Rushed to the position in a hurry.
The battlefield guy took out a telescope and looked at the opposite side. He vaguely caught a glimpse of the person coming and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately.
I am the worst.
It seems that the Storm Corps came this time.
Compared with the group of reckless men in the Death Corps, this wave should at least be able to act.
I saw a hundred people lying 500 meters away, using the shelters of the high and low slopes to dig trenches with shovels, intending to dig forward while digging.
Seeing that the brothers acted so hard, the battlefield guy also decided to show some real skills. He looked at Beaufort on the side and gave a serious order.
"Don't rush to open fire, wait until they get closer before shooting!"
"Yes! Sir!"
He nodded his head, but Beaufort couldn't help complaining in his heart, who was it that started shooting from a long distance yesterday.
However, just when he was relieved, he saw the boss kick the machine gunner in the butt.
"Get out of the way, I'll do it."
The machine gunner was stunned for two seconds, and quickly stood up and made way for the only heavy machine gun in the entire 100-man team.
Seeing that the boss was about to take over the machine gun position again, Beaufort wanted to persuade him with a smile, but before his hand touched his shoulder, he heard two gunshots.
Two puffs of dust rose in the distance.
Beaufort stared at his boss in a daze.
"...Sir?"
Looking at the smoking barrel, the battlefield guy coughed and said embarrassedly.
"Cough... I just tried the feel, and I accidentally fired."
After that, he glared at the machine gunner on the side.
"Why is this safety not turned off?"
The machine gunner who was scolded had a wronged expression on his face, and it took him a long time to let out the grievance in his stomach.
"Sir, you told me yesterday to turn off the safety when I see someone."
The battlefield guy was stunned.
"Did I say that?"
Machine gunner: "..."
Beaufort: "..."
Although only two shots were fired accidentally, the clone soldiers in the trenches seemed to have heard the signal, and they all followed the guns out of the trenches and pulled the triggers towards the opposite side, regardless of the distance.
The sound of "pa pa" was heard in the battlefield, and the sound of gunfire was like the New Year, but it was thunder and rain.
These clone soldiers were not very smart, and their long-range hit rate was not ordinary.
It was precisely because of this that almost no officer would equip the clone infantry with automatic weapons, which was purely a torture for logistics.
But even so, hundreds of people firing in one direction at the same time, the firepower network formed still had a certain deterrent effect.
The bullet suddenly whizzed by, startling me who was digging a foxhole. I quickly lowered my head, fearing that I would be killed by the stray bullet.
The newbies next to me were completely different.
Although they were also startled, they were in a completely different style.
The bullet landed less than half a meter away from my head.
Blinded by the splashing sand, Rutuwei'an subconsciously shrank his head, but soon his face showed an excited expression.
"Oh my god, this is so fucking exciting!"
Instead of being afraid, he even reached out his hand to look for the location where the bullet landed, and actually found a warhead embedded in the soil with a twisted shape.
Rutuwei'an's face immediately showed the expression of discovering a new world, and his eyes were wide open.
"Fuck! In this FPS game, you can find the warhead of a bullet!"
And it's hot!
Just for this detail, he will blow it up!
A Nie, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and soon found something wrong.
"Brother, where's your gun?"
Rui Tuwei'an smiled embarrassedly.
"I didn't get it!"
A Nie was shocked.
"Fuck! What are you doing here?"
"Isn't there a shovel?" Rui Tuwei'an winked and smiled, then glanced at the one on his back, "It's okay, I'll use yours when you die."
A Nie: "???"
Just then, he suddenly heard a whoosh in his left ear, and the hot touch almost brushed his earlobe and flew past.
The bullet did not hit him.
Instead, it hit another player 20 meters behind him.
"Woo Ka--!"
The exaggerated scream echoed in the open space, and the player's shoulder was instantly printed with a blood hole, and the tiger's body shook violently, and then it was like a mask of pain, twisting into a ball on the ground like an earthworm.
After twisting for a long time, he suddenly saw that everyone around him was looking at him. The guy couldn't act anymore, so he smiled awkwardly and stopped.
"Hehe, I forgot, I don't seem to feel any pain... Who of you has a bandage? The blood is oozing out."
My darkest rolled his eyes and moved his eyes away from this guy.
Bandages are fine.
He's going to die soon, what a hammer bandage.
Looking at the crackling gunshots in front, my darkest pulled out his pistol, fired a shot in front, and shouted loudly.
"Brothers! Move the shovel, dig hard! Don't stop--!"
Damn it!
Battlefield guy is a bastard!
Just giving him the head like this, I always feel that this guy is getting a bargain.
He must be taught a lesson!
My darkest eyeballs turned around, and suddenly I had an idea in my mind, and shouted.
"The boss of section G53-7 is just ahead! Catch the guy called Pangolin, kill him, and you will be rewarded with 1,000 silver coins!"
When the newbies heard the reward of 1,000 silver coins, they were instantly excited!
Several people almost didn't stand up. Just when they raised their shoulders half an inch, they were suppressed by the firepower of the front position.
However, in addition to the reckless man, there were also more rational players among these newcomers, who shouted to my darkest and asked.
"Boss, how do you turn on the display ID mode?"
This question confused my darkest.
"What, display ID mode?"
The newbie said as a matter of course.
"Yes! It's to display the character name, otherwise how would I know which one is called Pangolin?"
When I heard this, my darkest reacted immediately.
That's right.
The newbies have never seen that guy.
"Don't worry about it. Just catch the one with the flat nose and the ugliest hammer. That's it--"
As soon as the words fell, a cloud of blood mist exploded from my darkest forehead, and I was offline before I could even groan.
Seeing the commander dead, all the newbies were dumbfounded.
"Fuck..."
"Brother?"
The head was smashed into a watermelon, and the person was obviously dead.
A Ni looked at the lying next to him with a confused face.
"What... should we do now?"
Ru Tu Wei An swallowed his saliva.
"Don't ask me... I want to be quiet."
The truck that sent them here has already driven away.
There was only a small motorcycle left, which seemed to be the commander's own, probably intended to ride it when charging.
A strength player gritted his teeth, unable to bear the grievance of being suppressed by the enemy's firepower, and even more unable to bear the endless digging of pits and soil, and let out a roar.
"Brothers! Charge!"
"Revenge my darkest brother!"
This shout immediately received the response of countless comrades, and players got up from the ground one after another.
Those with guns inserted bayonets, and those without guns held shovels, and launched a fearless charge accompanied by the roar of mountains and seas.
"Charge!"
"Ahhh!"
"Explode gold coins, you bastards!"
Facts have proved it.
A hundred people rushing forward in a scattered manner is more useful than running forward in a group.
And these newbies are not completely without their own thoughts.
Seeing someone being sent away by a machine gun, the others quickly changed their minds and started to move around in a snake-like manner.
However, it turns out that this kind of operation that is common in FPS games is useless in almost completely realistic virtual reality games.
That's a machine gun with a firing rate of 600 per minute!
Not to mention that the one holding the machine gun is a second awakening, agility sequence stage three big man.
In just one minute, until the last person fell 50 meters away from the position, the entire 100-man team was killed.
As this group of newcomers collectively went offline, posts summarizing the deaths also appeared one after another on the forum of another world.
"Ah, it turns out that we should have dug trenches honestly..."
"Yes... it's too stupid to leave the bunker."
"Even if we want to rush, we have to wait for the right time... I found that the opponent's rifles are not very accurate, but that machine gun is too damn good!"
"Next time, we have to find a way to destroy the whole homemade artillery, at least take down that machine gun!"
"Who the hell shouted that?"
"I remember it was a power-type idiot."
"Fuck! Who the hell are you calling an idiot?!"
"I'm talking about you! XX! Idiot!"
"%￥#@!"
...
Unlike the newbies who cried like wolves and howled like ghosts, the battlefield guy was happy this time.
The previous batch of couriers sent by the debt-ridden big-eyed were not sincere at all. This time, the newbie not only dug a trap, but also performed a show for him. It was really heartfelt.
In order to express his gratitude, he deliberately found a place where he would not get in the way and went offline to praise him on the forum. As a result, when he opened the forum, he almost spit out a mouthful of Coke.
Good guy.
This guy is treating himself as a BOSS!
I don't know who started it, but the newbies in the entire forum are spreading the joke that killing a pangolin can get a thousand silver coins.
Seeing those players chatting more and more heatedly, and the content is getting more and more violent, and some people even suggested making a white sugar big Ivan, his palms unconsciously ooze sweat.
He quickly switched to the group he had created before and tagged several alliance commanders.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't you agree to give me heads? Why did you explode my gold coins?!"
I'm the Darkest: "Fuck! You bastard finally showed up, you were too ruthless just now, weren't you? I haven't even finished my words!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Ahem... I saw you fired a shot, and I thought you were urging me to send you away quickly."
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Hahahaha!"
I'm the Darkest: "@#%#!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Put your words aside first, who's going to take care of those newbies, just give heads honestly, Don't ruin my good deeds."
Fountain Commander: "Why should I care? I think it's good. Didn't you think yesterday's wave was too deliberate? Doing everything possible is the real thing, okay! (smirk)"
Debt Eyes: "That's right! I just figured it out. It's so stupid to just give away heads."
I'm the darkest: "+1, and you're a strong man in your twenties. Are you still worried about being overturned by a few newbies?"
Seeing that these bastards were still making trouble, the battlefield guy almost sprayed and typed at the speed of light.
"Fuck! Don't you see what they are discussing!"
Funnel Commander: "Don't worry, I won't give them powerful weapons, just a few rifles at the bottom of the box... At worst, you can hide in the anti-artillery cave and let those clones go."
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "..."
Edge Pad: "I suddenly feel like it. It's our turn tomorrow. (Smirk)"
Young Construction Site and Brick: "I'll lead the team! (Smirk)"
Looking at that smirk, the battlefield guy felt his anus tighten.
Seeing that he had been offline for more than ten minutes, he cursed and turned off the computer, and quickly put on his helmet and went back online.
...
That night.
At the command post of the 53rd defense zone, Korwe finally received the report from the front line.
And when he saw the report sent by the 7th section, he was stunned.
"…Ammunition in Sector 7 is exhausted?! What's going on?"
He had just been there yesterday and checked the supply situation on the front line. Logically, the amount of ammunition for a base unit was still adequate.
How come the ammunition is running out before even 48 hours have passed? !
Is he treating bullets as peanuts?
The officer who reported the situation continued with a serious expression.
"In the past two days, the Alliance has sent small forces to raid Sector 7 of our defense zone twice in a row."
Kolwe did not doubt that his pangolin would cheat on such matters, but he still couldn't help asking.
"Is it true?"
The officer nodded.
"I sent someone to the front line to check... The bodies outside the trenches must be real. According to the battle report they provided, they killed more than 250 enemies in the past two days, seized more than 240 rifles, one pistol, and nearly 6,000 rounds of ammunition."
After a pause, he continued.
"They have sent the seized weapons to the logistics department... Some weapons need repair, but they should be usable after repair."
I didn't listen to the rest of the words.
When he heard that more than 250 enemies were killed, Kolway's eyes widened instantly, and he stood up from his chair with a bang.
Wow!
More than 250 people!
Two 10,000-man troops set up their battle lines and shot at each other. Even if they shot for a whole day, they might not be able to achieve this record.
His first reaction was not that Pangolin was a god in using troops, but that the commander of the alliance was crazy?
After calming down, he cast his gaze on the strategic map, pondered for a long time, and suddenly a glimmer of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.
"...Are they using this method to eliminate dissidents?"
The officer standing next to him hesitated slightly, but quickly nodded.
"This possibility is not ruled out."
After all, the Alliance is not a single person. General Griffin sent them an ultimatum. They will definitely split into two groups, one for war and the other for peace, on whether to negotiate a ceasefire.
Kelway could even guess it.
The reason for peace is nothing more than that the Alliance is weak and its size is too small compared to the Legion. If it develops into a full-scale war, it may not even last for three days.
This is indeed the truth.
Whether it is the expedition to the Great Rift Valley, the seizure of the Pioneer, or the subsequent invasion of Luoxia Province, it is not the overall will of the Legion.
Including the assistance of the enterprise to the Alliance, it is just a trivial matter among many affairs for the enterprise.
If a full-scale war really breaks out, it is hard to say which one has the advantage, the Legion or the Enterprise, but he has no doubt that the Alliance in a small place will not last more than one round.
However, even so, there must be voices of the war faction within the Alliance.
After all, although it is difficult to speculate on the specific supply situation of the Legion, it is not difficult to guess that there are problems in general.
Based on this speculation, if he is a peace advocate within the Alliance, he will definitely make such an argument to the war faction-
'Since you are so confident that you can win the second half, then you can bring your own people. Or at least show evidence to prove that the Legion can no longer fight. '
In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the Alliance used such a stupid move as the refueling tactic.
Staring at the strategic map on the table, Kolway narrowed his eyes and curled up a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"It's a pity that they picked the wrong opponent and ran into one of my brave generals."
After saying that, he saw the officer.
"Use half of the ammunition from Section 6 and Section 5 to Section 7! We must not let them see our strength!" The officer hesitated. "But...what if they adjust their tactics next time and attack other lines of defense?" Kerway laughed, looking confident. "Since we are testing our strength, we can't just hit them here and there. We must attack one point and break through the whole area. I dare to conclude that they will come again in two days!" No matter what. The dead will not be fake. We can use a little ammunition to consume the most determined manpower of the opponent, which is a profit no matter how you think about it! Not only that, this method can also support the war. The enemy can't come empty-handed, and the weapons and ammunition they bring can also be recycled! "Don't rush to send the captured equipment and ammunition to the maintenance team. Wait until I have prepared a battle report and send it to the superior headquarters! Let them find a way to allocate some ammunition to us!"
The officer's eyes lit up.
What a great idea!
With 100,000 troops lined up on the front line, there are always a few teams whose defense areas are not very critical, or whose positions are relatively far back and not so easy to be attacked.
As long as the headquarters is aware of the situation here, they will definitely allocate some ammunition to them!
Thinking of this, the officer immediately stood up and saluted, and excitedly accepted the order.
"Yes!"
The news was reported layer by layer.
It really reached Griffin within two days.
He was not surprised that the Alliance sent a small force to raid the Legion's defense line.
Strategic caution does not conflict with tactical boldness.
The ultimatum was only a unilateral notification from his side, not a formal ceasefire agreement, and he did not expect the alliance to be scared by a piece of paper and not even dare to shoot.
If he were the commander of the other side, he would also send a small force to test and see how strong the other side is and whether they dare to clamor to make him pay the price.
But the centurion named Pangolin is a bit interesting.
Griffin has read his resume.
Although he was promoted by that idiot McLen and was from the escort army, his skills and loyalty are indeed beyond reproach.
He hunted down the two-story-high Deathclaw Mother by himself, and when he was defeated, he took his superiors across the desert and broke through the enemy's encirclement and returned to the rear.
Whether it is loyalty or bravery, it is impeccable, even to the extent that even he can't help but admire it.
It is a waste to send such talents to the front line.
If he was a Weilant, or had half Weilant blood, I would have transferred him to the guard as the captain.
The Weilant people's distrust of foreigners is innate, and the reason can be traced back to the early days of the wasteland era.
"Is there something wrong with this person?" The adjutant standing next to Griffin hesitated, "I always feel that... he fought too smoothly."
Griffin tapped the table with his index finger.
"It is possible that even the Weilants may betray us, let alone an alien? But so far, apart from his big appetite, I haven't seen any other problems. I won't arbitrarily punish a person who has made contributions based on my intuition."
Ever since the pangolin brought Korwe back, his men have been monitoring that person and found that he had no abnormalities except that he was more likely to eat and took a longer time to go to the toilet. He didn't even leave the camp once.
If such a person has problems, then the number of suspicious objects is too many to count with two hands.
Griffin thought for a moment, and then he had an idea. He looked at the officer standing at the entrance of the camp and gave an order.
"Send a telegram to the front line, and make sure to give priority to the ammunition supply of G53 Defense Zone! The Alliance is very likely to launch a retaliatory counterattack against G53-7 Defense Zone. We must not let them see that there is a problem with our ammunition supply!"
"Also, send a war correspondent to G53-7 Defense Zone."
After a pause, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Such a heroic record should not be kept in the headquarters, but should be telegraphed to the entire army!"
"Everyone must know!"
...
The heroic deeds of G53-7 Defense Zone and Pangolin are undoubtedly a blessing after a long drought for the Falcon and Legion coalition forces that lost to the Alliance and Oasis No. 9.
Although a large number of grassroots officers doubted this record, after seeing the photos taken by the reporters, they could not find any faults.
The appearance and physique of that person are obviously not residents of Luoxia Province. After all, this achievement is not made up by civilians...
In a certain defense zone, in the military camp, several soldiers gathered together and talked about the broadcast they heard during dinner and the newspaper that was recently delivered to the military camp.
"Have you heard? Defense Zone G53 annihilated another 100-man team yesterday!"
"That pangolin, right? I know him! I heard that when he was with McLen in the southern part of the Valley Province, he killed a five-story-high death claw with his bare hands!"
"Bare hands?! I heard that he didn't use weapons?" A muscular soldier widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
He was also a famous ruthless man in the team, but his highest record was only killing a two-person-high death claw.
And he used guns and traps.
The boastful soldier curled his lips.
"It doesn't matter! Aren't any weapons like toothpicks in front of monsters of that level? The monsters that the Iron Heart couldn't solve were solved by him. Alliance? Haha, no matter how many people come, he won't be able to kill them."
A soldier who hadn't spoken from beginning to end couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.
"It's so terrifying..."
At the same time, Comrade Pangolin, who was staying in the G53-7 defense zone, was not as happy as he was at the beginning, and his face couldn't smile at all.
It's not because he killed his own people.
Although he still had a moment of silence, it was too comfortable to collect heads with a machine gun. And because he was performing an undercover mission, he would not be punished by the manager no matter what he did, and he didn't have to deliberately let those newbies go.
When others were undercover, they would raise the muzzle of the gun an inch higher, and they would not kill people if they could avoid killing them. When he was undercover, he not only killed them, but also shot them twice more for fear that they didn't kill them.
However, not long after, he soon discovered that the alliance's offensive was getting more and more fierce.
Or to be more precise.
It was the newcomers who grew up.
Especially those newcomers who had died once, after experiencing the painful "three-day withdrawal", deeply realized that life was hard-won.
So, they who didn't want to die at the speed of light finally took a serious attitude, and under the training of the old players, they quickly mastered the skills to survive on the battlefield.
Although these newcomers were not very proficient, when a group of people got serious, it still brought a lot of trouble to Comrade Pangolin's work.
Originally, it only took one round of gunfire to send a person away, but now it takes at least two rounds.
And you have to be on guard against the dirty tricks used by those newcomers at all times.
For example, in the most recent offensive, these newcomers even used gas tank bullets, and a cannon almost destroyed his machine gun position.
Fortunately, that thing had no other advantages except that it made a lot of noise, and only killed a few clone soldiers and a centurion.
And the explanation of Quanshui was - "This is made by the newbies using the ammunition in the warehouse, the sugar and gas tanks in the kitchen, and the fertilizer bought from the villagers."
He almost believed it!
If there was no expert behind this, he would have eaten a pile of shit on the spot!
The newbies became stronger and stronger, and Zhandi gradually felt a little tired.
In particular, he suddenly found out that he was not only treated as a dungeon BOSS by these newbies, but also treated as a military training instructor by those commanders, throwing all the newbies to him for training.
Good guy.
He wanted to do three jobs by himself!
It was a big loss to only pay one salary!
In the anti-artillery cave.
Looking at the captain with a depressed face, Beaufort swallowed his saliva and asked nervously.
"Captain, how many people have we killed in the past few days?"
The upset battlefield guy replied casually.
"More than a thousand, what's wrong?"
Beaufort said with a bitter face.
"Captain, our brothers' ammunition has run out, and the one thousand-man team has almost used up all the ammunition! If there is no more supply, I'm afraid we can only go up and fight them with bayonets."
The battlefield guy was about to reply impatiently, "Then fight with bayonets."
But at this moment, a sentry ran in in a hurry and said with joy.
"Report to the commander! The supply truck is here!"
The battlefield guy was stunned for a moment, and then the dark clouds on his face were swept away, and he stood up from the chair with joy.
"Look, the ammunition has been delivered."
Beaufort was also stunned, looking at the captain with an unbelievable look, and his eyes became different from before.
The whole army is short of ammunition, and they can still allocate ammunition to send here.
Could this guy be the illegitimate son of some big boss...
The battlefield guy smiled and picked up the officer's cap and put it on.
"Let's go and see our spoils of war - ahem, go to the supply!"
The group came to the outside of the barracks. There were more than a dozen trucks parked on the roadside, and boxes of ammunition were full.
Seeing the centurions happily unloading boxes of ammunition from the trucks, Beaufort's sad expression was swept away, and his eyes were full of excitement and excitement.
"... This must be the ammunition for a thousand-man team!"
The corners of the battlefield guy's mouth also curled up, coughed lightly, and said pretentiously.
"It seems that the higher-ups attach great importance to us."
Beaufort hurriedly smiled and flattered.
"Of course... You are now a war hero. Yesterday's broadcast was still praising your heroic deeds! I heard that the news has spread throughout the army a long time ago. Maybe the war report has been sent to Triumph City."
Not taking this compliment seriously, the battlefield guy just laughed.
"Hahaha, you also contributed!"
Patting the adjutant on the shoulder, the battlefield guy walked forward, picked up two boxes and took a look, and suddenly noticed the numbers on the boxes.
G40-1, G40-2...
This is...
The number of the defense zone?
Suddenly realizing something, the battlefield guy's eyes showed an interested look.
He let go of the truck in front of him calmly, and turned to the one at the end of the team, picked up two boxes at random and opened them for inspection.
What a coincidence.
The last numbers are also 1 and 2.
But the number in front became G41.
Seeing this, the battlefield guy was shocked.
Good guy.
Or a serial number?!