What was more, something even more terrifying lay ahead.
At a glance, Wenren Sheng saw a continuous chain of fortifications ahead.
Though there were gaps between them, merely looking at them was enough to make one's heart tremble.
The worst-case scenario had finally appeared.
The nearly unarmed cyclists were like troops making an amphibious landing.
They had to swiftly pass through the enemy fortifications on an utterly exposed highway.
And it was even harder than a beach landing. At least those had naval guns and aircraft cover.
They had nothing.
They could not even stop.
For a moment, Wenren Sheng felt that this place was about as dangerous as the previous survival-world.
A Machine Gun with unlimited ammunition was hidden inside a fortification, with only its barrel exposed through an extremely narrow firing slit.
It was merely a crack.
The kind where even tossing in a Hand Grenade would be difficult.
It was sweeping the road at a steady rate of three hundred rounds per minute.
This was simply a death trap.
It was not the slightest bit easier than the previous survival-world.
This one machine gun alone forced many people to rely on the five-minute pause BUG.
They would get on the bike for one second, then brace one foot against the ground.
But even so, no matter what they did, they were inching closer to death.
Still, they had their methods.
They relayed information to the people behind them through a relay system.
The people in the rear learned of the situation.
They began preparing plans in advance.
Several large groups built Small Catapults.
They could launch things more than a hundred meters in one go.
Thankfully, the Machine Gun only swept the fifty meters ahead.
If someone had been operating it, these catapults would have been useless.