Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 87 The Best Laid Plan
As we approached this huge, hidden mountain fortress, we were greeted by a barrage of brilliant lights that rained down on us. I had never seen artificial lights flash so dangerously and yet so beautifully, almost lighting up the entire deep night sky.
The sound of explosions rang in my ears frequently, and all around me were scorched earth and debris left by the light bombs. Some trees were burning, and the flames climbed up their branches to the lush treetops, like torches illuminating the road to death, attracting those poor souls who fell into the trap and fell into destruction.
Judging from the current situation, we are just those poor guys.
I have never seen such dense defenses in any fortress. The metal gate built in a valley was surrounded by shooting positions made of gray-white special building materials that I didn't recognize. Although no one was manipulating them, they fired ammunition even crazier than the craziest lunatic. In addition, many humanoid metal puppets also carried weapons to surround us. The guns in their hands also kept firing bloody red light. Every time they were concentrated, they would lose at least 300 points of vitality.
"What are those idiots doing here?" Fei Yin held up the destructive "Hydra" in her right hand, half squatted and leaned against a rock, watching countless scarlet beams whizzing past her head. She pointed her left finger at the front and cursed angrily, "Even if they are the 'elite'? I can bring a nail clipper that is more effective than them!"
Looking in the direction of her finger, we saw that the group of commandos that Colonel Duffy had assigned to us were all hiding behind us with their butts sticking out, firing randomly forward with almost no accuracy with their eyes closed. Occasionally, when they showed their heads, they were frightened back by the overwhelming light bullets fired from the opposite side. They could not be relied upon at all.
In fact, she was not the only one among us who discovered how useless these so-called "elites" were. At least I noticed more than once that a minotaur carrying a big gun hid behind a tree with a big gun. The tree was not very thick, and it could only barely provide cover for his sideways head and torso, but it could not hide his plump, straight and beautiful buttocks. From my angle, I could even see his coquettish little tail swaying back and forth. Every time he showed his head, he would fire three rounds of ammunition accurately - the reason why I say he was "accurate" was because in this crowded jungle with rugged trees, slanted branches and many metal puppets jumping around, he could miraculously miss everything every time he fired - and then retracted his head extremely quickly. And I guess there was an idiot like him on the opposite every time at this time, he would fire a burst of bullets, hitting the trunk of the tree accurately, neither to the left nor to the right. I don't know why the dangerous ammunition in the hands of the enemy, which can cause earth to collapse, trees to break, and people to be hit and blood and flesh to fly, has no power at all on this magical tree. Even if I could chew it with my teeth for such a long time, I could still bite off a piece of bark, but the tree is still intact.
If all the enemy's weapons were as powerless as this toy, maybe I could save the world if I were given a broken broom.
The minotaur soldiers behind the trees were still leisurely repeating the boring process of sticking their heads out, firing three shots, and then retracting their heads. They showed no sign of the urgency and urgency of the impending destruction of their civilized world.
Damn it, let me kill him, let me kill him, let me kill him… I thought angrily.
After all, the evil plan of shooting friendly troops can only be thought of but not actually put into practice. I can only hold up my shield and take a few flares while running forward and shooting, until I find the next hiding place that can provide concealment.
In the pitch-black battlefield, this long-range attack with shooting weapons can easily cause you to lose contact with your companions. At first, I could still see President Feiyin charging behind me, but when a group of enemies attacked from our right, she immediately rushed forward recklessly - I mean bravely - alone. After running a few steps, her slender figure was completely hidden in the dark jungle. Soon, I could only determine her position based on the flying light bullets.
I didn't intend to spend too much energy on the scattered soldiers around, but mustered all my courage to advance towards the fortress gate. Along the way, there were many hidden fortifications built by the enemy, and many fully armed metal puppets encountered me. Fortunately, although my weapons were not very useful against those large combat machines, they were more than enough to deal with those small metal puppets. In the close-range shooting on the move, the simple operation and high rate of fire of this assault rifle allowed me to react quickly in the shortest time, and finally successfully penetrated the not-so-strong armor on the tin cans that tried to stop me; and its lightweight and stable design allowed me to always maintain a fairly high design accuracy.
Just as I was about to reach the fortress gate, a dense fire net suddenly opened up from the front and enveloped me. Caught off guard, I was hit by five or six bullets in succession. The bright red words "-340" and "-420" flashed above my head, and the burning pain spread across the wound. For a moment, I almost thought I was roasted.
Fortunately, at this critical moment, I saw a low wall in front of me on the right where I could hide. I immediately crawled over it. As soon as I sat down, I quickly took out a bottle of life potion and drank it in one breath. Then I found that the dwarf priest who shared the same fate as me was sitting next to me, shooting the sun with a longbow.
I looked at him, then at the empty bottle in my hand, and suddenly I became furious:
"Damn it, you're here without casting a spell for me, and I wasted a bottle of potion for nothing!" I pulled his collar and cursed.
"Nonsense, I was just about to cast a spell when you broke the bottle and poured the liquid into your mouth. How could anyone make it in time? You just saved me some mana!" Changgong Sheri was also full of resentment.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Just two damn shells. After they're fired, I'll be a moving target. What else can I do?" He looked at the weapon in his hand with anger and hatred, which had both obvious advantages and disadvantages.
I imitated the posture of the commandos and leaned sideways to look out. Several dense lines of fire suddenly came towards me, and I was so scared that I quickly shrank back behind the wall.
"The fire outside is too strong. Any plan?" I asked desperately.
"Yes, two plans!" Changgong Sheri answered unhappily.
"What plan?" I regretted asking the question as soon as I opened my mouth.
"Be the first one, rush over and kill them all!" I knew it would be like this.
"And the second one?"
"Just rush over and get killed by them all!" Well, compared to this, the first idea suddenly doesn't sound so stupid.
It seemed that I had no choice, whether to kill them or be killed by them. Just when I mustered up my courage and was about to jump out with my shield on my head, I suddenly remembered something:
"I still have this!" I shouted at Longbow Shooting Sun, and then took out an electromagnetic bomb from my backpack.
Changgong Sheri's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he immediately became excited: "Good idea, let's do it!"
With the approval of my companions, I became more confident. I aimed at a bunker where two puppets were hidden and threw the bomb far away.
The dwarf priest looked very strange. He did not pay attention to the results of the bomb. Instead, he leaned against the low wall with his eyes closed, holding his strange-shaped staff tightly in his hand, muttering something, as if he was praying for something.
The bomb was not thrown very accurately. It did not fall into the bunker as I expected, but exploded next to the bunker with a loud bang. Although the two puppets in the bunker were not destroyed immediately, their durability had dropped to a very low level and could not withstand two or three shots of light bombs.
Just when I was about to seize this opportunity to rush out , I was deeply surprised that in front of this group of puppets armed to the teeth, Changgong Sheri, who was unarmed, actually rushed out with two short sticks and roared fiercely. His short body immediately became the enemy's long-awaited shooting target. Seven or eight scarlet beams intertwined again, covering him in the center. Above his head, the bursts of red blood words were gorgeous and endless, making him look like a battlefield chrysanthemum blooming on the battlefield.
The unexpectedly heroic act of shooting the sun with a longbow did not last long. After rushing out a few steps, he found that something was wrong. After being shot continuously, he immediately ran back .
It all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that when he fled into the short wall and sat down at the foot of the wall, patting his chest in fear, I didn't have time to rush out.
"Didn't you just throw a flash bomb?" He questioned me with resentment on his face as he frantically prayed and cast spells for himself, trying his best to recover his remaining vitality.
"No..." I was stunned, "...Who told you that I threw a flash bomb?"
"Fuck, big brother, you really screwed me over..." Changgong Sheri stamped his feet and beat his chest, "...You throw a flash bomb, and then when they can't see us, we rush up to fight them in close combat, then I can still help. What's the point of you throwing a bomb!"
"How would I know..." I explained awkwardly, "...I only took three bombs."
"It doesn't matter. I have two..." He took a breath, then said, "...After the flash bomb explodes, we will rush out. You hold the shield and I turn on invincibility. You go left and I go right. Do you understand?"
I nodded in agreement.
The dwarf priest took out a flash bomb - except for a small white mark on it, this thing looked no different from my high-explosive electromagnetic bomb. No wonder Changgong Sheri had misunderstood it just now. I think with the high-tech production level of these guys seven thousand years later, they can design these two completely different things to be more different - then he disarmed the mechanism and threw it far away, and then closed his eyes and turned his back to the wall like before.
I followed his example and turned my back to the wall, but I didn't close my eyes. A moment later, there was an explosion, and then a blindingly strong light pierced from behind the low wall. Although I turned my back to the light source and didn't look directly at the direction of the light, the light that leaked into the corner of my eye made my eyes blurry and dizzy.
"Go!" Changbow Sheri shouted, and we turned around at the same time, ready to jump out from both sides of the low wall.
"Fuck..." Suddenly, a familiar voice in front of him shouted loudly with anger, "...Who the hell threw the flash bomb?"
We were surprised to find that in the open space ahead, a figure who was supposed to be sneaking around suddenly appeared in the enemy's shooting range. He covered his eyes with his hands in pain, standing in the open space very abruptly, as conspicuous as the only bright moon in the vast night sky.
The flash bomb that looked like a longbow shooting at the sun revealed the whereabouts of the dark elf assassin Red Wolf who had been hiding and walking towards the enemy's bunker.
When the Red Wolf finally regained sight, our enemies also regained their sight. In an instant, countless scarlet light bullets spewed out, viciously pounced on the unsuspecting Red Wolf, and submerged him in an instant.
I have never seen so many bullets hit a person at the same time, and I still cannot forget the spectacular sight. The skinny dark elf was ablaze all over his body, like a generous torch, lighting himself and illuminating others.
Oh, there's another shooting point over there that I didn't notice... Hey, there's another one over there... Ah, there are two more hiding here - hush, luckily we didn't rush out just now, otherwise we might have been shot to pieces by those insidious guys hiding a little further away. Speaking of which, should we thank the Red Wolf who just took the initiative to expose himself and bravely attracted so much powerful firepower for us?
OK, maybe he didn't expose himself so "proactively" - but do you have to be so harsh on him? He is still our hero forever, isn't he?
Of course, the hero’s end was not very good. Under the enemy’s powerful firepower, he was shot into a long black sieve in a blink of an eye. I guess if someone hung his body over the garden with a rope and poured water into it, he could be fully capable of doing the work of a large watering can.
Changgong Sheri and I looked at the sinister and brutal defense line ahead at the same time, looked at each other, and then resolutely and dejectedly hid behind the low wall.
"I think maybe we should wait until my magnetic cannon is fully charged , what do you think?" Changgong Sheri shuddered with lingering fear, and then said to me.
Frankly, this is the best plan I have ever heard from this short bearded guy...
