Chapter 693 Thank You Ancestors for Your Gift? (1/2)

Under the rolling waves, a group of blue mutants with fish scales roared past with the ocean current. From a distance, they looked like a blue mudslide surging under the sea.

They use shrill howls to intimidate the alien species that try to get closer, and use harpoons to open a path forward, all the way west along the coastline, and then all the way south.

Guided by the will of their ancestors, they have been drifting for a whole week, only resting a few times along the way. When they are hungry, they catch some sea fish, shellfish or seaweed to satisfy their hunger. Wherever they pass, it is like locusts passing through, leaving a mess.

However, even though they were hungry, their morale still did not decrease at all, and the desire to fight burning in their pupils only became higher and higher.

The temporary hunger was just to clear their stomachs for the upcoming banquet. They would soon be able to feast on the gifts of their ancestors and indulge in the screams and wails of the prey.

Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, the leading mutant suddenly straightened up and stepped on the current to stop its forward swimming.

"Crack——!"

The blue-skinned mutants following him dispersed, and thousands of them stood on the rocky seabed, like a ghostly kelp forest.

"Boat!"

It opened its mouth and let out a shrill scream, raised its head and stared ahead, and then glanced uncertainly at the direction of the coastline on the right.

The human village predicted by the priest was to the northwest of them, but a few kilometers away due west, there were two more cargo ships heading straight towards them.

It puffed up its chest and took a deep breath of cold sea water, with a string of dense bubbles rolling out from its cheeks.

As if it smelled something, its eyes gradually emitted a bloodthirsty light.

"people!"

"Animals!"

"many!!!"

Soon it wasn't just it, thousands of turbid pupils were imprinted with the bloodthirsty light and desire for killing.

As if it felt the desire for killing boiling in its blood, it let out a shrill scream at the top of its voice.

"Sink them!"

The hoarse scream was like a horn blowing for attack, and the response was cheers and screams like crushing shells.

"Kaka——!"

Thousands of blue-skinned mutants were like runaway seahorses, swarming forward again at a faster speed.

The mutant carrying the torpedo took the lead in breaking away from the team, plucking the barrel-thick firecracker at the bottom of the seabed, and then pulled out the fuse.

A string of dense bubbles floated upward, and the blue-skinned mutant covered his ears, kicked his legs, and ran away from the torpedo that was ready to go.

With a muffled sound of "dong", a thick and long white bubble column rushed diagonally towards the sea, carrying the huge torpedo and rammed straight into the cargo ship in front.

This kind of civilian cargo ship was not equipped with professional underwater sonar. The people on the ship did not sense the underwater attack at all, and just took a hit without knowing it.

The shock wave of the explosion stopped the entire cargo ship's forward momentum. As the milky white bubbles dispersed, an inward-dented breach appeared on the side of the bow, and there were even a few unlucky humans. Fell into the water.

Looking at the slowly capsizing cargo ship, a group of blue-skinned mutants screamed in excitement, tapping their weapons on the shields made of turtle shells or on the rocks beside them, like a group of people tapping knives and forks waiting for a meal. The savages at the table.

Just as they expected, as the cargo ship slowly tilted, more and more crew members jumped into the sea like dumplings.

And the huge number was completely beyond the expectations of all the mutants present.

Usually when they sink a ship, they only have twenty or thirty prey at most.

Now, just one cargo ship has dropped hundreds of prey, and the number is still increasing.

The mutants felt as if they had seen heaven, and their turbid pupils suddenly glowed with green light.

Praise the ancestors! !

The blue-skinned mutant, who had no time to thank his ancestors for the gift, spat out the bubbles in his mouth, let out an excited scream, and then rushed forward with his harpoon.

"kill!!"

Under its leadership, the mutants lurking on the bottom of the sea kicked out their legs, and with the guys in their hands, they attacked the group of drowned rats that fell into the water.

Like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep!

"kill!!!"

Before those imperial soldiers floating on the sea and choking on the water could realize what was happening, they were pierced through the chests by harpoons and crossbows.

The sea surface was dyed red with blood, and it was a shocking and ferocious scene.

Screams and wails followed the waves of the sea one after another, like a hell on earth.

In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred people died! The rest of the people who were lucky enough to survive had no idea what had happened and could only dig their dogs towards the shore desperately.

Obviously, for the imperial soldiers who set foot outside the province of Borneo for the first time, these blue-skinned monsters are still too "ahead of their time".

And the same goes for the mutants who feast on it.

The flavors of these humans with their own condiments are also unique, completely different from those they eat.

But it doesn’t matter.

It makes no difference to them who have been hungry for a week. They just want to enjoy this banquet of death and killing!

The soldiers of the Xilan Empire who had not yet jumped off the ship saw clearly what was swimming in the water, and panic was printed on their faces.

Those blue skins resemble the coats of the shelter residents.

They looked like humans but not humans, and they looked like fish but not fish. They were waving harpoons, sticks, and even fishing nets in their hands. They made sharp and sad screams and laughter, and quickly harvested the lives that fell into the water one after another.

In just a few breaths, corpses were floating everywhere on the sea, and every wave hitting the string of the ship was stained with shocking scarlet.

What's even more frightening is that the monsters don't seem to be content with simply executing their opponents.

They sometimes pulled the fallen soldiers out of the water, and then pushed them into the water again before they could breathe. They tortured the prey until they were exhausted and dying, no longer struggling, and finally slit their throats. Enjoy their flesh and blood.

Listening to the wails of the soldiers in the water, the soldiers who crowded on the side of the ship and had not yet had time to dive turned pale, their eyes filled with fear and bewildered despair.

They either shouted at people who fell into the water and tried to pull them onto the sinking cargo ship, or they raised their rifles and fired at the rolling waves, throwing grenades into the water.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain and has no effect at all...

Just when Mogavi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the captain named Dirang and several of his personal guards, dragging a kayak and trotting along. Rush out of the cabin.

While those mutants were still feasting in the sea and had no time to talk to them, they threw the kayak into the sea without saying a word and rowed towards the shore with all their strength.

Seeing the hope of survival, Mogavi rushed into the cabin and found several spare rubber boats and wooden dinghies lying in the corner of the cabin.

Knowing that his little strength was not enough, he did not drag these survival tools out immediately. Instead, he had an idea and ran back to the deck, shouting at those guys who had not entered the water because they could not swim.

"There's a lifeboat in the cabin!"

"Drag them out quickly!"

Hearing his call, everyone hurriedly rushed forward to grab the few life-saving straws, and he took the opportunity to get on a cargo ship and escaped before the cargo ship completely sank.

There was chaos on the sea, and from time to time there were screams of death and fighting with great resistance.

Seeing the small boats and even bathtubs passing by overhead, the soldiers who fell into the water desperately stretched out their hands to try to grab something.

However, most of the dozen or so "small boats" were already overcrowded and could not hold the nearly a thousand people who fell into the water.

Some kind-hearted people saw familiar faces, but they still couldn't bear to kill their compatriots, so they acquiesced to them and put their hands on the side of the ship. As long as they didn't get on the ship, they wouldn't stop them.

Some ruthless guys, however, completely ignored the friendship of their compatriots. Seeing that the speed of rushing to the shore was being dragged down, they rushed forward with rifle butts, bayonets and even boot soles, just to get rid of these encumbrances and get ashore faster so that they could reach the shore quickly. Survive yourself.

Witnessing this scene of hell on earth, Mogavi was horrified and huddled up on the boat, fearing that these people would throw him down and his fellow compatriots who fell into the water would come up instead.

However, what surprised him was that those vicious guys didn't do this.

Perhaps because the people standing next to him these days are all big shots, these low-status wolf tribesmen also "love the house and the bird" and instinctively regard him, the kidnapped foreigner, as some kind of adult.

In short, thanks to the disregard of these people, he was able to leave the waters full of blood and death without any danger, and stranded on the shore with the boat.

He used all his strength to climb out of the boat. He rolled and ran forward for more than ten meters. He rolled and lay on his back on the muddy beach, gasping for fresh air, his face covered with mud. Full of shock.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice coming from the side and immediately looked sideways.

I saw a soaked man limping to the shore holding a Ripper rifle and with shocking scars on his shoulders.

That person was none other than Singer, Captain Achim's bodyguard, and the first person to respond to the captain's order to abandon the ship and jump into the sea.

I didn’t expect that he was still alive!

Mogavi couldn't help but have a trace of surprise written on his face.

Especially when he heard the guy's first words after coming ashore, his jaw almost dropped.

"... Damn it, you were tricked by these blue gophers!" Singer cursed through gritted teeth as he spat bloody saliva on the beach.

These guys have no moral ethics!

Unexpectedly, those blue gophers only looked honest on the surface, but were very cunning and cunning secretly. They had already seen through the empire's plan!

But that’s okay…

Since the power of the blue ghosts is contained at sea, the defense on the shore must be empty, and the land happens to be the home ground of the Xilan Empire.

As long as he can regroup the troops who fled to the shore, even if there are only one or two Centuries, he will definitely be able to fulfill his mission and capture the French Fry Port!

Seeing the mentally disturbed guy walking towards him, Mogavi quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but within two seconds, he was pulled up from the ground by his collar.

"Get up! I know you're not dead!"

Mogavi opened his eyes tremblingly, and before he was fully awake, he saw the twisted face like a demon.

"S-Sir..."

Singer stared at him ferociously and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"Take me to the Alliance camp! Now!"

Mogavi opened his mouth wide and glanced at the soldiers lying like dead dogs on the beach, and then at the guy grabbing his collar. He was about to ask him, "Are you crazy?" But because he opened his mouth too wide, he was dislocated and could not speak.

Fortunately, he didn't need to speak anymore.

Less than two seconds after Singh finished speaking, a gunshot was heard in the distant forest.

That's the sound of a Ripper's rifle!

At the same time as the gunfire sounded, gunshots like raindrops resounded across the beach and forest, and a fierce exchange of fire was about to break out!

Singer immediately let go of his hand and threw Mogavi, who had just half sat up, back to the ground. He loaded the rifle in his hand and yelled at the soldiers who were struggling to get up from the beach.

"Ready to fight!"

…

Time goes back half an hour.

There was darkness and silence on the beachhead on the northwest side of Fries Harbor.

If you didn't look closely, you probably wouldn't be able to see the helmets hidden behind sandbags and dirt pits, as well as the gun barrels hidden under the camouflage net.

There were initially fifty people guarding the position, but they changed several shifts in the middle, and by night there were still about thirty people left.

Lying next to a fixed "Tornado" grenade launcher, a player wearing an exoskeleton couldn't help but yawned and muttered something softly.

"Damn it, those mutants went to the Antarctic?"

"Why haven't there been any shadows for a long time?"

It's already 8pm in this game, and in reality it's time to get up and have breakfast.

Another player squatting next to him made a helpless expression.

"Who knows, I'm not sure if the ones who come up are mutants. Maybe there are just a few crabs."

When he heard that there were crabs to eat, the man who was still yawning suddenly became energetic and swallowed his saliva and said.

"That's not very good, just add a meal."

"puff--"

The player next to him who had been silent almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and his shoulders were shaking.

Seeing that the newcomers were becoming more and more undisciplined, the captain, who had been staring at the beach, finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to slap the innocent man on the back of the head who was suppressing a smile.

"Keep your voice down! You're laughing like a fool. Are you afraid that others won't know there's someone here?"

What if those guys hear someone here and don't come from this beach?

Then how can he get people killed?

The player who got hit on the helmet smiled. Everyone felt embarrassed and restrained themselves, returning their attention to their respective tracking positions.

At this time, a head with a haystack on its head popped out of the foxhole on the side.

He vaguely heard someone calling his name, and the player glanced this way in confusion.

"Captain, you called me?"

Team leader: "..."

This time it wasn't just the guy with a low smile, all the newcomers buried their heads and shook their shoulders.

The guy with a low laugh point was even more direct. He knocked his head on the sandbag and simply went offline to laugh.

Looking at the fool who was poking his head, the team leader was about to give him a few words of scolding when a serious voice came from the communication channel.

"Position 4, what's going on over there?"

Upon hearing the superior's inquiry, the squad leader looked solemn, glared at the retracted haystack, and quickly lowered his voice to report.

"Report, there is no situation at the moment!"

Murderous Dagger: "...Copy that, continue to be alert. We will change shifts in a few minutes. Brothers, please hold on."

The squad leader replied awkwardly.

"yes."

There are not many old players in Fries Port. Most of them are players between level 10 and 20. There are also some quasi-newcomers who have just passed level 10 and come here to try their luck. Occasionally they act a little dazed. Also normal.

The game atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been okay. Most old players have a relatively tolerant attitude towards newcomers. After all, this is how everyone has been here.

Quietness returned to the position, which was in sharp contrast to the rising tide just around the corner.

However, looking at the peaceful waves, Fang Chang, who was holding the telescope, couldn't help but frown, with a worried expression on his face.

It has been two hours into the night.

Do we really have to wait until afternoon?

Or is he just overthinking the so-called attack?

"...Maybe he won't come."

Just when Fang Chang was muttering in his heart, a sound of squeaking and sesame paste suddenly came from the communication channel.

"...This is the investigation team. We heard gunshots here, coming from the sea to the southwest of us."

"Gunshots?"

Hearing the report, Fang Chang felt excited and immediately opened the VM map without saying anything.

But when he saw the green dot flashing on the west side of the camp, he was slightly startled.

Still heading west?

Where did this go?

Just when he was stunned for just a second, another communication request suddenly popped up on the VM screen. This time it was from Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin.

Instructing Sesame Paste to stand by nearby, Fang Chang immediately pressed the answer button, and Captain Chen's voice soon came.

"...Our sensors detected two consecutive explosions in the waters near you. I'm not sure if you noticed it. Are you in trouble?"

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Explosion? We didn't see anything here, but someone heard the gunfire. Can you tell the general direction of the explosion?"

Chen Jianhong: "To the east of us, to yours... uh, it should be about five kilometers to the west. I'll send you the coordinates."

Fang Chang: "Copy that, please continue to remain silent and don't contact us unless necessary."

Chen Jianhong: "Understood."

After hanging up the communication, Fang Chang switched to the VM map again, and soon saw the synchronized coordinates from the Dolphin.

It even comes with an estimated explosion yield.

Those two flashing question marks were about five kilometers west of Fries Port, and almost stuck to the shore of the north shore of the strait, so that Fang Changbuwen was stunned for a moment.

Good guy.

Are these mutants planning to play tactics with themselves?

But there is no use going around to the west...

The Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps are stationed on the high ground to the northwest of the camp, with a wide and unobstructed view of the surrounding area. With the help of agility and perception players to search for enemies and report points, a few machine guns and mortars can put those beasts on hold. If you die on the beach, there is still some hope if you just come up from the pier due south.

Although only a little.

It just so happened that at this time, the Murderous Dagger, who had just handed over the defense zone to the friendly forces in shift, was walking towards this side.

Before the guy could speak, Fang Chang immediately looked at him and said.

"Shadow, take people to the west to have a look."

Murderous Dagger was stunned for a moment, suppressed his doubts about whether those mutants were still coming, looked at him confused and asked.

"West? Where?"

"There was an explosion in the waters about five kilometers to the west. I have updated the approximate coordinates on your map. Just keep walking west along the coastline."

While speaking, Fang Chang pointed his index finger on the screen and had completed editing the mission path.

Seeing the serious expression on Elder Fang's face, Murderous Dagger immediately became energetic, and the boredom on his face was wiped away.

"receive!"

He responded without saying a word, and hurriedly ran to the team members who had just been disbanded, and reorganized the team of thirty people.

"Brothers are here! Follow your father to the west and show you the world!"

As soon as they heard that work was coming, everyone who was listless a second ago suddenly became excited. They picked up their weapons and followed behind the thirty-something boss. They walked towards the outside of the position while chirping questions. got up.

"Boss! Who is the enemy?"

"Is he a mutant?"

"I heard they are blue-skinned!"

"Are the dropped materials valuable?"

Seeing how these newcomers had never seen the world, Murderous Dagger chuckled.

By coincidence, he hasn't seen it either.

But it doesn’t matter, we’ll see you soon.

"Stop talking nonsense. Two explosions occurred five kilometers due west of our position. No matter what came from us, we will make those idiots regret coming to find trouble with us!"

After running all the way along the edge of the rainforest, the group finally arrived near the coordinates, and immediately saw the group of guys on the beach who were climbing ashore in embarrassment.

Seeing the group of soaked guys in the distance, Murderous Dagger didn't even need to ask, he had already roughly guessed what happened.

These guys were probably passing through the strait, and by chance they bumped into the mutants who were looking for trouble for them.

This luck is so incredible!

In the end, his conscience prevailed. Sha Dagger held back his laughter and shouted towards the beach not far away.

"Common fellows in front! Get away from the shore quickly, we are here to rescue you!"

Climbing to the shore with a look of embarrassment, Dirang was instantly alert when he heard the shouts from the forest. He glanced at the nearby jungle and raised the rifle in his hand.

"who!"

Murderous Dagger shouted again: "We are from the alliance!"

alliance! ?

Upon hearing this word, Commander Dirang's expression suddenly changed, and he roared while opening the safety of his rifle.

"It's an alliance!"

"Ready to fight!"

The guard standing next to him reacted faster than him. He raised the rifle in his hand and fired a round into the dark woods. Then he covered the officer beside him and went to the bunker nearby.

Startled by the "pop" sound of the gunshot, Murderous Dagger saw the bullets flying to his side. He thought it was the guys who had misfired and shouted quickly.

"Damn it, we are humans, it's the mutants who fucked you, not me, please see clearly and turn off the insurance -"

However, the group did not listen to what he said.

Before he could finish his words, there was another gunshot, and this time the bullet followed his voice and hit the tree trunk next to him.

As if given an order, gunfire crackled on the beach.

The forty or fifty people who rushed to the shore opened fire and quickly dispersed to both sides.

They either lay down on the spot and dug out foxholes, or rolled behind the rocks to find cover. Regardless of their own embarrassment, they put on an offensive stance and fired suppressive fire at the players in the forest.

The various gunshots ranged from Ripper rifles to legion-standard "Blade" assault rifles and PU-9 assault rifles.

This time, Sha Dagger finally understood that these guys were not out of touch at all, but were here to cause trouble for them.

More and more soldiers who fell into the water swam to the shore, or landed on the escape boats. One by two, they were just like rushing to the beach. They didn't care who was chasing them and biting them. They didn't even pat the mud on their pants. There was a burst of banging and beating towards the shore.

Killing Dagger, who was originally about to pull them out, suddenly became angry and didn't bother to care about any misunderstanding.

Each of these guys was carrying a gun, with ammunition bags rolled up on their backs, and they all had engineer shovels on their waists. It would be too far-fetched to say that they were just people passing by.

At first glance, he doesn’t look like a good person!

Seeing that more and more people were coming ashore, and there must be one or two hundred people, Murderous Dagger immediately shouted at the thirty or so brothers behind him.

"Oh shit!"

"Not only do these 2Bs not appreciate it, they dare to open fire on us!"

"Hit him hard!!"