Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—Players rushed back from exploring the mines from all directions, unleashing wave after wave of firepower at the orcs who stormed into the camp.

[A dangerous location has been marked by the commander. Squads 13, 16, and 23 in the vicinity are requested to proceed to clear it as soon as possible.]

The minimap accurately provides the orcs' locations, and in campaign mode, Fang Yun can use the God's-eye view to mark locations that need attention at any time.

"Although we lost a clone, it was a pleasant surprise."

"Finally, we have new Xenomorphs that can be integrated into the bio-power grid."

Fang Yun's expression remained indifferent after being slapped while he was trapped in the commander's chair; in fact, he had been slapped until he turned blue, but now he was also quite excited.

This can be considered a breakthrough. Without large-scale alien recycling, the mining income in the camp is too low and cannot relieve Fang Yun of any pressure.

As for whether it will backfire.

Fang Yun could only say that he was not dead, the ecological command ship was still there, and there was an even more sinister system.

After the brief chaos caused by the orc raid on their base, the players were filled with excitement and agitation, showing no signs of realizing their base had been destroyed.

Only the desire to fight.

This fighting spirit puzzled the miners. They were terrified, so why were they excited?

But they have no idea how frustrated the players have been during this time.

"Awesome!"

The frustrating mining and exploration these past few days has left players somewhat fatigued.

The sudden appearance of combat missions has players extremely excited.

A group of orcs attempting to storm the ecological command ship were swiftly routed by the players' concentrated firepower and superior marksmanship.

Bruce used his chainsaw to cut down an orc who was right in front of him with his right hand, while his left hand used his pistol to hit an orc a little further away in the head with three shots, one of which hit the eye and blew him off.

He could be described as ambidextrous, quite impressive indeed.

Bruce's location was only safe after the orcs were defeated.

Bruce glanced down at the chainsaw.

It's really awesome, but the range is too short, only 60cm. Close-quarters combat is incredibly exhilarating, so exhilarating that it makes him fly.

But against orcs at a distance, it's more satisfying to just shoot them directly.

Bruce smacked his lips, seemingly wanting more, but still grinned.

This laugh surprised the viewers in Bruce's live stream.

"Bruce, you've caused trouble and you're still laughing?"

Bruce said nonchalantly, "Brothers, tell me if you enjoyed watching it? I'm mining all day long, I'm practically a miner myself."

Yeah, they watch mining all day long. At first it was kind of interesting, but now they're practically becoming miners themselves.

"Team, Captain..."

The voice behind Bruce came from Yedi.

"What's wrong?"

With a loud "Wah!", she burst into tears and hugged Bruce tightly.

The captain's miraculous return caused Ye Ji to instantly break down emotionally.

"Captain, I thought I'd never see you again!"

"team leader!"

The sight of her crying while hugging the captain brought smiles to the faces of the players who had just arrived to provide support.

Bruce was somewhat surprised.

She even hugged him and cried.

Does it mean "excited"?

His courage in charging forward was already surprising enough.

He rescued the miners, but he didn't want his own miners to die.

Although they knew the game was very realistic, the feedback from this information exchange, which was almost indistinguishable from reality, still moved Bruce deeply.

"Alright, pay attention, don't lose points!"

The Sichuan Opera master had seen this kind of interaction before: "This game has so many Easter eggs! Are there Easter eggs for saving people?"

An Easter egg was triggered when the miner who was drooling saved him.

The Sichuan Opera master is already considering whether he should try to trigger the Easter egg as well?

He looked at his trembling miners with a somewhat ambiguous gaze, and even subconsciously licked his lips.

"What are you holding? Let me see!"

"No, Captain!" The miner noticed something was off about the Sichuan Opera master's gaze and suddenly felt a little scared.

"What are you thinking? Stop hiding that broken pistol, use a rifle!" the Sichuan opera master said with exasperation.

Tuanquan glanced at the camp and said, "Let's find a way to block the cave entrance first. There are more and more orcs. They're destroying the shelter buildings, which will lower the success rate. If the success rate drops to zero, the server will be shut down, and we'll all be overwhelmed by the fans."

"You, an old man, are afraid of this?"

Tuanquan shook his head and said, "That's different. When I block bridges and evacuation points, at most the opposing players curse at me, and the 'godfathers' enjoy it. But if I shut down the game, new grudges plus old ones... ugh..."

There were so many orcs emerging from the mine that almost all the bullets were made with the help of engineer Anna.

Although many miners temporarily formed a logistics team to help Anna make bullets by hand, and the number of workers was constantly being expanded, the daily output was only 20,000 rounds, and even fewer were standard military bullets.

Everyone opened fire to suppress the enemy, and the bullets were consumed at an alarming rate. On average, each player only had a few hundred rounds, which was not enough to withstand the endless stream of orcs.

Not everyone can take down an orc with three shots every time; only a handful of the 30 players can do it.

"Get out of the way, I'll handle this."

The group turned around and saw the player drooling, holding a chainsaw sword.

He drooled and said, "Don't waste bullets yet. Follow the markings and clear the outside. Let me try the entrance."

"Rhys, you guys need to take care of the remote threat for me!"

Miner Reese nodded seriously.

He will definitely protect his captain.

After saying that, he drooled and immediately activated the exoskeleton.

Bruce had only just gotten his hands on the chainsaw and was drooling over it, but after so many days he had already become familiar with how to use it in combat.

The chainsaw in his hand hummed and roared. Because the blade was too wide, the Ripper could not cut precisely, but it gained a stronger ability to tear and rip apart its targets. The name Ripper was very fitting for it.

The exoskeleton was activated, the engine roared, and Drooling charged straight at the orc horde like a shooting star.

At the same time, he activated high-speed mode. The Ripper spun rapidly, producing a piercing shriek that caused the green-skinned orcs at the front to instinctively stop in their tracks.

Powerful, domineering, and large.

The orcs' eyes lit up, and they let out their signature roar.

They weren't afraid, but excited.

waaaaagh！ ！ ！ ！ ！

Before the orc could even fully display his powerful chest muscles, the chainsaw slammed into his chest the next second.

There was no clean and neat cutting and partitioning, only brutal and ruthless tearing.

Flesh and bone were instantly ripped apart, green blood splattered everywhere, and the robust orc's body was torn in two in an extremely twisted way.

He kept moving, his movements, enhanced by the exoskeleton, were so fast that they were just afterimages. The exoskeleton was so fast that even with his talent, he could only barely control it.

Dodging the orc's massive axe and avoiding its gun barrel, the Ripper swung its sword horizontally, tearing the arm of a strong green-skinned man, bone and all, apart. The orc screamed in agony.

The Sichuan Opera master, the troupe, and Runzha were all stunned and subconsciously stopped firing to observe.

What we are witnessing is not a battle, but a one-sided crushing defeat.

Each swing of the drooling saw was accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart and the roar of the chainsaw. Wherever the wide-bladed saw blade passed, there were no intact wounds, only hideous and terrifying lacerations and severed limbs.

One by one, the green-skinned orcs fell, none able to withstand the drooling spit in direct combat. He weaved and dodged through the orcs, avoiding their attacks as much as possible.

The Ripper continued its frantic hum, its blood-stained saw blade spinning relentlessly.

The standard equipment from the Human Alliance, balanced by the system and manipulated by the players' talents, unleashed unimaginable combat power.