On his exoskeleton's back, he carried two Chun Er fuel tanks. With both hands gripping the ignition nozzle, whoosh—a dragon of fire over a dozen ters long spewed from the pipe, engulfing two or three enemies charging ahead, turning them into human torches.
The scorching flas instantly ignited their entire bodies; their bionic skin and real leather sizzled and crackled together, and their agonizing screams sent chills down one's spine.
However, before Sword Saint could celebrate, more mbers of the Chaotic Blade Association rushed up from the foot of the mountain into the players' position, charging towards them.
More and more enemies fired at the players, who were far fewer in number. Bullets ca from all directions. Even though many players wore exoskeletons, it was inevitable they'd take hits, and the enemy, already in a fierce state, wouldn't give them ti for a mid-battle reload.
When the bullets ran out, they used shovels to face off against the enemies' mantis knives in close combat.
When the shovels broke, they used their fists, punching these guys in the head until they'd bled out the last drop.
Clang——
It was an unknown bullet that ca flying and pierced the Chun Er tank on Sword Saint's back, causing a powerful pressure to push the Chun Er out of the crack.
Sss——
Hearing this sound startled Sword Saint.
"Oh shit..."
Apart from Sea Superman Studio's standardized products, the stuff players made themselves, especially those items born from their wild imagination, were always full of uncertainty; even the quality was unstable, and explosions were commonplace.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He fumbled clumsily to detach the tank, but after he released the buckle on his chest, the container's structure had sohow deford, jamd in place, and couldn't be removed.
Sword Saint certainly didn't want to beco the most spectacular firework on the battlefield.
"Quick, soone help!"
Upon hearing him, a rushing officer saw the scenario and quipped,
"I told you not to use the stuff from Jianxue and the others, but you didn't listen. Those bastards love using you as guinea pigs to experint with their new toys."
Sword Saint had grievances he couldn't express; what could he do? Jianxue's stuff was just so cheap.
This flathrower only cost two thousand five hundred, and it even ca with a tank of fuel.
Regardless of the quality, it's undeniably cheap.
The officer, quick to act, removed the fuel tank from Sword Saint's back and tossed it into the crowd of Chaotic Blade Association mbers. Not long after, it exploded with a bang, conveniently blowing up several unlucky ones.
Taking advantage of the firelight, the two of them saw more enemies down the mountain, who seized the opportunity of this lull to launch an all-out assault.
On the 101 stronghold, most of the players had already fallen, leaving only twenty-three, while the enemies numbered more than twenty tis that.
[Officer: There are too many of them; we can't hold on!]
[Wildman: Withdraw with the wounded, retreat into the reverse slope cave first.]
A single life, no big deal.
[Sword Saint: What if they block or blow up the cave entrance?]
Still sowhat unwilling to give in, he thought about dying heroically and sharing the fate of the stronghold.
[Wildman: The Niu Ma group is still digging the tunnel. It's estimated that they'll penetrate the mountain in the fastest 5 hours, and there are reserved entrances that can't all be blown up. I'll also have the artillery stop them from occupying the reverse slope positions. Once they stop, you'll reclaim the stronghold once the mountain is penetrated.]
[Sword Saint: Artillery? Aren't they looking for the Chaotic Blade Association's artillery positions?]
[Wildman: Brother Ni found them, but the place is too far away. I'll co up with another way; withdraw for now. After retreating, let's talk further. Also, Red Barrel, have the Niu Ma group move all the supplies into the cave and don't leave anything outside.]
[Red Barrel: Got it.]
With prosthetics, exoskeletons, and hydraulic devices, the Niu Ma group was working incredibly fast at digging tunnels.
In just an afternoon, they had dug dozens of ters of tunnels that could be used for storing supplies and provided spaces for defense and rest.
Sword Saint gritted his teeth,
"Retreat! We'll co back for revenge tomorrow!"
No matter how much the players loved the fight, once given the order, they showed extraordinary execution and began to retreat in groups towards the back of the mountain.
But there were also players already surrounded by nurous Chaotic Blade Association mbers, hopelessly unable to break through, and could only be attacked continuously by the Chaotic Blade Association pushing into the trench bunker.
Seeing the players begin to retreat, the pent-up Chaotic Blade Association mbers were instantly invigorated. Indifferent to the saying 'don't chase a cornered foe,' they, high on action, picked up their guns and pursued, fighting and moving the battleground, with gunfire starting at the mountain front and echoing all the way to the back.
When the players ducked into the pre-dug mountain caves, the pursuing Chaotic Blade Association mbers were dumbfounded.
Where did they go?
Roy smacked one of the younger ones nearby who was still opening fire recklessly.
"Still shooting here? Where are they?"
The young guy rubbed his head, only now noticing the pitch-black emptiness in front, bereft of a single trace, save for the trench.
"I don't know."
Soon, however, soone discovered the newly appeared tunnel on the mountainside, over two ters wide and several ters long, its walls lined with signs of artificial excavation.
"It seems they've gone in!"
Upon seeing this, Roy, who had co over, couldn't help but laugh in frustration.
"They're really a bunch of rats, aren't they?"
They'd already dug so many trenches, and now they even had a hole behind the mountain—it was ridiculous enough that he didn't even know what to say anymore.
More and more mbers of the Chaotic Blade Association rushed to the reverse slope side of the mountain, gathered at the cave entrance unsure whether to charge inside.
Just as Roy was contemplating how to report to Light,
he heard a sowhat familiar whistling sound coming from the sky.
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