This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 69 Surrounded by Fat Sheep?

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Surrounded by Fat Sheep?

Morale?

Desperation?

Fear?

These emotions could arise in anyone,

but they simply couldn’t surface in players!

They might not be well-trained soldiers, but they were born warriors.

The threat of death meant nothing to them, and the sound of gunfire not only failed to scare them but rather ignited their desire for battle, experience, and loot.

Shedding the mask of civilization, at that moment they were the true disasters.

Just like undead fearless of death!

Looters?

Fuck them!

It’s been so long since the server opened, and finally, an exciting event came along!

"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"

"Attention all squads, you’re facing the fiercest scum in the Wasteland, the rules and methods of civilization don’t apply to them, show no mercy! Use all means you can think of, and hit them hard!"

"Beat them till they kneel and beg for mercy!"

In this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reservists.

And that was nearly everyone nearby the base!

Fifteen revolvers armed thirty people.

Each pair shared one rifle with 15 7mm bullets between them, with one person also carrying Bow and Arrow and Throwing items for support from the rear.

If a teammate fell, a reserve would step up.

If ammunition ran out, they’d engage in close combat!

Thirty players split into fifteen squads, scattering from both the east and west gates, spreading out to flank from the direction of the north gate.

Since there was no radio communication, they agreed to signal with a whistle.

The other four players with the highest contributions were led by Chu Guang himself, carrying newly bought 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles, each still with 15 rounds of ammunition, flanking from the west gate to the rear side of the looters.

When the whistle sounded, gunshots merged into a continuous barrage in the woods, bullets flew wildly through the air, explosions thundered, making it impossible to hear each other.

But that didn’t matter!

To the players, unaffected by morale, the more chaotic the battle, the more excited they became, which worked to their advantage. Over thirty people managed to exert the force of sixty, completely encircling the mere ten looters.

If it weren’t for only death penalty being waived, along with needing to think about the respawn CD, they would have already rushed in with spears, axes, and stools.

"Maintain the firing line, maintain the firing line, don’t just stand and shoot, we move from south to north. It’s noon, they’re backlit, we have the advantage!"

"Flank from the left, smoke on the right, they’ll think they’re surrounded!"

"Aren’t you afraid of being heard shouting like that?"

"They can’t understand shit!"

"Dude, that actually makes sense!"

"Damn, this is way more exciting than squad."

"Shit, I think I’ve been shot... Huh? It really doesn’t hurt at all?"

The looters at the north gate were completely dumbfounded.

They were no regular army, just a ragtag bunch of fighters, always facing soft targets, easily shattered, but they had never encountered such hard nuts that grew fiercer with combat.

"How many of them are there???"

"I don’t know! Fuck, is this really just a thirty-person survivor base?! I feel... like there are way more than thirty just surrounding us!"

"Fuck, why do they seem more like bandits than us!"

They managed to retreat only fifty meters.

The recently dispersed looters were pressed firmly to the ground, pinned behind cover, daring not to move, barely able to return fire.

Bullets whizzed past their scalps, along with the flash and smoke of explosives, occasionally accompanied by arrows, stones, and spears through the thick smoke.

The air was filled with a pungent sulfur smell.

They couldn’t even tell where the bullets were coming from, feeling as though they were being shot at from all directions.

"The enemy is on our flanks! Dammit! They’re trying to surround us!"

"What the hell?! These cowards dare to surround us?!"

"Shit, how dare they come out of the walls!"

The badger named Centurion was totally stunned.

It was supposed to be their side initiating the attack, so how were they the ones being surrounded?

He had led raids on survivor bases before, fewer than five at times, almost a hundred at others, but never had he encountered such stubborn and outrageous resistance.

Holy shit.

Was it full mobilization?

Badger could feel that the enemy’s marksmanship was poor, their equipment inferior to his own side, yet their side’s momentum was overwhelmed by the enemies.

An ominous premonition grew stronger, and he’d already harbored thoughts of retreat.

But these people clearly had no intention of letting them go.

The sound of gunfire was clearly moving towards their rear, getting closer. If they didn’t find a way out soon, they’d soon face encirclement from three sides.

Realizing this, Badger’s blood was ignited.

His eyes turned blood-red, he clenched his teeth and fixed a bayonet to his rifle.

"Fuck it! Let’s fight them!"

However, just as he thought this, from a nearby cover, a strange figure suddenly appeared.

That man held a bizarre-looking contraption, composed of a barrel and a pipe, resembling... a giant spray kettle?

The man placed the contraption on the ground, set up its wooden biped stand, pointed the nozzle their way, muttering something incomprehensible, accompanied by an almost insane laugh.

Badger naturally couldn’t understand.

But the nearby players could hear clearly, consciously avoiding this madman.

"Hahaha! Feel the heat from me!"

A narrow flame spat out from the pipe, drenching the center of the looters’ position.

Although this shower of fire hit no one, it ignited the surrounding dry branches and leaves, creating a fiery barrier across the battlefield.

Thick smoke billowed up.

The ground was scorchingly hot!

Smoke everywhere, choking the looters, almost blinding their ability to aim.

Brother Mosquito only managed to spray a burst of fire before immediately dropping his "Hellfire 0.2" and fled.

No choice but to run.

Spraying was exhilarating, but the backblast pressure was insufficient; the fire traveled back up the fuel and ignited itself.

Brother Mosquito hadn’t gotten far when his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang.

Fortunately, the surrounding players had quickly moved away, so they did not injure their own people.

Although they only managed to fire a single round, its effect had clearly been achieved.

The flames raging on the battlefield, along with the nearly scorched surrounding air, became the final straw that broke the Looter’s psychological defenses.

The loud whistle sounded again, signaling the charge.

The encircling players were almost out of bullets, amidst the ground filled with smoke and fire, and their eyes were bloodshot with fury.

Upon hearing the whistle, they, as if injected with adrenaline, roared out from cover, picking up spears, axes, and even bricks, and launched a charge under the cover of shouting and thick smoke.

The surrounded Looters, who had never seen such a spectacle and had always been the ones charging at others, couldn’t hold their morale any longer.

This motley crew began to collapse from the outermost perimeter, eventually turning tail and fleeing.

Three hounds were involved, with one killed by Trash King, another scared off by the big green Lizards, and the last killed by stray bullets during the flee.

Seeing his comrades fall one after another, Badger, in despair, trembled as he dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground with his hands raised.

"Stop! I beg you!"

"We surrender!"

...

Principally speaking, Looters seldom surrender, as they had never treated their captives kindly and no one treated them kindly in return.

However, the Blue Jackets on these people gave Badger a glimmer of hope for luck.

Who would choose death when they could live?

They were not people of strong beliefs themselves.

The battle had lasted less than fifteen minutes before it ended.

Upon hearing the gunfire from the base, nearby players continuously arrived for support, seamlessly joining in the encirclement of the Looters.

So much so that toward the end, the number of people on Chu Guang’s side kept increasing from the initial 34 to 45, boosting their morale even further.

After the battle ended, Chu Guang led the players to extinguish the fires in the forest, then they cleaned up the battlefield and assessed the casualties.

Initially, he had prepared to use the reserve of active substances, but the performance of the players had surprisingly exceeded his expectations.

Although seven were injured, none had died.

The most seriously injured was a Body Constitution System player who got shot in the thigh during the charge.

Fortunately, the bullet went straight through without hitting any arteries or bones. Due to the blocking of hypersensitivity, by the time he realized, the wound had stopped bleeding and didn’t even need a bandage.

As for the Looters, it was quite tragic. Ten of them saw five killed instantly, two more bled to death from severe injuries, and the remaining three were lightly wounded and captured.

The only regret was that over two hundred bullets were used up, consuming the amount of one trade, which pained Chu Guang.

These players really spared him no expense, as if determined to use up every bullet issued.

Especially the revolver rifle being semi-automatic with a not so low firing rate, just a few continuous pulls of the trigger, and before you know it, all bullets were gone.

There were only ten people on the other side!

Is it so hard to see a person and then shoot?

What Chu Guang found most incredulous was that among the seven who died, four were killed by spears, bows and arrows, and axes—only three actually died from gunshot wounds.

One of them, he had even shot down himself.

"I need to find an opportunity to get these players trained in shooting!"

No, better yet, let them buy their guns and provide for their own ammunition!

At this rate of firing, while it was indeed fierce and bold, just one battle had used up nearly half of Outpost Base’s ammunition stock.

With the current logistics of the shelter, it was indeed a bit overwhelming.

Fortunately, the battle yielded significant gains, which was some consolation for Chu Guang.

There were a total of ten guns, nearly eighty bullets of various calibers, an unused Molotov Cocktail, and two dirty syringes.

"What is this?"

Chu Guang glanced at the prisoner squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and pointed at the syringes in his hand.

The prisoner raised his head slightly, then quickly buried it back down in fear.

"Stimulant..."

"Is it effective?"

"Uh, it should be okay."

Even if it was effective, Chu Guang dared not try it on himself. For the time being, he dumped it with the rest of the spoils, perhaps one day a player would be interested in buying it for research.

Then, Chu Guang instructed several players standing nearby to tie up the three injured prisoners and secure them to a wooden post at the north gate.

Outpost Base did not have a prison yet and could only temporarily watch over the captives this way.

To be honest, Chu Guang had not yet decided how to deal with these three prisoners.

It was said that some survivor settlements hung them directly, others sold them to slave traders or mines, and still, others harvested their organs for individual sale.

After all, the cost of creating synthetic organs was generally high, unaffordable for ordinary people, whereas harvesting tissues from slaves or clones was more economical.

But such inhumane acts were something Chu Guang could not bring himself to do.

Moreover, he did not have the conditions to perform such operations.

At this moment, Fang Chang, carrying his bow and arrow, came over from not far away.

During the earlier outbreak of the battle, the small team had been hunting in the nearby city area. By the time they heard the gunfire and rushed back, the battle had largely ended.

Essentially, they had no part in the battle.

"Respected Manager, the looters in the north have discovered us, my suggestion is that we should pursue the victory! Give them no chance to breathe, once and for all end this riddle!"

"Exactly!"

"Take them down!"

Looking at the players around him eager to try, Chu Guang pondered for a moment and finally shook his head.

"We are not yet in a position to take the offensive."

Woodland combat and urban area combat are two different concepts; the former is our home ground, while the latter is the main territory for those looters.

Taking these players into the city to engage in street fighting and storm the minefields is essentially no different than sending them to their deaths.

The respawn cooldown was at least three days; it was better to be cautious.

According to the intelligence gathered by Chief Trash from several reconnaissance missions, that looter tribe based in the abandoned tire factory numbered at least fifty people. Combining this with the information from List’s Commercial Team, the estimate was around sixty to seventy.

Had the other side not misjudged our strength, they certainly wouldn’t have sent just a ten-person squad.

The only thing to be grateful for now was that these ten individuals had all been captured, and the other side couldn’t gauge our actual situation for a while, and they might not even know whether the group they sent out was dead or alive.

Following the logic of a normal person, they would first send a few scouts to gather information, then plan the next round of attacks.

Of course, there was also a chance they wouldn’t play by the rules.

Thinking this, Chu Guang then turned to look at the players beside him.

"Our enemies are experienced in street warfare; they have been active in this area for a long time and are far more familiar with the urban terrain. Without an absolute advantage in numbers and equipment, it is unwise to venture into their territory."

"Our strategy remains primarily defensive, with harassment as a secondary tactic. In a war of attrition, we’ll wear down their forces and force them to abandon their advantages and enter our home ground."

"I have a strong premonition that the coming heavy snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."

"And before that, what we need to do is trade time for space and develop as much as possible."

"Gentlemen, the war has already begun!"

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