This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 131: Encounter Battle on Street No.76!

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Encounter Battle on Street No.76!

East gate of the Wetland Park, where Street No.76 meets the ruins of an overpass, gunfire and explosions melded into one continuous roar.

The group from Edge Shoveling that had entered Street No.76 first didn’t get far before they walked into an ambush by a squad of Mutants.

The two in the lead were turned into porcupines on the spot, while the remaining eight scattered and fell back, taking cover and pulling out their weapons to return fire.

Hearing the gunfire ahead, the cow and horse squad following close behind from the park rushed to support.

However, the ambushing Mutants quickly noticed them, and soon several Cold Arrows flew their way.

Fang Chang, struck by an arrow in the stomach, was dragged behind cover by Old White.

"Fuck! If I’d brought my Mechanical Composite Bow, I’d have shot these motherfuckers dead!"

Fang Chang cursed as he reached for the arrow in his stomach, but before he could touch the shaft, Old White slapped his hand away.

"What the hell?"

Old White spoke with a serious face.

"I just looked at those arrows from the Mutants; they all have hooks. If you try to pull it out by force, be careful you don’t rip out your intestines!"

Hiss...

Fang Chang shivered and took in a sharp breath.

It didn’t hurt, but it was still frightening to hear.

Crouched behind the nearby cover, Brother Mole from Canyon Runaway lit Molotov Cocktails and handed them to a nearby Strength-type player, indicating the direction to throw.

The Molotov Cocktails traced a beautiful parabola over the friendly defensive line and the Mutants’ position. Burning pitch scattered in all directions, turning the old car wrecks into a fireball and forcing the Mutants behind cover to move.

The friendlies up front immediately seized the opportunity, opening fire en masse, with at least a dozen bullets raining down on the exposed Mutants, wreaking havoc on them.

But mere havoc was not enough.

The injured Mutants were quickly dragged by their comrades into a storefront on the side of the street. The wounds of these green-skinned brutes would clot and scab at an incredible speed, and before long they would be up and spry in front of them again.

Night Ten was the only one in the cow and horse squad with a gun, and although his shooting skills had improved over time, hitting a target two to three hundred meters away was still no easy task.

Especially when Cold Arrows were being lobbed at him from the opposite direction, causing him quite a bit of trouble.

Several arrows he dodged by relying on his high Perception instinct, barely grazing past his ears, making his heart pound with fear.

One careless move, and he’d go straight back to the Forum on a One-Way Trip.

"Damn it! I’ve never fought such a disgusting enemy!" exclaimed Night Ten, having a hard time hitting his mark and cursing up a storm as he saw a Looter take a bullet and act as if nothing had happened.

The last Molotov Cocktail was also used up, and Brother Mole bellowed out.

"We don’t have guns; let’s bail!"

These Incendiary Bombs were originally meant for moths, but now they were all used on the Mutants.

Hearing that their teammates behind were planning to retreat, those at the edge of Edge Shoveling panicked and quickly shouted back.

"Fuck! Don’t leave us behind!"

Fang Chang, lying wounded next to Old White, cursed.

"Then fucking give me a gun! We’re here to run a dungeon, not even carrying guns, what good is this!?"

Canyon Runaway’s Mole: "Mosquito, where the hell are you?! How much longer do you need?"

"Almost there, almost there!"

Finally retrieving his box from his teammate’s corpse, Mosquito hurriedly opened it and pulled out the "Storm V0.5 Personal Edition" inside.

Without time to introduce his equipment, Mosquito lit the fuse and hefted the rocket launcher, as thick as a thigh, onto his shoulder. Aiming at the nearest Mutant, he defiantly yelled out a challenge.

"Waste the fucker!"

The tail flames and white smoke from the rocket filled his own face. A huge fist of a rocket blasted straight at a fifty-meter distant deserted bus, followed by an explosion of orange-red fire.

To be fair, the power was quite shocking!

Especially since Mosquito had learned from the lesson of "Midnight Chicken Killing" and had replaced the high-explosive warhead with an Incendiary Warhead and increased the charge.

While he did not hit the target he aimed at directly, the swirl of flames enveloped a Mutant, burning him as he let out a howl of agony, rolling in the snow, and was shot dead amidst the chaotic fire from the players in the front.

Fang Chang, observing from behind the cover, furrowed his brows and said.

"There’s at least 10 of them left on the other side!"

Old White, "I feel like there are at least 20 of them!"

Fang Chang, "20 is unlikely. If there were that many, they wouldn’t just be in a standoff with us, they would have overrun the guys up front already!"

Fang Chang came to this conclusion because they were not in the superior position in terms of numbers; hence their rather sneaky tactics.

Even so, the situation was far from optimistic.

On one hand, the Bull and Horse Squad had nine people, all equipped with "moth weapons," which were useless against the Mutants.

On the other hand, the Edge Shoveling team had ten people with guns but was caught off guard right from the start. Now, only five were still holding their positions, with the rest either dead or injured, badly enough to be incapacitated.

The players’ will was unyielding, as long as they could still move their hands, they wouldn’t stop fighting. However, the realities of the situation created a gap that sheer willpower alone couldn’t bridge.

They were not facing just one or two Mutants.

They were up against an entire Mutant ambush team!

The team must have been lying in wait for a while, just waiting for them to enter the ambush zone for a brutal surprise attack.

The greenhouse convoy at the rear found themselves in a bind.

Both Fang Chang and Brother Mole knew very well that if they continued the standoff, the odds of disaster were high.

But if they abandoned the forward teams and retreated, those Mutants would certainly charge without hesitation and devour the advance allied forces.

Running low on ammo, Edge Shoveling decided to take off his own VM and stuff it into his fur pouch before tossing it towards Fang Chang and the others.

"Take my VM back! Get out of here!"

Night Ten caught the pouch and, seeing Edge Shoveling outfitting his rifle with a bayonet, exclaimed in shock,

"F*ck, bro, have you lost your mind?! Going bayonet to bayonet with Mutants?!"

Edge Shoveling bore a tragic look as he glanced at his newly purchased beloved rifle, gritting his teeth and yelling.

"Go! Don’t mind me!"

Night Ten was stunned.

"No, what I mean is throw your gun over too!"

A gun was worth hundreds of Silver Coins, which was way more than a 40 Silver Coin VM.

Edge Shoveling: "%￥#@!"

Sensing that the firepower of their prey had weakened, the Mutants began to stir and move forward, ready to hunt these feeble humans in the most primitive way.

Just as Edge Shoveling was cursing and about to throw his gun over too, there came some noise from the direction of the Wetland Park.

A row of familiar figures burst out of the bushes.

Fang Chang, peering from behind the cover, suddenly saw a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes. He tore his throat open to shout at the allies in front,

"Reinforcements!"

"Our reinforcements have arrived!"

Almost simultaneously as he shouted, a dense volley of gunfire and overwhelming battle cries erupted from the jungle.

"Kill them!"

"For the Alliance!"

"For His Majesty the Manager!"

The surging and spirited battle roars stirred the blood, and although nearly every player shouted different slogans, this motley crew managed to project the might of thousands of soldiers.

The fearless Mutants seemed to be overwhelmed by the momentum.

However, they didn’t turn tail and run like Looters but were provoked by the charge into a frenzy of savagery and brutality. They tossed aside their bows and arrows and spears, pulled out uneven Battle Axes and clubs wrapped with iron wire, and charged towards the approaching players.

These lambs for the slaughter dared to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them!

The two sides collided quickly and engaged in brutal close combat. A player at the forefront was sent flying with a swing of a club, but soon more players thrust forward with lances, turning the lead Mutants into pincushions.

Before the charge, they had all thrown away their VMs and had utterly shed any pretense or dignity of civilized beings.

They were all prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice, even when facing beasts ten or more levels stronger, no one flinched.

In reality, it was fine to wince and cower.

But in the Game, what was there to fear?

In three days, they’d respawn as good as new!

Both sides had blood in their eyes, and the scene was incredibly bloody for a moment!

These mutants were probably facing such brave humans for the first time; they didn’t turn tail and flee when charged but instead fought back fiercely.

"ROAR!!!"

Enraged and swinging the club in hand, an "elite" mutant, clearly larger than the others, blocked an incoming axe with his muscle-veined arm. Then, with a casual swing of his mace, he sent the one holding the axe flying away.

Just like playing baseball!

"Come on, you bunch of ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me?"

Damn, they really did come!

Shaking off the blood and flesh from his club, the enraged mutant elite glared at the humans who, undeterred, were howling and rushing towards him.

This was a first!

Just then, a tall figure suddenly appeared among the crowd opposite.

The man, gleaming in his breastplate, was covered in steel plates, holding an absurdly large warhammer across his hands, his steps steady and firm as he advanced toward him.

Sensing a dangerous aura exuding from the man, the mutant elite slightly lowered his stance and gripped his mace tighter.

"ROAR—!"

With another roar, he explosively propelled himself forward, swinging his mace as he charged at the target armored like a tin can.

"I’m going to smash your skull!!"

Chu Guang remained unflustered, swinging the hammer in his hand and smashing it towards the mutant.

With 16 points in strength, plus the driving force of the exoskeleton, even an ordinary hammer could bring down a wall.

Not to mention, its hammer face was coated with a layer of high-pressure nitrogen!

"Goodbye."

The collision of flesh and technology!

The nitrogen armor, nearly compressed into a solid, exploded in an instant. The mutant elite, yet to realize what happened, was blasted away, his arm and club shattering into pieces!

He crashed next to a trash can a dozen meters away, the previous second’s vibrant elite mutant instantly struggling for life.

That one hammer blow not only shattered his arm but also ruptured his internal organs with the explosive shockwave.

"Manager is awesome!"

"Charge!"

"The kill is mine!"

Seeing the elite monster knocked out by an NPC, players wielding spears and axes charged excitedly to deliver the finishing blows, as if invigorated with chicken blood.

Gripping the hammer to stabilize himself, Chu Guang expressionlessly glanced at his dying opponent, but he was inwardly astonished.

In that instant of close combat, the strength he felt at his wrist and the base of his thumb was clearly above that of a "bear"!

He hadn’t expected that an elite monster, just a bit larger, would possess such power!

Add to that their freakish resilience; no wonder his group of players had such a hard fight!

After beheading the mutant elite, Chu Guang didn’t linger. He continued forward with his hammer, picking off isolated targets.

Ordinary arrows and stones hitting his breastplate felt like tickling, leaving not even a scratch. Blunt force impacts were a concern, but with players covering him, hardly any mutants could get close - it was he who was hammering people down.

After blasting away the third mutant, the last one was turned into a hedgehog by the players’ spears and javelins and had its skull chopped off by an axe.

The skirmish that erupted at the entrance of Street No. 76 finally ended in victory for Shelter No. 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and not a single person surrendered.

After the battle, Chu Guang had Xiao Qi use a drone to tally the casualties.

Players participating on their side: 101 people, 15 dead, 6 injured.

Mutants participating: 11 people, 11 dead.

Picking up the VM he had dropped on the ground earlier, the players received the battle report sent by the Manager, their faces showing surprise.

"Holy shit... 101 people ganging up on 11, and we still lost 4 more than they did!"

"Be content, the official data shows that the mutants are at least level 20 or above, and I feel it’s even more! The last time, ten people ganged up on one and ended up with 1 dead and 1 injured. This time we managed a total wipeout despite being ambushed. Personally, I’m already satisfied."

"We charged too soon, should’ve shot them for a bit longer before charging."

"There’s no point, every one of them on the other side is like a tank, with thick skin, high defense, and scarily strong recovery powers—it’s like they’ve all put on a tyrant’s armor. Even if you empty your bullets and charge in, I don’t think it would make much difference; on the contrary, it’s possible that our teammates at the front would get killed in the charge, increasing our casualties."

"These green-skins are too fierce; my axe got knocked clean out of my hand."

"That’s nothing; the one we were ganging up on had three spears stuck in his body and was still swinging a mace fighting with us. In the end, it took a close-range headshot to finally take the brute down!"

"Doesn’t it make sense to sharpen the blade?"

"Why didn’t Meat Mountain Big Steamed Bun join in?"

"This batch of newcomers is too timid; next time we should recruit more CF players."

With an arrow stuck in his arm and blood all over him, Old White limped over while carrying a lance in one hand and a rolled-edge knife in the other.

Despite his serious injuries, his face was filled with excitement.

Fighting with these mutants was way more thrilling than chasing after Looters!

This, this is what you call a real battle.

Running after bullies who only pick on the weak; that’s nothing but a slaughter.

"Manager, should we pursue the victory?"

Chu Guang glanced at his wounds and said indifferently,

"Your injuries are severe, continuing to fight could lead to irreversible damage. I don’t want to see anyone else die because of untreatable serious injuries."

"Take your teammates back to the cultivation chamber to rest."

Pursuing them wasn’t realistic.

The fact that these mutants did not attack by rushing into the forest, but instead chose to ambush at the entrance of Street No. 76, showed that they are not as brainless as they seem.

Not only were they masters in the art of guerrilla warfare, but they were also very cautious.

The reason they haven’t sent reinforcements yet is probably not due to a lack of strength but likely a deliberate display of weakness, with troops scattered around in ambush.

If we charge in, it’s sure to be another brutal meat grinder.

Why bother?

With a life lost every three days, we should be able to wear them down, right?

Looking toward the end of the street, Chu Guang chuckled, waved his hand to signal the nearby players to clean up the bodies, equipment, and spoils on the ground, and return to Outpost Base.

The corpses filled several covered carts, and the stench of blood could be smelt from a great distance.

Watching the bodies on the carts, the Nomads gathered at the east gate showed expressions of surprise and panic.

Of course, what surprised them the most was the expression on the faces of those in Blue Jackets surrounding the carts.

Many were wounded, some lightly, others heavily, with some completely covered in blood, unidentifiable as enemy or their own.

However, on everyone’s face was a nonchalant expression; they even carried their weapons and laughed and talked, having a merry time with their comrades beside them.

These people seemed to know no fear, treating death like passing clouds.

They were like the War Gods under the command of their ancestors!

Many of the marriageable unwed tribal girls not only blushed at the sight but also had moist eyes.

As the leader of the tribe, Wu Battle Axe approached the triumphant Chu Guang and, seeing the blood on his armor, asked cautiously,

"Sir, are you injured?"

"It’s the enemy’s blood."

Wiping it casually, unable to remove it, Chu Guang didn’t bother and continued to speak to Wu Battle Axe,

"There’s a tribe of mutants on Street No. 76, at least 30 in number. The specific count is unknown; tell your people to stay away from there."

"Also, if there’s any disturbance, report to me immediately."

"Remember, do not engage in battle without authorization!"

Hearing that they were facing mutants, Wu Battle Axe looked at the blood on Chu Guang’s breastplate with immense shock.

With both hands clasped in a fist, he respectfully accepted the order.

"As you command!"

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(I’ve been a bit unsettled these past few days; I will try to adjust and still aim to post at ten o’clock if possible! _(:з」∠)_)