According to the position of the sun, it will be dark in two hours.

The nuclear rifle lying on the ground, as the captain, thought for a while and then gritted his teeth and said:

".It looks like we have to spend the night here. By the way, we can find a radio station to contact the territory as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, the old Taoist has already brought someone to negotiate."

The dreamer who stayed behind comforted him softly, and then looked towards the bunker through the gaps in the jungle.

There, more than a dozen people led by Lao Dao had stood still, curiously looking into the bunker through the gap in the low wall.

The previous attack had completely defeated the guards on the city wall, and it was unknown how many of the guards could survive.

Even though an hour had passed since the battle ended, the inside of the bunker was still silent, as if it was no man's land.

Stepping into the gap and looking inside, obvious broken limbs and fragments were exposed on the ground.

The two guards, who were not yet dead, whined and covered their wounds, shaking their hands at the approaching crowd.

"It's hopeless. It's probably hopeless."

The old man lowered his head to check the wound, then shook his head regretfully.

One shrapnel was inserted into the lower stomach, and one was blown away and broke his spine.

If they had been treated in time an hour ago, both guards would have survived.

But now, even if he could be sent to Kaixuan Hospital immediately and used psionic water, it would be impossible to revive a person with only one breath left.

"Give them a good time."

"Um"

The male gunman silently took out a syringe from his backpack, and then took out a vial containing a pale green liquid.

This is a high-concentration anesthetic extracted from the main component of the paralysis tree, which can temporarily block pain.

It was originally used for first aid, but now it is used to shield the final pain.

A few drops were precipitated and lightly touched on the wound. As a cold feeling came, the pain on the faces of the two guards suddenly disappeared.

"You... good people."

The guard with injured spine struggled to speak a word, his head tilted and he lost consciousness.

The guard next to him tried to stand up, but unfortunately he closed his eyes tiredly before he could make any move.

Holding the guard in his arms, the old man remained silent, his body trembling continuously.

After about a few seconds, he stood up suddenly, summoned all his strength and shouted:

"Where are the people? Where did they all die?"

"Are you all fools when you come out to save people?"

If it were normal times, even the roar would be unlikely to spread far away.

But now, there is silence in the bunker.

Almost as soon as the roar fell, clanking and crashing sounds could be heard from many buildings.

A few seconds later, the wooden doors of several nearby houses were pushed open, and more than a dozen people ran out rolling and crawling.

"Are you the envoys of the Western Suburbs Alliance?"

"Nonsense, come here and save people."

Looking at the panic on these people's faces, the old Taoist originally wanted to continue to curse a few words, but in the end he endured it.

We can't entirely blame them, after all, except for the guards, the entire bunker is full of unarmed slaves.

It is simply unrealistic to expect them to use farm tools to fight enemies with heavy machine guns and armored vehicles.

After the guards here suffered heavy casualties, the only ones left with fighting ability were some wanderers.

However, the wanderers will not make the first move. Even now, they are still hiding in the place they think is the safest.

"Okay, okay, I'll call the doctor right now."

"Come to help, everyone, come to help, find some stretchers and come over here!"

"Where are the people? The envoys from the Western Suburbs Alliance have arrived. We are safe. We survived!"

"The enemy has retreated, we have won!"

Roars and cheers gradually spread from block to block.

The locked door opened from the inside, revealing faces full of fear.

But soon, their eyes locked on the old Taoist group at the gap in the city wall, and surprise appeared on their faces.

More and more people came out of the house and began to join in the first aid.

"Their minds are really stupid."

Looking at the corpses found in the ruins, the gangster shook his head and didn't know how to evaluate it.

Perhaps they are used to fake matches, or perhaps they have never experienced real combat. These people have basically zero combat experience.

Only two guards were directly hit by bullets and died, and almost all the rest were injured when they fled in panic.

"Not everyone is like you and can successfully use the tactical experience learned in the game in reality."

The male gunman nodded slightly with emotion.

The real identity of the gangster on earth is actually very ordinary, he is just a semi-professional player in a chicken and gun game.

The reason why I say half is because he was already 25 years old when he joined the profession.

I have never played in a real game. Instead, I follow the coach every day and do half the work of a tactical coach.

But no one expected that after coming to this wasteland, there would be a stage for him to perform.

In the continuous simulation of the virtual environment, the gangster successfully took out the tactics in his mind and applied them to reality.

The effect was pretty good, at least the previous command to pull the gun line allowed everyone to enjoy the smooth feeling of tactical suppression for a long time.

"However, this may be the main reason why they want to join the alliance."

"Too."

If it wasn't too weak, there would be no need to seek shelter from the Southern Suburban Alliance over two hundred kilometers away.

But then again, the guard team here is almost wiped out, so who will do the next defensive task?

The male gunman glanced around and quickly found a wounded man who wore different clothes than ordinary guards.

At this time, this man was limping over with a look of fear on his face.

"Dear envoys of the Southern Suburban Alliance, please forgive our offense for allowing you to participate in this sudden war."

"I'm the captain of the guard here, Nat."

"Our Pumpkin Kefu Bunker will bear all the compensation for the casualties caused and pay the price of the weapons used before."

Nat smiled bitterly and took the lead in apologizing.

"Don't worry, envoys, I know the currencies on both sides may be different, but we will pay a lot of labor as a reward, and it will definitely be cheaper than you think."

"In addition, before discussing other transactions, in the name of the guard captain."

"We need arms, we need a lot of arms to protect ourselves!"
Chapter completed!