"Come on guys look at this, there is a new battle mission on VM!"
"Are we going to war again? Great, it's been a long time since we fought!"
"Hey! Why do you only need 50 people?"
"Don't talk nonsense, If you hesitate, you will lose your chance!"
"Can I go with you if I don't receive the mission? It's okay if I don't receive money, I'll just watch the plot!"
"Goblin bazooka is sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins a shot! You will lose this golden opportunity if you can't buy it now!"
"Please give me one, the money is owed first!"
"Get out!"
The west gate of the shelter.
A large group of players ran to the open space in front of the trench, carrying their weapons and ammunition.
The lively appearance didn't look like a war was about to start, but it was like a festival.
Especially a small player, he rented a caravan in the warehouse, and packed the gun barrel, gun mount, and shells in one go. He even hired a player from the strength department to help pull the cart.
"Boss! Can you give me a shot?"
Mosquito was immediately happy when he heard this, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.
"Must! Good brother! Listen to my command for a while, and you will definitely let the whole battlefield!"
"Okay!!!"
Such a big movement can be seen with eyes. The nomads who came back from fetching water from the lake looked this way in surprise, looked at each other, and chattered.
"What are they going to do?"
"Is there a war?"
"They all had guns in their hands!"
"Who is this going to fight? Predators? Or aliens?"
Carrying two plastic buckets filled with water, the sisters Autumn Grass and Akiba looked curiously at Manager who came out from the west gate.
The eyes of the two fell on his back at the same time - that impressive hammer.
"It's so big..."
"The hammer must weigh at least several tens of kilograms, right?"
"The armor also looks heavy, is it made of steel?"
"He's not tired at all!"
"You can't stare at people all the time, it's impolite."
"Well, okay...wait! Why do you only talk about me? The person who has been staring at him clearly was you, right?"
Autumn Grass repeated with a blushing face.
"No, you can't be impolite."
More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here. Watching from a distance of tens of meters, they looked curiously at the soldiers in front of the trench and discussed what happened.
Is this going to war?
Fighting kills people. But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited? Don't they fear death at all?
Many nomads couldn't help feeling a little awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats was even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!
Just as the clansmen were discussing, the patriarch Wade came out from the crowd with several hunters carrying bows, arrows and javelins.
When he came in front of Manager, Wade clasped his fists and said respectfully.
"My lord, the people behind me are the elite of our clan. As long as you nod your head, we will be the sharpest spears in your hands!"
Lucius glanced at him, intending to politely reject his kindness. But at this time, Lucius's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he temporarily changed his words when he reached his mouth, nodded and said.
"You will follow me in a while."
"Yes! My lord."
After signaling Yugin, Wade and the others to wait in place, Lucius walked up to the players, and under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, he spoke the lines he had thought up for ten minutes.
"For a long time, the people of Beit Street have endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they were starving, impoverished, and struggling desperately to survive. And all the money he took from him violently went to him. One person's pocket, only to satisfy one person's selfish desire."
"His crimes are too numerous to record. And now, not only has he set his mind on us, but he has also broken through the bottom line of our tolerance, colluding secretly with our mortal enemy, the Bloody Hand clan, entering into a secret covenant, and even instigating them to invade us!"
"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Now is the time to let that greedy old leech know what will happen if he pissed us off."
"Everyone, follow me!"
In the open space in front of the trench, the roar of excitement was deafening.
"Liberate Bate Street!"
"For the Yuki!"
"Aww!"
……
Beit Street, Central Castle.
The study on the top floor was pushed open, and a guard in a buckskin coat rushed in, walked through a long row of bookshelves, and walked in front of the mayor.
"My lord! There are many people from our north! Yes, there are more than fifty!"
"How many?!"
The mayor's face suddenly changed, and he immediately got up and rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor to the tower, and climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the castle.
The north wind hunts outside the high tower.
He came out of the room before he had time to put on his coat, and he was blown so fat that he shivered. Regardless of the cold, he grabbed the binoculars hanging on the side and looked towards the north.
I saw a group of fur coats, long guns and short guns in their hands, more like a team of predators, marching aggressively in the direction of Beit Street.
On this cold day with the howling north wind, a drop of sweat oozed from the old mayor's forehead.
Turning his head back abruptly, he grabbed the guard who was chasing him up to the top of the tower, and roared loudly with spit flying all over the place.
"Quickly, call all the guards, take up weapons and go to the north gate!"
"Also, send someone to Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Beit Street! All the men over 14 must gather at the gate of the armory!"
"Going right now!"
The guard's legs trembled from the yelling, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, Yes!"
The rapid bell of the castle rang, breaking the tranquility of Beit Street.
The survivors standing on the street didn't know what happened. They thought it was the predators who came, and they all ran towards the house, packed up their things and prepared to escape in panic.
Hearing the rapid ringing of the bell, old Charlie didn't panic at all, but heaved a sigh of relief, a stone in his heart fell to the ground.
If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing I can do is make it happen sooner.
For example, if a mayor with a brain full of idiots sets fire to the powder keg before he does something more outrageously stupid, fewer poor people will be implicated.
Not surprisingly, he will soon send someone to find him, let him mobilize the hunters on Beit Street, stand on the fence and fight those blue coats to the end.
After closing the curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a crutch and hid in the panicked crowd. At the same time, the armory door on the side of the castle opened.
The guards in deerskin coats took the iron-pipe rifle and ammunition from the captain, and then quickly rushed to the north gate, standing guard behind the bunker.
However, the bunker made of scrap metal and concrete garbage did not give them much sense of security.
Except for a few veterans with wrinkled faces, many young guards had panic and apprehension on their faces, and the hands holding the guns were sweating nervously.
A big force like the Bloody Hand clan won't come after receiving the protection fee. Usually, their opponents are all alien species, and the most dangerous ones are just a few mutated brown bears. Only in rare cases would you run into predators who didn't open their eyes and came to blackmail them, and those people's combat effectiveness was usually not ordinary hip-pulls, they didn't have even poor guns, and they were even worse than the hunters in the town.
This is the first time for many young guards to encounter a situation like this!
Looking around at the guards around him, old Walter, who was holding a shotgun, had a serious look on his face. Including himself, there are only 11 people in total, half of them are the guards in the old mayor's house, and the bullets fired in a year may not add up to 30 rounds.
The captain of the guard at the side cursed at the subordinates beside him.
"What about people? Is that all? What about the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them disperse into the building outside!"
The young guard held his rifle and said tremblingly.
"Old Charlie is going to mobilize...it should be coming soon."
"It's too late," Old Walter looked outside the bunker. Those people have already arrived."
Snow-covered streets.
A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying long guns and short guns, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and spread out behind the surrounding bunkers.
The two sides are separated by 200 meters, and they have already entered the combat distance!
However, no one moved, just confronted nervously.
At this moment, Walter's brows suddenly shrank, and he saw a pitch-black gun barrel pushing out from the corner of the street!
Do they still have guns?!
The gun barrel was about as long as a leg, and it was probably cast. The wall of the barrel was quite thick, and the dark muzzle exuded a penetrating cold light. Although it looks simple, no one dares to underestimate its power.
The captain of the guard on the side swallowed, finally couldn't hold his breath, and shouted towards the opposite side.
"Who are you? What are you doing here!"
Nonsense…… Do you still need to ask such stupid questions?
Walter complained in his heart, silently reloaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.
However, at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly. He saw a man wearing a fur coat, raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the bunker, and walked out.
Old Walter narrowed his eyes. After looking at the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face on the street.
Apparently not only he recognized the man's identity, but also a few young guards beside him, whispering to each other.
"Aries?"
"It seems...it really is him!"
"Hiss... isn't he dead? I saw that his family has a funeral."
"I remember! It happened last month. It seems that when he was hunting deer in the north, he bumped into someone from the Blood Hand clan... and the second child of the Olie family was also arrested."
"if I am not wrong his name was Pisces?"
"Yes, yes, that guy!"
While the guards were discussing, Aries, who had walked ten or twenty meters forward, stopped and shouted loudly.
"Folks, I'm Aries! I'm here to help you!"
"Help us?"
The captain of the guard behind the bunker smiled coldly, and shouted at Aries who was standing in the snow, "Is this the way you help us?"
Seeing the captain of the guard, Aries was instinctively frightened. But thinking of the dozens of soldiers behind him supporting him, and thinking of the words that the lord Manager said to him earlier, the fire in his eyes was rekindled, and the waist that had just bent a little bit straightened up again.
Looking at his fellow countrymen behind the bunker, he raised his volume and said loudly.
"A month ago, Pisces and I went hunting deer in the north. Unfortunately, we were captured by the predators of the Blood Hand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when we thought we were going to die, our neighbors... the people behind me rescued me from the predators' dungeon."
There was a commotion among the guards behind the bunker, with shock on their faces.
Saved from the predators' dungeon?
Does this mean that the Bloody Hand clan has been taken away by them?!
Aries didn't pause and continued talking.
"They not only gave me food, clothes, fuel, but also arranged work and shelter for me, and kept me from starvation and cold. They not only accepted me, but also accepted other prisoners who were rescued together. There is nothing else to say about these Meaning, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies—"
"Nonsense!" The captain of the guard yelled, "You idiot! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wagged your tail and begged them for mercy, willing to be their dog, and even dare to raise your fangs against your fellow man! Where is your conscience?"
Aries got angry and roared loudly.
"Conscience? Are you ashamed to say conscience? You tell me loudly, who is the idiot here? We scavenge, hunt, and exchange our lives for chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year and endure him. Use the money he earns to buy the leftover rubbish he picks up, and be ridden on the head by those predators outside to shit!"
"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the predators? He never protected anyone, he only had eyes for himself, and he didn't even step out of castle lap when we needed him!"
"From the very beginning, the vampire who lived in the castle was the same as the people of the Bloody Hand clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor those predators, and even helped those villains to suck our flesh and blood together! Do you think Am I kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloody Hand clan, trying to encourage those villains to rob our neighbors!"
With that said, Aries took out a letter from his pocket and held it up high.
"Shall I read it to you?"
Hearing this, Old Walter's eyes widened.
The young guards next to him also had surprised expressions on their faces. Is the old mayor and the Bloody Hand clan in the same group?
Real or fake?!
Looking at the shaken eyes of the surrounding guards, the captain of the guard sweated on his forehead.
His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not thought up by this country bumpkin who doesn't even know the words.
Someone must have taught him to say it! If this guy is allowed to continue talking, the battle may have already been lost without a fight.
As the direct descendant of the mayor, he is also a vested interest. Whether right or wrong, the position of the captain of the guard has been decided, and he must stand on the side of the mayor.
What's more, the situation is actually not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beit Street.
Now that the armory has been opened, as long as old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, they may not lose the fight!
Quickly making a judgment, looking at Aries who had started to read the letter aloud, the captain of the guard shouted loudly.
"Fire!"
However, no gunshots rang out, and no one responded to his orders at all.
Listening to the flattering and ingratiating contents of the letter, not only the young guards, but even Old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time.
The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes shot out with anger.
He didn't wait any longer, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the country bumpkin pretending to be reading the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.
Snapped!
Whoosh—
Shou's first bullet flew past Aries's face and hit the snowdrift behind him. He was so frightened that he immediately jumped aside and hid behind the car wreckage buried in heavy snow.
Old Walter's face changed, he looked in horror at the captain of the guard who pulled the bolt and continued to shoot, and said in a voice.
"Are you crazy!?"
The captain of the guard glared at him viciously, then at the guards huddled behind cover.
"Why are you being polite to the predators? If you don't want to die, just hit me!"
Across the street, looking at the bullet marks not far away, the players not only didn't panic at all, but shouted excitedly.
"Boss! The other side is firing!"
"Stop talking nonsense with them, let's do it!"
"Rush them!"
Although it was somewhat different from the plan, since the opposite side had already opened fire.
Without hesitation, Lucius looked at Mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.
"Shot!"
"Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave his assistant a look at the runner, and shouted excitedly, "F*ck them all!"
Hearing Mosquito's command, the player of the power department immediately ignited the fuze behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.
Boom—!
Flames and white smoke sprayed out, and the thunder-like shells drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Beit Street.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden gate exploded as if struck by lightning!
The captain of the guard, who was standing behind the bunker and firing, was suddenly scared and retreated behind the bunker.
At this time, a whistle sounded from far away on the street, followed by a shocking shout of killing, like rolling waves rushing toward the defensive position.
"Fire! Call the backup!"
He roared and ordered the guards around him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.
The morale that was already low was shattered by the sound of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking his head out and shooting, it was considered brave if he didn't leave the cover and escape.
Seeing that the other guards were terrified, Old Walter couldn't help but think of what happened a long time ago.
Long, long ago, when he was young, Beit Street had been sacked once by a raiding party of the Blood Hand clan.
At that time, there were 12 people on the guard, and they were killed by 11 people, and only two people survived.
What if the people in the town are successfully mobilized?
These people are ruthless people who have even leveled the old lair of the Blood Hand clan, and it is probably a matter of charging to level them.
Besides... Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack, the blue coat who had been in Beit Street for a while before and whose whereabouts were unknown.
If these people came out of the shelter, they wouldn't necessarily embarrass poor people like them.
"Surrender... The reinforcements haven't arrived yet, so I guess they won't. There are only 11 of us here, so we can't be their opponents."
Old Walter put down the gun in his hand.
Looking at the captain of the guard who turned his gun to aim at himself, he sighed and said.
"Why bother? Now that there are no dead on both sides, they may not treat the prisoners of war too badly."
The captain of the guard turned pale and his fingers trembled.
"Don't push me."
Old Walter reached out and held the barrel of his gun without moving, looking at him seriously.
"If you must fight, shoot."
"A lot of people will die today, and it's not a bad thing to be ahead."
Seeing the captain of the guard whose expression changed from stern to stiff, and then from stiff to desperate, Old Walter heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly took the rifle out of his trembling hands.
"Thank you for giving us all a chance to live."
There was no blood on the face of the captain of the guard, and he squeezed out a weak smile.
"I Hope so."
"Come on guys look at this, there is a new battle mission on VM!"
"Are we going to war again? Great, it's been a long time since we fought!"
"Hey! Why do you only need 50 people?"
"Don't talk nonsense, If you hesitate, you will lose your chance!"
"Can I go with you if I don't receive the mission? It's okay if I don't receive money, I'll just watch the plot!"
"Goblin bazooka is sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins a shot! You will lose this golden opportunity if you can't buy it now!"
"Please give me one, the money is owed first!"
"Get out!"
The west gate of the shelter.
A large group of players ran to the open space in front of the trench, carrying their weapons and ammunition.
The lively appearance didn't look like a war was about to start, but it was like a festival.
Especially a small player, he rented a caravan in the warehouse, and packed the gun barrel, gun mount, and shells in one go. He even hired a player from the strength department to help pull the cart.
"Boss! Can you give me a shot?"
Mosquito was immediately happy when he heard this, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.
"Must! Good brother! Listen to my command for a while, and you will definitely let the whole battlefield!"
"Okay!!!"
Such a big movement can be seen with eyes. The nomads who came back from fetching water from the lake looked this way in surprise, looked at each other, and chattered.
"What are they going to do?"
"Is there a war?"
"They all had guns in their hands!"
"Who is this going to fight? Predators? Or aliens?"
Carrying two plastic buckets filled with water, the sisters Autumn Grass and Akiba looked curiously at Manager who came out from the west gate.
The eyes of the two fell on his back at the same time - that impressive hammer.
"It's so big..."
"The hammer must weigh at least several tens of kilograms, right?"
"The armor also looks heavy, is it made of steel?"
"He's not tired at all!"
"You can't stare at people all the time, it's impolite."
"Well, okay...wait! Why do you only talk about me? The person who has been staring at him clearly was you, right?"
Autumn Grass repeated with a blushing face.
"No, you can't be impolite."
More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here. Watching from a distance of tens of meters, they looked curiously at the soldiers in front of the trench and discussed what happened.
Is this going to war?
Fighting kills people. But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited? Don't they fear death at all?
Many nomads couldn't help feeling a little awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats was even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!
Just as the clansmen were discussing, the patriarch Wade came out from the crowd with several hunters carrying bows, arrows and javelins.
When he came in front of Manager, Wade clasped his fists and said respectfully.
"My lord, the people behind me are the elite of our clan. As long as you nod your head, we will be the sharpest spears in your hands!"
Lucius glanced at him, intending to politely reject his kindness. But at this time, Lucius's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he temporarily changed his words when he reached his mouth, nodded and said.
"You will follow me in a while."
"Yes! My lord."
After signaling Yugin, Wade and the others to wait in place, Lucius walked up to the players, and under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, he spoke the lines he had thought up for ten minutes.
"For a long time, the people of Beit Street have endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they were starving, impoverished, and struggling desperately to survive. And all the money he took from him violently went to him. One person's pocket, only to satisfy one person's selfish desire."
"His crimes are too numerous to record. And now, not only has he set his mind on us, but he has also broken through the bottom line of our tolerance, colluding secretly with our mortal enemy, the Bloody Hand clan, entering into a secret covenant, and even instigating them to invade us!"
"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Now is the time to let that greedy old leech know what will happen if he pissed us off."
"Everyone, follow me!"
In the open space in front of the trench, the roar of excitement was deafening.
"Liberate Bate Street!"
"For the Yuki!"
"Aww!"
……
Beit Street, Central Castle.
The study on the top floor was pushed open, and a guard in a buckskin coat rushed in, walked through a long row of bookshelves, and walked in front of the mayor.
"My lord! There are many people from our north! Yes, there are more than fifty!"
"How many?!"
The mayor's face suddenly changed, and he immediately got up and rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor to the tower, and climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the castle.
The north wind hunts outside the high tower.
He came out of the room before he had time to put on his coat, and he was blown so fat that he shivered. Regardless of the cold, he grabbed the binoculars hanging on the side and looked towards the north.
I saw a group of fur coats, long guns and short guns in their hands, more like a team of predators, marching aggressively in the direction of Beit Street.
On this cold day with the howling north wind, a drop of sweat oozed from the old mayor's forehead.
Turning his head back abruptly, he grabbed the guard who was chasing him up to the top of the tower, and roared loudly with spit flying all over the place.
"Quickly, call all the guards, take up weapons and go to the north gate!"
"Also, send someone to Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Beit Street! All the men over 14 must gather at the gate of the armory!"
"Going right now!"
The guard's legs trembled from the yelling, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, Yes!"
The rapid bell of the castle rang, breaking the tranquility of Beit Street.
The survivors standing on the street didn't know what happened. They thought it was the predators who came, and they all ran towards the house, packed up their things and prepared to escape in panic.
Hearing the rapid ringing of the bell, old Charlie didn't panic at all, but heaved a sigh of relief, a stone in his heart fell to the ground.
If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing I can do is make it happen sooner.
For example, if a mayor with a brain full of idiots sets fire to the powder keg before he does something more outrageously stupid, fewer poor people will be implicated.
Not surprisingly, he will soon send someone to find him, let him mobilize the hunters on Beit Street, stand on the fence and fight those blue coats to the end.
After closing the curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a crutch and hid in the panicked crowd. At the same time, the armory door on the side of the castle opened.
The guards in deerskin coats took the iron-pipe rifle and ammunition from the captain, and then quickly rushed to the north gate, standing guard behind the bunker.
However, the bunker made of scrap metal and concrete garbage did not give them much sense of security.
Except for a few veterans with wrinkled faces, many young guards had panic and apprehension on their faces, and the hands holding the guns were sweating nervously.
A big force like the Bloody Hand clan won't come after receiving the protection fee. Usually, their opponents are all alien species, and the most dangerous ones are just a few mutated brown bears. Only in rare cases would you run into predators who didn't open their eyes and came to blackmail them, and those people's combat effectiveness was usually not ordinary hip-pulls, they didn't have even poor guns, and they were even worse than the hunters in the town.
This is the first time for many young guards to encounter a situation like this!
Looking around at the guards around him, old Walter, who was holding a shotgun, had a serious look on his face. Including himself, there are only 11 people in total, half of them are the guards in the old mayor's house, and the bullets fired in a year may not add up to 30 rounds.
The captain of the guard at the side cursed at the subordinates beside him.
"What about people? Is that all? What about the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them disperse into the building outside!"
The young guard held his rifle and said tremblingly.
"Old Charlie is going to mobilize...it should be coming soon."
"It's too late," Old Walter looked outside the bunker. Those people have already arrived."
Snow-covered streets.
A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying long guns and short guns, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and spread out behind the surrounding bunkers.
The two sides are separated by 200 meters, and they have already entered the combat distance!
However, no one moved, just confronted nervously.
At this moment, Walter's brows suddenly shrank, and he saw a pitch-black gun barrel pushing out from the corner of the street!
Do they still have guns?!
The gun barrel was about as long as a leg, and it was probably cast. The wall of the barrel was quite thick, and the dark muzzle exuded a penetrating cold light. Although it looks simple, no one dares to underestimate its power.
The captain of the guard on the side swallowed, finally couldn't hold his breath, and shouted towards the opposite side.
"Who are you? What are you doing here!"
Nonsense…… Do you still need to ask such stupid questions?
Walter complained in his heart, silently reloaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.
However, at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly. He saw a man wearing a fur coat, raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the bunker, and walked out.
Old Walter narrowed his eyes. After looking at the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face on the street.
Apparently not only he recognized the man's identity, but also a few young guards beside him, whispering to each other.
"Aries?"
"It seems...it really is him!"
"Hiss... isn't he dead? I saw that his family has a funeral."
"I remember! It happened last month. It seems that when he was hunting deer in the north, he bumped into someone from the Blood Hand clan... and the second child of the Olie family was also arrested."
"if I am not wrong his name was Pisces?"
"Yes, yes, that guy!"
While the guards were discussing, Aries, who had walked ten or twenty meters forward, stopped and shouted loudly.
"Folks, I'm Aries! I'm here to help you!"
"Help us?"
The captain of the guard behind the bunker smiled coldly, and shouted at Aries who was standing in the snow, "Is this the way you help us?"
Seeing the captain of the guard, Aries was instinctively frightened. But thinking of the dozens of soldiers behind him supporting him, and thinking of the words that the lord Manager said to him earlier, the fire in his eyes was rekindled, and the waist that had just bent a little bit straightened up again.
Looking at his fellow countrymen behind the bunker, he raised his volume and said loudly.
"A month ago, Pisces and I went hunting deer in the north. Unfortunately, we were captured by the predators of the Blood Hand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when we thought we were going to die, our neighbors... the people behind me rescued me from the predators' dungeon."
There was a commotion among the guards behind the bunker, with shock on their faces.
Saved from the predators' dungeon?
Does this mean that the Bloody Hand clan has been taken away by them?!
Aries didn't pause and continued talking.
"They not only gave me food, clothes, fuel, but also arranged work and shelter for me, and kept me from starvation and cold. They not only accepted me, but also accepted other prisoners who were rescued together. There is nothing else to say about these Meaning, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies—"
"Nonsense!" The captain of the guard yelled, "You idiot! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wagged your tail and begged them for mercy, willing to be their dog, and even dare to raise your fangs against your fellow man! Where is your conscience?"
Aries got angry and roared loudly.
"Conscience? Are you ashamed to say conscience? You tell me loudly, who is the idiot here? We scavenge, hunt, and exchange our lives for chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year and endure him. Use the money he earns to buy the leftover rubbish he picks up, and be ridden on the head by those predators outside to shit!"
"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the predators? He never protected anyone, he only had eyes for himself, and he didn't even step out of castle lap when we needed him!"
"From the very beginning, the vampire who lived in the castle was the same as the people of the Bloody Hand clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor those predators, and even helped those villains to suck our flesh and blood together! Do you think Am I kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloody Hand clan, trying to encourage those villains to rob our neighbors!"
With that said, Aries took out a letter from his pocket and held it up high.
"Shall I read it to you?"
Hearing this, Old Walter's eyes widened.
The young guards next to him also had surprised expressions on their faces. Is the old mayor and the Bloody Hand clan in the same group?
Real or fake?!
Looking at the shaken eyes of the surrounding guards, the captain of the guard sweated on his forehead.
His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not thought up by this country bumpkin who doesn't even know the words.
Someone must have taught him to say it! If this guy is allowed to continue talking, the battle may have already been lost without a fight.
As the direct descendant of the mayor, he is also a vested interest. Whether right or wrong, the position of the captain of the guard has been decided, and he must stand on the side of the mayor.
What's more, the situation is actually not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beit Street.
Now that the armory has been opened, as long as old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, they may not lose the fight!
Quickly making a judgment, looking at Aries who had started to read the letter aloud, the captain of the guard shouted loudly.
"Fire!"
However, no gunshots rang out, and no one responded to his orders at all.
Listening to the flattering and ingratiating contents of the letter, not only the young guards, but even Old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time.
The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes shot out with anger.
He didn't wait any longer, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the country bumpkin pretending to be reading the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.
Snapped!
Whoosh—
Shou's first bullet flew past Aries's face and hit the snowdrift behind him. He was so frightened that he immediately jumped aside and hid behind the car wreckage buried in heavy snow.
Old Walter's face changed, he looked in horror at the captain of the guard who pulled the bolt and continued to shoot, and said in a voice.
"Are you crazy!?"
The captain of the guard glared at him viciously, then at the guards huddled behind cover.
"Why are you being polite to the predators? If you don't want to die, just hit me!"
Across the street, looking at the bullet marks not far away, the players not only didn't panic at all, but shouted excitedly.
"Boss! The other side is firing!"
"Stop talking nonsense with them, let's do it!"
"Rush them!"
Although it was somewhat different from the plan, since the opposite side had already opened fire.
Without hesitation, Lucius looked at Mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.
"Shot!"
"Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave his assistant a look at the runner, and shouted excitedly, "F*ck them all!"
Hearing Mosquito's command, the player of the power department immediately ignited the fuze behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.
Boom—!
Flames and white smoke sprayed out, and the thunder-like shells drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Beit Street.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden gate exploded as if struck by lightning!
The captain of the guard, who was standing behind the bunker and firing, was suddenly scared and retreated behind the bunker.
At this time, a whistle sounded from far away on the street, followed by a shocking shout of killing, like rolling waves rushing toward the defensive position.
"Fire! Call the backup!"
He roared and ordered the guards around him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.
The morale that was already low was shattered by the sound of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking his head out and shooting, it was considered brave if he didn't leave the cover and escape.
Seeing that the other guards were terrified, Old Walter couldn't help but think of what happened a long time ago.
Long, long ago, when he was young, Beit Street had been sacked once by a raiding party of the Blood Hand clan.
At that time, there were 12 people on the guard, and they were killed by 11 people, and only two people survived.
What if the people in the town are successfully mobilized?
These people are ruthless people who have even leveled the old lair of the Blood Hand clan, and it is probably a matter of charging to level them.
Besides... Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack, the blue coat who had been in Beit Street for a while before and whose whereabouts were unknown.
If these people came out of the shelter, they wouldn't necessarily embarrass poor people like them.
"Surrender... The reinforcements haven't arrived yet, so I guess they won't. There are only 11 of us here, so we can't be their opponents."
Old Walter put down the gun in his hand.
Looking at the captain of the guard who turned his gun to aim at himself, he sighed and said.
"Why bother? Now that there are no dead on both sides, they may not treat the prisoners of war too badly."
The captain of the guard turned pale and his fingers trembled.
"Don't push me."
Old Walter reached out and held the barrel of his gun without moving, looking at him seriously.
"If you must fight, shoot."
"A lot of people will die today, and it's not a bad thing to be ahead."
Seeing the captain of the guard whose expression changed from stern to stiff, and then from stiff to desperate, Old Walter heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly took the rifle out of his trembling hands.
"Thank you for giving us all a chance to live."
There was no blood on the face of the captain of the guard, and he squeezed out a weak smile.
"I Hope so."
