The broad, empty square was enclosed at its entrance by a wall cobbled together from steel bars, iron plates, and wooden stakes. Its heavy gates were tightly shut, and the watchtowers on either side stood empty.
The mutants stationed here had retreated in a hurry. Some equipment had not even been taken with them and had simply been left on the wall.
More than twenty Chimera armored vehicles lined up outside the wall. A dozen or so players carrying explosive packs jogged forward and placed high explosives at its base.
Watching his teammates retreat from the wall, Yuanhuaishu, standing at the edge of the formation, shouted an order over the comms channel.
"Detonate!"
A player immediately gripped the detonator in his hand. Orange-red flashes erupted one after another along the wall.
Along with the dilapidated gatehouse, the wall made of piled garbage was blasted apart in an instant.
"Advance!"
The regiment commanders gave the order.
One Chimera armored vehicle after another started its engines and, surrounded by players carrying rifles, rolled grandly into this den of evil.
Mole stuck his head out of the turret, held onto the hatch cover, and loudly gave orders over the comms channel.
"Search every corner carefully! Don't let a single mutant escape! No surrender accepted—kill them all!"
Uniform replies came through the comms channel.
"Roger!"
It was not just the Skeleton Corps.
The Jungle Corps was the same.
Walking at the very front, Brother Chicken Slayer looked like a demon crawling out of hell. His steel shell was covered in chunks of flesh and blood, while the chainsaw embedded in his left arm continued to spin madly with a roar.
If the Chimera armored vehicles' kill counts were excluded, he had probably taken the highest number of kills on the field.
After all, he