I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 498 Ha! ?

The lottery ended quickly, and the fifty-person team left the camp to head to the dock to find out more.

Unhappy and unwilling to play, he led his men to settle the hundred or so refugees.

To be honest, this job wasn't difficult for people like BuShuangBuWan, since they were all intellectuals who had studied and seen similar things, plus the camp had plenty of space and food.

So, BuShuangBuWan quickly arranged accommodations for the refugees and also assigned several players to watch over them to prevent them from causing trouble.

Perhaps it was the arrival of a hundred or so refugees that made the surrounding snake people so hungry, or perhaps it was the departure of fifty players that made them see this as an opportunity.

In the afternoon, small groups of snake-men began to appear around the camp, then slithered towards it and launched probing attacks, shooting at the wooden walls with their javelins or bows and arrows.

Players on the watchtowers often spot the snake-men squad early and fire warning shots, prompting more players to gather on the wooden wall nearby and unleash a volley of fire on them.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, these snake-men would retreat regardless of whether there were any casualties. After a while, they would crawl back from other directions and continue to probe and charge.

After a while, the players realized what these snake people were up to... a fatigue tactic.

So, the mercenary players held a meeting, made a schedule, and decided to have some of them be the mobile force, moving around, while others rested and recovered their energy to prepare for night battles.

As evening fell, the fifty players who had left returned. Apart from consuming some gunpowder, they not only had no fewer people, but they even brought back about a hundred civilians.

The civilians brought back were in a worse state than the first batch, and were even more fearful and uneasy. Unhappy and unwilling to play, we could only send people to appease them, and select some strong young men from among them to do work.

If you're too scared to fight because of the snake people, at least help the players by delivering water and food, or even act as a stretcher bearer.

As night fell, gunfire and artillery fire rang out once again from the town of Casarina, and the sound of friction echoed outside the camp, clearly indicating that a large number of snake people had once again surrounded the camp.

At this point, when BuShuangBuWan and the other players thought a battle was inevitable, the snake-men, just like on the first night, simply surrounded them without attacking, making the players on the wooden wall stare wide-eyed until their eyes ached, as the snake-men didn't come up to take bullets.

As dawn broke, the player who had been waiting all night, feeling frustrated and unwilling to play, gathered some influential mercenary players for a meeting.

"Unhappy and Unplayable" looked around at the dozen or so influential minor leaders and experts who had gathered around him. Their faces showed the fatigue of staying up all night and the frustration of being toyed with by the snake people.

"Bros."

The voice that said "I'm not happy, I won't play" was deep and clear.

"As everyone has seen, the snake people are treating us like monkeys, harassing us in small groups during the day and besieging us with a large army at night, but they never actually do anything."

Their objective was clear: to completely trap and kill our two hundred men, the only mobile force on the island with any fighting capability, in this camp.

He slammed his fist on the wooden bucket that was temporarily serving as a table.

"We can't continue to be on the defensive like this. Almeida is unreliable, and the people of Macon are barely able to protect themselves. We must break this deadlock on our own!"

"How do we break through? Charge out and fight them?"

A player with the ID "Iron Wall" asked in a low voice.

"A head-on confrontation is the last resort."

If you're unhappy, don't do headbanging.

“The snake people have an overwhelming numerical advantage. A frontal breakout would result in too many losses and would play right into their hands… They would definitely love for us to leave the fortified camp.”

He paused, a calculating glint in his eyes.

"Don't they like to surround us at night? Don't they mostly scatter to rest or go elsewhere to cause trouble during the day? Then let's do the opposite!"

"You mean...we should take the initiative and strike during the day?"

One player reacted very quickly.

"That's right!"

No need to play if you're unhappy, no need to nod heavily.

"Let's do it during the day! While their forces are scattered and their vigilance may be lowered, let's concentrate our forces and catch them off guard!"

"I have a question... Where should we attack? The town of Casarina, or the docks?"

“We won’t go to those two places. We’ll go in the direction the snake people came from,” said Bu Shuang Bu Wan.

"Let's try going against the current and see what the snake people are up to... Come on, brothers, vote! Raise your hand if you agree to go, and don't raise your hand if you think we shouldn't go."

"Oh, right, there are still about two hundred NPCs here. We need to draw lots to keep fifty of them..."

……

Standing on the wooden wall, Bushuangbuwan looked at the queue in the distance, holding a short tag with a red line drawn on it. His lips twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"Depend on!"

Fate played a cruel trick on him. He, the initiator and planner, was mercilessly abandoned by fate in the lottery and became one of the fifty people who had to stay behind.

The player next to him shook his head, patted the shoulder of the guy who wasn't happy and refused to play, then grinned and left.

Although he was going to stay, seeing the unhappy expressions on the players' faces made him feel quite happy.

Although frustrated, I quickly rallied and continued working, selecting those among the refugees who had some fighting ability and courage to step forward and do the work.

Two hours later, Bushuangbuwan heard gunshots and artillery fire in front of the camp. He quickly climbed to a high place to check the situation, but because of the mountains and forests, he could not see anything. He could only roughly judge from the sound that the battle was taking place about four or five kilometers away.

Besides that, the fighting was intense.

And then, there was no further news.

Frustrated, he decided to quit after a moment's thought and logged off. He then sent private messages to several players he had added as friends... but received no reply; they were clearly still in the middle of a battle.

Then, feeling frustrated and not wanting to play, I checked the forum but found no posts reporting the battle situation.

That's a bit strange, didn't anyone die?

If you're not happy, you can't play. I'll log in soon and keep waiting.

But soon he realized something was wrong... In broad daylight, people were coming from the back of the camp.

At the time, Bu Shuang Bu Wan was urging the refugees to reinforce the defenses on the side of the camp when some refugees came to him.

"Sir, there are people coming from behind... behind the camp!"

Unhappy and unwilling to play, he paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around, crossed the camp, and climbed the wooden wall facing Casarina.

As soon as he went up, he saw several figures, their clothes torn, covered in blood, and their armor discarded, tumbling and crawling out of the woods and staggering toward the camp gate.

Their tattered military uniforms still vaguely resembled the style of the Macon League.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly and let us in!"

The leader, who looked like an officer, roared with his last breath, his face a mixture of extreme fear and despair.

The remaining players immediately raised their weapons warily, but upon realizing they were fleeing human soldiers, they quickly opened the gate.

The fleeing soldiers collapsed to the ground as soon as they entered, gasping for breath like fish out of water, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Water...give us water..."

A young soldier groaned weakly.

"I'm not happy, I won't play," he jumped down from the wooden wall, personally retrieved the water bag, squatted down, handed it to one of the people, and asked in a deep voice.

"Which part are you from? How's it going in Casarina?"

The officer gulped down several mouthfuls of water, then choked and coughed violently, his spittle tinged with blood. He raised his pale face, his eyes unfocused, and cried out in a hoarse, broken voice.

“Gone…all gone, Casarina…it’s fallen, sob…”

"what!?"

(End of this chapter)