The gun barrel under the pod slowly moved its angle, locking onto the thick white fog.
At the same time, in the pod, the main gunner held a piece of paper sent by the orderer in his hand and issued an order to the assistant gunner.
"Artillery parameter adjustment.
"Shooting elements are set!"
“High-explosive reloading.“
"Prepare one by one"
"Fire!"
The fuses were pulled backward at the same time, three neat gunshots were fired, and the firelight and thick smoke rolled neatly into the white fog.
The sergeant standing next to the observation hole with a telescope hanging around his neck looked outside and could not see where the shell landed at all.
I only heard three muffled thunders coming slowly, but I couldn't even see the explosion of fire.
"It's too foggy here, you can't see anything."
The main gunner pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder, and after a long time shouted to his teammates.
"Hit confirmed! Ceasefire."
"receive."
The smoking shell exited the gun chamber, and a sergeant dragged it on a cart and threw it into a wooden box in the corner of the room.
The observer walked up to the main gunner and asked.
"Sir, do you have an action plan for today?"
replied the main gunner.
"No."
The observer continued to ask curiously.
"Then what are we fighting?"
The main gunner glanced at the note in his hand and threw it into the trash can nearby.
"General McClung's prey."
The assistant gunner interjected with interest.
“That big two-story guy at the end?”
"Otherwise?" the main gunner chuckled, "Besides that guy, is there anything else that our commander should never forget?"
The observer glanced outside and said with a chuckle.
"With such a heavy fog, you really know how to choose the day."
As we all know, rainy and foggy days are definitely not good days for hunting. Not only will the field of vision be limited, the scope will be fogged, the perception will be weakened by the environment, and the accuracy and reliability of the weapon will be affected.
However, this problem does not exist for the alien species that have long been accustomed to the jungle.
Especially Deathclaw.
A humid environment will make it more dangerous.
"The native said that the most dangerous place is the safest place... Whatever, the work for today is done anyway." After saying that indifferently, the main gunner took off his gloves and threw them aside.
Three rounds of 100mm artillery were the only reinforcements they promised to the hunting team. They did not need to worry about whether they were effective or not.
They only need to shoot out the artillery shells based on the coordinates provided by the front line and that's it.
At this moment, in the urban area more than ten kilometers away from the airship, the street hit by three 100mm artillery rounds was in a mess.
The cracked concrete pavement was like a muddy field that had been plowed, with concrete chips and cracked rocks scattered all over the ground.
Flames and traces of heat rose together, and the Deathclaw standing at the center of the explosion let out a shrill roar.
Its eyes were blinded by shrapnel, its spine was pierced by armor-piercing bullets, and its flesh and blood were scorched... Although all these wounds were healing quickly, the continuous injuries completely angered it.
The serum was blown to pieces in the gunfire...
However, that is no longer important.
Anyway, the passage from the shelter to the research area has been opened, and the used serum will continue to be produced, and it will be obtained through other people in the laboratory.
And these people in front of me...
No, these ants.
It only wants them to die!
"I'm going to tear you apart!"
"I will take out your eyes, intestines...all and feed them to the dogs!"
The vicious curse echoed in the thick fog along with the shrill howl, and dozens of hunched figures emerged from the thick fog.
Some of them were standing on the street, and some were climbing on the roofs of buildings or broken walls, rubbing their blade-like claws and fangs. Their amber pupils were full of desire for flesh and blood, and they were looking towards those standing on the street.
The White Bear Knights on the other side approached.
These are its children.
Although their size is more than a little smaller than their parent bodies, they are still slightly larger than the garbage men who are already over ten levels.
"Giao is being targeted by a group of trash guys!" Tai Tai's face showed no fear at all, and was even a little excited.
Rourou said, dumbfounded.
"Why are you suddenly excited?"
"Fighting against powerful enemies...don't you think it's exciting!" Taitail said excitedly, "Don't worry Rourou, we are also shaking people!"
It was obvious that they were not the only ones standing here. Long before they left for the appointment, the Death Corps had already set off to ambush near the target.
Almost at the same time when the death claws appeared, about two to three hundred figures passed through the thick fog at the same time.
They had gas masks hanging on their chests, a sapper shovel on their waist, and the assault rifles in their hands had bayonets inserted.
Yongshi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Two hundred and seventy people….
More than half are awakened people...
A trace of fear flashed across the amber pupils, but it was quickly blown away by a trace of disdain sprayed from the nose.
so what!
It has exceeded the limits of life.
Every cell in its body embodies the highest crystallization of pre-war life science and technology.
It is an immortal king, it is an existence that can stand at the top of the food chain with its physical body alone, and it will eventually become the overlord of this planet!
Whether they are humans, mutants or those putrid smelly slime molds, they will eventually succumb to its feet!
"Humble ant..."
It rubbed its sharp claws on the soles of its feet and let out a roar from its bloody mouth.
"Tear them apart!!"
The shrill roar rushed towards all the players like a tide.
Looking at the surging Death Claws, everyone's faces were filled with high fighting spirit, and the blood in their chests seemed to be burning.
No one showed any fear.
No one retreated.
The sharp whistle pierced the thick fog, giving all players present an indomitable BUFF.
For the Death Corps, charge is the supreme tactic.
It is also their most handy tactic!
"Brothers! Charge!"
"Demacia!"
"Oooh ooh one!"
Hot metal collided with flesh and blood, and gunshots resounded throughout the streets.
No need to aim at all.
After firing the last bullet in the magazine, the charging player did not stop at all, but straightened his bayonet and killed the Death Claw that was charging forward.
The two waves collided together, like meat grinders rolling together, with flesh and blood flying all over the sky, mixed together and indistinguishable from each other.
Those amber pupils were filled with surprise.
Even unbelievable.
Not long ago, it fought against the legion's centurions. At that time, it just harvested a few lives at will, and those people retreated in embarrassment.
However, these people in front of me...
They seemed to have no idea what death was, and had no intention of taking a step back.
When the bullets are empty, use bayonets, engineer shovels, or even stones and steel bars picked up from the ground... With such brutal fighting methods, even the eyes of the beasts can't help but write fear, hesitation and hesitation in the trembling.
these people……
What a bunch of lunatics!
More and more children died in the fighting. Yong finally couldn't help but let out a roar and rushed towards the group of ants who were not afraid of death. The fight was even more bloody...
just began.
When the streets returned to silence, it was already an hour later.
The rising morning light shines in the distance, and maybe it won't take long for the fog that fills the streets to dissipate...
The dying Yongshi was lying in the middle of the street.
Its body was wrapped with iron chains and dripping with blood, just like Prometheus tied to a rock.
Although its ideal is not to bring light and heat to the world, but pure malice and darkness. As it said itself, half of the chaos in this land originated from here, and the person who completely opened the magic box is
it.
The wounds no longer heal, and as players discussed on the forum, its recovery ability has limits.
Continuous injuries will accelerate the consumption of biomass energy in his body, and if it is not replenished through food, the limit of recovery will soon be exceeded.
As the players fired bullet after bullet of hot metal shrapnel into its body, it finally couldn't hold up and fell down.
Although the players also paid a lot of casualties for this.
But how can anyone not die in a group fight?
According to the agreed rules, every player who sacrifices can receive at least 300 silver coins as compensation - equivalent to three days' income of the next game.
Those dead brothers are probably shouting and bragging on the forum right now.
It is indeed worth bragging about.
That's a death claw as high as two stories high...
This is the first time they have seen the closed beta test server after it has been open for so long.
"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, what is that plan?"
Breathing heavily, he wiped the blood from his forehead with his big eyes sitting on the abandoned car, looked at the construction site boy and Brick aside and asked.
The boy at the construction site and Bian didn't have time to answer.
Sitting on the edge of the water, he answered for him with a smile.
“Plan B is no plan.”
The construction site boy and Brick nodded and said.
"That's right, whatever plan you want, just do it and it's over!"
If the roller hair washing machine was here, it would definitely respond, but unfortunately his head has flown to nowhere.
According to the results of their previous discussion with Taiwei.
If the sneak attack doesn't kill the Yong family, everyone will go up together and fight in a group. This is their plan.
In fact, the construction workers think Plan A is completely redundant.
Before the BOSS battle is officially triggered, the BOSS in this level is absolutely locked in health. How can it be killed by a sneak attack?
Anyway, I have to get there in the end.
It's better to rush in and fight in a group from the beginning.
Debt said with big eyes and couldn't laugh or cry.
"This is too messy."
Edge of Water grinned and patted his shoulder.
"Otherwise, if we use all available means and really want to determine the outcome, we still have to rely on our subordinates to show the truth."
As he spoke, he looked at the sky filled with thick fog in the distance and squinted his eyes slightly.
That's where the Heart of Steel floats.
In front of that behemoth, even the two-story Deathclaw Mother was just a slightly larger grasshopper.
The savagery that came across the desert was the real threat they had to face. Looking at the tail and sesame paste walking towards them, as well as the big white bear covered in blood, Yongshi finally had a hint of panic in his eyes.
At this moment, it was lying on the ground dying, its eyes no longer had the unruly and arrogant look, and there was a trace of begging in its hoarse voice.
"Let me go, I can help you become stronger, don't you desire stronger power?"
At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
"There are many kinds of power. We just have different understandings of power."
Moving his stiff neck, Yongshi looked in the direction of the voice, and the moment he met the man's gaze, his amber pupils shrank suddenly.
"Aren't you dead?!" Yong couldn't help but screamed.
Three days ago, it clearly looked at the woman in front of it with its own eyes. After reading the last experiment log, it pointed the gun at Sun Six and pulled the trigger.
At that time, the fire flickered, and the brains and blood covered the wall. It was a pity for a second or two.
But now, the person who was supposed to die stood in front of it again. Yongshi's eyes were dull, but Sisi didn't intend to explain nonsense to it, and just smiled lightly.
"I'm disappointed, but you don't need to think about those troublesome things. It's over."
After skydiving, she had to drive more than 20 kilometers. The long journey along the way made her exhausted.
But fortunately, I still caught up.
"Oh! I'll leave it to you!" Taili said with a thumbs up and his eyes shining, "Give it the final blow!"
Sisi smiled and made a three-gram oil gesture.
"Oh, thanks Awei."
He raised the corners of his mouth proudly and said generously with his tail.
"You're welcome! Just remember not to damage your head! I promised Brother Field, I'll leave this guy's head to him!"
In exchange for the three 100mm cannon rounds.
Thanks to that round of barrage coverage, at least half of the BOSS's health bar was consumed for them.
"Don't worry, I will take off its head completely."
Seeing Si Si approaching step by step with an ax in his hand, Yong's eyes were filled with fear, and his huge body tried desperately to break away.
However, the iron chains hanging from the abandoned cars and street lamps held it firmly in place.
"Please don't."
"Don't thank me. This ax is specially prepared for you!"
As she spoke, she raised the ax high above her head with a whoosh, and slashed at the neck as thick as a giant python one after another.
At first, Yongshi was still howling and begging for mercy, but later on, no sound could be heard at all, leaving only the muffled sound of a blunt instrument chopping flesh.
Hot blood sprayed all over the street.
The scene was comparable to a slaughterhouse.
Watching from a distance, the big-eyed debtor couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Damn it, is it so bloody?"
The boy at the construction site and Bian stared at each other with their eyes wide open, and suddenly they said something.
Love it, love it.”
Edge paddling: ""
Debt-eyed: "???"
[Mission: Kill Yongshi (completed)] [Mission: Obtain permission for Shelter 79 (in progress)] [Mission:] A light blue pop-up window indicating that the mission has been completed flashed on the VM screen.
Looking at the finally severed head, Si Si threw the ax covered in blood fat aside and shook his sore right hand.
"This guy's neck is pretty stiff."
Tai Tai, who was standing nearby, nodded seriously.
"Hmm, it took me a long time to chop."
Rourou and Sesame had a dumbfounded expression on their faces, and they mourned for a few seconds of silence in their hearts for this unlucky guy.
However, no one sympathized with it.
It may have done some good things, but they are nothing compared to the evil it has committed over the past century.
What's more, this guy can no longer be regarded as a human being, and they will not extend their sympathy to the enemy who attacks their companions.
But having said that, although Yongshi used them insidiously, the material legs that fell from it are not annoying.
For example, the skin of the Death Claw is especially suitable for making backpacks and leather goods. When paired with Devil's Silk, it can be used to make the most advanced protective gear, which is even stronger than Kevlar!
The only drawback is that it is difficult to mass produce.
However, after obtaining the permission of Vault 79, this problem will no longer exist.
As long as you get enough psychic interferometers, let alone using Death Claw skins as a backpack, you can even create a "Death Claw Knights" without any problem!
Players began to clean up the battlefield.
At this time, the battlefield atmosphere team slowly walked over from a distance.
After calling the legion's artillery attack earlier, he stood far away. Now that the battle is over, it's finally time for him to appear.
Glancing at the blood-stained street, he couldn't help but smack his tongue when he saw the man dragging half of the body to the edge of the roadside.
"Damn, how many of you died?"
Said casually while paddling on the edge.
"I haven't counted yet, but what about a hundred or so?"
"Nothing, just a little admiration," Warfield said with emotion, "your battle losses are still as high as ever."
He smiled sheepishly while paddling on the edge.
"Ahem, everyone is quite reckless, but it doesn't get in the way, as long as we can win."
Players who pursue survival rate will not come to Death Corps, just like diners who want to eat steak will not go to a hot pot restaurant.
Although the level of Death Corps players is generally not very high, with only a few players in the T1 echelon reaching V20, their street fighting abilities have been rated quite high even by Quan Shui.
Even in reality, these people are definitely a group of street fighting masters. Their fighting instincts have been honed through countless deaths. Although they cannot be quantified through attribute points, no one would doubt their combat effectiveness.
"Where's the head?" Warlander stretched out his hand.
"Don't worry, I'll keep it for you." He pointed at the trash can on the roadside, where there was a bundle of sacks containing Yong's head.
The deathclaw's head, including its neck, is the size of a cow, and weighs a hundred kilograms even if it is drained of blood.
The battlefield atmosphere team stepped forward, untied the tight hemp rope, took a look, and said with satisfaction.
"It's good, it's good. You can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes. It doesn't take much effort to get it."
"You can find a way to get it back on your own, we won't help you," Bing Shui said with a smile, "By the way, take this guy's head.
Can I change it to Centurion Dangdang?"
Warlander said with a smile.
"Absolutely."
More than just a centurion!
There are other rewards!
The only pity is that the mission reward is dinar.
There is currently no official exchange rate between dinars and silver coins, and the exchange may not be stable until the Legion map is opened.
"By the way, where are your team members?"
"They, I threw them away halfway and it's not convenient for me to make up a story if I take them with me." As he said, the battlefield atmosphere team rolled his eyes and continued with a playful smile, "By the way, how about you go back with me?"
Come on, let’s just say we’re from Beit Street.”
"There are so many people here at one time, you are treating the NPC as a fool," Bing Shui rolled his eyes and continued, "Take your time, I will send a few people to your place tomorrow to explore the situation. If there is no problem, we will continue.
Bring more people in."
"Okay, then I won't waste time here."
Lifting Deathclaw's head onto his shoulders, the warlord said goodbye, then turned and walked into the already thinning fog.
He looked at the cleaned battlefield in the distance and shouted to his teammates.
"Brothers, it's time to withdraw."
Debt Big Eyes, who had already packed his equipment, walked over.
"where are we going."
Edge Pad thought for a while and said.
"Let's go to Xiangling Town first."
Before the fog cleared, they had to find a place to put the trophies to coordinate with the performance after the warlord returned.
If the airship saw the corpses and the messy battlefield there, I'm afraid the warlord couldn't explain how he got the head even if he made it up...
Xiangling Town.
In the courtyard in the center of the Municipal Library, corpses of Death Claws are lined up neatly, including the big headless guy's family.
Wu Tao and Wang Xu stood aside, with surprise written all over their faces.
It's not just them.
Every survivor in Xiangling Town couldn't help holding their breath and widening their eyes.
Seventeen Death Claws!
And that two-story-high matrix!
After staring at the guy with the missing head in silence for a long time, Wu Tao swallowed and spoke with difficulty.
"That Deathclaw...is dead?"
Sisi, who knew which end he was referring to, nodded as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, dead."
At this moment, her body was covered with blood, and she was a shocking red from head to toe. Her whole body turned into a bloody person.
When I first came back here, I even scared the children in the village to tears.
The surrounding survivors looked at each other with more or less complicated expressions on their faces.
"Die, just die," Wu Tao sighed, with a sad look on his face, "I'm afraid the people from the legion will come here again soon."
He didn't expect that alien species that eats people but doesn't spit out bones to become their patron saint and protect the village for the rest of their lives.
However, he had imagined that those savage soldiers would be intimidated by the power of the big guy and would not dare to risk coming here to disturb them again.
Feeling a little sorry in his heart, Sesame Paste whispered.
"This place will soon turn into a battlefield. I suggest you move out as soon as possible."
"That's right!" Tai Wei nodded seriously and said, "You can go to Dawn City, everyone there will be fine! The respected manager will take you in!"
"Really, thank you for your kindness," Wu Tao sighed and continued troubledly, "But this is our home after all. We have lived here for more than a century and now you suddenly want us to move away."
At this time, Si Si, who was playing with the VM, suddenly spoke.
"Actually, there is another way..."
Although she was a little afraid of this crazy woman covered in blood, Wu Tao's intuition told her that she might have thought of some good solution.
So he plucked up the courage and asked,
"What, what can I do?"
"Move to Shelter 79. We have vacated several buildings and it is more than enough to accommodate two to three hundred people. If you really don't want to leave your hometown, you can hide there temporarily and come back to live after the war is over."
"Yes, you can hide in Shelter 79 first!" A surprised expression appeared on Tai Wei's face, he touched his chin and nodded, "... Anyway, we will probably build a new survivor colony here, and it seems that moving to Dawn City will be a good idea. It’s not necessary.”
Sesame Paste hesitated and said: "But... we don't have the authority of Honey Refuge No. 79, right?"
Upon hearing these words, Sisi's blood-stained face suddenly showed a subtle expression.
"Well, regarding this issue, I just wanted to say that although I don't know what the situation is, I seem to have obtained some of the permissions that belong to that guy."
With that said, she handed over the VM in her hand.
What I saw on the screen was the surveillance screen of a room in Vault 79, and in the corner of the room, a corpse with its head shot was lying there.
The body was not someone else's.
It was herself...
(Two updates here. The plot of Shelter 7⑨ is over, and the next step is to count the loot! It’s a little faster than expected. It’s still very conscientious that I didn’t split the big chapter into two chapters? Finally, thank you "Fake Teacher" , "21912", "Whatever you say", "Keeper's trumpet", "Don't reply if you hear it", "The rainy night and spring is coming again" are rewarded by the leader!!! I haven't eaten lunch yet, I'm exhausted, I Take a nap first before writing...)