Chapter 90 Art is explosion!

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

The heavy snow stopped for a while.

In the dark, players carrying weapons spread out in the woods in an arc, digging foxholes and simple trenches on the ground with shovels, working quickly.

"Exciting! I just entered the game not long ago, and there are two waves of group battles in a row!"

"Don't fight with me later, I want to kill ten people!"

"Fuck, I have to stay away from you, don't use me to make up the number when the time comes."

"Am I that kind of person!"

"Who knows."

No one panicked, only excitement like taking stimulants.

This game is real, and the atmosphere is so perfect.

It's just like a real war!

The rustling in the woods covered the players' whispering.

Chu Guang, fully armed, stood with a hammer, his hands folded at the end of the hammer handle, his dark pupils staring at the north.

He was betting.

He was betting that Hain stood on the side of interests and successfully persuaded the leader of the Blood Hand Clan to induce him to march under the cover of night and send part of his troops to the small river in the northwest.

Of course, Chu Guang also made the worst plan, that is, Hain stood on the side of morality and chose to help his former trading partner, so he would have to face the main force of the Blood Hand Clan head-on.

It would be a tough battle with equal strength.

But he was not worried.

Even if it was a one-for-one exchange, he would make more money on his side.

At this time, a player of the perception system ran from a distance, stood in front of Chu Guang, and reported excitedly.

"Dear administrator, the people of the Blood Hand Clan have left the camp and are heading in our direction!"

Chu Guang was delighted.

However, he did not show his emotions on his face, but said with a serious expression.

"Have the props been arranged?"

"It has been arranged!"

"Very good, pass my order, each team will act according to the plan!"

"Yes!"

The player stood at attention, put his right fist on his chest, and went excitedly.

Thinking of the "props" prepared nearby, he was so excited.

This is too exciting!

...

North Gate of Wetland Park.

Standing in the dark.

Most of them wore animal skin coats, with homemade metal, wood or leather protective gear tied to their vital parts. There were blood-red patterns on their arms, necks and faces, and the weapons they carried were all kinds of different.

Although they looked like a ragtag army of hooligans in terms of temperament and dress, in fact, their fighting power was not as weak as they looked.

Everyone here was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles, and was the elite of the Blood Hand Clan!

The heavily armored bear rode on the back of a rhino with a nose ring, carrying a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, squinting at the dark forest.

At the entrance of the forest, there was a sign with a skull painted on it, with the words written in sloppy handwriting

Private territory, strictly prohibited from entering, if offended, the consequences will be at your own risk.

With a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, the bear cast a look at the minions next to him.

The plunderer understood and immediately stepped forward with an axe. He raised his hand and swung the axe, splitting the sign in half.

"Let's bring destruction to their heads!"

"Everyone, move forward!"

Xiong laughed heartily, waved his palm-leaf fan-sized hand forward, kicked the mutant rhino under him with his heel, and walked in front of the team.

The rhino began to move forward with heavy steps. At the same time, the fifty-five plunderers following him also pressed forward under the leadership of five centurions.

At this time, Xiong's heart moved and he called his confidant who was following him.

The man's name was "Ma". He had a horse face and was 1.9 meters tall, much taller than the surrounding minions. He was the most courageous centurion under his command.

Xiong looked down at him and ordered.

"You lead your men to the west, rush to the brick kiln by the river, capture the prisoners you can, and if you can't, rush to the south, we will wait for you there."

Ma clasped his hands and accepted the order.

"Yes!"

After that, the centurion did not hesitate at all, and immediately took his ten men and quickened his pace to the west.

Eleven people.

It is more than enough to raid a camp at night.

Then, Xiong looked at the remaining men, with a cruel smile on his face.

"We go south."

"Wait for them in front!"

...

Although the heavy snow stopped for a while, the cold air in the forest has not dissipated, especially the rustling sound made by the north wind blowing through the forest, which always makes people nervous.

Ma did not dare to be careless about the order given by the leader himself. He quickly moved towards the river in the west while being cautious about the threats in the forest.

Fortunately.

There was no ambush here.

Perhaps, as the merchant said, these barbaric survivors were holding their open-air meeting in the camp, and did not notice that death was approaching.

At the edge of the forest, a flickering campfire could be seen.

A group of looters quickened their pace and moved quickly towards the direction of the light.

Soon, they found a row of shacks built along the river on the southwest side of the river.

The door of the shack was covered with plastic sheeting, so the people inside could not be seen, but there were tools for land reclamation such as axes and shovels at the door.

In the center of the shack was a pile of fire surrounded by stones, and some bones that had just been gnawed were thrown around.

Looking at the camp in front of him, Ma's face gradually showed a cruel smile, and he loaded the iron barrel rifle in his hand and inserted the bayonet into the slot under the barrel.

"We will sneak in quietly later, and don't make any noise."

"If you can avoid using guns, try not to use them."

"If anyone resists, just stab them to death!"

After receiving the order from the leader, the looters either installed bayonets on the barrels of their guns or pulled out melee weapons such as hammers and short spears from their waists, ready to slaughter the enemy in their sleep.

A group of people approached quietly and entered the camp silently. They tacitly controlled the door of the huts, one on the left and one on the right.

Seeing that all the huts were controlled, Ma raised his right fist and made a gesture of action. A group of people worked together and used bayonets to pick open the door curtains of the huts.

Then.

Everyone was stunned.

There was nothing inside.

No, it can't be said that there was nothing at all.

In almost every hut, there was an iron barrel covered with wood tar.

"Scatter!"

Ma's face changed wildly, and he shouted loudly as he was the first to react.

However, he was still a step too late.

About a dozen fire sticks with flames flew from the other side of the stream like locusts, and landed in the camp one after another.

The plastic sheet on the shack was ignited by the fire sticks, and instantly shrank into a group of burning oil drops and fell, and then ignited the iron barrel wrapped in wood tar and the gunpowder in the iron barrel.

Boom! ! !

The explosions caused by the chain reaction raged in the camp one after another. The scattered and fleeing looters had just escaped halfway, and the thick smoke and explosion flames swallowed them up.

Two looters were killed on the spot!

The remaining nine people were injured if they didn't die!

One unlucky man was ignited by the kerosene that gradually came out. He fell to the ground and rolled around wildly, howling like a wolf.

The screams became weaker and weaker, and soon there was no sound.

Seeing his subordinates in miserable appearance, and losing another one in the blink of an eye, Ma's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to bite his teeth and roared.

"You cowards! What's the point of sneak attack!"

"If you have the guts, come out and fight me like a man!"

"Cough"

The smoke choked his throat.

Not caring about the bloody mess behind him, he buried his head and got out of the billowing smoke, firing one shot after another at the other side of the river with the rifle in his hand.

Bang!

The fire flickered and the gunshots were chaotic.

The rest of the raiders also fought back in the direction of the arrows, but after firing more than a dozen shots, they didn't see a single person, and only saw the arrows whizzing overhead.

Morale began to waver.

Not only was the horse panicking, but all his men were panicking, and began to fight and retreat.

At this time, the players who were ambushing on their west side were excited and ready to fight, waiting for the right time to kill.

"Anxious! Anxious! Hahaha, they are anxious!"

"The elite monster is seriously injured! It looks like the centurion!"

"Fuck, centurion! Charge! Brothers, catch him alive!"

"The will to break through the enemy lines!"

"A life-and-death struggle!"

"Long live Demacia!"

"For Yaya's mushroom soup!"

The players shouted and shouted while excitedly rushing out of the bushes nearby. None of their ancestral skills were repeated.

At the same time, the players on the other side of the river stopped shooting arrows, and pulled out shovels, axes and sickles, wading through the ankle-deep shallows, cooperating with friendly forces to encircle the other side and join the carnival.

There were people everywhere!

The sound of gunfire, footsteps, and shouts of killing resounded everywhere, and under the cover of the night, it was like a tide. There was no way to know how many people there were, let alone where they came from.

The looters who had just emerged from the firelight and rushed into the forest felt as if their eyes were covered with ink and could not see anything.

Ma struggled to hang down the jammed receiver and ejected the jammed shell, while shouting loudly to his subordinates.

"Retreat! Retreat to the south!"

The remaining wisp of reason in his heart told Ma that their only way to survive now was to join the large force in the south.

However.

What even he could think of, how could someone not think of it?

The line of defense to meet the large force was on the south side. If he fled north through the burning camp, he would still have a chance to survive. Running south was almost like rushing into the trench with his face!

Just as Ma and his men were being attacked, the elite Blood Hand Clan who were heading towards the outpost also heard the explosion from the northwest.

"What's going on?"

"It seems to be coming from the brick kiln by the river..."

"Could it be that something happened to Ma and his men?!"

"No way, that's Ma... I saw him tear a gnawer apart with his own hands!"

The plunderers looked at each other and whispered.

Their intuition told them that there was something wrong with these five explosions in a row.

Xiong frowned and looked to the northwest, his expression uncertain.

Ma was his confidant, and he knew very well that none of his men's equipment could make such a sound.

In that case, there was only one possibility!

"Damn it! Everyone, head northwest!" The bear was anxious and angry, kicking the mutant rhino in the belly, urging it to roar.

"Everyone, run!"

"Hurry!"

The death of the badger and the bastard was not enough to make him feel painful, but if even the horse died, not only would the Blood Hand Clan suffer a heavy blow, but his prestige in the tribe would also plummet.

At this moment, there was no need to worry about the formation. The predators had no habit of lining up, and the front and back teams stretched out in an instant when they ran.

The other four centurions felt that something was wrong, but they didn't dare to make any suggestions this time, so they could only bite the bullet and call on the brothers who had fallen behind to catch up.

With a distance of less than 600 meters, support would only take a few minutes. Even if the forest terrain was not convenient for running, it was still much better than the obstacles in the city.

The fire in front was getting closer and closer.

Even if you look at the dazzling fire from a distance, you can still feel the shocking heat.

"Fuck! Haven't you eaten yet? Run!"

Until now, there is still no trace of the horse, only the rising sea of ​​fire. Xiong is furious and urges his subordinates to speed up.

The subordinates are dissatisfied, but they can't do anything. Although they can't even see where the enemy is, they still rush forward with weapons.

Xiong raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and Yi Niu rushed in front.

However, at this moment, in the mud illuminated by the fire, he suddenly saw a number of human faces peeking out.

Pairs of eyes seemed to be glowing green, which actually made the brave and invincible him panic for a millisecond.

"Fire!"

A sharp shout came.

Although he didn't understand what the two syllables meant, his fighting instinct still made him turn over from his mount, and his majestic body fell behind the tree roots as thick as pythons.

The sound of gunfire like thunder rang out in an instant, crackling and snapping, and the shining fire seemed to surround them from all directions, and the sky was like whistling lightning.

Xiong was terrified.

For a moment, he couldn't even hear how many guns there were on the opposite side. He only saw the brothers who were charging next to him being caught off guard, and the figures fell one after another.

I don't know whether they were lying down or being swept down by guns.

"Damn it! We're ambushed!"

"The first thing I'll do when I get back is to chop that Hain to pieces!!!"

"Let's go back first..."

"Fuck! How many guns are there on the other side?!"

"Why do I feel like there are at least two machine guns!"

"Ahhh!"

Listening to the frightened voices of his brothers, Xiong was also panicking.

The mount that ran towards the opposite position had been shot to death, and its body lay motionless beside a tree twenty meters away, with several bullet holes on its body invisible.

Xiong didn't dare to stick his head out to look, he didn't dare to bet his head on the other side's shooting skills.

However, when he caught his breath and listened quietly to the whizzing sound above his head, he felt something was wrong.

What can I say.

The thunder and lightning don't match!

In a flash, he came back to his senses and shouted in shock and anger.

"No! This is not the sound of gunfire! This... This is!"

Xiong was about to say something, but he couldn't think of what that thing was called.

In fact, he guessed right. It was indeed not the sound of gunfire, but just two homemade firecrackers made of waste paper, gunpowder and brick powder.

In this era, people can't even get enough food, so who would light firecrackers to play with? It's normal not to know about this thing.

However, it must be admitted that in this dark environment, two firecrackers were fired, interspersed with rifle bursts in between, which did have the miraculous effect of mixing fakes with reals.

The looters were running out of breath. They didn't see where the enemy was, but they were hit head-on. They were all confused. How could they think that the other side was cheating?

They crawled on the ground and only felt that the other side had brought two machine guns and fired at them.

Especially, the teammates lying down one after another, it was impossible to see who was shot. One by one, they were so scared by the sound of firecrackers mixed with gunfire that they didn't even dare to raise their heads, let alone stick their heads out to fight back.

Besides, they were fighting against the light...

Just when the four Predator teams were completely stunned, the players squatting on the two wings of the trench had left the bunker and outflanked the Predator from the east and west sides under the cover of gunfire.

Glimpsing the figures moving towards the two wings of his own position, Xiong roared.

"Their people are scattered!"

"Everyone charge!"

"Don't lie down, that's not a gunshot! Everyone follow me, rush into their trenches, and smash their skulls with the butts of the guns!"

He shouted for a long time, but no one listened to him.

Continuous ambushes have brought the morale of these mobs to the brink of collapse.

Xiong suddenly felt a sense of despair.

Perhaps...

Leaving the city and entering the opponent's home court was a wrong decision from the beginning.

"Leader... the opponent's firepower is too strong. Charging at this time is suicide!"

"Fuck the firepower! Can't you hear it?! That's fake!" The anger burned in his heart, and Xiong almost bit his gums to bleed.

But he also knew that no matter how loud his voice was at this moment, few people could hear it, and even fewer people were willing to listen.

Knowing that the situation was over, he looked to the east, made up his mind, and ordered several confidants beside him.

"We can only wait to die here, let's break out to the east!"

Several confidants nodded nervously.

However, just as Xiong was about to elaborate on his breakout plan, a series of piercing long howls suddenly came from the western position.

Xiong raised his sight and saw tongues of fire cutting through the darkness, pushing fist-sized firecrackers, pouring down on them from the night.

Insolent laughter came from afar.

Although he couldn't understand it, he did vaguely hear a hoarse tenor.

"Hahahahaha."

"Art is explosion!"