The sky in Waste Star is gray and black. Although I have tried my best to adapt to it, this long-lasting gray tone always puts people's mentality in a depressed state.

When the dim white giant machine fell down and was submerged by the black torrent, people seemed to see a holy ivory tower being knocked down, and the white garden was filled with black tentacles...

"Don't be in a daze, get ready!"

I don't know who shouted first, and moved the players' eyes away from the collapsed mobile magazine. Then they remembered that although the thing was a huge thing, it was only nearly twenty meters in size.

It’s not a building 40 to 50 meters high.

Being able to clearly see this scene from the top of the base means that these squirrels are quite close to the base!

"Everyone faces the west side and raises Naqf!"

These semi-circular metal bunkers seem to have been specially designed for machine guns, with shooting holes reserved. The Naqf is actually quite suitable when mounted on them. Players who struggled to press the gun were very happy - nearly half of them had done it before.

Ineffective output is all because you have to be distracted from controlling the recoil and controlling the trajectory on uneven ground. You are exhausted when shooting, and you are almost dead from exhaustion.

The visibility was not impressive under the gray-black sky, but the players could still clearly see that the garbage slope closest to the base had been swallowed up by the black torrent.

The toppled machine was abandoned there like a devoured bone. The gray rats crossed it, rushed out of the garbage dump, and came to the last stretch of flat land in front of the base.

Zhou Hua Jianrui commented on the ancient battlefield: "It feels like the cavalry is charging towards the city wall."

Doug Armani rolled his eyes at him: "Your cavalry can climb the city wall and bite your thigh meat?"

"Hehe..." Zhou Huajian touched his head and giggled, "It's a pity. If we had dug the trenches first and let the rats squeeze themselves..."

"Why don't you tell everyone to poop ten buckets of shit in advance, and when the mice climb the wall, they will throw it down together?" Doug Armani kicked him in the butt angrily, "Don't be in a daze, hurry up and debug it."

Machine guns, put your drums on the ground, we must try to maintain a seamless connection."

It is a good allocation method to use a team of two to control a Nagaf lightweight machine gun. Using the Nagaf will quickly deplete the character's physical strength, and the time it takes to change players is enough to buffer the sore muscles.

In fact, most of the players are not too nervous. After all, they know exactly that they are in the game. These joking words can actually help the players recover from the low morale just now.

Kenneth, who presides over the defensive front, is the most sensitive to distance among the players. He estimates the distance between the squirrels and the base, and calculates the optimal distance for the lethality of Nagev's bullets, until the sound of the squirrels' claws scraping the ground is clear.

It can be seen that when this stable building seemed to be shaking due to its rapid movement, he finally raised his hand and gave orders loudly:

"Everyone is ready——"

"Fire at will!"

The noise of the machine gun instantly filled the space. The rhapsody of the rattling sound overwhelmed the grinding sound of the squirrels chewing the steel bars. When the bullets hit those two-meter-long giants, they penetrated the flesh piece by piece.

Puff-puff-puff, and then the bloody gray rat fell to the ground with its head shot through, and was mercilessly stepped on by its companions behind it.

The bullets of the machine gun are like the seasoning of black technology. As soon as they are sprinkled into the already smelly chinchilla pot, the smell of blood comes up immediately. The players' originally calm mood was instantly affected by the fishy smell.

The mixed stench dropped a lot, and when I took another look at the bloody scene below, I almost vomited on the spot.

"Substitute, substitute!"

Chilias held down the machine gun and shouted, and Feng Su next to him covered his mouth about to spit out and retracted, pushing Chilias away from the gun position as if to escape.

Curious Chilias glanced outside and saw hundreds of red eyes that were countless to count. Coupled with the smell that rushed into his nose, he almost fainted on the spot and fell into a pile of rats.

Fortunately, Kenneth on patrol caught him in time, threw him to the back, and warned: "Pay attention to the realism of this game, the taste is pure, not fake at all!"

Chilias nodded repeatedly, not daring to look outside anymore, and hurriedly observed his surroundings.

The fire suppression had a considerable effect. The damage done by Naqf to the unprotected flesh and blood body was real. And those gray rats did not completely target the base. They smelled the scent of the flesh and blood of their companions not long after the attack.

And turned around to eat the body of the dead squirrel.

This greatly reduced their forward speed, and even piled them up into a pile, completely becoming a target for players.

"Don't attack the stopped squirrels, hit the ones in the middle and split them up!"

Soon Kenneth noticed this and gave the instructions that the players quickly understood——

What is their mission goal? It is to drag through the rat tide and kill more gray rats. Stopping the rat tide in sections will undoubtedly provide them with more space and time.

If the task conditions given by the NPC are broad, the gray rats that were bitten to death by the gray rats...should also be counted among the gray rats they killed?

"If this is the case, then we can injure and cripple them and make them kill each other." Yu Tian suggested, and Kenneth nodded in approval, "Although everyone has stocked up on a lot of drums, if they continue to be consumed like this

It’s too much to bear, and my physical strength is limited..."

As he was talking, he caught a glimpse of Captain Hamster, who was walking back with a recycled air conditioner with his hands behind his back like a street kid.

This veteran player who did not participate in frontal combat in the first stage also did not participate in frontal defensive operations in the second stage in the name of "limited number of machine guns".

Kenneth had been focusing on the frontal battlefield, and now he had time to come back and pay attention to Captain Hamster, and immediately "reprimanded" him: "Where have you been fishing again? Huh?"

"I didn't touch the fish, not at all." Captain Hamster waved his hands repeatedly, "I looked to the east, and I didn't see any of the useless people from the Squirrel organization..."

"Do you still have time to find their location?"

"Yeah." Captain Hamster nodded, "I think their firepower is heavier than ours, and they don't have the cover of the base..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "If the squirrels meet them head-on, they will definitely have to fight harder than us..."

"You want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?" Kenneth already understood what he meant, "relying on the waste stars to consume the gray rats..."

"Yes, don't forget about the NPC. No matter what method is used, as long as the squirrel dies, it will be considered ours." Captain Hamster squeezed his fist hard, "The death reward of the squirrel will also be the equipment reward of the waste star...

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Chapter completed!