Chapter 80

Less than two hundred meters from the wall.

The man with a scar on his chest crouched in the grass, inspecting the circle of slaves with his eyes, and in a low voice, he rallied them before the charge.

"See the firelight ahead?"

"Those living there wear blue coats, with firm chests and buttocks. They are so weak they can't even tie a chicken, let alone fight rats and cockroaches in the sewers. All you have to do is charge in, blow open their gates with explosives, and bash their skulls with clubs. Then, take everything you want, do whatever you want."

"Now, pass the needle around, each of you take a third, don't take too much... very good, you're all doing great."

"Go, run, charge forward! Throw the fire bottles over their walls, and plunge them into the depths of fear!"

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

A pair of murky eyes, filled with a bloodthirsty desire, were ignited.

They were lean but agile, holding broken weapons, moving like shadows in the forest.

The scarred man watched their backs, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot thoroughly ignited the bloodlust in the slaves' hearts, and they charged forward like bloodthirsty beasts, roaring.

Eighty meters!

Fifty meters!

The scarred man, who was overseeing from a distance, was elated.

Seeing that the slave soldiers were almost at the wall and the other side had not reacted at all, he assumed they were still asleep in their beds.

However, just as he thought this, heads suddenly appeared from behind the small, uneven mound less than ten meters from the wall.

Along with them, countless bows, crossbows, and gun barrels were raised!

Before the scarred man could react, he heard a resounding command from the other side—

"Fire!"

Bang!

A flash of gunfire, bullets, arrows, and crossbow bolts shot out, whizzing into the dark forest.

The cannon fodder who had just rushed out of the forest had no time to react or dodge, and a third of them fell instantly.

The momentum of the charge suddenly halted.

Before they could recover, another round of gunfire erupted.

As their companions fell one by one, even beasts would feel fear, let alone humans.

The cannon fodder, injected with stimulants, could temporarily forget their fear of death, but the scarred man at the back could not.

Drops of sweat slid down his forehead.

He couldn't understand how the other side had predicted their ambush. Even more puzzling was where these trenches had come from.

Clearly, there was only a wall here yesterday?

On the other side.

The rat, who had circled around to the flank and was lying in ambush, was delighted when he heard the gunfire from the north gate. He immediately gave a hand signal to his comrades and quietly moved toward the west gate with his gun.

The west side was by the Ling Lake.

Normally, it should be the weakest side in terms of defense.

Now that the other side's firepower was drawn to the north gate, he only needed to lead his men quietly to the corner of the wall, light the explosives, and blow open the west gate.

At that moment, the other side would surely be in chaos, and their morale would surely collapse!

"Boss, I have a bad feeling," the hunched man beside the rat whispered.

"What's wrong?"

Although he asked, the rat didn't really think much of it.

The hunched man looked around and continued in a low voice.

"The first round of gunfire was too dense. It doesn't sound like a hasty response; it feels like they were already lying in wait."

Hearing this, the rat frowned.

"Are you saying our movements have been exposed?"

Before the hunched man could speak, he was interrupted by a comrade.

"Don't be such a jinx!"

"I'm not being a jinx, but—"

"Enough, stop arguing," the rat interrupted their dispute, lowering his voice and speaking in a commanding tone, "No matter what, we're here, and there's no turning back!"

"Besides, our cannon fodder has already drawn some of their firepower. From the sound of the gunfire, at least ten guns are at the north gate. Even if there is an ambush, it's nothing to fear—"

Just as he finished speaking, the rat, who had stealthily reached the edge of the forest, suddenly noticed a trench about ten meters in front of the wall.

The trench was shaped like a centipede, zigzagging between them and the wall.

When was this trench dug?

It wasn't there last night...

A sense of unease welled up in his heart, and instinctively, he raised his right fist, signaling his men to stop.

"Stop... no, retreat!"

"Everyone, fall back!"

Hearing the boss's voice, the raiders, who were ready to charge, were all stunned.

The cannon fodder had already been sent in, and they were almost at the wall.

Just leave?

Although they were extremely reluctant, the boss's orders were absolute.

However, before they could take two steps back, several flaming arrows flew over their heads from the wall, landing sporadically around them.

Before the raiders could react to how they had been exposed, a loud whistle sounded from the trench.

"Charge!"

"Don't let them escape!"

"Roar!"

The rat, looking back, widened his eyes in terror.

After years of rampaging in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, he had never seen such a terrifying and absurd scene.

The blue-coated men, who should have been cowering in their shelters, seemed to forget their fear of death the moment the whistle blew, one after another climbing out of the trench.

Some held guns, some held bows, crossbows, spears, short knives, battle axes, and some even had shovels, bricks, or benches in their hands, shouting excitedly as they charged forward.

The atmosphere was intense.

Everyone was roaring, and he felt that not shouting would make him feel like he was missing out.

"Demacia!"

"For the Horde!"

"Ori ga!"

The roles of attacker and defender were instantly reversed.

The retreating raiders were caught off guard, unsure whether to stop and fight or keep running, leading to chaos.

The fifty-meter distance was too short for a few shots, and after a few rounds of mutual fire, a close-quarters battle erupted.

The other side seemed to have no intention of wasting bullets, only wanting to hit them with their weapons, leading to one-on-one and group fights.

The rat had never seen such savage blue-coated men or such savage fighting. For a moment, his mind was buzzing, and he forgot who was ambushing whom.

"Damn! Are these people crazy?"

"Get out of my way! Ah!"

"What the hell is that? I even saw a lizard! With people?!"

"Ah!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't stop to fight! Everyone, fall back to the rendezvous point!"

Admitting it or not, these raiders were skilled at turning the tide. Seeing the situation was wrong, they immediately turned and ran without looking back.

The comrades who were caught in the melee were abandoned.

Although he was the last to run, the rat quickly became the first.

The battle was no longer important.

His current task was to report the situation to the leader. The strength of these blue-coated men far exceeded their expectations.

They must eliminate this threat before it grows any further!

As the others gradually fell behind, the rat felt a sense of relief.

However, before he could fully relax, he suddenly saw a figure standing in front of him.

The man was wearing something that looked like a patchwork of armor, holding a hammer with an unusually large head, pointing straight at him.

The rat sneered, thinking how stupid such a weapon was. Without a word, he pulled out his Scorpion submachine gun and fired a burst.

"Get out of my way!"

Rat-a-tat-tat—

The trigger was pulled to the bottom, and twenty 5mm bullets were instantly fired. Even a bear standing there would be turned into a sieve.

However, the next second, his sneer turned to despair.

The bullets seemed to be fake, not even leaving a spark on the hammer.

"What the hell?!"

"Ah, what a waste." Chu Guang felt sorry for the bullets in his pocket.

The high-speed airflow blew away the surrounding leaves.

Before the rat could understand what the man had said, he saw the hammer move at an incredible speed toward him.

Was this human speed?

He didn't have time to think about it. His combat instincts made him throw away the empty magazine and draw the short knife tied to his shoulder.

However, the hammer was too fast.

Before his arm could fully extend, a powerful gust of wind hit his face.

"B Mode—"

The wind stopped in an instant.

The rat felt his nose hit a wall, but before he could feel the pain, the roaring wind blew away his consciousness.

The sudden recoil made Chu Guang's arm pause, and he looked at the headless raider in front of him, slightly stunned.

"Damn... so powerful?"

He had intended to test the new weapon's power, but he didn't expect the hammer to blow off the raider's head.

The overheated high-pressure airflow even burned the large wound, preventing the blood from spurting out.

Chu Guang retracted the hammer, looking at the fallen body, his eyes wide.

Is this called anti-light armor?

It should be called an anti-tank hammer!

The players following the manager were also stunned.

They had thought the manager's hammer was just a hammer, but it turned out to have such a powerful hidden skill.

"Damn? What just happened?"

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

"The boss is awesome!!"

Seeing the boss's gruesome death, the remaining raiders were terrified and dropped their weapons, surrendering.

The distant shouts gathered around.

The players following Chu Guang also reacted, rushing forward to tie up the captives.

After the battle, the statistics showed that 67 players participated, with 5 lightly injured and 0 dead.

21 raiders participated, 14 dead, and 7 captured.

They captured 12 guns, 21 long and short cold weapons, 21 leather armors and clothes, 27 white chips, and some personal items.

A great victory!