than thirty surrounding us!"

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

They managed to retreat only fifty meters.

The raiders who had just scattered were pinned down, lying behind cover, barely able to return fire.

Bullets whizzed past their heads, accompanied by the fire and smoke from explosions, and occasionally arrows, stones, and spears flew through the smoke.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

They couldn't even tell from which direction the bullets were coming, feeling gunshots and people all around them.

"Enemies on our flanks! Damn! They are trying to surround us!"

"What? These cowards are trying to surround us?!"

"Shit, how did they dare to come out from behind the walls!"

The decurion named Badger was completely stunned.

It was his side that had initiated the attack, yet they were the ones being surrounded.

He had led raids on at least five to ten survivor outposts. Some had a few households, others nearly a hundred, but he had never seen such stubborn and absurd resistance.

Good grief.

Is this a case of everyone being a soldier?

Badger could feel that their marksmanship was poor, and their equipment was inferior to his side, yet the morale of his side was being overwhelmed.

The ominous feeling grew stronger, and he began to consider retreating.

But these people clearly did not intend to let them go.

The gunfire was clearly moving towards their side and rear, and getting closer. If they didn't find a way to break out soon, they would soon face a three-sided encirclement.

Realizing this, Badger's blood was ignited.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth, fitting a bayonet to his iron pipe rifle.

"Shit! Let's fight to the death!"

However, just as he thought this, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind a nearby cover.

The person held a strange-looking large device, made of a wooden barrel and iron pipes, like... a large spray bottle?

The person placed the device on the ground, set up the wooden bipod, aimed the nozzle, and started mumbling something while laughing maniacally.

Badger couldn't understand, but the nearby players heard clearly and deliberately avoided this lunatic.

"Ha ha ha! Feel the heat of my fury!"

A narrow stream of fire spewed from the iron pipe, drenching the center of the raider's position.

Although no one was hit by the fire, it ignited the surrounding dry branches and leaves, forming a wall of fire that divided the battlefield.

Thick smoke rose.

The ground became scorching hot!

The smoke was so thick that the raiders could barely aim.

Mosquito only managed to spray a burst of fire before immediately dropping his "Inferno 0.2" and running away.

He had to run.

The device was fun to use, but the pressure was insufficient, and the fire burned back towards him, setting him on fire.

Before Mosquito could run far, his "Inferno 0.2" exploded with a loud bang.

Fortunately, the nearby players had already moved away, and no one was hurt.

Although he only managed to spray a burst, the effect was already achieved.

The flames on the battlefield, combined with the almost scorched air, became the final straw that broke the raiders' psychological defenses.

A loud whistle sounded again, signaling the charge.

The players, who had formed an encirclement, were almost out of ammunition, and the ground was covered in smoke and fire, making them even more bloodthirsty.

Hearing the whistle, they charged out of cover like they were on steroids, shouting and wielding spears, axes, and even bricks, charging under the cover of shouts and smoke.

The surrounded raiders had never seen such a scene. They were always the ones charging at others, not the other way around.

Their morale completely broke.

These ragtag groups began to collapse from the outermost layer, ultimately fleeing in disarray.

Three of the hunting dogs were killed by Garbage, one was scared away by the green-skinned lizard, and another was shot dead while fleeing.

Seeing his comrades fall one after another, Badger felt despair, trembling and dropping his weapon, kneeling on the ground with his hands up.

"Stop! I beg you!"

"We surrender!"

...

In principle, raiders rarely surrender, as they have never treated captives well, and no one would treat them well either.

But the blue jackets on these people gave Badger a glimmer of hope.

Who wants to die when they can live?

They were not people with strong beliefs.

The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes.

Hearing the gunfire from the base, nearby players rushed to support, seamlessly joining the encirclement of the raiders.

As a result, Chu Guang's side grew from 34 to 45 people, and their morale grew even higher.

After the battle, Chu Guang led the players to extinguish the forest fires, clean up the battlefield, and tally the casualties.

He had already prepared to use the active substance reserves, but the players' performance exceeded his expectations.

Although seven were injured, none died.

The most severely injured was a Constitution-type, hit in the thigh during the charge.

Fortunately, the bullet passed through without hitting an artery or bone. Due to the suppression of excessive pain, by the time he realized it, the wound had already stopped bleeding, and he didn't even need a bandage.

As for the raiders, they suffered heavily. Out of ten, five were killed on the spot, two died from severe bleeding, and the remaining three were captured with minor injuries.

The only downside was that over 200 bullets were used, depleting the equivalent of one trade, causing Chu Guang considerable pain.

These players really didn't save any bullets, eager to use up all the ammunition issued.

Especially with the lever-action rifles, which had a decent rate of fire, a few quick pulls, and they were out of ammo.

After all, there were only ten raiders!

Isn't it hard to aim before shooting?

What made Chu Guang even more speechless was that out of the seven dead, four were killed by spears, bows, and axes, and only three died from gunshot wounds.

One of these was shot by Chu Guang himself.

"We need to find a chance to train these players in marksmanship!"

No, it would be better if they bought their own guns and supplied their own ammunition!

At this rate, the battle alone depleted nearly half of the outpost's ammunition stock.

Given the current logistics of the shelter, it was a bit overwhelming.

Fortunately, the spoils of war were substantial, providing some comfort to Chu Guang.

Ten guns, nearly eighty rounds of various calibers, an unused incendiary bottle, and two dirty syringes.

"What is this?"

Chu Guang looked at the captured raider, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, and pointed to the syringe.

The captive lifted his head, quickly lowering it in fear.

"Stimulant..."

"Is it effective?"

"Uh, it should be."

No matter how effective, Chu Guang wouldn't dare to try it on himself. He put it with the other spoils, perhaps some player would be interested in buying it for research.

Then, Chu Guang instructed a few nearby players to tie the three injured captives' hands and feet together and secure them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.

The outpost currently had no prison, so they could only temporarily watch them this way.

To be honest, Chu Guang hadn't decided how to deal with these three captives.

He had heard that some survivor settlements would hang them, sell them to slave traders or mines, or even harvest their organs and sell them individually.

After all, the cost of bionic organs is usually high, and most people can't afford them. In comparison, organs from slaves or clones are more economical.

But such inhumane acts were beyond Chu Guang's capabilities.

Moreover, he lacked the conditions to perform such surgeries.

At this moment, Fang Chang, carrying a bow, walked over from nearby.

When the battle broke out, the Cow and Horse team was hunting in the nearby city. By the time they heard the gunfire and returned, the battle was almost over.

In a sense, they had no sense of participation in this battle.

"Respected Administrator, the raiders in the north have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should strike while the iron is hot! Don't give them any chance to catch their breath and end this mystery once and for all!"

"Right!"

"Take them down!"

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

"We are not yet ready for an offensive."

Forest combat and urban combat are two different concepts. The former is our home turf, while the latter is the raiders' home turf.

Taking these players into the city to fight in the streets and raid zones is essentially sending them to their deaths.

Resurrection D takes at least three days, so we need to be cautious.

According to the information gathered by Garbage, the raider tribe at the abandoned tire factory has at least fifty members. Based on the information from the Listar caravan, the number is estimated to be between sixty and seventy.

If they had not misjudged our strength, they would not have sent only a ten-person squad.

The only thing to be grateful for is that these ten people are now in our hands, and the other side will not know our true strength for a while, or even whether the people they sent are dead or alive.

Following normal logic, they will send scouts to gather information and plan the next attack.

Of course, they might not follow the script.

Thinking about this, Chu Guang looked at the players around him.

"Our enemies have extensive experience in urban combat. They have been active in this area for a long time and are far more familiar with the urban terrain than we are. Without a significant advantage in numbers and equipment, it is not wise to enter their home