Chapter 205.2: Fierce Battle of Winter Willow Camp

Night Ten didn't stop after missing the shot. He immediately adjusted the gun to aim at the next target, and shot and killed the marauder lying beside the well.

"3!"

If I can't kill that leader, it's not bad to kill some of his men.

However, just at that moment, several bullets flew over their heads.

Although they weren't hit, Night Ten and Gale had to retreat to the back of the slope.

"Damn it! They have really strong firepower...” Night Ten cursed.

"..." Gale didn't speak. He silently took a wooden-handled grenade from his waist, carefully reached out of the cover, picked up the binoculars to search in the village, and quickly locked the source of bullets that were fired at them.

The man held an automatic rifle in his hand, with a bipod hanging from the barrel and a disc-shaped magazine.

My goodness.

A squad automatic weapon modified from an automatic rifle?

"A distance of 250 meters, time to explosion is 6 seconds. The initial velocity of the throw needs to be more than 41 m/s... No, it needs to be faster." Gale said quietly in his mouth and calculated silently.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to throw a projectile that far, and it was even less likely for a grenade to reach the same initial velocity as a javelin.

But...

His right hand was not an ordinary right hand!

What he was going to throw was no ordinary javelin either.

It was comparable to the speed of a cannonball!

Raising his arm and swinging it forcefully, the grenade was released from Gale's hand, drawing a parabola and smashing towards the village.

The bullets from the machine gun quickly rained down at him and forced him to lay down again. However, as a loud explosion came from far away, the ferocious firepower was directed into the skies as it swept across the treetops. The next second, it stopped abruptly.

The snow falling from the treetops buried both of them.

Night Ten shook his head, got out of the snowdrift, and said excitedly while steadying his sniper rifle again. "Holy cow, brother. That’s more than 200 meters! You are just like a human mortar!"

Even movies wouldn’t dare to shoot ridiculous scenes like that!

Picking up the binoculars again to observe what was happening in the distance, Gale replied casually with an expressionless face. "I can adjust my strength of my right hand... It's pretty good once you get used to it."

"Awesome! But what are you going to do if you drop your equipment? Will you be uncomfortable with your old hand..."

"Hush!"

Their location had been exposed when the leader dodged their shot earlier, and logically, they should have been moving to a new position.

However, they were in a forest environment, and only a slope on the west side could provide an overview of the village. Even if they could move to another location, there would be no better sniping point than the spot they were currently at.

Besides, Ample Time and Quit Smoking had already sneaked to the east gate of the village. That was when they needed support the most!

Perfectly on cue, Quit Smoking held a Sickle assault rifle in his hand and took the lead to rush in through the gate. He charged forward with the support of Ample Time's arrows.

Night Ten, who had rearranged the position of his sniper rifle, pulled the trigger quickly, taking out a rifleman who was targeting the two of them. He provided amazing cover fire as they pushed deeper.

The simultaneous attack caught the marauders in the village by surprise.

In just 5 minutes of fighting, the group of more than 20 marauders had already lost 40% of their men.

The remaining marauders could only hide in the buildings, relying on covers and obstacles to avoid the deadly bullets of the sniper rifle, and stand in a stalemate with uninvited guests who entered the village.

Their morale started to shake!

"I feel like we can take them out just by ourselves!" Night Ten said excitedly, pulling the bolt, "We don’t need reinforcements at all!"

"Don't be careless, and keep an eye on your target..." Before he finished speaking, Gale suddenly saw a red signal flare rising from the village into the sky.

An unpleasant feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

"It's time for us to move."

"Move?"

Night Ten was stunned for a moment, wondering if it was really necessary. Those people had been forced to hide in the building by them and didn't dare to move. What else could they do?

However, the next moment, the roars of the engine came from a distance.

Gale was startled, and immediately held the binoculars before his eyes to look in the direction where the engine sound came from.

There, he saw two trucks stopped at the edge of the forest on their north side, about 500 or 600 meters away.

About 40 people jumped out of the trucks and splitted up into four teams, advancing rapidly from north to south. Their current position was exactly on the route of those on the hill!

Also noticing the situation in the north, Night Ten's expression changed instantly. "Fuck... this is bad."

Forty people! They would not be able to fight off so many people at all!

Gale's expression was pretty dim as well. "Can you hit them?"

Night Ten swallowed nervously, "I can hit... Hit my ass! I don't even have forty bullets!"

Not to mention that it was extremely difficult to hit a moving target, even if each shot was a headshot, he still wouldn't be able to take out so many people!

After hearing Night Ten's answer, Gale only took a second to make the decision. "Then, there's no other way but to withdraw!"

While the rewards of the mission were tempting, the strength of the enemy had gone beyond the scope they could handle.

If they withdrew, they would only waste some ammunition. But if they continued to fight, they might lose their equipment.

However, almost at the same time as he made his decision, the VM on his arm suddenly vibrated.

A line of notifications appeared.

[Mission:

Reinforce Winter Willow Camp (Complete)

]

[Mission (new):

Cooperate with your reinforcements to defeat the marauders! (In Progress)

]

Gale was dazed for a moment before ecstasy emerged on his face.

He looked up suddenly to the south, noticing that in the forest, the outlines of dozens of figures had already emerged from the forest!

Night Ten, who was lying on the ground, also saw the situation in the distance, and shouted out, overjoyed. "It's our guys! Our reinforcements are here!"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of battle had already rang out in the distance along with the signal to charge.

"Brothers, charge!"

"Go, go, go!"

"Die!"

“Demacia!”

The earth-shattering shouts swept from the south to the north, as if thousands of troops were rushing in the forest.

Before the players arrived, their overwhelming aura had already frightened the marauders in the village to the point that their courage had completely shattered, and they were sweating profusely.

A drop of sweat fell from Yu's forehead.

Being pinned by the sniper rifle in the wooden house, he didn't dare to poke his head out, and he didn’t know how long it would take for reinforcements to come.

He only knew one thing, and that was if they didn't withdraw, he and his brothers would die miserably!

"Let’s retreat! From those battle cries, there are at least a hundred people!" Iron Knee, who was hiding in another log cabin, yelled at him.

Reaching a consensus with another squad leader, Yu immediately made a decision and shouted loudly, "Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

In Winter Willow Camp.

The marauders couldn't hold on any longer. They left their covers and wounded companions, fled from the occupied cabins and sheds, and escaped to the north.

The gunfire faded away.

The survivors who were hiding in the cabinets, under the beds, and in the ruins, came out of the hiding spots.

Looking at the destroyed village and the corpses scattered on the ground, their faces had a blank expression. But soon someone began to cry, or silently knelt on the ground.

It was not so much despair as it was numbness.

No one knew how to face what had happened, and no one knew what to do next.

The boy found his little sister, patted her on the back of the head, and muttered something to comfort her.

Ma Zhanqiu, the village chief of Winter Willow Camp, found his eldest son who was shot dead by the marauders on the street leading to the north gate.

He was holding a shotgun in his hand, his eyes were wide open, and there were still two unloaded bullets in his hand.

The old man’s Adam's Apple moved a few times, but eventually, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

Ample Time, who was carrying a mechanical compound bow, and Quit Smoking, who was carrying a rifle, walked out from the side of the street.

Looking at the messy and tragic state of the village, Quit Smoking swallowed and said "Is this game always so realistic?..."

"It's always been, and before you came, we've seen worse. Fortunately, there are emotion dulling filters, and taking off the helmet is like waking up from a lucid dream. The parts of the dream that make your brain feel uncomfortable will be blurred out, so you don't need to worry," Ample Time patted Quit Smoking on the shoulder and said, "Just get used to it."

If he couldn't get used to it, there were easier ways to play this game.

For example, fishing, hunting, and mushroom picking.

This game did not stipulate how players had to play. In fact, the game company had been encouraging players to find their own style that fit within the rules.

Quit Smoking nodded blankly.

Indeed...

If it was in reality, even if he wouldn’t be scared to the point that he would pee his pants at this moment, he would definitely be scared silly. There was no way he would still be able to talk and laugh with his teammate like this.

After all, no matter how bloody the game he played, he was still an ordinary person.

But at the end of the day, players’ bodies in the game were not the same as the ones in reality.

If their bodies in the game were as weak as in reality, who would still be able to enjoy the game?

Just take his body, which was enfeebled by tobacco and alcohol in reality, as an example, he would have to gasp for air after running 20 to 30 meters, not to mention charging while holding a rifle.

With his physical condition, any scavengers would be able to kick his ass...