Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1122 - 1115: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Chapter 1122: Chapter 1115: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

The battle quickly turned one-sided, and wherever Hu Daoke’s machine gun swept, the invaders threw down their weapons and fled, showing no desire to resist.

Luo’er had thought it would be a protracted battle, but as soon as they got involved, the enemy retreated like lightning, leaving him stunned for a long time.

Even though the enemy was in retreat, they had no intention of stopping their shooting; instead, they continued to pursue the remnants. Luo’er’s kindness and politeness were exhibited in the way he treated his guests. When it came to enemies, he was colder than anyone.

Raising his gun, Luo’er brought down a hunter who was desperately fleeing. Suddenly, he felt his scalp tighten and instinctively crouched down. At that moment, a gunshot rang out on the tree trunk to his right, and the bullet buzzed past him.

"Cease fire, we are not the enemy!" Luo’er shouted from behind cover.

Although he did not know whether the others could hear him, Luo’er dared not stick his head out. If he was shot in the head by these Elf Militia, it would be like ’the monk flooding the temple.’

The gunshots gradually ceased, and the Advance Team, after chasing for a distance, also stopped pursuing. The enemy ran faster than rabbits, disappearing into the forests in the blink of an eye. To forcefully chase them would be a futile effort.

The enemy’s losses in this battle, frankly speaking, were not particularly severe. Carefully counted, only about five or six were killed by the Advance Team. However, the enemy lost many weapons and equipment, making it unlikely for them to form an effective fighting force anytime soon.

It was unclear whom these people had learned from; each time they fled, they dropped their weapons and ran, like dogs that had lost their homes. Even when the people of Earth had been defeated terribly in the past, they had not abandoned their weapons. These Otherworlders seemed completely indifferent to the loss of their costly weapons, dropping them and running at the slightest danger.

After the battle ended, the Advance Team members cautiously came out from their hiding places, and Cheng Ziang released each hostage before bringing them to an open area in the village.

Meanwhile, the Elf Militia also cautiously came out from cover, holding their bolt-action rifles and warily observing the people of the Advance Team.

Hu Daoke, carrying a light machine gun, came forward with a hand on his forehead, blood streaming through his fingers. Seeing his condition, Cheng Ziang immediately tensed up and asked with a frown, "What happened? Were you hit by the enemy?"

"You should ask those Elves. They can’t hit an enemy right, but they’re pretty accurate with friendly fire," Hu Daoke said irritably, glancing at the Elf Militia.

"What happened!" Cheng Ziang became furious, walked forward, and forcefully pushed the leader of the Elf Militia.

The Elf almost stumbled and fell when pushed. Alarmed, he prepared to raise his bolt-action rifle. But Cheng Ziang didn’t allow it, quickly removing the bolt from the rifle in his hands before kicking him to the ground.

The Elf Militia was mostly male, though there were females as well. These few male Elves needed to ensure the safety of the village when it was invaded.

"We’ve been working hard to protect you, keeping your women from being defiled, and yet you aim at your own people and shoot accurately!" Cheng Ziang pointed at him and shouted angrily.

Although he wasn’t sure who had shot Hu Daoke, pointing and yelling at their leader seemed definitely not a problem.

"Please, calm yourself, your Excellency, it was our mistake. Allow us to apologize and make amends," an Elf woman, who understood the Tasta language, stepped forward to stop Cheng Ziang, speaking with a heavy southern accent to console him.

"No need for such words; we aren’t interested," Tangmo said coldly, beckoning Hu Daoke over to use Healing Magic on him.

"It’s fine, let them treat him; it saves them feeling as if they owe us anything," Luo’er emerged from behind cover, his expression equally sour.

Although he had not been hit by the Elf Militia, he had been quite frightened. Those Elf Militia were outrageous, not recognizing kin during battle and even firing on their own people when reinforcements arrived, all the while exhibiting decent shooting skills.

"Half-blood?" The moment the Elf woman saw Luo’er, she immediately widened her eyes and couldn’t help exclaiming; quickly, her eyes revealed a look of disdain.

When the Elf Militia saw Luo’er, they became tense again, quickly raising their weapons. Clearly, in their eyes, Luo’er, being a half-blood, was equivalent to an enemy.

"You really are stubborn. We save you and you point guns at us," Cheng Ziang spoke, his long knife somehow already placed at the throat of the female Elf.

Rat-a-tat-tat!!!

At that moment, Hu Daoke suddenly raised his light machine gun and fired dozens of rounds into the sky. The loud gunshots made everyone present cover their ears involuntarily, and some of the younger Elves even started crying from fright.

"You think you can resist us with a few crappy guns? Are you looking for death?" Hu Daoke, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, was receiving treatment from Tangmo while he aimed the gun at the Wood Elves.

Clearly, his domineering attitude was somewhat more persuasive. Threatened by him, all the Wood Elves trembled uncontrollably, and a few of the Elf Militia exchanged glances, cautiously setting down their weapons.

The scene suddenly became quiet, the Wood Elves staring wide-eyed at the light machine gun in Hu Daoke’s hands, that could fire millions of bullets, trembling all over.

The equipment of the Advance Team was clearly far superior to that of the hunting teams. If a conflict actually broke out, the militia struggling even against the hunting teams would be akin to a unilateral slaughter against the Advance Team.

"Are you okay now?" Luo’er reached out and touched the bandage on Hu Daoke’s forehead, asking with concern.

"Oh, it’s just a scrape, it just looks scary," Hu Daoke reassured him.

"That’s good, let’s go then, don’t stoop to their level," Luo’er said, relieved.

Their initial purpose was to prevent the hunting teams from plundering the Elves. Since the crisis was averted, there was no point in staying. It was better to continue on their journey.

In fact, Luo’er had intended to hit and run, but seeing Hu Daoke injured by these Elf Militia, as the Captain, he still needed to retrieve his authority, otherwise his prestige in the team would certainly diminish.

Since Hu Daoke was not pursuing their responsibility, they had no reason to stay.

In reality, Hu Daoke was also giving Luo’er a way out. Being of mixed Wood Elf descent, he was caught between both sides. Even doing a good deed did not yield positive recognition but only trouble, so he had no desire to squabble over such matters and prevent Luo’er from being further scorned.

"Wait, please wait, we..." Seeing the members of the Advance Team about to turn around and leave, the female Elf spoke up hesitantly.

"That’s not necessary, we don’t need any gestures from you, that’s it," Luo’er waved his hand and said without turning back.

"Could you tell me your name?" the Elf woman asked earnestly.

Hearing her question, Luo’er was silent for a moment, then softly said, "Luo’er..."

After that, he said no more, leading everyone away from the village. Frankly, this battle could hardly be called a formal battle, as the enemy virtually crumbled upon contact, and most of their time was spent chasing the fleeing soldiers.

But the outcome of this battle left everyone quite dissatisfied, especially with the Wood Elves’ attitude toward Luo’er.

Out of respect for Luo’er, the members of the Advance Team had nearly made it a habit that they could be mocked, but not Luo’er. Luo’er didn’t mind the discrimination himself, but the others felt as if they were being spit on the face.

"It’s infuriating, to help but not receive any benefits," Hu Daoke grumbled, covering his forehead.

"Forget it, since we’ve helped already, take their words as nothing and it’ll be comfortable," Cheng Ziang said as he shook his head and comforted them, while turning to glance at Luo’er.

He understood Luo’er’s character. Even if given another chance, Luo’er would still choose to help the village. Not to mention, he was also an Elf; defending the weak was a justice Luo’er always upheld.

Just as everyone was feeling down, a burst of intense gunfire suddenly came from ahead, startling them. The sound was coming from where the carriages were located.