This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 69.1

Chapter 69: Surrounded by the Fat Sheep?

Morale?

Despair?

Fear?

Anyone can have those emotions.

But it is impossible for the players!

They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they are born warriors.

The threat of death is meaningless to them. Instead of bringing them any fear, the gunfire ignited their desire for battle, experience, and spoils.

Remove their mask of being civilized, and they become a natural disaster.

Just like the undead without the fear of death!

Marauders?

Fuck them!

It's been a long time since the server has opened, and finally it's time for some exciting activities!

"Fire at will! Repeat, fire at will!"

"Attention teams, you are facing the most vicious people in this wasteland. The rules and methods of civilized people do not apply to them. Do not be merciful! Use any means you can think of, and eliminate them all!"

"Fight them until they kneel on the ground begging for mercy!"

For this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reserves.

And this was almost everyone near the base at the moment!

Fifteen revolver rifles, armed with thirty people.

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Two players shared a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm bullets, while the other held a bow and arrows and threw objects to prepare for support in the back row.

If a teammate fell to the ground, the substitute would take over.

If the ammunition ran out, then they would fight in melee!

Thirty players were divided into fifteen teams, which were then divided into two groups to shoot out from the east gate and the west gate and spread out towards the north gate.

Since there was no radio command, it was agreed for the sound of the whistle to be the signal.

The other four current players with the highest contributions were led by Chu Guang himself, carrying the 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles they just bought. Each still carried 15 rounds of ammunition, outflanking this group of marauders from the rear side.

When the whistle sounded, the gunshots became the only sound in the whole woodland. Bullets whizzed through the sky, the sound of explosions were everywhere, and no one could hear what each other was talking about.

But this was not important!

For players who were not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle situation, the more excited they were, and the more beneficial it was. There were only 30 of them, but they actually showed the momentum of 60 people, surrounding a mere ten marauders completely.

If it wasn't for the fact that only the death penalty was exempted with the resurrection CD still in place, they probably would've drawn their javelins, axes, small benches and charged out long ago.

"Bait them! Bait them! Don't stand still, let's push them from south to the north. It's noon, they are facing the sun, we have the advantage!"

"Let's outflank them from the left and smoke them on the right. They will think they are surrounded!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly! Are you not afraid of being heard by them?"

"Heard my ass, they don't understand!"

"Fuck, it makes sense!"

"Damn, this is much more exciting than squad!"

"Fuck, I think I've been hit... Huh? It really doesn't hurt at all?"

The marauders in front of the north gate were completely stunned.

They weren't a regular army in the first place. They were just bandits. The people they met before were all cowards, which could be defeated easily. They had ever seen people fight like this. It was as if the more fierce the battle was, the more excited they were.

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"How many people exactly do they have??"

"I don't know! Fuck! Is this really a survivor base with only thirty people?! Why do I feel… like they have more than thirty people surrounding us!"

"What the hell, how do I feel that they are more like bandits than us!"

Only having time to retreat fifty meters, the marauders that had just dispersed were firmly pressed to the ground, lying behind the cover and not daring to move; they could barely fight back.

The bullets flew over their scalps, accompanied by the flames and smoke of explosives, and occasionally arrows, stones, and javelins that passed through the smoke.

The air was full of pungent sulfur.

They didn't even know which direction the bullets came from. All they felt was that there were people and gunshots in all directions.

"The enemy is on our wings! Damn it! They're trying to surround us!"

"What the hell?! They're just cowards. They dare to surround us?!"

"Fuck, how dare they come out of the wall!"

The squad leader named Badger was completely stunned.

Obviously, he was the attacker, right? So why was he surrounded by the other side instead?

He had looted at least ten survivor strongholds. Among them, there had been those which had as few as one to two households to those as many as nearly a hundred households, but they had never seen such a tenacious and ridiculous resistance.

Good god.

Are those people all soldiers??

Badger could feel that the opponent had inferior equipment and terrible marksmanship. However, his men were completely suppressed by them.

The ominous premonition grew stronger, and the thought of retreat already emerged in his heart.

But these people obviously did not want to let them go.

The gunshots clearly moved towards their side and rear, and they got closer and closer. If they couldn't break out, soon they would face encirclement and suppression in three directions.

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Realizing this, the blood in Badger's heart boiled.

His eyes bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and mounted a bayonet on the iron barrel rifle in his hand.

"Fuck it! I'll fight them to death!"

However, just as he was thinking about this, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the cover not far away.

The person carried a big and strange device in his hand. Its overall structure was made up of wooden barrels and iron pipes, just like... a large watering can?

The man put the device in his hand on the ground, set up the wooden bipod with the nozzle, and pointed the spout towards him. At the same time, he was muttering something under his breath, accompanied by an almost crazy smile.

Badger naturally did not understand.

However, the nearby players heard what was said clearly and instinctively avoided the lunatic.

"Hahahaha! Feel the heat of my creation!"

A long and narrow stream of fire spouted from the mouth of the iron pipe and drenched the center of the marauder's position.

Although the spraying fire rain did not set anyone on fire, it ignited the surrounding leaves and formed a sea of ​​flames that divided the battlefield.

Thick smoke rolled up.

The burnt ground was blazing!

There was smoke everywhere, making these marauders unable to aim easily.

Brother Mosquito only had time to spray once before he immediately dropped his "Hellfire 0.2" and ran away.

He had no choice but to run.

This thing was very fun to spray, but the pressure from the chamber was not enough/ The fire rushed back along with the fuel, almost lighting him up.

Before Brother Mosquito ran far away, his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang.

Fortunately, the surrounding players distanced themselves early, so no one was hurt.

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