Chapter 566 The Fight of Blood and Fire! (1/2)

Not counting the Horned Rat's younger brothers, there were 23 people who finally decided to stay. Including twenty heavy infantrymen from the Jungle Corps, as well as the "Three Pillars" of Dust Town.

Generally speaking, if there is not much difference in equipment, based on the HP bar, basic defense and recovery power of mutants, there is almost no chance of winning against humans with the same number.

Even a 500 versus 500 matchup would be extremely difficult, let alone 23 versus 500.

Especially in frontal battlefield confrontations, there is almost no room for maneuver, unlike guerrilla warfare where there is room for maneuver.

As Lao Bai said, this is no different from suicide.

However, the mouse was still a lizard, with strong fighting intent burning in their eyes, and they showed no fear of the upcoming fight.

Death is just a destination——

They are all immortal heroes.

Walking up to Lao Bai, Jun Jun, wearing a "Hunter" exoskeleton, said solemnly.

"Those residents are begging you."

If the house is gone, it can be built again.

As long as those who remember them are alive.

Lao Bai nodded seriously.

"I guarantee that when you come back, you will still have so many believers, not a few of them."

Junk grinned.

"Hey, I remembered it."

After saying that, he waved his claws and walked calmly to join the brothers of the Jungle Corps.

The group split up and headed in the opposite direction to the main force.

Looking at Jun Jun's tall and burly back, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir... the big-horned deer god, won't he come with us?"

Looking at the direction where the group of people left, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

"He's going to fulfill his mission, and you'll see him again."

Qin Baitian sighed with a bitter expression.

Although he is old, he is not confused yet.

No matter how strong that adult is, there are still only five hundred mutants. In the years he has lived here, he has heard that one mutant slaughtered half of the village.

That sentence will see you again...

I'm afraid it's just a comfort that's better than nothing.

…

Among the mighty team, Oge, who was sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, stared intently at the wilderness to the north.

The bloodthirsty pupils were shining with hatred.

Orlu is his brother and his father.

Listening to the old priest who delivered him, they were both born in the same tent and even the same human mother.

This situation is extremely rare among mutant tribes.

Few humans live that long.

Even those who are awakened will mostly die in the seventh or eighth year and be taken to the kitchen by the butchers.

Perhaps it is because the human being who produced him has considerable strength, and he can clearly feel that he is obviously different from other similar people born in this world.

Stronger muscles, quicker reactions, and a tougher physique... He was appreciated by the centurion when he was seven years old, and was incorporated into the same hunting team as his brother, becoming the leader of the clan. hunter.

Perhaps because of the closeness by blood, his brother took special care of him and took him with him no matter what he did.

The first hunting, the first cannibalism, the first massacre of a village, the first time receiving praise and honorary name from the leader, and accepting mechanical transformation... It can even be said that every major event in his life All were completed under the witness of Oulu.

But Oulu died.

And the death was extremely miserable.

When he saw the corpse, he wanted to chop his teeth into pieces, and swore in his heart that he would use the most cruel method to torture the human who killed his brother until he breathed his last breath.

So when he learned from the leader that his brother's murderer was hiding in a settlement called Dust Town, and that he was allowed to massacre that village, every cell in his body trembled with excitement.

He seemed to have seen those despicable, cowardly and thin two-legged animals, crawling and trembling under his feet.

Ah, how ugly that is...

His pupils were burning not only with hatred and anger, but also with a layer of excitement.

"Faster!" Oger shouted in a rough voice.

The mutant sitting in the driver's seat received the order, grabbed the intercom hanging on the center console, and shouted excitedly toward the communication channel.

"Og tell me to hurry up!"

A rude roar echoed in the communication channel.

"Og!!"

The wheels of each vehicle turned faster, and the mutant soldiers chasing behind them ran as hard as they could, throwing their tongues everywhere. After a while, they fell out of the queue, panting.

It's like this every time I go on a mission.

There are always a few stupid bastards who can't squeeze into the truck or keep up with the team, and end up wandering around somewhere. Occasionally, they will bring back one or two unlucky men and women to prove that they are not fishing or deserters. .

But none of this matters.

The "Qi" tribe never relied on those laggard soft-footed shrimps, but on the real warriors!

At this moment, the group of green beasts did not notice that a group of heavily armed players had already ambushed them on their only path.

in the forest.

Looking at the mighty team on the plain, the Piltover paratroopers holding the binoculars couldn't help but click their tongues.

"Damn...how can these animals run so fast?"

The record for the 42-kilometer marathon on Earth has just "broken 2", but this speed seems to be just basic for mutants.

Their strong cardiopulmonary abilities gave them terrifying endurance, and they could cover four-fifths of a fifty-kilometer distance in less than two hours!

And this is in a roadless wilderness.

Looking down at the vast dust shadows on the ground through the drone, the model worker said solemnly.

"They're starting to slow down."

The Piltover paratrooper frowned.

"Did they find us?"

Xiaoxiao, the bookworm, shook his head.

"No, it's probably just a normal tactical strategy to conserve energy before engaging the enemy... I wonder if they will rest for a while."

After a pause, he continued.

"If they have no intention of moving on after a break, now would be the perfect time to do it."

"Well..." Midnight Killer nodded calmly, raised his right fist and waved, "Act as planned."

A pair of eyes ignited with excitement, and a uniform answer quickly came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

The hunt begins!

The twenty people were divided into five teams and quickly moved along the jungle to the front of the path that the mutants must pass through, spreading out in an arc from the center of the circle.

One of the anti-tank teams stepped forward, and four players, including the team leader, took out their RPG rocket launchers and aimed at the moving convoy.

Quietly waiting for the target to come within range, Midnight Killer immediately gave an order on the communication channel.

"Fire!!"

The moment the order was issued, four players pulled the triggers almost at the same time, and rockets dragged thick white smoke towards the convoy in the distance.

There is almost no time to react.

The truck that bore the brunt of the attack was blown away, sparks exploded in the convoy, and three trucks broke down on the spot.

Caught off guard, more than a dozen trucks suddenly braked and turned, squeezing into a ball in the wilderness.

If the looters were attacked so suddenly, even if their morale was not reduced by half, the people who were blinded by the bomb would hesitate to move forward.

However, it's a completely different story for murderous mutants.

I saw a dozen mutants being thrown out of the car by inertia, but they fell to the ground and gnawed in the mud, and they quickly got up cursing.

The guys who were huddled together in the car jumped out of the car, grabbed their weapons and ran towards the forest.

They're like animals -

The difference is that they are holding large-caliber assault rifles.

"Come in!! Kill them all!!"

Oger, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, roared, slapped the driver on the shoulder, and then slapped the machine gunner on the roof away. He grabbed the machine gun from the back seat and pointed it at the forest. Sweep randomly.

The hot bullet casings clinked into the carriage, and the muzzle light illuminated his ferocious gums and twisted facial muscles. Thick and long tracers weaved a net on the plain.

He roared like a wild animal.

"Go to hell!! Hahaha!"

The bullets swished into the jungle, splitting the thick tree trunks into pieces. The caliber was at least .50!

The player who fired a round of volley quickly ducked to avoid it, moved to a new position and fired two more rounds of RPG. Then he put away the launcher, pulled out the XB-1 "Growler" bolter and opened the safety.

Seeing that all the team members had almost reached the fighting position, Midnight Killer roared at the top of his lungs and took the lead in pulling the trigger.

"Free fire—!"

The blast of the gun resounded through the forest in an instant, and thick tongues of fire emerged from the forest.

The locust-like rain of bullets quickly collided with the mutant soldiers running towards them, knocking the mutant soldiers at the front off their backs.

The huge recoil force opened a pit under the soles of the feet, and the model worker holding the "Growler" in his hand trembled his teeth while shouting excitedly.

"Fuck! Brother Chicken! This power is so powerful!"

Listening to two shots with one shot is really not a boast!

The warhead that bursts out of the barrel will ignite a second time in the air, dragging a tail flame towards the target, and after hitting the target, it will activate the firing pin of the warhead, releasing a metal jet as hot as magma!

This thing doesn't look like an assault rifle at all, it's just a burst of rockets!

A charging mutant sentry was hit in the chest by a shot, and a ball of hot sparks exploded from behind. He didn't even have time to scream, and fell to the ground with his life in it.

The mutant heavy infantry wearing steel breastplates were equally unpleasant. The thumb-thick steel plates were quite effective against rifle bullets, but they were like paper in front of metal jets.

Oger, who was sitting on the off-road vehicle, was also shocked by the power of the bullet.

A bullet hit the side and rear of the car under him, and the sparks danced directly in the back seat of the car, making the two mutant warriors behind him scream and burning a scar on his back. , so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Damn! What the hell is this?!"

This was the first time he saw a guy who could kill a mutant with one shot!

Fortunately, this bullet does not fly very fast and is considered a subsonic ammunition. It is not easy to hit a high-speed moving vehicle.

Oger's mind was spinning, and he suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie and screamed in the communication channel.

Upon hearing his order, the eight off-road vehicles put down their tails hanging on the back of the vehicles, rushed to the front of the infantry and cruised in a snake shape, driving an "S" shaped trajectory in the wilderness.

The large amount of dust and the suspected man-made exhaust not only obscured the traces of the convoy, but also provided cover for the charging infantry.

Staring at the large amount of dust rising in front of him, Midnight Killer cursed inwardly.

As expected, Lao Bai was not joking with him.

This group of mutants is indeed not simple. Not only can they adapt to changes very quickly, but they have also learned the tactic of pulling smoke to cover.

This hindered the aim of the Jungle Corps to some extent.

but--

Those green-skinned muscle guys obviously didn't expect that trouble would come from under their feet.

Because their attention was focused on the front, they didn't notice the situation under their feet at all. The mutant who rushed at the front quickly fell into the mud, rolled on the ground several times, was obscured by the smoke, and then tripped and fell on the ground. people.

"Roar--!"

With an angry roar, the mutant vomited out the mud in his mouth and struggled to stand up. Then he soon discovered to his shock and anger that the bunches of withered grass in front of him had been tied into dead knots at some point.

What is all this stuff? !

not only that.

There are nails and ropes scattered in the grass, and there are scattered tunnels that look like groundhogs. Although these traps do not cause much damage and are crudely prepared, they are extremely insulting.

The bullets with flames were still buzzing in the air, and there was no time to think.

From time to time, someone tripped and fell to the ground, followed by roars of pain. The centurions on the far right of the team quickly slowed down.

Seeing the green-skinned muscle guys coming one after another, the strong man hiding in the bushes screamed in excitement from behind.

"Charge up! Poke their eyes! Bite their throats! Kill them!"

However, contrary to expectations, the rat boys did not listen to him and did not understand what he was talking about.

Startled by the big green guys who suddenly broke in, a few rats that were still working on the trap screamed, jumped out and ran away.

No matter how loudly a certain horned rat chirped next to them, they didn't listen at all and just ran away desperately.

"Gan! These cowardly things!"

Looking at the rat boys running around in panic, he cursed a lot, but soon remembered that these guys were actually rats.

"MMP! You really can't count on these guys!"

Looking at the mutants struggling to get up from the ground, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger hanging on his waist, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Long live the manager!"

The mutant soldier who had just climbed up was visibly startled by the knee-high fat rat.

And even this stunned effort made Qiangren rush closer and stab him randomly on the calf.

"Europe--!"

The dagger cut open the flesh, and the mutant roared in pain, and kicked him violently, but the kick missed him. Instead, he was blocked by the strong man and he ducked behind him.

"Die!!"

Taking advantage of the mutant's center of gravity, he bit the dagger, used all four claws at once, climbed up his back along his left leg, grabbed the dagger and plunged it into his throat.

Stab-!

The knife cut through the artery, and blood as hot as fire spurted out. The mutant knelt on the ground with his eyes as big as copper bells, and blood flowed like a torrent in an instant. He died without knowing what happened.

"Bah! This blood really stinks!"

After spitting, he bit down on the dagger and jumped from the mutant's back shoulder.

However, just when he was about to pounce on another mutant, a huge impact came from the side, causing him to fly out and roll twice on the ground.

The right half of his body completely lost consciousness, and the dagger in his mouth flew out.

After coming back to his senses, he found that his right forelimb to his stomach had been torn apart by shrapnel.

If it weren't for the pain barrier, this alone would be enough for him to faint.

The mutant soldier standing not far away grinned and lifted the handguard under the barrel of the gun, and the bullet shell, which was two circles thicker than his thumb, was thrown out of the barrel.

"Grass... shotgun!"

He cursed something that was hard for someone to do, reluctantly moved his left forelimb, and pulled off the pull ring hidden on his waist, and a flame burst into his pocket.

There was half a kilogram of explosives hanging there.

Maybe this is the right way for mice to play.

The mutant strode up to him, stretched out his big iron-like hands, pinched his fat neck, and lifted him up from the ground.

Just when he was trying to figure out what was going on with the fat mouse, the fat mouse who was dying a second ago suddenly smiled evilly.

I'll take the first step.

leftover--

It’s up to you!

He shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"Long live the manager!"

The fire exploded instantly!

The mutant, who had lost half his arm and head, fell to the ground silently with countless broken iron pieces embedded in his body.

The fire that exploded in the wilderness was like a stone thrown into a lake, and was quickly submerged in the tidal wave of offensive.

However, in the eyes of the trembling rat boys, the inconspicuous flame was as dazzling as a burst of fireworks.

That moment——

Their horned rat turned into light!

"Brother Nan!!"

Staring at the explosion of fire with splitting eyes, Jingjing, who was lying in the forest, roared angrily, and her index finger was welded tightly to the trigger of the "lance".

The 20mm muzzle continuously sprayed tongues of flame, dragging tracer armor-piercing incendiary bombs into the noisy rain of bullets, like a cluster of flames swaying in the wind.

Whether it was the traps and sneak attacks of the tough brother, or the 20mm rifle in his hand, they could not hold the mutant back for long.

The lizard lurking in the forest rubbed its claws silently.

He is waiting for the opportunity...

An opportunity to enter and harvest!

"Twenty..." Mr. Garbage muttered silently, "If you can kill two rats, I have to kill at least twenty!"

The last hundred meters passed in an instant. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the mutant troops with rifles finally entered the jungle.

The Jungle Corps kept firing while retreating, completely pulling the mutant troops into the dense forest with narrow vision.

At the extreme distance where you can almost smell the opponent's breath, the bolt gun with a safe distance of 10m has lost its effect.

Not even just bolters—

Long-range weapons other than large-caliber machine guns or shotguns are almost useless at this moment when it is difficult to aim and shoot at the head!

Of course, the same goes for mutants.

The K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton provides the twenty players of the Jungle Corps with extremely strong rigid armor that can absorb the kinetic energy of bullets at the expense of armor deformation.

Unless you get hit twice solidly, or unfortunately get hit in a vital part, it is basically quite difficult to die.

The opponent obviously knew this, so they didn't lie down on the ground and shoot at them, but rushed up to fight the players at a high cost.

Midnight Killer made a prompt decision, released the "Growler" in his hand, and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton.

The sharp ax blade can split a thigh-thick pine tree, and naturally it can also split the neck and skull of a mutant.

Looking at the mutant warrior charging towards him, this time he advanced instead of retreating, roared and smacked him with an axe.

The vertical ax slashed with thunderous momentum. The mutant soldier had no time to react, nor did he expect that the human in front of him dared to fight with him. A gap was opened in the Tianling Gai on the spot, and red and white slurry sprayed all over the ground. The teeth were chopped out.

Kicking away the heavy corpse, Midnight Kill Chicken reached behind him with his left hand and pulled down the other ax hanging from his back.

The dark breastplate was hung with red and white ones, and the figure covered in blood looked like an evil ghost in the forest. The two logging axes exuded a cold light.

The mutant warrior who rushed to his side was frightened by the evil figure and involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

This guy--

It’s different from the guys they used to eat!

"Roar--!"

Venting his fear in a battle cry, a heavily armored mutant captain strode forward and swung the mace in his hand.

The roaring hammer head dragged a strong wind, and its terrifying kinetic energy was like a cannonball, as if it could even dent the armor steel of the tank.

If you take this blow, you will become a vegetative state even if you don't die.

Seeing that this fatal blow was about to hit the human soldier's face, the mutant captain's eyes flashed, and then a heartbreaking pain shot down his forearm.

The hand holding the mace was chopped off by the ax coming from the side!

"Ouch——!"

Screaming in pain, he staggered back a step. Before he could stand still, a strong wind hit him in the face.

Boom—!

The ax blade slashed vertically and smashed a head again.

And all this is just a few breaths of time!

"……two!"

Drenched with hot blood and brains, Midnight Killer stared at the stagnant mutant warrior with bloodthirsty eyes, and the excitement in his throat could no longer be suppressed.

"Totally crazy!!"

He roared loudly, picked up two axes and rushed forward.

Looking at the guy who was rushing toward him with meteoric strides, rare panic appeared on the dark green faces.

They were always the ones chasing those weak two-legged animals, watching those guys stumble in the forest, and then crying and begging for mercy.

No one had ever dared to do so at this moment. Instead of running away, they rushed towards them.

This guy is definitely not the people they have eaten in the past——

No.

He is not human at all!

The real hunt has just begun.

Twenty players from the jungle corps started a bloody fight with the green-skinned musclemen who rushed into the forest. The ax blades they wielded were like rolling meat grinders, harvesting a piece of meat amidst the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. A green head.

For the players standing here, chopping necks is no different from chopping down trees. They are both the jobs they are best at.

This is a jungle.

This is their home court!