Chapter 288

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Several players died one after another, which gave the remaining people a strong sense of fear. They seemed to realize that He Chuan was not a soft persimmon that they could manipulate at will, but an extremely deadly poisonous snake. If they were not careful, he would be killed. Death by his fangs.

At least...that's the case in the darkness!

"We can't continue the attack..." In the darkness, someone whispered, calling his companions: "He Chuan's location has been carefully selected. If we want to force our way through, we may have to pay a high price!"

Most of the players who came to besiege Hechuan formed a temporary team. They had no deep friendship or affection with each other at all, and it was impossible for them to risk their own lives on Hechuan's gun to kill others. He Chuan's opportunity.

Therefore, when it was difficult to break through for a while, the remaining players chose to spread out and no longer launch a strong attack.

The fire in the flask lasted for about a few minutes and then went out. The narrow path leading to He Chuan's location once again fell into darkness. But at this time, no one dared to risk trying to get close again because they didn't know whether He Chuan was in hand. There is also the existence of such weapons.

The image of the player falling down the mountain on fire still lingers in these people's minds.

Before setting off, everyone was filled with enthusiasm and wanted to kill He Chuan so that they could make great achievements and become a famous figure in the wilderness. As for danger and other concerns, they all left them behind.

It wasn't until they saw death with their own eyes that the fear in their hearts was completely aroused and out of control.

After seeing several people pay the price with their lives, they had given up the idea of ​​killing He Chuan first. They wanted to wait until more people arrived, wait until dawn, and rely on their numerical advantage to crush He Chuan.

As for whose hands He Chuan will die in the end, it all depends on luck...

With this idea in mind, the players hid in the darkness, letting the cold wind blow on them in the middle of the night, not daring to make a sound for fear of attracting He Chuan's shooting again.

At this time, some moving firelights appeared again on the dark horizon in the distance. The second batch of players who arrived here were more numerous than the first batch of players, which could be seen from the dots of torches. , They are at least fifty or more!

Those firelights are very dazzling in the darkness,

Moving quickly in this direction, seeing this scene, many players who were already on the mountainside suddenly smiled.

These people are their competitors, but now, they need these players to go to the mines to consume He Chuan's firepower and energy.

Although they had been frightened by He Chuan's fierce attack before, these new players would not cower and hide in place like them.

Human beings generally do not listen to other people's advice, nor do they learn from other people's failures. They will only gain insights after experiencing it themselves.

The new players will definitely charge and attack He Chuan several times like the first batch of players!

And that's exactly what the first players who arrived wanted to see.

Even if He Chuan can survive the attack of the second batch of players, there will be a third and fourth batch...

He Chuan's firepower will always be exhausted, and the late night will not last forever. When He Chuan runs out of ammunition and food and the sky breaks out, it will be his death!