Chapter 387 Good brother, lend me your head!

On the southwest side of Ruigu City, a group of mobs dressed in various styles were lined up in a crooked formation, led by ten soldiers in black robes, and moving towards the northeastern urban area.

These scattered soldiers with different uniforms were basically local survivors. Some of them were scavengers, some were hunters, and even farmers and herdsmen.

In the legion, this kind of troops composed of survivors of the occupied area or "non-core population" in the territory are usually called "entourage troops".

Unlike the well-equipped legion soldiers, they not only have malnutrition on their faces, but also are as thin as a stick. Their equipment is also simple, even worse than some slightly stronger predators.

Each person only received a "disembowel" rifle, and 15 or 30 rounds of spare bullets were given before going to the battlefield. When the bullets were used up, they either picked up teammates' bullets or fought hand-to-hand with bayonets.

Before that, they had not even received professional training, and at most they had only dealt with a few mutant cockroaches and rats.

However, there is actually no need for training.

In the eyes of the soldiers of the legion, these people are just cannon fodder they recruited cheaply, used to consume the enemy's ammunition.

No one expects them to come back alive, and it is even better to say that they are better off dead.

Of course, this is just the view of most people in the legion.

These people who are labeled as cannon fodder obviously do not see themselves in this way.

The legion promised them that if they survived three battles, they would become "their own people" and have the opportunity to be promoted to decapitators. If they survived six battles, they would have the opportunity to be promoted to centurions.

In addition to this, there is another "shortcut".

That is the head of a certain death claw!

As long as you can cut off the head of that beast, you can not only become a centurion, but also get a reward of ten slaves!

Upon hearing this good thing, many survivors who have signed up for the entourage army volunteered to join the hunting team.

Although the reputation of the Death Claw is terrible, there are only a few survivors who have actually seen it, and even fewer who have seen it and survived.

In the imagination of most survivors, with artillery support and various anti-armor weapons, facing a beast that can be killed with a little effort is much easier than going to the jungle to fight with the elite troops of the enterprise.

After all, the latter has made the regular army that trained them dizzy. If they really face those guys, they may be sent to see the big-horned deer god without seeing the enemy anywhere...

Li Ba's face was full of obsession as he stroked the rifle in his hand.

He had never touched a rifle with such fine workmanship.

In the Ten Trees Village, the double-barreled shotgun of the old hunter who lived next to him was already a very amazing weapon in his eyes.

He dreamed of having one.

The old man carrying a rifle glanced at this guy and wanted to complain, "It's just a rubbish gun for cannon fodder, what's the big deal?" But his spoken English was so bad that he couldn't say it for a long time, and finally had to swallow it back.

However, just when he looked away, the NPC named Li Ba suddenly took the initiative to talk to him.

"Dude, are you from Beth Street?"

"Yes."

"Do you have Death Claws there?"

His face was full of uneasiness and tension, but in addition to these negative emotions, the old man unexpectedly saw a hint of excitement.

After all, he was a person who had never been to the battlefield, and he probably had some unrealistic fantasies in his heart.

The old man replied briefly.

"Yes."

Li Ba: "Awesome! Have you seen it?"

Hearing this, the corners of the old man's mouth suddenly curled up with a smile.

"Haha, more than I have seen it."

It was simply a matter of time.

There was a big one outside the shelter, and a small one inside. Occasionally, one or two Death Claws would wander around the nuclear bomb crater in the Elm District.

He was used to it.

Li Ba's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked.

"Is the Death Claw powerful?"

"It's just so-so. It can blow a person's head off with one slap, and pull a person's intestines out of the stomach with one claw."

Hearing this, Li Ba's face turned slightly pale.

"Really..."

Zhan Di Lao chuckled.

"I'm kidding you, why don't you go up and try it later?"

Li Ba didn't say anything.

Seeing that this guy looked cowardly, Zhan Di Lao stopped bullying him and smiled and comforted him.

"Don't worry, we shouldn't see that guy today."

Li Ba was stunned.

"Why?"

"Intuition."

Zhan Di Lao certainly wouldn't tell this guy that he had leaked today's plan to his good brothers in the Storm Corps.

Xiangling Town is the entrance to Shelter No. 79.

Before the strategy of Shelter No. 79 makes progress, they can't let the Legion get rid of the BOSS guarding the gate.

Looking up at the sunlight climbing over the treetops, Zhan Di Lao muttered to himself,

"It should be soon."

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, there was a sudden explosion from the housing area in front.

I saw a tracer flash, and the heavy bulletproof armor plates burst and flew. A soldier in a black robe in the crowd flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and his upper body was blown into a bloody mess.

Seeing this, Zhan Di Lao's eyes suddenly floated with surprise.

Good guy.

Anti-material rifle hit people!

What a punishment!

He was familiar with that voice. He knew it was the Alliance's 20mm "light cavalry gun", which can use three types of bullets: armor-piercing, high-explosive, and incendiary.

This weapon is very useful for both anti-infantry and anti-alien purposes. The four parallel guns can be used as anti-aircraft machine guns, and can be disassembled individually to be used as snipers.

It can be said to be very useful.

"There is an ambush!"

"Everyone spread out! Find shelter!"

"Quick!"

Although they were caught off guard, the soldiers in black robes were well-trained aviation marines after all, and they responded immediately when they were attacked.

The officer in black robes roared and rushed to the shelter next to him with the three surviving men. The puppet army composed of the survivors also quickly came to their senses and hid in the nearby shelters.

However, their opponents were certainly not vegetarians.

Almost at the moment when the thunder-like gunshots rang out, the machine guns deployed in the windows also spewed out surging flames.

The 7mm bullets poured down like raindrops, and in an instant, a bloody storm was set off on the street opposite.

The soldiers who had no time to dodge fell down like wheat being cut, and more than ten people were killed and wounded in an instant. Although the remaining soldiers scattered behind the bunker, they were still suppressed by the fierce firepower and could not move at all.

The moment the first gunshot rang out, Li Ba was completely stunned.

He didn't even know how he got behind the bunker. He only heard the bullets whizzing, sparks, gravel and cement chips flying everywhere.

Holding the rifle tightly, he leaned against the broken concrete wall, his white lips kept shaking, but he didn't say a word.

Just three meters away from his feet, a bloody body was lying on the street. The person was undoubtedly dead, but his legs and feet were still thrashing there.

He let go of the hand holding Li Ba's collar, dragged this guy into the battlefield atmosphere group of the bunker, and glanced at the corpses on the street next to him.

Although these dead cannon fodders were also victims of the Legion's invasion, the soldiers of the Alliance would not show mercy.

This is a battlefield.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I... I..." Li Ba opened and closed his mouth with a pale face, and his originally pale face suddenly turned liver-colored.

"Take a deep breath, calm down, don't suffocate yourself to death without being shot... that would be too embarrassing."

Patting the guy's shoulder hard, looking at his completely frightened expression, Zhan Di Lao sighed and comforted him with a few words of lame human language.

Then, he grabbed the Ripper rifle thrown aside and pulled the bolt to load it.

At this time, the roar of an officer came from the alley not far away.

"Forward!"

"Everyone, push forward!"

"I'll kill anyone who hides behind the bunker like a wimp!"

There was a roar of machine guns in front of him, and behind him was the roar of the supervisor.

"Ah!!!"

Finally unable to withstand the pressure, a survivor rushed out of the bunker like crazy, shouting loudly to vent his fear, and rushed towards the tall building in front of him with a rifle.

However, before he ran two steps, a blood mist exploded on his body, and his shouting stopped abruptly. He fell straight on the street wet with blood before he could even scream.

The survivors who were about to rush out of the bunker were frightened by this scene, and their legs felt like they were filled with lead, and they couldn't move at all.

The officer leaning against the back of the bunker looked at the body still in the fountain, and was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

"Are you a pig?!"

"I told you to go around from the side! Who told you to rush in front and block their eyes!"

Unfortunately, the dead can't talk, and the bloody corpse obviously won't pay attention to him.

However, with that living example, the other cannon fodders have learned their lesson. They all buried their heads, stuck close to the bunkers, and moved forward from the side.

However, after all, they have not received formal training. Even if their bodies have gradually adapted to the battlefield, their combat skills are still almost the same.

Everyone rushed into the alley and soon became a mess like headless flies.

The machine gun in the distance stopped for a second or two, and these rookies who had not trained for more than 24 hours didn't even know which direction to run.

However, Zhandi Lao knew it clearly.

"It's time to go."

He reached out and pulled Li Ba up from the ground, and took this weak-legged coward to the alley where the machine gun fire could not cover.

If they stay where they are, they will definitely die.

The people of the Legion will execute them as deserters without hesitation, and make an example of them.

Moreover, as a double-dealer, it is impossible to expect to gain the enemy's trust by surviving to the end.

Last night, Zhan Di Lao and his good brothers discussed this matter in the group.

According to Brother Quanshui's plan, the Storm Corps will launch an ambush based on his intelligence to intercept and block the hunting team sent by the Legion to Xiangling Town.

And after thwarting the Legion's plan for the day, he will be given a chance to pick up a head.

Almost at the same time that Zhan Di Lao went around to the alley on the south side, three 100mm artillery accurately hit the housing area not far in front of him.

Thick smoke exploded instantly, and the hot air waves and smoke columns rushed up to more than ten meters, blasting three huge craters on the originally intact concrete wall.

The flying debris scared the puppet soldiers around and made them lie on the ground, their heads pressed tightly against the ground and dared not move.

Amid the rolling cannon fire, the roar of the officers could be heard faintly.

"Get up! Don't stop! Everyone, move forward!"

"Pull those scum who attacked us out of that building!"

However, the roar was not very effective.

One reason was that the distance was too far to hear clearly, and the other was that many people had not yet recovered from the cannon fire and lay on the ground and dared not move at all.

This time, Li Ba refused to move forward no matter what, and Zhan Di Lao did not continue to carry this burden with him. He rushed through the hot smoke alone and rushed into the building bombed by artillery fire.

A light cough came from above the broken stairs.

The previous round of heavy artillery did not kill the players hiding in the concrete building, but from the sound, it was obvious that they were seriously injured.

"Kakarot?"

Battlefield old man tentatively called up the stairs, and waited for a long time before hearing a response.

"I am the old ghost! Damn...these dog coins on the opposite side directly used artillery, which is not a moral code."

Lao Gui is the nickname of [Grave Ghost Catcher], and he is also a member of the Storm Corps. When Zhandi Lao heard it, he knew who the person above was, and laughed and teased.

"Isn't it basic to reset the artillery point?"

After a pause, he urged.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, do you solve it yourself, or do you want me to come up and help you."

A chuckle came from the stairs.

"Wouldn't it be too boring to just give you the head?"

The game rules prohibit malicious PK, and the "non-submission arbitration" approach to solving in-game conflicts will result in equal penalties for both parties. Almost no one will joke about the closed beta qualification, and those who dare to joke will be kicked out of the server before they even complete the "passing on the torch" task.

However, the rules only prohibit "malice", and task requirements or special circumstances are not prohibited.

I always hear Brother Fountain Water bragging about how powerful Brother Zhandi is, and Lao Gui is just trying to take this opportunity to test his skills.

The old man in the battlefield was slightly startled, and just happened to see the hair-thin tripwire at the entrance of the stairs, then he looked up and smiled.

Little guy.

Still playing half-heartedly with me.

"Okay, then let's fight?"

A hearty laugh came from the top of the stairs.

"Haha, that's what I mean!"

"Come on! Let's fight to our heart's content!"

...

One is a LV15 strength system, and the other is a LV22 agility system.

Whether it is panel data or combat experience, the battlefield atmosphere group has the advantage, and there is no reason to lose.

Not to mention, the old ghost brother was also injured in the previous bombardment.

He won the PK without suspense, but the old man in the battlefield still gave his good brother some face and let him choose a way to die after the battle.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Lying in a pool of blood, the ghost hunter gasped and looked at the battlefield atmosphere group throwing and catching the knife in his hand, and said with a chuckle.

"Ahem... Alliance, there are no cowards! Let those ghosts see my bravery!"

Battlefield elder suddenly realized and nodded.

"I understand, I'll fill a few more holes for you later."

"Please! By the way, remember to disfigure me!"

After explaining his last words.

The old ghost rolled his eyes and consciously went offline.

Looking at his good brother lying motionless on the ground, the battlefield elder held the knife in his hand, sighed leisurely, and walked forward.

"Good brother, I'm sorry."

...

Although I know it's a game, although I won't really die, although there are so many althoughs, it's still scary when I really do it.

But——

Everything is for the Alliance.

Thinking of this, I feel much better.

While praying for Lao Hei in his heart, Zhandi Lao dragged the bloody "mission props" back to hand in the mission.

Seeing the Battlefield Atmosphere Team walking out of the ruins covered in blood, not only the survivors who were forced to move forward were stunned, but even the four surviving legionnaires were also stunned.

"... Just this one."

Throwing the corpse and the remains of the weapon on the ground, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team looked at the stunned officer in front of him and said sparingly.

The officer finally came to his senses, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words stiffly.

"Very good..."

This guy...

What is his origin?

The battle was over and the casualties were counted.

31 of the 121-man team died, including a soldier from the Air Marine Corps.

The hunt had not yet begun, and the casualties had exceeded expectations. After the remaining four legionnaires reported the situation to their superiors, they returned to the Fallen Leaf Camp with the rest of the people.

When he just returned to the camp, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group was still thinking about whether his "merit" would be taken away by the officer leading the team, but he soon found that his concerns were completely unnecessary.

After returning to the camp, before Zhan Di Lao had rested for a while, he was called to Kolwe's tent by the legion soldiers who came over.

This three-bar centurion is the highest person in charge of the Fallen Leaf Camp. I heard from the soldiers of the legion that this person is Rachel's direct subordinate and has an extraordinary status.

In the tent.

Kolwe stared at the bloody man in front of him and spoke slowly.

"Name."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group, who had already taken on the role, stood up straight and answered skillfully.

"Pangolin!"

The officer in front of him did not speak, but stared at him with his eyes, scanning him back and forth with sharp eyes, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.

Zhan Di Lao couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Could this big nose be interested in me?

Not really...

Just when he was thinking about whether to show his true colors, Korway, who was standing in front of him, suddenly showed an admiring expression and nodded slowly.

"Not bad!"

After just experiencing a big battle, he was not at all confused. He rushed into the artillery coverage area alone and killed an elite awakener of the enterprise with only a ripper rifle. This combat power is really surprising...

What surprised Korway in particular was that this person did not show any fear in the face of his temptation.

This guy is a talent!

The only pity is that this person is a native, not a legionnaire with noble blood. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to recommend this warrior to his superior Rachel.

With a trace of regret in his eyes, Korway raised his chin slightly and continued.

"From today on, I appoint you as the centurion of the escort army."

What the hell?

The battlefield atmosphere group was immediately delighted.

He became an officer? !

Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his head and answered.

"Yes!"

Kerwei nodded approvingly.

"Perform well, I'm optimistic about you!"

...

Battlefield Lao's undercover plan went unexpectedly smoothly.

After sacrificing an awakener, he not only became a centurion of the puppet army, but also unexpectedly won the appreciation of Kerwei, the "BOSS" of the Fallen Leaf Camp.

At the same time, just as the players of the White Bear Knights and the Death Corps were busy attacking Shelter No. 79, the logistics transport team that brought Luo Hua back from Ruigu City finally rushed back to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Looking at Luo Hua, who was wrapped like a mummy on the stretcher, Chu Guang couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows and immediately ordered.

"Send him to the shelter!"

After taking over the wounded from the logistics troops, the medical staff immediately carried the stretcher and rushed towards the shelter.

Chu Guang followed behind and returned to the shelter together.

Although there are hospitals on the surface, the professional level of doctors and medical conditions are obviously not as good as those in the shelter.

Infirmary on the B3 floor.

Heya gave Luo Hua, who was lying on the scanning bed, a comprehensive examination and quickly sorted out the scan results on the tablet.

"The left arm is completely necrotic, I'm afraid it will have to be amputated..." After saying that, she looked at Yin Fang who was standing beside her, "Surgery, you are better at this."

Yin Fang did not speak, but cast his eyes on Chu Guang, waiting for him to make a decision.

He was the only one who was familiar with the injured here.

After thinking for half a second, Chu Guang quickly nodded.

"Cut it off and replace him with a bionic prosthesis."

Yin Fang continued to ask.

"Which one?"

Chu Guang said without hesitation.

"Of course I bought it from the enterprise."

He didn't sell all the bionic prostheses he imported from Hedin to Boulder City. After all, this kind of luxury goods is rare and valuable, and it will be worthless if you sell too much at one time.

Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang in surprise.

I didn't expect this guy to be so generous?

But he didn't say anything, and asked Chu Guang and He Ya to leave the infirmary, and then started the operation immediately.

At the door of the infirmary.

He Ya, with his arms folded, looked at Chu Guang curiously and asked.

"Your friend?"

"Yes."

"He was really badly injured..."

Looking at the tightly closed door, He Ya said with some emotion.

"I found at least 20 shrapnel on him. He can live until now thanks to the bionic organs in his body."

Chu Guang didn't say anything, but took out a silver card from his pocket.

The card was covered in blood, but the blood fat was not on it. Chu Guang stared at it for a while and frowned slightly.

Noticing what he had in his hand, Heya, who was standing next to him, raised her eyebrows and suddenly spoke.

"I think I've seen this thing before."

Chu Guang immediately looked at her.

"Where did you see it?"

"I don't remember where exactly, but this thing... is actually the door card of the shelter, right? I remember that the function seems to be not only to open the door, but also to attach some permissions to the card," Heya looked at Chu Guang strangely, "Don't you have it here?"

"... We are more economical, and we don't need it."

After a perfunctory remark, Chu Guang stared at the card in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The key to Shelter No. 0?

They really found it...