This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 80: Who is Attacking at Night?

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Who is Attacking at Night?

Less than two hundred meters from the enclosing wall.

A man with a scar engraved on his chest squatted in the bushes, inspecting the circle of slaves crouched before him with his eyes as he whispered a rallying speech for the charge.

"Do you see the flames up ahead?"

"Living there are folks clad in blue coats, with chests and backsides both perky. They couldn’t even beat the rats and cockroaches in the sewers, and your job is to barge in there, blow open their doors with dynamite, bash their heads with clubs, and then take over everything, do whatever you want to do."

"Now, pass down the needle, each person injects a third, don’t use too much... Good, you all are doing great."

"Go on, start running, charge forward! Throw the fire bottles on top of their wall, plunge them into the abyss of terror!"

"This is a test of courage from our leader."

A pair of murky pupils, a craving for blood was ignited.

They were skinny but agile, clutching broken weapons in their hands, charging through the forest like phantoms.

Scarred Man watched their receding figures, raised his gun above his head, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

That gunshot thoroughly ignited the bloodthirstiness in the slaves’ hearts, and, howling like bloodthirsty beasts, they launched their final charge.

Eighty meters!

Fifty meters!

Scarred Man, overseeing the charge from a distance, felt ecstatic.

Watching that crowd of slave soldiers nearly face-to-face with them, yet the enemy had not shown the slightest response, it seemed they were still asleep in their beds.

Just as he thought this, less than ten meters from the wall and behind the pitted hillock, suddenly heads popped out.

What was propped up simultaneously were countless bows and arrows, crossbows, and gun barrels!

Before Scarred Man realized what was happening, he heard a resounding and powerful shout from the other side—

"Fire!"

Bang—!

A burst of gunfire twinkled, bullets, arrows, and crossbow bolts shot out together, swooshing into the night-enshrouded woods.

The cannon fodder that had just rushed out of the forest couldn’t react in time, let alone dodge, and in an instant, a third of them fell.

The momentum of the charge abruptly stalled.

Before they could regain their senses, intensive gunfire rang out again.

As comrades fell one by one around them, even beasts would be frightened, let alone people.

The cannon fodder injected with excitement drugs could temporarily forget the fear of death, but Scarred Man at the back could not.

Sweat dripped down from his forehead.

He couldn’t understand how the opponent anticipated their ambush. Even more inexplicably, where had these trenches come from?

Wasn’t there just a wall here when they scouted yesterday?

On the other side.

Chua, who had circled to the flanks to ambush, felt joy upon hearing the gunfire from the north gate, immediately signaling to his brothers to quietly head towards the west gate with guns ready.

Westward lay Rhombus Lake.

Logically, it should be the weakest defense.

Now all the enemy’s firepower had been drawn to the north gate; all they needed to do was silently reach the corner of the wall, light the dynamite, and blow open the west gate.

By that time, the enemy would surely be thrown into chaos, and their morale would certainly crumble!

"Boss, I always feel like something’s off," the hunchbacked man following Chua whispered softly.

"What’s wrong?"

Although he asked, Chua wasn’t actually concerned.

The hunchbacked man looked around before continuing in a low voice.

"The first round of gunfire was too concentrated. By the sound of it, it didn’t seem like a hasty response; it felt like they were already ambushed there."

Hearing this, Chua furrowed his brow.

"Are you saying our movements have been exposed?"

Before the hunchbacked man could reply, he was interrupted by a brother beside him.

"Don’t freaking jinx us!"

"I’m not jinxing; it’s just that—"

"Enough, stop arguing," Chua interrupted their dispute in a lowered voice, commanding, "No matter what, we’ve come this far; there’s no reason to retreat!"

"Plus, our cannon fodder has drawn some of their fire; by the sound of it, at least a dozen guns are firing in the north. Even if there’s an ambush, it’s nothing to fear—"

Chua’s words had hardly fallen when, upon reaching the edge of the jungle, he suddenly saw that, ten meters in front of the wall, a trench had appeared out of nowhere.

The shape of the trench, like a centipede, zigzagged in a Z-shape, sprawling between them and the wall.

When had this trench been dug?

It definitely wasn’t there last night...

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and Chua instinctively raised his right fist, signaling his men to stop.

"Stop... No, retreat!"

"Everyone, pull back!"

Hearing their leader’s voice, the Looter ready to charge were all dumbfounded.

Their cannon fodder had already gone ahead, and they had already reached close quarters.

Just leave?

Though reluctant, the leader’s commanding voice was absolute to them.

However, before they could retreat two steps, whoosh—several flaming arrows flew from the wall, whizzing over their heads and sporadically landing near the row of men.

Before the Looters could figure out how they’d been exposed, a loud whistle came from the trench ahead.

"Charge!"

"Don’t let them get away!"

"Howl!"

Looking back, the Looter’s eyes widened in shock and horror.

In the North Suburb of Qingquan City, he had never witnessed such a terrifying and absurd scene.

He saw those who should have been cowering behind cover, trembling with fear, as they seemingly forgot all about their dread of death at the sound of the whistle. One after another, they climbed out of the trenches.

Some of them were armed with firearms, others with bows and arrows, crossbows, or spears, knives, and battle axes. Some didn’t even have proper weapons; they wielded shovels, bricks, and even stools in their hands, shouting excitedly as they rushed towards them.

The atmosphere had arrived.

Everyone was howling, feeling that it was somehow lacking if they didn’t yell something.

"Demacia!"

"For the tribe!"

"Ollie give!"

The tables turned in an instant, from offense to defense.

Caught off guard during their retreat, the Looters halted to return fire but realized they were being shot at while running, resulting in utter chaos.

With a mere fifty-meter distance, there was no time to fire many rounds before close combat ensued during the run.

It seemed the opposition didn’t want to waste bullets; they preferred to greet their enemy with whatever weapon they had in hand, opting for duels and brawls up close.

The Looter had never seen such savage behavior from those in blue jackets, nor such barbaric tactics. For a moment, his mind buzzed, and he forgot who was ambushing whom.

"Damn it! Have these people gone mad!"

"Get the hell out of my way! Ah!"

"What the hell is this?! Why do I see lizards, too?! Hanging out with people?!"

"Ah! Retreat! Retreat! Don’t stop to fight them! Everyone head to the rendezvous point!"

It had to be admitted, these Looters knew how to switch directions with the wind. As soon as they realized the situation wasn’t in their favor, they immediately turned tail and ran without a backward glance.

Those embroiled in close-quarter combat on the outskirts were abandoned.

Although he was the last to run, the Looter soon found himself at the forefront.

The fight no longer mattered.

All he needed to do now was to report back to the leader about the situation here; these blue jackets’ strength had far exceeded their expectations.

They had to eliminate this hidden threat once and for all before it developed any further!

Gradually, the Looter left the people behind him and let out a sigh of relief.

However, before he could exhale completely, he suddenly noticed a figure standing ahead.

The person was wearing something that looked like makeshift armor, holding an incredibly large hammer with the head pointed straight at him.

The Looter sneered, thinking how foolish the weapon was. Without a second thought, he drew the Scorpion Submachine Gun from his waist and sprayed a barrage of bullets.

"Die away from me!"

Ratatat—

The trigger was pulled to the fullest, firing twenty 5mm bullets at once. Not a person, but even if a bear were standing there, it would have been turned into a sieve.

But the next moment, his sneer turned into absolute despair.

The bullets that poured out seemed fake; they didn’t even spark against the man’s hammer, let alone turn him into a sieve.

"What the hell?!"

"Ah, what a waste," Chu Guang even pitied his bullets for him.

The high-speed air current blew away the surrounding leaves.

Before the Looter could process what the man had said, he saw the hammer moving at an unimaginable speed, swinging at his face.

Is this human speed?

He had no time to ponder the question as his combat instincts caused him to ditch the empty submachine gun and pull out the short knife strapped to his shoulder.

However, the hammer moved too fast.

Before his arm could fully extend mid-air, a massive gust of air blasted toward his face.

"B Mode—"

The wind halted in an instant.

The Looter felt like his nose had crashed into a wall, but before the pain registered, a roaring gust swept away his consciousness.

The recoil that exploded in that instant caused Chu Guang’s arm, clutching the hammer’s handle, to jerk as he looked at the Looter, now headless before him, slightly stunned.

"Holy shit... is it really that powerful?"

He had intended to test the new weapon’s power, but never imagined that with one swing the Looter’s head would be blown clean off.

The overheated high-pressure airstream even charred the wound as large as a bowl, bottling back the jet of blood that should have sprayed out.

Chu Guang retracted his hammer, staring at the falling corpse, somewhat dazed.

Is this what they call anti-light armor?

It should be renamed the anti-tank hammer!

The players following the Manager were also dumbstruck.

They had assumed the Manager’s hammer was just a hammer, without expecting such an impressive hidden ability.

"Holy shit?! What just happened?"

"Shield! Explosion! Those are the only two skills I saw."

"Boss is awesome!!"

Seeing the tragic death of their leader, the remaining Looters’ legs turned to jelly, and they dropped their weapons, surrendering.

Shouts of victory converged from afar.

The players at Chu Guang’s side were also snapping out of their shock, rushing forward to tie up the prisoners they caught.

After the battle, the tally was in: 67 players participated, with 5 lightly injured and 0 dead.

Looters took part, with 14 dead and 7 who surrendered.

firearms, 21 pieces of assorted blades and cold weapons, 21 sets of leather guards and clothing were captured, along with 27 white chips and various personal items.

A great victory was won!

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