This Game Is Too Realistic

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The cannon’s barrel was about as long as a leg, and it was probably made of cast-iron. Its wall was quite thick, and its black muzzle exuded a penetrating cold light.

Although it looked crudely made, no one dared to underestimate its power.

Swallowing hard, the guard captains finally couldn’t help yell, "Who are you? What are you doing here!"

Isn’t this obvious?...

Do you need to ask such a stupid question?

Old Walter complained in his heart. He silently loaded the shotgun in his hand before taking aim.

His pupils shrank suddenly when he saw a man clad in fur coat stepping out from behind cover with his hands raised to show that he wasn’t armed.

Old Walter squinted his eyes.

Apparently it wasn’t just him who recognized the identity of the man; there were several young guards nearby who also recognized the person.

"Zhao Rat?"

"It seems... It’s really him!"

"What the hell... Isn’t he dead? I saw his family arrange a funeral for him with my own eyes."

"I also remember it! It was last month. I heard that he ran into someone from the Bloodhand Clan when he went out hunting a deer herd in the north... The second child of the Yang Family was also captured by them."

"You mean Yang Seconddog?"

"Yes, yes, that guy!"

While the guards were discussing, Zhao Rat, who had walked 10 or 20 meters forward, stopped and shouted loudly, "Everyone, I’m Zhao Rat! I’m here to help you!"

"Help us?" The guard captain behind the cover sneered and yelled back at Zhao Rat, who was standing in the snow, "Help us? how are you going to help us?"

Seeing the guard captain, Zhao Rat became nervous.

But thinking of the dozens of soldiers behind him, and the words the administrator had said to him earlier, the flames rekindled in his eyes, and his back that had just bent a little straightened up again.

Looking at the fellow town people behind the cover, he raised his voice and said loudly. "One month ago, the second child of the Yang Family and I went to hunt deer in the north. Unfortunately, we were captured by the marauders of Bloodhand Clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought that I was going to die, our neighbor… These people behind me, rescued me from the marauders’ dungeon."

Everyone who was listening broke out with surprised gasps.

He was rescued from the marauders’ dungeon?

Does this mean that the Bloodhand Clan has been taken out by those blue coats?!

Zhao Rat continued without pause, "Not only did they give me food, clothes, fuel, but they also gave me work and shelter to keep me from starvation and cold. They not only took me in, but the other captives who were rescued by them. The reason why I’m telling you this is because… I just want you to know that they are not our enemies!"

"Bullshit!" the guard captain yelled, "You ungrateful piece of shit! Just because an outsider threw you two bones, you start to wag your tail at them! You’re willing to be their dog, and you chose to turn your evil claws against your fellow townsmen. Where is your conscience?!”

Zhao Rat roared in anger. "Conscience? Are you not ashamed to say that? You tell me, who is the ungrateful piece of shit! We scavenge, hunt, and trade our lives for chips, but what do we get? We have to pay tribute to him every year, endure his exploitation, and use the money we made to buy the leftover garbage! But that’s not all. We also have to live in fear every day because of marauders!"

"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the marauders? He never protects anyone. He only cares about himself, and when we needed him, he didn’t even step out of his castle!"

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lives in the castle is the same as the people from the Bloodhand Clan! He uses the fruits of our labor to honor those marauders, and even aids those bastards in sucking the life out of us! If you think I am kidding, here’s the letter that vampire actually wrote to the Bloodhand Clan. He even wanted those marauders to attack our neighbors!"

With that, Zhao Rat took out a letter from his arms and raised it up high. "Want me to read it to you?"

Old Walter’s eyes widened in shock.

The young guards next to them also showed shocked expressions on their faces.

The old town mayor and the Bloodhand Clan are working together?

Is it true?!

As he looked at the wavering expressions of the surrounding guards, beads of sweat formed on the forehead of the guard captain.

His first reaction was the hillbilly who didn’t know how to read definitely didn’t come up with such a nice speech.

Someone must have taught him what to say!

If he let Zhao Rat continue to talk, the battle would be lost without a fight.

As the person who worked directly under the town mayor, he also had a vested interest in protecting the town mayor. So it didn’t matter if it was real or not, the guard captain had already decided that he had to be on the side of the town mayor.

Besides, the situation was not that bad. Although there were dozens of people on the opposite side, there were hundreds of survivors on Baker Street.

Now that the armory was open, as long as Old Charlie mobilized the survivors in the town, the fight may not necessarily be lost!

After making a quick judgment, the guard captain roared while looking at Zhao Rat who had already started reading the letter, "Fire!"

However, the gunshot did not blast through the air like he expected, and no one responded to his order.

Listening to the almost flattering and sycophantic words written, not only the young guards… Even Old Walter fell into silence, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

The guard captain gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the hillbilly pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Pa!

Whoosh!

The first bullet flew past Zhao Rat’s face and hit the snowdrift behind him, frightening him into immediately jumping aside and hiding behind the wreckage of the car buried in the heavy snow.

Old Walter’s expression changed. He looked at the guard captain who was pulling the bolt to continue shooting in shock. "Are you crazy!?"

The guard captain glared at him viciously, then at the guards huddled behind the cover. "Why do I have to listen to a marauder’s nonsense?! Start shooting if you don’t want to die!"

Across the street, looking at the bullet mark that appeared not far away, the players not only did not panic at all, but instead shouted excitedly.

"Boss! The other side opened fire!"

"Stop wasting time talking to them! Let’s do it!"

"Let’s charge!"

Although it was somewhat different from the plan, since the other side opened fire, Chu Guang did not hesitate to make the decision. He looked at Mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand under the crazy bastard’s excited gaze.

"Fire!"

"Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave the newbie an eye signal, and shouted excitedly, "Fire!"

The newbie immediately lit the fuse behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.

BANG!

Jets of fire and white smoke erupted as artillery shells, akin to thunderbolts, arched through the sky, landing upon the north gate of Baker Street.

BOOM!

In the thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the door made of wood exploded like it was struck by lightning!

The guard captain, who was standing behind the cover firing his gun, was suddenly frightened into retreating behind the cover.

At this time, a whistle sounded from the far side of the street, followed by a wave of earth-shattering battle cries. It was like billowing waves rushing towards the defensive position.

"Fire! Fire!" He ordered the guards next to him to fight back, but no one listened to him.

The morale, which was already low, was shattered by the blast of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and loud shouts, let alone sticking out their heads to shoot, it was already brave they didn’t escape immediately.

Seeing that other guards were terrified, Old Walter couldn’t help remembering what happened a long time ago.

Long, long ago, when he was still young, Baker Street was once looted by the Bloodhand Clan’s marauders.

At that time, there were twelve guards, but they suffered heavy losses against only eleven marauders, leaving only two survivors in the end.

Even if the hunters in the town were successfully mobilized, nothing would change. The group rushing at them were ruthless men who took out the Bloodhand Clan. They could probably defeat them with just one charge.

Besides...

Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack. It was the mysterious man who had been on Baker Street for a while and later went missing.

If those people truly came out of a shelter, it was unlikely that they would treat them badly.

"Let’s surrender... Reinforcements are still not here, and they probably won’t come. There are only eleven of us here. There’s no way we can stop them." Old Walter put down the gun in his hand and said.

Looking at the guard captain who had turned his gun to point at him, he said with a sigh. "What’s the point? While neither side has any casualties, they might not treat us badly.”

The face of the guard captain turned pale and his fingers trembled. "Don’t make me."

Old Walter grabbed for the barrel of his gun, not moving an inch, and looked at him seriously. "If you want to kill me, then pull the trigger!"

"A lot of people will die today. It’s not a bad thing to leave this world first."

Watching the guard captain whose expression was slowly turning stiff, before changing to one of despair, Old Walter let out a sigh of relief. He slowly took the rifle out of his trembling hands and said, "Thank you, you gave us all a chance to live."

Forcing himself to show a weak smile on his pale face, the guard captain said weakly, "I hope so."

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