This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 80.1: Who Is Attacking At Night?

Chapter 80: Who Is Attacking At Night?

Less than two hundred meters away from the wall.

The man with scars on his chest squatted in the grass, checking the slaves squatting in a circle with his eyes. He lowered his voice and gave the final instruction before the charge.

"Did you see the flames ahead?"

"There lived a group of guys in blue coats. They are very weak and they can't even kill the rats and cockroaches in the sewers. All you have to do is rush in and blow up their gate with explosives. After that, you can smash their heads with the weapons in your hands, and then occupy everything they have and do everything you want to do to them."

"Now, pass the syringes down. Everyone injects one-third of it. Don't inject too much... Very good, you all are the strongest!"

"Go now! Run and charge forward! Throw the molotov cocktails on their wall and let them fall into the abyss of fear!"

"This is the leader's test of your courage."

In several pairs of muddy pupils, the thirst for blood was ignited.

They were skinny, but agile, holding broken weapons in their hands, running like ghosts in the forest.

The scarred man looked at their backs, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunfire completely ignited the wild nature in the hearts of the slaves. One by one, like bloodthirsty beasts, yelled and launched the final charge.

'Eighty meters!'

'Fifty meters!'

The scarred man who was supervising the battle in the distance was ecstatic, seeing that this group of slave soldiers had almost rushed to the wall, and the other party hadn't reacted at all yet.

'Most likely, the people in the blue coats were still sleeping in bed', he thought.

However, just as he was thinking about this, behind a small pitted soil slope less than ten meters away from the wall, several heads suddenly emerged.

Many bows, crossbows, and barrels were lifted up simultaneously.

Before the scarred man could react, he heard a sonorous shout from the other side——

"Fire!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!….

A round of fire flickered, bullets, arrows, and javelins all shot out, swishing into the woods shrouded in darkness.

The cannon fodders who had just rushed out of the woods had no time to react, let alone dodge. One-third of them were taken out in an instant.

The momentum of the charge suddenly stopped.

Before they could come back to their senses, there was another wave of even more intensive gunfire.

Even beasts would be afraid when their surrounding companions would fall one by one, how much more would people be.

Those cannon fodders who had been injected with stimulants could temporarily forget their fear of death, but the scarred man standing behind could not.

A drop of sweat slipped from his forehead.

He couldn't understand how the other party predicted their sneak attack. What made him even more confused was where these trenches came from.

Obviously, during the investigation yesterday, there was only one wall here.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Cha, who walked around to ambush on the flanks, was overjoyed when he heard the gunshots from the north gate. He immediately gestured to the brothers next to him, and quietly lurked to the west gate with the gun in his hand.

To the west was Linghu Lake.

Normally, it should be the weakest side of defense.

Now that the firepower of the opponent has been attracted to the north gate, he only needed to take his men to approach the corner of the wall quietly, ignite the explosive bag, and blow up the west gate.

At that time, the people in the wall would fall into chaos, and their morale would undoubtedly collapse!

"Boss, I always feel that something is not right." Following Cha, the hunched man whispered.

"What's wrong?"

Although he asked, Cha didn't agree with him in his heart.

The hunched man glanced left and right, then continued in a low voice.

"The first round of gunshots was too intensive, and it didn't sound like it was a panic firing. It felt like they were prepared."

Hearing these words, Cha frowned.

"You mean our whereabouts have been exposed?"

Before the hunched man could speak, he was interrupted by another man next to him.

"Don’t fucking jinx it!"

"I didn’t, but—"

"Okay, stop arguing," Cha interrupted the dispute between the two, and lowering his voice, he said in a commanding tone, "Anyway, we have already arrived here, there is no reason to retreat!"

"Besides, our cannon fodders have attracted some firepower, and there are at least a dozen gunshots in the north. Even if there is an ambush, it is not to be afraid of—"

As soon as his voice fell, Cha, who was sneaking to the edge of the jungle, suddenly saw a trench ten meters in front of the wall.

The shape of the trench was like a centipede, meandering in a zigzag shape, lying between them and the wall.

'When was this trench dug?'

'Obviously, not last night…'

A faint, ominous premonition sprang in his heart, and the instinctive reaction made Cha immediately raise his right fist, signalling his men to stop.

"Stop… No, retreat!"

"Everyone retreat!"

Hearing the boss's voice, the marauders who were gearing up to rush all looked confused.

The cannon fodders had already rushed out, and they had gotten almost near the wall.

But now their boss had asked them to retreat?

Although they all felt reluctant, the boss's orders were absolute to them.

However, before they took two steps back, a few arrows with flames flew out of the wall, passed over their heads, and landed in the vicinity of a group of people sporadically.

Before the marauders could figure out how they exposed their positions, a loud whistle sounded in the trenches ahead.

"Charge!"

"Don't let them run away!"

"Awoo, Awoo, Awoo!"

Cha looked back, his eyes widened, and his face was full of horror.