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"Come and live!"

"It's going to fight again? It's cool, it's been a long time!"

"Gan! Why are there only 50 people? Are you all so fast?"

"If you hesitate, you will lose!"

"Can I go with me if I don't receive a mission? No money and nothing, I'll just watch a plot!"

"Goblin Bazooka sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins! If you can't buy it, you won't lose money, you can't buy it!"

"Give me one, I owe the money first!"

"Go away!"

The west gate of the outpost.

A large group of players, carrying their weapons and ammunition, ran to the open space in front of the trenches to gather.

The lively appearance didn't seem like a war, but rather like a holiday.

Especially a small player who was specially tortured, went to the warehouse to rent a caravan, and packed the barrels, gun mounts, and shells all together.

He even hired an Mengxin from the power department to help pull the cart.

"Boss! Can, can you give me a shot?"

Mosquito was immediately happy when he heard this, and he smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's a must! Good brother! Listen to my command for a while, you come to light it!"

"okay!!!"

Such a big movement can be seen by eyes.

The nomads who came back from taking water from the lake looked over here in surprise, staring at each other and chattering.

"What are they going to do?"

"Is there a war?"

"They all have guns in their hands!"

"Who is this going to fight? Predator? Or alien?"

Carrying two plastic buckets full of water, sisters Qiucao and Qiuye curiously looked at the manager who came out from the west gate.

The eyes of the two fell on his back—the impressive hammer.

"It's so big..."

"The hammer must be at least dozens of kilograms, right?"

"The armor also looks heavy. Is it made of steel?"

"He is not tired at all!"

"You can't keep looking at others, it's impolite."

"Well, okay... wait! Why just talk about Qiuye? The person who has been staring at you, obviously, you have sister, right?"

Qiucao repeated with a blushing face.

"No, you can't be rude."

More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

Onlookers from a distance of tens of meters, they looked at the soldiers in front of the trench curiously and discussed what had happened.

Is this going to war?

Fighting will kill you.

But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited?

Are they not afraid of death at all.

Many nomads can't help but feel a sense of awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats is even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

While the people were talking about it, the patriarch Iron Axe walked out of the crowd with a few hunters carrying bows and javelins.

When he arrived in front of Mr. Manager, Wu Tie-axe clasped his fists in both hands and said respectfully.

"My lord, these people behind me are the elites of our clan. As long as you nod your head, we will be the sharpest spear in your hand!"

Chu Guang glanced at him, intending to tactfully reject his kindness.

But at this moment, Chu Guang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and when he reached his lips, he changed his words temporarily, nodded and said.

"You will follow me in a moment."

"Yes! Your lord."

Signaling Yu Hu, Wu Tiefu and others to wait in place, Chu Guang walked to the players, and under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, he spoke the lines he had thought of in ten minutes.

"For a long time, the people of Beit Street have endured the mayor's oppression. Under his rule, they had no food to eat, were impoverished, and struggled desperately to survive. All the money he had gained from his violent conquest came into him. One’s pocket is only to satisfy one’s selfish desires."

"His crimes are endless. Now, he has not only hit our minds on us, but also broke through the bottom line of our tolerance, secretly colluding with our mortal enemies, the bloodhand clan, and concluding secret covenants, and even instigating them to launch aggression against us. !"

"Justice may be late, but it will definitely not be absent. Now is the time to let that insatiable old leech know what will happen to us if it provokes us."

"Everyone, go with me!"

In the clearing in front of the trenches, the roar of excitement was deafening.

"Liberation Beit Street!"

"For the little fish!"

"Wow!!"

...

Beit Street.

The central castle.

The study on the top floor was slammed open, and a guard in a deerskin jacket rushed in and walked through a long row of bookshelves to the mayor.

"My lord! A lot of people came to the north of us! Yes, there are more than fifty!"

"How many?!"

The mayor's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately got up and rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor around to the tower, and boarded the highest tower of the castle.

The north wind hunts and hunts on the high tower.

He came out of the room before he had time to put on his jacket, trembling with fat. Regardless of the cold, he grabbed the binoculars hanging on the side and looked towards the north.

I saw a group of people wearing fur coats, carrying long and short spears in their hands, more like predators than predators, and marching aggressively in the direction of Beit Street.

In this cold day when the north wind was whistling, a drop of sweat was oozing out of the old mayor's forehead.

Turning his head abruptly, he grabbed the guard who was chasing him to the top of the tower, spitting and roaring loudly.

"Quickly, summon all the guards, take up weapons and go to the north gate!"

"Also, send someone to find Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Beit Street! All males over 14 must gather at the door of the armory!"

"Going right now!"

The guard was trembling with his legs and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes Yes!"

The castle bell rang quickly, piercing the tranquility of Beit Street.

The survivors standing on the street didn't know what was going on. They thought it was the predators who came. They ran towards the house one after another, packed up their things and prepared to escape, panicking and messing around.

Hearing the rushing bell, Old Charlie didn't panic at all, but heaved a sigh of relief, and a stone fell on the ground in his heart.

If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing I can do is to make it come faster.

For example, if a certain mayor, who is full of idiots, lights a gunpowder keg before he does something more outrageous, there will be fewer poor people implicated.

Not surprisingly, he will soon send someone to find himself, let himself mobilize the Orion on Beit Street, stand on the wall and fight the blue coats to the end.

Pulling the door curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a cane easily, got into the panic crowd and hid.

At the same time, the door to the armory on the side of the castle opened.

The guard wearing a deerskin coat took the iron-barreled rifle and ammunition from the captain's hand, and then rushed to the north gate quickly, guarding the back of the bunker.

However, the bunker made up of scrap metal pieces and concrete garbage does not give them much sense of security.

Except for a few veterans with wrinkles on their faces, many young guards have panic and panic on their faces, and their gun-holding hands ooze nervous sweat.

Big forces like the Bloodhand Clan will not come after receiving the protection fee.

Usually their opponents are alien species, and the most dangerous are just a few mutant brown bears. Only in very rare cases will you encounter predators who do not open their eyes to come to the door to blackmail them, and those people's fighting power is usually not ordinary hip pull, the poor do not even have a gun, and they are not even as good as the Orion in the town.

It was the first time that many young guards met in a situation like this!

Looking around at the guards around him, there was a dignified look on Old Walt's face with a shotgun.

In addition to myself, there were only 11 people in total, and half of them were the guards in the old town mayor’s house. The number of bullets shot in a year may not add up to 30 rounds.

The captain of the guard on the side yelled at the subordinates beside him.

"What about the people? That's it? Where are the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them spread out in the building!"

The young guard held a rifle and said tremblingly.

"Old Charlie went to mobilize...should, coming soon."

"It's too late," Old Water looked out of the bunker. "Those people have already arrived."

Snow-covered streets.

A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying lances, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and scattered behind the surrounding bunkers.

The two sides are two hundred meters apart, and they have entered the fighting distance!

However, no one moved, just a tense confrontation.

At this moment, Walter's brows suddenly shrank, only to see a black gun barrel protruding from the corner of the street on the opposite side!

They still have guns? !

The gun barrel was about the length of a leg, probably cast. The wall of the barrel was quite thick, and the muzzle of the black hole exuded a piercing cold light.

Although it looks simple, no one dares to underestimate its power.

The captain of the guard on the side swallowed and finally couldn't hold back his breath, and shouted towards the other side.

"Who are you? What are you doing here!"

nonsense……

Do you still need to ask such stupid questions?

Walter murmured in his heart, silently loaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.

However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a man wearing an animal skin jacket, raising his hands to signal that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the bunker, and walked out.

Old Water squinted his eyes.

After looking at the door for decades, he knew almost every face on this street.

Obviously not only did he recognize the person's identity, but several young guards nearby also recognized it, whispering to himself.

"Zhao Shu?"

"It seems... it's really him!"

"Hi...Isn't he dead? I saw that his family had a funeral."

"I remember! It happened last month. It seems that when I was going to the north to hunt a herd, I ran into a member of the Bloodhand clan...and the second child of the Yang family was caught together."

"Yang Ergou?"

"Yes, that's the guy!"

Just as the guards were discussing, Zhao Shu, who had walked forward for one to twenty meters, stopped and shouted loudly.

"Guys, I'm Zhao Shu! I'm here to help you!"

"Help us?"

The captain of the guard behind the bunker sneered coldly and shouted at Zhao Shu who was standing in the snow, "This is how you help us?"

Seeing the captain of the guard, Zhao Shu was instinctively afraid.

But thinking of the dozens of soldiers who supported him behind him, and thinking of the words that the former manager said to him, his eyes rekindled, and the waist that had just been bent a little straightened again.

Looking at the fellow villagers behind the bunker, he raised his volume and said loudly.

"A month ago, the second child of the Yang family and I went to the north to hunt deer. Unfortunately, we were captured by the predators of the Bloodhand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was dead, it was us. Neighbors...these people behind me rescued me from the dungeon of the predators."

The guards behind the bunker were in a commotion, and their faces were full of surprise.

Rescued from the dungeon of the predators?

This means that the Bloodhand Clan has been taken away by them? !

Zhao Shu did not pause and continued.

"Not only did they give me food, clothes, and fuel, they also arranged work and shelter for me to save me from hunger and cold. Not only did they accept me, they also accepted other prisoners who were rescued together. There is nothing else to say about this. Meaning, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies—"

"Nonsense!" The captain of the guard yelled, "You unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! Just because an outsider threw two of your bones, you wagged your tail and begged them for mercy, willing to be their dog, and even take your dog. Aiming at your compatriots! Where is your conscience?"

Zhao Shu was angry and roared loudly.

"Conscience? You are embarrassed to say conscience? You tell me aloud, who the **** is to feed the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf? We scavenging, hunting, and exchanging chips for bargaining chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year and endure him Exploit, use the money he earned to pick up the remaining garbage, and get rid of by the predators outside and shit!"

"Tell me, when I was thrown into the dungeon by a predator, where was he? He had never protected anyone, he was always alone in his eyes, and when we needed him, he hadn't even stepped out of his own. One step to the castle!"

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lives in the castle is the same as the bloodhand clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor the predators, and even help the villains to **** our flesh and blood together! Am I kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloodhand Clan, trying to persuade the villains to ransack our neighbors!"

With that, Zhao Shu took out a letter from his arms and held it up high.

"Do you want me to read it to you?"

Hearing these words, Old Water's eyes widened.

The faces of the young guards nearby also showed surprised expressions.

The old mayor and the bloodhand clan belong to the same group?

real or fake? !

Seeing the shaking eyes of the surrounding guards, sweat oozes from the front of the guard captain's forehead.

His first reaction was that these deceptive words were definitely not invented by the hillbilly who didn't even know a word.

Someone must have taught him to say it!

If this guy is allowed to continue, I am afraid that this battle would have been lost without having to fight.

As the mayor's direct line, he is also a vested interest. Whether right or wrong, the position of the captain of the guard is determined, and he must stand on the side of the mayor.

Moreover, the situation is not so bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beit Street.

Now that the armory is open, as long as Old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, he won't necessarily lose in the fight!

Quickly make a judgment, and look at Zhao Shu who has already begun to read the letter, the captain of the guard roars.

"Fire!"

However, the gunfire did not sound, and no one responded to his orders at all.

Listening to the almost flattering and flattering content of the letter, not only the young guards, but even the old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes erupting with anger.

He didn't wait any longer, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the hillbilly who was pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

Whoosh--

The first bullet rubbed Zhao Shu's face and flew over, hitting the snowdrift behind him, so scared that he immediately jumped aside and hid behind the car wreck buried by the heavy snow.

Old Water's face changed, and he looked at the captain of the guard who was pulling the bolt to continue shooting in horror, and said silently.

"Are you crazy!?"

The captain of the guard glared at him viciously, then glared at the guards who were huddling behind the bunker.

"What are you polite to me and the predator! Just hit me if you don't want to die!"

Across the street, looking at the bullet marks not far away here, the players not only didn't panic at all, they shouted in excitement.

"Boss! The other side opened fire!"

"Stop talking nonsense with them, let's do it!"

"Flush them!"

Although there is some discrepancy with the plan, since the opposite party has opened fire.

Chu Guang didn't hesitate, looked at the mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.

"beat!"

"Good!" After receiving the order to fire, the mosquito gave Mengxin who was standing in the running position a look, and shouted with excitement, "Stop!"

Shooting Zhuyuan had been set long ago, and the adorable new power system immediately lit the fuze behind the iron cannon and then covered his ears.

Boom——!

Fire and white smoke jets, and thunder-like shells drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Beit Street.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the strong white smoke and scattered fireworks, the gate made of wood seemed to be struck by lightning, and it exploded!

The captain of the guard, who had stood behind the bunker and opened fire, was suddenly scared and retracted behind the bunker.

At this time, there was a whistle in the distance from the street, followed by a shocking cry of killing, like a billowing wave leaping towards the defensive position.

"Fire! Give me all!"

He roared and directed the guard next to him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.

The morale that was already low was shattered by the bombardment. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking out and shooting, it was considered brave to escape without leaving the bunker.

Seeing that the other guards had been frightened, Old Water couldn't help but remember what happened a long time ago.

A long, long time ago, when he was still young, Bette Street was ransacked once by a raid team of the Bloodhand clan.

At that time, there were 12 guards, 11 of them were killed, and only two survived.

What if the Orion in the town is successfully mobilized?

These people are ruthless people who have even levelled the lair of the Bloodhand Clan, and levelling them is probably a matter of charge.

Besides...

Old Water just recognized the person who ordered the attack. He had spent some time on Beit Street before going to the unknown blue jacket.

If these people came out of the refuge, they wouldn't necessarily embarrass the poor people like them.

"Let's surrender... The reinforcements haven't come yet, it is estimated that they will not come. We have 11 people here, and they can't be their opponents."

Old Water put down the gun in his hand.

Seeing the captain of the guard who turned his gun to aim at him~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he sighed and said.

"Why? Taking advantage of the fact that neither side is dead, they may not treat the prisoners of war too badly."

The captain of the guard was pale and his fingers trembled.

"Don't force me."

Old Walt stretched out his hand to hold his barrel, didn't move, and looked at him seriously.

"If you must shoot, then shoot."

"A lot of people will die today, and it's not a bad thing to be ahead."

Seeing the captain of the guard whose expression changed from fierce to rigid, and from rigid to desperate, Old Water breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took the rifle from his trembling hand.

"Thank you, you gave us all a chance to live."

The captain of the guard had no blood visible on his face, and forced a weak smile.

"hope."