If Wildman was just using Night Wanderer as a farming target before, now Night Wanderer has transformed from a simple monster into a pure enemy.
An enemy that must die.
Though it’s been said that the staff of this company are fearless in war, suffering heavy casualties with every action yet never retreating, the medic initially thought it might be due to high compensation or drug use.
But tests showed no drug residue in their blood.
Moreover, he saw an emotion of anger in their eyes, a feeling he’s all too familiar with.
Wildman got up, shook his arms, and after pulling out the exoskeleton, strapped the ammo chain from the ammo box onto the machine gun, grinning
"Father’s back to the battlefield!"
On the front line, the firefight is intensifying, escalating from rifle exchanges to rocket launcher bombardments, and Brother Dao’s squad, responsible for clearing side routes, even bumped into a dual-linked machine cannon that even heavy exoskeletons dared not block. It’s a sure death if even grazed, nobody knows where they dismantled it from.
The Night Wanderers are frantic, disregarding the cost, bringing out all their hidden weaponry.
The dual-linked cannon is set up in the middle of the side route, with an iron canopy and sandbags forming a makeshift bunker, only exposing a tiny firing window, but it’s enough to block all players halfway.
Brother Dao: "Where’s the rocket launcher? Hurry up and blow up that bunker for me! Damn it! The shield from Stan is shattered!"
Forget about the shield, even the lousy warrior narrowly missed losing his life.
"I used mine up, the ones from the rear haven’t been delivered yet!"
"How’d you use them so fast, you squanderer!"
"Shut up! You were the one shouting the most just now." The accused Red Bucket immediately retorted back, mimicking the opponent’s tone vividly
"Hey, Red Bucket, blow that up for me, hey, Red Bucket, fire a shot over there for me, now that the rockets are gone, you want to cry?"
Each squad only has eight rockets without resupply, once used up, they’re gone.
"Enough with the arguing! You bunch of idiots! This is a timed competition, if another squad gets first, our gold medal is lost!"
It’s entirely groundless; players believed the squads clearing tunnel branches would impact the post-war settlement, hence the rush to finish quickly, prompting Brother Dao’s frantic rocket usage.
A grimed Natural Curl cursed under his breath, he tried using Sianweistan to quickly destroy the bunker, but the firing hole was too tiny, and with his poor aim, of course he failed.
Egyptian Beauty: "Damn it, should I go back to ask the BOSS for rockets? It’s too humiliating."
Brother Dao asked Beauty, "Do we still have explosives?"
Red Bucket and Beauty were support; Natural Curl’s Sianweistan conflicted with the exoskeleton, so he let Red Bucket have it.
The benefit was Red Bucket could carry more weight, including numerous explosives alongside rockets.
Red Bucket nodded, taking two soft, clay-like sticks from his back, with detonators and an igniter inserted.
"Let’s use these to blow up the bunker."
"How, throw them over? That iron canopy is thick, machine gun bullets can’t penetrate it. If they land incorrectly, they’re useless, besides it’s too heavy for the crossbow."
"I’ll go, I have a speed skill, just need to run some distance to get out of the cannon’s firing range."
Natural Curl grabbed the explosives
"But you all must cover me, suppress those minor enemies, or I’ll be Swiss cheese."
Sianweistan can dodge bullets if they aren’t too dense, but in a hailstorm, there’s no room to escape.
Brother Dao patted him, "Good brother! Your back is in our hands."
Natural Curl peeked at the dark cannon muzzle, knowing a single shot would shred him to bits.
He turned to look at his comrades behind him, blinking
"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have played the hero, is it too late to regret now?"
Brother Dao kicked Natural Curl in the rear, launching him out of cover
"Damn it! You bastards!"
Exposed in the cannon’s firing range, Natural Curl jumped in shock, instinctively activating Sianweistan, then adjusting his posture and balance, he sprinted off.
With the cannon targeting Natural Curl, drawing off fire, the others charged from cover, aggressively firing at other Night Wanderers, their counterattack immediately suppressing the Night Wanderers’ positions.
"I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!"
Natural Curl felt a gust under his feet, hearing bullets whizzing past his ears, sensing the cannon shells shattering the ground behind him, debris hitting his skin.
Sianweistan worked well, nearly doubling his speed, but its effect lasts only two seconds and is just a green item, lacking the capacity to match bullets.
Even if he sustained until Sianweistan’s run limit, it failed before he could escape the cannon’s range. By then, he wasn’t aware his nosebleed was gushing like a fountain.
He probably couldn’t remember how many times he used it today.
A 20mm shell barely brushed his calf, shattering the entire leg and prosthetic.
Losing support, a disoriented Natural Curl tumbled forward, hitting the ground, motionless, with blood gushing from his broken leg.
Brother Dao gnawed his teeth in anger, just about to tell Beauty to get more rockets from the BOSS when Red Bucket yelled
"He’s not dead yet, damn, this is epic!"
Natural Curl, clutching explosives, crawled towards the bunker with his hands and one leg, even speeding up using Sianweistan.
And that area was already in the bunker’s blind spot, with only nearby Night Wanderers noticing.
"Hurry up and draw fire from him, beat those idiots opposite down!"
The five went nuts; even when the cannon adjusted towards them, they didn’t back down.
Just as the cannon loaded a fresh 20-round magazine and was ready to fire, a face, drenched in blood and dust, filthy like a devil, sneaked into a gap next to the firing window.
Flashing a grin of white teeth, he addressed the stunned cannon operator and loader
"Your delivery’s arrived, please sign for it."