After the battle.
Chu Guang asked people to count the casualties.
There were 37 guards stationed at Changchun Farm, 25 died, 4 were seriously injured, and the rest suffered minor injuries.
There were a total of 221 players participating in the battle, but only half of them actually engaged the enemy. Many reinforcements from the outposts had just arrived on the battlefield, and the previous battle was already over.
Except for the 4 people who died in the melee and the 2 who were seriously injured, the rest were all minor injuries, and even including those who suffered from motion sickness, there were less than 10.
Since there is no irreversible damage, the injured player can just go back to the training cabin in the shelter and lie down for a while, which is not a big problem.
As for the Marauders, although the offensive was overwhelming at first, as the players joined the battlefield, they were quickly pinned to the ground and rubbed.
A total of 107 people were wiped out, 40 of them were killed by mosquito cannons. When Bian Bian led people to search him, only one of them was still half alive. Because the scene was too ferocious, Brother Bian couldn't bear to see it, so he gave it to him.
A pleasure.
In addition, there were more than 40 people, half of whom were seriously injured and more than 40% were slightly injured.
Killing those who gave up resistance is not a righteous act. Wrench did not execute these prisoners, but this does not mean forgiveness.
Death would be too cheap for them.
They should work in the ice and snow to repent and reclaim the wasteland north of Linghu Lake until they pay for their sins or die.
Because there were not enough cells, everyone was crammed into a warehouse. It was so small that there was no place to lie down, and it was so dark that you couldn't even see your fingers.
There were no medicines or even bandages. Some of the seriously injured prisoners quickly stopped breathing, while others, even if they were still alive, would have a hard time surviving the night.
…
On the other side, the guard station.
In the room where the wounded were placed.
The boy with a bandage on his stomach was lying on his back on a stretcher, so weak that he could only breathe half a breath.
He was shot at least twice in the stomach and had a piece of shrapnel embedded in his shoulder.
With such a serious injury, in a wasteland with poor medical conditions, a death diagnosis can basically be issued.
There was not much sadness in his heart. When he picked up the gun, he thought he would die, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.
If I had any regrets, it would probably be that I didn’t get to drink the hot New Year’s soup that night.
I really want to know what it tastes like...
Just when he felt a little sleepy, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.
"Lu Bei!"
After trying his best to open his eyes a little, Lu Bei saw a young man with a bandage on his arm running towards him.
"...Xu Shun?"
"Lu Bei! Great, you are still alive!"
Lu Bei smiled weakly and was about to say something when he saw Xu Shun hurriedly taking out a needle and pricking it in his arm.
There was no tingling sensation.
Lu Bei even doubted whether there was a needle.
Looking at his friend who was relieved, he hesitated slightly and said.
"This is?"
"Therapeutic needle! The administrator gave it to us. It is said that as long as there is half a breath, we can save you!"
Xu Shun chuckled and continued with relief.
"We've finally caught up! I thought it was too late!"
Treatment needle?
Lu Bei was stunned.
Will that thing work?
Just when he was thinking this, the wounds on his stomach and shoulders were like ten thousand ants crawling over them, and they were so itchy that people couldn't help but want to scratch them.
The pain begins to return.
This is a good thing.
Lu Bei gradually felt that his cold body seemed to be warming up, and his originally dazed consciousness gradually woke up.
His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.
Does it really work?!
Simply amazing!
Looking at Lu Bei who was gradually recovering, Xu Shun reached out to hold his arm and said excitedly.
"Brother, are you feeling better?"
Lu Bei nodded.
"Much better...but the shrapnel on my shoulder has not been removed yet."
Xu Shun said.
"You are too weak now to undergo surgery. I'm afraid you will have to wait for a period of recovery before removing the shrapnel."
Speaking of this, he sighed with emotion.
"Hey, it's a pity that the pimple soup is all mushy, but it tastes good if you heat it up. Do you feel like you can eat now? If you can, I'll get you a bowl."
When Lu Bei heard that there was something to eat, he immediately became energetic and stretched out his hand to hold the bed board.
"Let's go together."
"go together?"
Before Xu Shun could react, he was surprised to see that his good brother, who had been half-breathing a few minutes ago, actually sat up from the bed.
Lu Bei touched his belly and said with a smile.
"I'm not sure, but I feel much better... Look, this is nothing."
As he said this, he jumped out of bed and urged his friend.
"Hurry up, it will get cold again if you wait any longer!"
It wasn't just Lu Bei who recovered, the other three seriously injured guards also recovered with the help of treatment.
However, although the treatment needle can speed up recovery, it cannot regenerate the severed limbs, nor can it restore the burned skin to the same state as before.
Lu Bei was probably the luckiest, as the two bullets did not hit any vital points.
If it were a little lower or a little higher, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life in regret.
"Have you given out all the medicine?"
Standing at the gate of the guard station, Chu Guang found Wrench who was directing the aftermath.
This guy is also a ruthless person. The polymer bullet-proof plate hanging in front of the "Type 5" exoskeleton has been completely shattered. His left arm and right leg were shot once respectively, but he was stubbornly driven by the exoskeleton.
The battle came to an end.
Different from players.
They have no diminished sense of pain.
There is no second life.
This bravery deserves at least a silver medal!
"It has been sent..." Noticing the manager's gaze on his chest, Wrench glanced down, his expression instantly a little ashamed, "I'm sorry, I damaged the equipment you gave me."
Chu Guang looked at him and said.
"Keep your head up. You have done a good job. If the equipment is broken, you can repair it. If the equipment cannot be repaired, you can replace it with a new one. But you only have one life. I hope you can regard the latter as more important than the former."
Four treatment needles, two boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs, and more than ten boxes of hemostatic bandages.
The intermediate blind box that Chu Guang used to despise was useless, but this time it came in handy.
However, this wave of consumption has almost emptied his medicine reserves.
The war is coming.
It seems that I have accumulated 120 points. This time I will go back and throw them on the intermediate blind box.
There was a trace of emotion on Wrench's face.
He knew how expensive the exoskeleton was from having seen it in the store.
He raised his head and said in a sonorous and powerful voice.
"Yes, sir!"
Chu Guang looked at him and nodded approvingly.
"I'll have someone make a steel breastplate for you later."
"Now, take me to see the wounded."
"Yes!" Wrench nodded excitedly and took the order and walked ahead.
Just as the two of them were walking towards the guard station, a young man slipped out of the station.
The north wind blew loudly outside, so Lu Bei tightened his coat with many holes in it and walked towards the north.
A battle had just broken out here before, and the ground was covered with soiled snow and muddy water mixed with blood. Shocking footprints were hard on the ground and had not yet completely frozen.
Several reinforced guards were standing nearby on duty, supervising several prisoners of war as they dragged the bodies to the open space and lined them up.
The bodies were easy to identify, the guards were all wearing black coats, and most of the marauders were wearing ugly furs.
The bodies of the guards were covered with cloth or something else.
The body of the looter was placed on its back and would be towed away by a truck later.
Corpses will attract scavenging alien species, and are more likely to bring plagues, which must be dealt with in time.
Noticing the young man wrapped in a coat, a guard walked up and urged him to leave.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Go back quickly, be careful of the wounds getting frozen."
Lu Bei muttered softly.
"I'll go back in a moment and find someone."
Looking at the expression on his face, the guard was stunned.
After a moment of silence, he nodded.
"Then hurry up."
"Thanks!"
After nodding his thanks, Lu Bei immediately trotted in. After searching among the dead for a while, he finally found the person he was looking for.
Breathing paused slightly.
Trembling fingers peeled back the linen.
After taking a look at his frost-covered wrinkles and eyebrows, Lu Bei's Adam's apple twitched. This time he finally believed what his comrades told him.
After a long silence, Lu Bei silently took out a still warm lunch box from his arms and placed it next to the old man's face.
"...The captain told me that this requires more courage than facing the claws of death."
"He also said that thanks to you, we responded as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
"He said that our enemies are much stronger than bloody hands, and defeating them is something to be proud of. We not only defeated our enemies, we also defeated our past."
"The captain also said a lot of things, but I can't remember them all. I just remember that the pimple soup was quite delicious, especially when I just scooped it out of the pot. After one sip, my whole body felt warm..."
"...I put it here."
Lu Bei was about to get up when he suddenly saw the whistle biting between his cracked lips.
After a moment of silence, Lu Bei reached out and gently tugged on the whistle that was bitten by his teeth, and took it out of his mouth.
He found a pocket with no holes in the scarred coat, and carefully put it in and kept it.
"Thanks."
"I will keep it safe for you."
After whispering something, the young man covered him with a cloth, stood up, gave a military salute, and walked away in the direction of the guard station...
…
Official website:
[Server-wide announcement: The emergency mission is over. Thank you everyone. You have thwarted the raid of the predators. Victory belongs to you! 】
[Server-wide announcement: All players who respond to the mobilization will receive a Bronze Gear Medal, and the team with the highest score will receive a Silver Gear Medal.]
[Battle rewards will be settled later, I wish everyone a happy holiday.]
For the natives of the wasteland, the price of any victory is heavy.
But for players who don't belong to this world, this is just a game after all.
After taking off their helmets, they still have to eat unfinished dumplings or reheat cold takeaways. They may have unfinished work to do later.
Chu Guang thought for a long time, but finally did not write down his heavy heart in the announcement.
Today is New Year's Day.
There was a funeral at dawn.
The battle report can wait until tomorrow.
Things outside the main plot can be written in the setting collection of the official website information, or placed as easter eggs in the game for players to discover on their own.
They've done a great job.
Human nature should not be tortured by dogs.
forum:
Tomato Scrambled Eggs: "Brothers, how is the situation on the front line? Is the team battle over?"
Lao Bai: "After a while, when we rushed over from the outpost, the battle in front of us was already finished."
Tails: "Tails is the first one! This time he must be the MVP! (｀?′)Ψ"
There are really mosquitoes in WC: "Don't think about it, the MVP must be me, I destroyed four teams by myself! (Baring teeth)"
Tail:"!!!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "What the hell?!"
Ye Shi: "Damn it! Are you cheating?!"
Thunder Dharma King Professor Yang: “If you don’t understand, just ask, how many people are there in the fourth team?”
Guangfeng: "The marauders are usually a team of ten..."
Thunder Dharma King Professor Yang: “Awesome!”
Quit smoking: "I'm so strong?!"
Irena: "Okay, okay, goblin technology is on the rise. (Funny)"
Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet and asked: "You are awesome with a hammer! The cannon is ours! (Turn over the table)"
What's wrong with me: "Laughing, that's all? It's not even a company in total. The weakest cook in my uncle's group has over a hundred lives on his hands. There are only forty, and they can't even be considered rookies."
.”
Irena: "Brother, although we are a black forum, I don't believe in what I say. (Funny)"
Ye Shi: "If you don't understand, just ask, is your uncle Haierdin? (Funny)"
…
The funeral of the fallen guard was held early the next morning.
All the guards lined up at the north gate, fired three shots into the sky, and then loaded the bodies of the dead onto trucks.
In the wasteland, burying in the soil is equivalent to providing food to the alien species. Many alien species have the habit of digging for food and digging holes in the soil.
If given the choice, almost no one would choose burial.
The wish of most guards is to go to the iron furnace like the blue coats who once helped them.
Some people also hope to be cremated and scatter the ashes in lakes, high-rise buildings, or places where they have fought or defended.
No one knows their last wishes better than their comrades, and those who survive will do the "future things" for them.
I stayed at the funeral until the end.
Before leaving, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that several players were watching from a distance and stayed until the end like him.
Stop talking nonsense: "Speaking of which...if the NPC in this game dies, it can't be refreshed?"
Macabazi: "That should be the case. I remember the setting seems to be that they will disappear if they die, but there will be others to take over their positions."
The young man sighed.
"Why……"
Makabazi glanced at him.
"What's wrong, bro? Touching me so early in the morning?"
Don't be ridiculous: "It's nothing... I just counted a circle and found that someone is missing."
Makabazi said in surprise: "Hey, can you still remember their faces?"
He is face-blind and can remember very few faces in real life, let alone in games with filters.
The only ones I can remember are probably Xiaoyu and Boss Xia, and at most Luca.
Oh yes, and respected managers.
However, the manager doesn't always show his face, so remembering his face doesn't mean much. The dark blue power armor is more representative.
Shao Laduzi sighed and said.
"No, I only remember a few. For example, that old man, he would go to the lake to watch us fishing every week on his days off. As soon as I saw his expression, I knew he was someone of the same kind, so I gave him the fishing rod Amway
He even taught him to catch leeches in a bottle..."
Makabazi was stunned for a moment.
"Ah...is there a hidden mission?"
"without."
Shao Laduzi shook his head and sighed for the third time.
"Although it's something meaningless, it's still quite interesting."
"And when I think that my fishing friend will never come again, I feel a little lonely..."
This chapter has been completed!