StarCraft: Rise of the Fourth Scourge

"Do you want to send a regiment to the war zone in Midtown to have a look?"

Rosherine was very curious about the battle situation in Midtown.

The rumbling of gunfire has been going on for a long time.

The battles all seemed to be concentrated in one place and never moved.

Charles rejected Roselle's offer.

He shook his head and said, "We have our own tasks and we can't be distracted. Although

the U.S. military has 150,000 troops, Charles has a feeling that there are not enough troops.

The walls were too big and too long.

Even if you drive a Karl I armored combat vehicle along the city wall, it will take two days to say the least.

It is not difficult to occupy the city walls, but it is difficult to eliminate the gene stealers inside the walls.

These days, the U.S. military has occupied hundreds of kilometers of the upper layers of the city walls.

All the soldiers dispersed to purge the city walls of the genestealers.

A hint of regret flashed in her eyes, and Rosherine looked back at Linda beside her.

She asked with some curiosity, "Linda, did you say that the Governor knew that you were on the city wall?"

Charles, of course, is the same.

Linda gave Rosherine a blank look and said, "What's the matter if you don't know, NPCs should know that we have the ability to resurrect." "

Do NPCs know that players have the ability to resurrect?

Because no one had ever asked about the NPCs, at least not the three of them.

Midtown, Heroes' Square.

"Rush, brothers, for the sake of the Emperor, destroy the aliens, long live the Emperor!"

another transport barge arrived at Heroes' Square.

As the aft hatch opened, the noisy battlefield atmosphere outside made the players in the cabin very nervous.

I don't know whose middle two yelled.

The emotions of all the players were driven.

They screamed and rushed through the hatch into the square.

But in front of them was an empty square.

The battlefield was far away on the edge of the square.

Players who rushed into the square saw that the battle scene outside was not as they had imagined.

They looked at each other, and many smiled awkwardly.

"Let's

go over there, let's go over here, let's go take a look!"

After only a short pause, hundreds of players scattered and ran to their desired defenses.

"The barrel of my gun is about to melt, do you have water?"

"Who has bullets, 7.62, give me some..."

"I want ammunition to go to the supply depot in the back, there is a sale

!" "Ah, I was hit, martial artist, treat me quickly!"

"It's so cool, it's like shooting a target, it's all experience." "

On the defensive line, the players are fighting happily.

Because they find the fight very easy.

Although the attacking genestealers also have weapons in their hands.

But their return was much weaker than the firepower of the defensive line.

There is no need to aim at all, and a lucky one can kill several genestealers.

There are so many of them that they charge through the streets like brainless zombies.

Didn't know how to take cover at all, and opened fire while running.

It's just a moving target.

They were always kept at a distance of about a kilometer from the defensive line.

Some of the lines are closer, as not all streets are straight.

However, as the fire continues, the weapons in the hands of the players are rapidly being scrapped.

Neither an automatic rifle nor a laser rifle can shoot continuously for a long time.

"Don't move, I'll treat you!" In

the makeshift medical station in the rear, some martial arts players rushed into the medical tent.

They want to heal the injured NPC soldiers with their powers.

After all, competencies must be used to increase proficiency in knowledge and skills.

Enchanting a live weapon to kill a Genestealer increases knowledge and skill proficiency.

However, healing the player, especially NPCs, will increase the knowledge and skill proficiency higher.

"No, why not, hey, can you?"

The martial arts players who formed the team suddenly realized that their power healing was ineffective against NPC soldiers.

The others shook their heads, indicating the same.

One player muttered, "Could it

be that the conditions are not met?" "There are a few conditions that must be met in order to do something to NPCs with their powers.

"Let me try. "

One of the players seemed to have thought of something, and he came to the hospital bed.

Looking at the soldier lying on the bed covered in bandages, he squeezed a smile out of his face.

"That, don't be afraid, I'm Alpha, you have to believe in me so I can help you, whoever believes in me has eternal life, and I will give you the power to heal your wounds. As

he spoke, the player became a magic stick.

It's like a missionary pastor with a compassionate expression.

The players behind him gave him a thumbs up.

At least they can't do that.

The Planetary Defense soldiers on the hospital bed look at the player like fools.

"Hey, what are you doing, get out and don't disturb the wounded!"

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted.

A captain officer from the Planetary Defense Force walked in.

Seeing that there was an alpha fishing in troubled waters, he scolded.

The players smirked and fled the medical tent.

"Why not? Have you

treated NPCs before?" "Well, I've treated civilians, and those NPCs adore me. "

yes, I've treated civilians too, and they're still cute. "

The martial arts team that left the medical station was a little unable to accept the result of returning in vain.

Why can't they heal the NPC soldiers of the Planetary Guardians?

They have no idea why this is happening.

Little by little, the battle continued.

Until the night fell, the gunfire in Heroes' Square did not stop.

As darkness fell, the pressure on the planetary defenders on the line increased.

Although the street lights were on before the sky was completely dark.

However, the dim environment still has a certain impact on the line of sight.

Although the night did not matter to the Karl I armored fighting vehicle and the Riemann Ruth tank.

Because both the Karl I armored fighting vehicle and the Riemann Ruth tank have night vision devices.

But it has a great impact on the No. 7 ship that is stuck in the air.

It is not possible to observe the surrounding situation as accurately as during the day.

The guns and cannons rumbled on the defense lines at the various street intersections, and the dense and dazzling fire shone brightly.

The fiery rain of bullets is particularly striking in the dark night.

Deep in the streets, the figure of a gene stealer looms.

They rushed over the mountains of corpses and still charged forward without fear of death.

As they fell, the mountain of corpses seemed to move one step forward.

"Boom...",

on a street crossing defense line in the south.

The muzzle of a Riemannus Ruth tank suddenly exploded.

The stout barrel was blown straight into a trumpet.

The burst explosion sent the players behind them and the Planetary Defenders in a big jump.

It's a good thing that no one is near the tank, otherwise a few more unlucky ones would have to be sent away.

As a result of the continuous firing, the barrel of the gun blew up due to the high temperature inside.

The engines roared, and the exploded Riemannus tank withdrew from the defensive line.

Looking towards the square in the rear, dozens of Riemann Ruth tanks could be seen that could not fight for various reasons.

Due to the lack of a tech priest, no one knew how to repair the Riemann Riemann Ruth tank.

Only the damaged Riemannus tanks could be discarded in the square.

This happened in the line of defense in all directions.