In the center of the Novice Village, the players who had just been resurrected were dejected. The battle just now had exhausted them both physically and mentally. There was a great terror between life and death. Even in the game, they experienced the last second of struggle after they were shot and died.
No one left the village. The few of them sat on the ground dejectedly. They were really afraid. So what if they could be resurrected? They were just ordinary city workers before.
He had actually experienced death while playing the game today. That feeling was really too terrifying.
At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted,""F * ck, I actually took this head? Big Boss Wind wants to transfer me money?”
The voice wasn't particularly loud, but everyone heard it. It should be the group of people hired by Wind Chasing in the Rain.
"500…500,000?？”
He exclaimed again, and everyone was stunned.
At this time, there were very few rich people who entered the game. Even a small tycoon would still take 500,000 yuan to heart. That was a huge sum of money.
Not to mention ordinary people.
No one compared the housing prices in Shanghai and the capital. That was not a reference. In a smaller city, 500,000 yuan was more than enough to buy an apartment, right?
For many people, this was a life-saving sum of money.
Moreover, this person was a university student who had just entered school. He was skipping class to play games.
"Wind Chaser said that the Japanese in this mission are worth 500,000 yuan per life. From now on, those who want to earn money gather! Gather at the mission arrow!" With a roar, he got up excitedly and rushed to the blacksmith shop.
20 bullets. Buy!
The 500,000 yuan he had just received was 200 yuan for a bullet. There was a return on investment.
One by one, the players looked at him in a daze as he ran from the novice village into the distance.
At this moment, someone suddenly reacted.
"What did he say? 500,000 yuan per life?" Everyone was trembling. The lives of the Japanese were worth a lot, but 500,000 was the price of killing a monster in the game.
This was crazy.
In an instant, they went straight to buy bullets like the young man just now.
There were even more ruthless people who went straight to buy daggers. Those daggers were cheap and could be reused.
500 yuan for one. If you can't buy it, you won't suffer a loss.
One by one, the players became excited and rushed to the battlefield with their weapons.
Resurrection costs 500 yuan? The big boss was going to reimburse him, so there was no need to worry about this. Why didn't he go and be a desperate man?
On the other hand, a bullet cost 200 yuan. It didn't matter now. He just needed to hold the dagger.
There were even some ruthless people who didn't even bring their daggers. They picked up a tree branch from the village and sharpened it, dipped it in water, and left.
In the cold wind, the water formed an ice shell at the tip of the tree branch, which was unusually sharp.
This was the simplest sharp knife.
Charge!
The crowd was bustling as they gathered together and headed straight for Wind Chaser in the rain.
He was the king of money. 500,000 yuan for a ghost head. How many ghosts were there on this mountain?
Qingjiu was popular, and money was tempting. Money was there, and their blood was boiling. No one cared if they could win or if they could get their hands on it.
It didn't cost much. Who would refuse a bet of 500,000 yuan? Even if they were killed by the Japanese, it would only hurt a little.
In this life, was there anything more painful than being poor?
Their eyes were sharp, but not murderous. They were not butchers, but good money-makers.
The arrowheads gradually converged, and there were already thirty to forty Japanese.
According to their judgment, the number of ten people could not guarantee safety, so they increased the frequency of patrols and expanded the range of patrols.
The Fusang people had a few backup plans in the base.
A team of 10 people could search the entire mountain in detail. They had to find and catch those damn fleas.
Annihilate them.
This small group was as annoying as fleas and had already reached their doorstep.
On the southern mountain, a small team was resting. After a day of heavy snow, it was very difficult to walk on the mountain. They did not know when they would fall into the snow hole, so their speed was very slow.
A few Fusang soldiers stood back to back and drank hard liquor.
They needed to get rid of the cold and quench their thirst at the same time.
The Japanese went to the toilet behind the tree.
After all, this was something that people could not avoid.
Just as they were relieving the pressure from releasing the bladder in one go.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A flurry of gunfire came.
Before the two Japanese devils could react, they were killed.
If he couldn't fight them head-on, he would ambush them and let the Japanese find him.
"Kill!" Hundreds of players jumped out of the snow and pounced on the Japanese without fear of death.
At this time, the Japanese's ferocity could be seen. The crowd directly raised their rifles and began to shoot. The snow pile not only increased the possibility of hiding, but also hindered their progress.
The Japanese didn't hesitate at all. They raised their guns and fired.
A few hundred Chinese civilians charging in such a concentrated manner was like sending their heads to the ground.
As long as they killed a few waves of them, their blood would cool down and they would be scared away.
That was to chase after them. None of them could escape.
However, they did not expect this at all.
"F * ck, I killed the Japanese. I got 500,000 yuan!”
The players went crazy. 500,000 yuan was enough to buy another house.
"I don't care anymore. Let's kill him first.”One by one, the players charged forward without fear of death.
Gunshots rang out, killing dozens of players.
At this moment, the first player arrived.
Thrust!
In the daily training of the Japanese devils, this position was used for stabbing.
However…
Just as he stabbed out with his bayonet and was about to pull it out, he saw the Chinese man opposite him fearlessly pounce on him. The frosted branch in his hand ruthlessly pierced through the main artery on his neck, and the force of the pounce also pushed him down.
He was stunned for a second. What he saw was not the courage to risk his life, nor the determination to sacrifice himself, but joy.
Would his death make the other party happy?
He did not know.
Gradually, he lost consciousness. In his last sight, fearless Chinese people pounced on his comrades. Many of the people who had taken three waves of bullets were already riddled with bullet holes, and they were not even going to live.
Even so, they still pounced on their comrades and fought with their lives on the line.
Why was that so?
He did not understand, but there was endless fear in his heart. For the first time, he felt that his Great Fusang Empire might not be able to win.
Then, his consciousness blurred and he fell into an eternal slumber.
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