In this offensive, besides the modified dogs, the Chaotic Blade Association also brought out the smart bombs previously used at Stone Ridge Mountain. When fired with mortars, they can accurately strike enemy units in the trenches, greatly reducing the defensive strength of what was once an excellent shelter.
This tactic by the Chaotic Blade Association of throwing money at individual soldiers leaves players without a good strategy. They can't just hide in the cat ear tunnels forever.
With more and more Chaotic Blade Association mbers climbing the hillside, the players are forced to retreat back into the caves to defend themselves, relying on the narrow tunnels to fight against the invading Chaotic Blade Association. However, this ti they don't need to circle back to the rear hill because the mountain has already been directly penetrated by the players.
In this narrow terrain of less than two ters, where three people can move abreast, the players' exceptional individual combat capability is fully displayed. Those rash mbers of the Chaotic Blade Association who charged into the tunnel attempting a shootout at first sight were defeated by players turning back at them, causing them to abandon their armor and flee, with many even dropping their guns to escape this hellhole.
The officers of the Chaotic Blade Association, disgraced, gathered at the tunnel entrance, impotently raging.
"Find all the burrows these rats have dug and burn them down!"
Long before they climbed the mountain, they had made preparations. Large bags of waste and garbage were rapidly piled up in the caves at the front and rear hills, already starting to conspire how to tornt the rcenaries driven from the caves by poisonous smoke.
As they watched the raging fire and the thick black smoke being blown into the tunnel entrance by blowers, a mber of the Chaotic Blade Association called out to his companion.
"I'm off to take a piss, I've been holding it all morning, nearly scared myself a piss by those damn bastards' bullets just now."
"Why didn't the bullets also blow up your balls? Be careful, I hear Huang Ban's dogs are quite interested in little bells."
"Go to hell."
That mber of the Chaotic Blade Association cursed under his breath, heading towards the nearby mountain hollow. Even they wouldn't want to take off their pants and piss in public.
However, when he took off his pants, ready to fertilize this barren soil with so nitrogen, a pile of earth a few ters in front of him suddenly stirred, almost scaring his urine back into his bladder.
What is that?
Is it haunted?
Without even pulling up his pants, he reached for the gun. Suddenly, the pile of earth rose, with several heads erging from it, staring wide-eyed at the mber of the Chaotic Blade Association.
Whoosh—
A bolt suddenly pierced through the mouth of the Chaotic Blade Association mber intending to cry for help, causing him to fall straight backward, the fountain below him even spouting over half a ter high.
The players' burrows weren't dug haphazardly. Although they lack quick-setting cent to support beams, prefabricated slabs can serve to a certain degree. Besides, the series of fortifications built with explosives and machinery were learned from the predecessors.
As for who the predecessors are, let's just say there are too many predecessors who enjoyed tunnel-digging to fight celestial soldiers, too many to count.
A tiny bit of smoke was already blocked by exhaust fans, vent holes, and mud-sealed doors outside the main passage. Furthermore, the tunnels dug by players are more than just the two entrances at the front and rear hills that were found, there are several more on the mountain top.
Even if they are trapped in the tunnel, their cattle horse group continues digging incessantly.
The leading cop whispered:
"Quick, quick, quick, form a defensive position, each find cover and set up machine guns."
Not just him, Sword Saint also led a group erging from the ravine right opposite the cop's squad, forming a cheese sandwich around the rear hill tunnel entrance.
The Chaotic Blade Association, engrossed with their bonfire, was totally unprepared for the several machine guns now aid at their backs.
The players didn't even need any gestures or signals, just a shout in the channel to get in place, and both sides opened fire simultaneously.
Rat-a-tat-tat—
Several orange light chains imdiately turned over a dozen Chaotic Blade Association mbers into sieves, causing heavy casualties within a breath's ti.
anwhile, the voice of Wildman rang out in the channel:
"You won't get any support from us after this, everything from now on is up to you. Hold on as long as you can, until the ammo runs out, until the last man dies in the trench."
"Enough, I only wish there were fewer people!"
After resupplying ammunition, Sword Saint continued his role as the firepower handler, constantly pulling the trigger against the charging Chaotic Blade Association, harvesting life after life.
"Brothers, we've hit the jackpot this ti! Haha, when we get back, I'll buy an MT-3 to show you guys!"
Acting as the forefront position, facing the largest number of enemies is also where you can earn the most war points.
Just this day and night, their Chaldean Heroic Spirit Hall and cattle horse group harvested untold points. Looking at those solid rewards, how could they have the slightest objection to Wildman's arrangent?
Sword Saint looked down from his high position; the entire 101 heights and the nearby 102 heights have been surrounded by a massive enemy force. They are like ants who sll sweetness, desperately wanting to climb the peak.
And the positions guarded by the players are the sugar they crave to eat.
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Replacing the vanguard Light, Walter and his armored battalion have already crossed 101, advancing swiftly and orderly in the river valley region.
On his left and right are each a hundred-person infantry company as cover, moving forward with him.
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