This Game Is Too Realistic

The loud whistle sounded again; it was the horn signalling to charge.

The players who had formed the encirclement had almost run out of the bullets. The ground was full of smoke and fire, but this made them even more excited.

After hearing the whistle, they all roared and rushed out of the covers as if they were on drugs. They picked up javelins, axes—and even bricks!—and launched a charge under the cover of screams and thick smoke.

The encircled marauders had never seen such a battle. It had always been them attacking other people. No one has ever attacked them like this.

They could no longer maintain their morale anymore.

These bandits began to flee from the outermost periphery.

One of the three hounds was killed by Mr. Garbage, another was scared away by the big green lizard, and the last one was shot to death while escaping.

Seeing the teammates who fell one after another, Badger fell into despair and tremblingly dropped the weapon in his hand. He knelt on the ground and raised his hands.

"Stop!"

"We surrender!"

...

In principle, marauders rarely surrender; after all, they had never treated captives well, so no one would treat them well.

But the blue coats these people were wearing gave Badger a false sense of hope.

If there is a chance to live, who wants to die?

They themselves were not firm believers.

The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes before it was over.

Hearing the gunshots from the base, nearby players continued to run back to support and tacitly joined in the encirclement and suppression of the marauders.

As a result, the number of people on Chu Guang's side increased from the initial 34 to 45, the morale rising with it.

After the battle, Chu Guang led the players to put out the open flames in the forest then cleaned the battlefield and counted the casualties.

Originally, he had already made plans to use the active matter reserve, but he did not expect that these players' performance exceeded his expectations.

Although seven were injured, none of them died.

The most severely injured was a physique type player, who was shot in the thigh during the charge.

Fortunately, the bullet passed straight through without hurting the arteries or bones. Due to the shielding of over-limit pain, when he realized it, the wound had stopped bleeding, and even the bandage was not needed.

As for the marauder's side, it could be said to be quite miserable. Out of the ten, five people were killed on the spot, two were severely wounded and bleeding to death, and the remaining three were captured with minor wounds.

The only fly in the ointment was that the battle consumed more than two hundred rounds of bullets, which was the equivalent of one trade, causing Chu Guang to feel distressed for a while.

These players really didn't save him any bullets at all, and they couldn't wait to use all the bullets that had been given to them.

In particular, there was a revolver rifle that was semi-automatic, and its rate of fire was not low. If the player didn't pay attention, the bullets could be used up in just a few pulls.

By the way, there were only ten people on the opposite side!

Was it that hard to discover the target before pulling the trigger?

What made Chu Guang speechless the most was that out of the seven dead, four were killed by javelins, bows and arrows, and only three of them died of gunshot wounds.

One of them was shot dead by himself.

‘I have to find opportunities for these players to practice shooting guns!'

No, it was better for them to buy the gun themselves and prepare ammunition on their own!

Based on this style of battle, although it was really fierce, it would consume nearly half of the outpost's ammunition inventory.

With the current logistics of the shelter, it was simply too much.

Fortunately, the gains from this battle were not small, which was a comfort to Chu Guang.

A total of ten guns, nearly 80 rounds of bullets of different calibers, a Molotov cocktail that had not been used, and two dirty needles.

"What are those?"

Chu Guang glanced at the captive who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pointed to the needles in his hand.

The captive raised his head, but immediately lowered again in fear.

"Stimulant..."

"Is it good?"

"Uh, yes."

No matter how good it was, Chu Guang didn't dare to try it on himself.He left it with the pile of loot, thinking that maybe someday, the players would be interested in buying it for research.

Then, Chu Guang ordered several players next to him to tie the hands and feet of the three injured captives together and bind them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.

The outpost currently didn't have a prison, so they could only keep the captives like this for the time being.

To be honest, Chu Guang hadn't figured out how to deal with the three prisoners.

He'd heard that some of the survivors' settlements would hang the captives directly while others would sell them to slave merchants or mines, and some of the stranger ones would harvest their organs and sell them individually.

After all, the cost of bionics organs was usually high, and ordinary people cannot afford it. In contrast, tissues taken from slaves or clones were more economical.

But Chu Guang couldn't do this kind of inhumane thing.

Besides, he did not have the conditions for that kind of surgery here.

At this time, Ample Time, carrying a bow and arrow, came over from nearby.

When the battle broke out earlier, the Bull and Horse Squad was hunting in the nearby areas. When they heard the gunshots and ran back, the battle had basically come to an end.

It could be said that they did not participate in this battle.

"Dear administrator, the marauders in the north have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should take advantage of the victory and pursue it! Don't give them any chance to breathe, and end this problem once and for all!"

"Yes!"

"Fuck them!"

Looking at the players around who were eager to fight, Chu Guang thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"We do not yet have the conditions to attack their base."

Woodland warfare and urban warfare were two completely different matters. The former was their home court, while the latter was the home court of the marauders.

Leading these players into the city to fight street battles with the marauders and rushing into minefields was basically the same as sending them to a suicide mission.

The resurrection CD was at least three days long, so he had to be cautious.

According to the intelligence obtained from several investigations by Mr. Garbage, the marauder tribe in the abandoned tire factory had at least 50 people. Coupled with the intelligence of Liszt's caravan, it was estimated that the real number was about sixty to seventy.

If it hadn't been for the opponent's misjudgment of his strength, they wouldn't have just sent a ten-man team.

The only thing to be thankful for now was that these ten people were no longer able to go back and the other party wouldn't be able to figure out the situation of the battle for a while, probably not even being able to know whether the people sent to fight were dead or alive.

According to normal people's thinking, they would first send a few scouts to gather information, and then plan the next round of attacks.

Of course, there was a chance they would not play by the book.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang then looked at the players beside him.

"Our enemies have a wealth of experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time and are far more familiar with the terrain in the city than we are. In the absence of absolute superiority in numbers and equipment, it is not wise to enter their home court rashly."

"At present, our strategy is still focusing on defense, supplemented by harassment. In a protracted battle, they will kill their vitality and force them to give up their advantages and enter our home court."

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

"Before that, what we have to do is to try our best to develop."

"Everyone, the war has begun!"...................................................................................................................................