The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 168 The Real Demon in the Smoke

"Holy crap! No sportsmanship whatsoever, they actually ambushed me!"

A sudden necromantic ray nearly hit the flamethrower soldier, giving him a big fright.

If it weren't for the fact that he was fighting and running at an exceptionally high speed, preventing the enemy from locking onto his location, that necromantic ray would have been fatal.

Based on their previous battles, the Necromancer Ray is relatively harmless against cavalry, but it is almost an instant kill against infantry.

He didn't know what would happen if an elite soldier like himself were hit, because no elite soldier had ever been hit by this thing before, but he had no intention of sacrificing himself to test it out.

In the smoke, the flamethrower is just one of the more powerful units. If you really want to talk about how ferocious the damage output is, you have to look at the players equipped with the Trench Warrior set.

In such situations, when trench warfare troops are deployed, ordinary soldiers have almost no chance of survival, especially since the soldiers of the Black Hawk Empire do not have the kind of bayonet charge that can kill instantly.

Although the trench troops made a lot of noise in the smoke and could easily reveal their position, it was useless.

Upon hearing the sudden growl, a Black Hawk soldier equipped with a submachine gun didn't hesitate; he pulled the trigger and fired in the direction of the sound.

The shooting techniques for these submachine guns were taught to them by veteran soldiers in the unit. Compared to training on how to aim and fire, in actual combat, the enemy often doesn't give them time to aim at all.

So the veterans taught them a method: practicing swinging their rifles!

Like a conditioned reflex, I can subconsciously swing the submachine gun to a certain position on my waist and then start hip-firing.

Although this method isn't very accurate, it can instantly fire a magazine of bullets in a general direction, and generally, you can hit at least two shots.

Even if you happen to be unlucky and miss every shot, a normal soldier would definitely dodge immediately if suddenly a large number of bullets swept around his feet.

However, it is clear that the players are not normal soldiers, especially those equipped with the Trench Survivor set.

Several bullets clattered into his breastplate, causing the trench soldier only a few drops of blood and no real pain.

The trench infantryman's movement speed far exceeded that of normal infantry, so almost the instant he was hit by the submachine gun bullet, he rushed to the Black Hawk soldier's face and swung his spiked club at him.

The incredibly powerful and deadly baton seemed to have some kind of trajectory correction; the trench warriors simply swung it casually, and the baton struck the enemy precisely on the temple.

With a loud bang, the Black Hawk soldier's skull cracked open, and he collapsed to the ground without a sound, blood gushing from his head.

After eliminating the soldier, the trench troops did not stop but continued to charge towards the crowd.

One bat, one hit!
The trench soldier had no idea how many enemies were hidden in the smoke; all he knew was that he was going to wreak havoc in it.

Whenever he encountered a Black Hawk soldier, he would grab his bat and smash it down without a second thought. Faced with this incredibly swift and powerful bat, very few Black Hawk soldiers had a chance to put up a fight.

"Watch out! There's an expert in the smoke!"

Although the other Black Hawk soldiers couldn't see clearly what was happening inside the smoke, they could hear their comrades' screams and their dying curses.

Every time a scream rang out, their hearts trembled.

I wonder who exactly was slaughtering them in the smoke; their efficiency was just too outrageous.
Almost every second, a scream would be heard, and these screams were connected in a continuous stream, clearly indicating that someone was constantly charging forward!

"Shoot! Shoot! Take him down!" An officer drew his pistol and fired several shots into the low growl coming from the smoke, shouting to the soldiers beside him.

"Sir! But if we do this, we'll hit our own people!"

A soldier tried to defend himself, but before he could hear his superior officer's rebuttal, a spiked club emerged from the smoke and struck him hard on the head, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing this, the other soldiers immediately stopped worrying about accidentally injuring their comrades.

So be it, let it be an accident. Better to die for a fellow Daoist than for myself!
It's better to accidentally injure your teammates than to let them die here!

Several gunshots rang out in succession, followed by screams from the smoke. After hearing the curses in Black Hawk English, the soldier who fired the shots turned pale.

Oh no, just what I feared has happened!
They had only fired one shot when they unexpectedly hit one of their own!

Before they could fire again, the trench troops had already charged over, following the sound of their gunfire.

After several swings of the magic staff, the unfortunate men fell to the ground, their eyes filled with disbelief as they lay dying.

They could hardly believe that their fate on the battlefield would end at the hands of such an oddball. Looking at the trench operative's attire, they could only find it unbelievable.

Honestly, they even thought they had been ambushed by enemy powered armor soldiers, otherwise how could they have been beaten so badly by the enemy?

But judging from the current situation, this guy seems to be just an ordinary soldier, only wearing a breastplate and holding a spiked club!

Realizing the situation was dire, many Black Hawk soldiers hurriedly retreated from the smoke, but not everyone was able to escape.

Under the bombardment of the players' smoke grenades, the released smoke was so dense that they could barely see their own hands, and they quickly became disoriented.

Some Black Hawk soldiers, unsure of their direction, picked up their bayonets and charged forward with all their might, closing their eyes and running wildly.

As he ran, he lost track of how long he had been running, and suddenly he felt as if he could see the sunlight again.

"Great, I'm finally out..."

Before he could finish speaking, the rest of his cheer caught in his throat.

Because in front of him, several players holding rifles were staring at him with blank expressions, not understanding where this idiot came from.

"Um...can I surrender?"

Seeing the menacing soldiers around him, the Black Hawk soldier instinctively threw down his rifle and raised his hands.

But before he could even raise his hand halfway, a player thrust his bayonet at him, piercing his heart on the spot.

"It would be against my principles not to take a head that's been delivered to my door..."

The player who stabbed him to death with a bayonet muttered something as he pulled the bayonet out.

(End of this chapter)