This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 124 Punishment War

   "Come on, come on, come on!"

   "We're going to fight again? Cool, it's been a long time since we fought!"

   "Hey! Why only 50 people? Are you all so fast?"

   "Hesitate, you will lose!"

   "Can I go with me if I don't get the mission? It's okay if I don't have money, I'll just watch a plot!"

   "Goblin rocket launchers are sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins per round! You can't buy a loss, you can't be fooled!"

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

   "Go away!"

   West gate of the outpost.

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

   The lively look didn't look like it was going to be a war, but it looked like a festival.

  Especially a little player with special punishment, went to the warehouse to rent a caravan, and packed the gun barrels, gun mounts, and cannonballs.

   even hired a power department Mengxin to help pull the cart.

   "Big guy! Yes, can you give me a shot?"

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

   "Must! Good brother! Listen to my command later, you come to set fire!"

"okay!!!"

   Such a big movement can be seen by any eye.

  The nomads who came back from the lake fetching water all looked over in surprise, looked at each other, and chatted.

   "What are they going to do?"

   "Is it a war?"

   "They all have guns in their hands!"

   "Who is this going to fight? Marauder? Or xenogeneic?"

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

  The gazes of the two fell on his back—that 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's not tired at all!"

   "You can't stare at people all the time, it's impolite."

   "Well, okay...wait a minute! Why are you just talking about Akiba? The person who has been staring at you has a big sister too, right?"

   Qiu Cao repeated the sermon with a blushing face.

   "No, you can't be rude."

   More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

   From a distance of tens of meters, they watched the soldiers in front of the trenches curiously, discussing what happened.

  Is this going to be a war?

  In war, people will die.

  Why are the expressions on those soldiers' faces so excited?

   Don't they fear death at all?

   Many nomads couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue jackets was even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

   Just when the clansmen were talking, the patriarch Iron Axe walked out from the crowd with several hunters carrying bows and arrows and javelins.

   Coming in front of the manager, Wu Tie Axe clasped his fists and said respectfully.

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

  Chu Guang glanced at him, wanting to politely reject his kindness.

   But at this moment, Chu Guang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and when he came to the mouth, he changed his words temporarily, nodded and said.

   "You'll follow me for a while."

   "Yes! Your Excellency."

   motioned to Yu Hu, Wu Tiechu and others to wait in place, Chu Guang walked up to the players, and under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, he opened his mouth and read out the lines that he spent ten minutes thinking up.

"For a long time, the people of Bate Street have endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they were starved, poor, and desperately struggling to survive. And all the money he had collected from his tyranny went into him alone. Pockets, only to satisfy one's selfish desires."

"His crimes are innumerable. Now, he not only hit us, but also broke the bottom line of our tolerance, secretly colluded with our mortal enemy Blood Hand clan, concluded a secret covenant, and even instigated them to launch aggression against us. !"

   "Justice may be late, but it will not be absent. It's time to let that greedy old leech know what it's like to provoke us."

   "Everyone, follow me!"

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

   "Liberate Bett Street!"

   "For the little fish!"

   "Ow!!"

  …

  Better Street.

   Central Castle.

  The study room on the top floor was pushed open, and a security guard in a deerskin coat hurried in and walked through a long row of bookshelves to the mayor.

   "Sir! We have a lot of people from the north! Yes, there are more than 50!"

"How many?!"

   The mayor's expression suddenly changed, he immediately got up and grabbed the door, rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor to the tower, and climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the castle.

   The north wind is hunting on the high tower.

   He came out of the room before he had time to put on his coat, and he was shivering because of the fat. Ignoring 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 guns and short guns in their hands, more like a looter than a looter, marching aggressively in the direction of Bette Street.

   In this cold day with the north wind whistling, a drop of sweat actually oozes out of the forehead of the old town mayor.

   turned his head abruptly, he grabbed the guards who followed him to the top of the tower, and roared loudly.

   "Quick, gather all the guards, take up arms and go to the North Gate!"

   "Also, send someone to find Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Bate Street! All men over 14, gather at the door of the Armory!"

"Going right now!"

  The guard was yelled, his legs trembling, and he nodded again and again.

"Yes Yes!"

   The rush of the bell from the castle pierced the tranquility of Bette Street.

  The survivors standing on the street didn't know what happened at all. They thought it was the looters, and they ran towards the house, packed their things and prepared to run away, making a mess in a panic.

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

  If something stupid is doomed to happen, the only thing you can do is make it happen faster.

   For example, if a tinderbox is set on fire before a mayor who is full of scumbags does something more outrageous, there will be fewer poor people involved.

  No accident, he will soon send someone to find him, let him mobilize the hunters in Bate Street, stand on the fence and fight those blue jackets to the end.

   pulled the curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a cane, and hid in the panicked crowd.

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

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

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

   In addition to a few veteran soldiers with wrinkles on their faces, many young guards had panic and apprehension on their faces, and nervous sweat oozes from the hand holding the gun.

   A big force like the Bloody Hand clan will not come after receiving the protection fee.

   Usually their opponents are all mutants, and the most dangerous ones are only a few mutant brown bears. Only in very rare cases will they encounter predators who come to extort blackmail without opening their eyes, and those people's combat effectiveness is usually not ordinary pull-crotch, poor linkage guns, and even worse than the town's hunters.

   This is the first time many young guards have encountered such a situation!

   glanced around at the guards around, a look of solemnity appeared on the face of the old Walter with the shotgun.

   Including myself, there are only 11 people in total, half of them are the guards in the old town mayor's house. The total number of bullets fired in a year may not be 30 rounds.

   The captain of the guards beside him cursed at his subordinates.

   "Where's the people? That's all? What about the hunters in town? Give them the guns and let them scatter into the building outside!"

   The young guard held his rifle and said timidly.

   "Old Charlie went to mobilize... It should be coming soon."

   "It's too late," Old Walter looked out of the bunker, "those people are already here."

   Snow-covered streets.

   A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying long spears and short spears, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and spread out behind the surrounding bunkers.

  The two sides are 200 meters apart and have entered the fighting distance!

   However, no one moved, just a tense confrontation.

   At this moment, Walter's brows shrank suddenly, and a jet-black gun barrel was pushed out from the street corner on the opposite side!

   They still have guns? !

  The gun barrel was about as long as a leg, and it was probably cast. The barrel wall was quite thick, and the black muzzle exuded a penetrating cold light.

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

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

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

   nonsense…

   Do you still need to ask such a stupid question?

  Walter complained 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 shrank suddenly.

   I saw a man in an animal skin coat, raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the cover, and walked out.

   Old Walter narrowed his eyes.

   After seeing the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face on this street.

   Apparently it wasn't just him who recognized the identity of the man, there were also several young guards nearby who also recognized it and whispered.

   "Zhao Rat?"

   "It seems... it's really him!"

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

   "I remember! It happened last month. It seems that when I went to the north to hunt deer, I ran into someone from the Bloody Hand clan... The second child of the Yang family was also caught."

   "Yang Ergou?"

   "Yes, yes, that guy!"

  While the guards were discussing, Zhao Shu, who had walked 10 or 20 meters forward, stopped and shouted loudly.

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

   "Help us?"

   The captain of the guard behind the bunker sneered and shouted towards Zhao Shuli who was standing in the snow, "What you say to help us is this help?"

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

   But when he thought of the dozens of soldiers who supported him behind him, and what the manager had said to him earlier, the flames rekindled in his eyes, and the waist that had just bent a little bit straightened up again.

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

"A month ago, the second eldest of the Yang family and I went to hunt deer in the north. Unfortunately, we were captured by the looters of the Blood Hand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was dead, it was us. My neighbors...the same people behind me, rescued me from the raiders' dungeon."

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

  Saved from a looter's dungeon?

   Does this mean that the Blood Hand clan has been taken away by them? !

   Zhao Mouse continued without pausing.

"Not only did they give me food, clothes, fuel, but they also gave me work and shelter to keep me from starvation and cold. They took in not only me, but other captives who were rescued with them. Saying that and nothing else. I mean, I just want you to know that they're not our enemies—"

"What nonsense!" the captain of the guard yelled, "You unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! Just because an outsider threw you two bones, you wagged your tail and begged them for pity, willing to be their dog, even taking your scorpion Aim your teeth at your fellow man! Where is your conscience?"

   Zhao Mouse got angry and roared loudly.

"Conscience? Are you embarrassed to say conscience? Tell me out loud, who is the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf? We scavenge, hunt, and trade our lives for chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year and endure his Exploiting, using the money he made to buy the remaining garbage, and being ridden on the head by those looters outside!"

"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the marauders? He never protected anyone, his eyes were always on himself, and he didn't even step out of his own when we needed him. Castle step!"

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lived in the castle was the same as the **** hand clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor those predators, and even helped those villains to eat our flesh and blood together! Do you think that Am I kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloody Hand clan in an attempt to encourage those thugs to sack our neighbors!"

   said, Zhao Mouse took out a letter from his arms and held it up high.

   "Want me to read it to you?"

   Hearing this sentence, Old Walter's eyes widened.

The young guards next to    also showed surprised expressions on their faces.

  The old town mayor and the **** hand clan are together?

real or fake? !

   Looking at the shaky eyes of the surrounding guards, the guard leader's forehead seeped sweat.

   His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not thought up by this hillbilly who didn't even know a word.

   Someone must have taught him to say it!

   If you let this guy go on talking, I am afraid that this battle will be lost without a fight.

   As the direct descendant of the mayor, he is also a vested interest. Right or wrong, the position of the captain of the guard is decided, and he must be on the side of the mayor.

   What's more, the situation is not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Bette Street.

   Now that the armory has been opened, as long as the old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, the fight may not necessarily be lost!

   made a quick judgment, looked at Zhao Shu who had already started reading the letter, and the captain of the guard roared.

   "Fire!"

   However, no shots were fired, and no one responded to his orders.

   Listening to the almost flattering and flattering content in the letter, not only those young guards, but even old Walter fell into silence, 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 shot with anger.

   He stopped waiting, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the hillbilly who was pretending to be reading a letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

  嗖——

  Shou's first bullet rubbed Zhao Shu's face and flew over, hitting the snowdrift behind him, so frightened that he immediately jumped aside and hid behind the wreckage of the car buried in the heavy snow.

   Old Walter's expression changed, and he looked at the captain of the guard who pulled the bolt to continue shooting in horror, and said in a loss.

"Are you crazy!?"

   The captain of the guards gave him a vicious look, then at the guards huddled behind the cover.

   "What's wrong with me and the predators! Hit me if you don't want to die!"

  Across the street, looking at the bullet marks that fell not far away, the players not only did not panic at all, but shouted excitedly.

   "Boss! Fire on the other side!"

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

   "Rush them!"

  Although it was a little different from the plan, since the opposite side has already opened fire.

  Chu Guang did not hesitate, looked at the mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in the sight he had been waiting for for a long time.

"beat!"

   "Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave Mengxin a look at the gun emplacement, and shouted excitedly, "Waste El!"

   Shooting Zhu Yuan had already been set up, and the power department Meng Xin immediately lit the fuse behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.

  ——!

  The fire and white smoke sprayed, and the thunder-like shells drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Bette Street.

   "Boom!"

   Accompanied by the thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the gate made of wood exploded like it was struck by lightning!

   The captain of the guard who was standing behind the bunker and fired, was suddenly scared and retreated behind the bunker.

   At this time, a whistle sounded from the far side of the street, followed by a shocking scream, like a billowing wave rushing towards the defensive position.

   "Fire! Hit me all!"

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

   His morale, which was already low, was shattered by the blast of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting, let alone sticking his head out and shooting, he was brave enough to escape without leaving the cover.

   Seeing that the other guards had been frightened, old Walter couldn't help thinking of what happened a long time ago.

   Long, long ago, when he was young, Bate Street was once sacked by the raiders of the Bloody Hand.

   At that time, there were 12 guards, and 11 people were killed by 11 people. Only two people survived.

   What if the hunters in the town were successfully mobilized?

   These people are ruthless people who have even trodden down the old nest of the Blood Hand clan, and pacifying them is probably a matter of charging.

   Besides…

  Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack. It was the blue jacket who had been on Bette Street for a while and then went missing.

  If these people came out of the shelter, it wouldn’t necessarily be difficult for them poor people.

   "Surrender... The reinforcements haven't come yet, so they probably won't come. There are only 11 of us here, and they can't be their opponents."

   Old Walter put down the gun in his hand.

   Looking at the captain of the guard who turned his gun on him, he said with a sigh.

   "Why? Now that neither side is dead, they may not treat prisoners too badly."

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

   "Don't force me."

   Old Walter reached for the barrel of his gun, didn't move, looked at him seriously.

   "If you must shoot, shoot."

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

   Watching the captain of the guard whose expression changed from stern to stiff, and from stiff to despair, Old Walter breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly took off the rifle from his trembling hand.

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

   The captain of the guard couldn't see the blood on his face, and squeezed out a weak smile.

"hope."

   (end of this chapter)