Survival on the Road: Starting From Upgrading Resources

Moreover, these thugs have more than ten four-dimensional attributes, and with sophisticated weapons, they can completely threaten themselves.

If you want to kill them all, you still need to cooperate with the people in the town.

The entrance was indeed pressed by the slate. With Xia Bo's help, they easily removed the slate.

All the children entered the tunnel, and these people were relieved, and they didn't have to do unnecessary death-defying behavior.

Xia Bo followed them, headed by a man wearing red cloth, this man should be the leader in this town.

Without any scruples, they quickly made plans.

Xia Bo sat in a piece of ruins, lit a cigarette, and looked at the ruins that were renovated by artillery fire. I am afraid that today's time will be delayed here.

Every day you delay is a loss for you.

This is completely unbearable.

"Little brother, our plan has been successfully formulated. We will make a counterattack later. The town may be very dangerous later, why don't you enter the tunnel and wait?"

In the middle of his thoughts, the voice of the old brother came from his ear. Xia Bo took a deep breath of the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, and shook his head: "It's okay, these people have already affected me, and I will cooperate with you later. But I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

The town chief with the red cloth hood never came out of the house.

Feeling a few glances from all directions, Xia Bo did not hesitate, pursed his lips and said: "I need to borrow the road, the streets have been covered by ruins, and it is difficult to pass, and my strength is limited, and I can clean it up in a short time. It's unrealistic to come out. I'll help you deal with these thugs, and when it's done, you'll help me clear the ground."

Xia Bo took out a map from his arms: "I want to take the ZS Expressway, noon tomorrow at the latest, I don't want to waste too much time!"

The leader with the red cloth hijab had a solemn expression: "Battle is not a house, you can help us, bullets have no eyes, we have no way to ensure your safety."

Xia Bo waved his hand, his eyes were as cold as knives: "This is my own business, we are cooperating. And you also need to use the road in the town to leave, you are not at a loss."

"In fact, even if we don't cooperate,

We also have to clean up after the battle is over. "

"Time is pressing, I don't want to waste extra time." Xia Bo didn't want to talk nonsense with them. The gunfire outside continued, and many people were still resisting.

The longer the chat, the more delay the fighter jets.

Now this group of thugs basically believe that there is not much resistance in the town.

It's a great opportunity to counteract the enemy while he's not prepared.

"The plan begins, Lao Li..."

The red cloth hijab glanced at Xia Bo, and began to issue battle orders. Their fighting methods were very old-fashioned, but very practical, and brought guerrilla tactics to the extreme.

According to the style of play, they used their familiarity with the town and adopted a tactic of one shot for another place.

This kind of guerrilla tactics Xia Bo had previously read the book of the War of Resistance Against Japan, which is the use of guerrilla tactics to control the enemy.

Most importantly, it can contain the enemy.

Xia Bo was once a ghost on the battlefield, looking for opportunities. There were not many opportunities. As long as there was a chance, he seized the opportunity and jumped over the wall immediately, and knew the other side with one knife.

Like a ghost, it traverses the ruins.

The counterattack begins.

Xia Bo's eyes were like knives, without a trace of emotion. For the thugs, killing them would not have any guilt at all, because they were dead and deserved to die.

With his participation, the situation on the battlefield is one-sided.

Guerrilla tactics are already terrifying, coupled with a ghost on the battlefield, the thugs who were full of confidence and thought they were what they got out of their pockets began to collapse at this moment.

"Ghost, I saw the ghost! It holds a red knife, which can easily tear the armor on us and tear our people to shreds!"

"There really is a ghost! It can avoid bullets and artillery fire. As long as a team of three people meets a ghost, all of them die tragically."

"It is all dark, hidden in dark corners, emitting a strange red light, reaping our lives."

The thugs who ran out were terrified and eloquently recounted the battle in the ruins.

The mob leader of Qingyang Town is a guy with a face full of flesh, and their food is not bad.

"Ghost! How many shells do we have in our mortars?"

"There are more than 20 rounds, and there are not many left. These are left to deal with the mutant beasts."

"How many corpses were collected?"

"There are 46 complete corpses and 70 broken corpses." The person in charge of statistics said quickly.

The leader of Qingyang Town looked at the town with a gloomy expression. This time, the harvest was not good. They found nearly a thousand mortar shells from an ammunition depot. In this town alone, they used more than one hundred.

But only so many corpses were harvested.

He was very dissatisfied.

"I'm going to meet this battlefield ghost for a while, everyone, directly into the town!"

The leader of Qingyang Town went down with his opponent and brought a large number of people into the town.

In the corner of the ruins, Xia Bo was sitting on the ground, lit a cigarette and puffed up the clouds. He was covered in blood, and he couldn't count how many thugs he had killed.

These thugs deserve to be killed, and there is no psychological guilt in killing them.

Xia Bo enjoyed this kind of battle very much. He didn't understand whether it was environmental factors or the influence of the blood demon's heart.

He has changed, he seems to have grown.

I can't tell, at least one thing, killing so many people, no longer shaking hands, and getting used to the smell of blood and amputated limbs. .

The battle in the town seemed to be coming to an end, at least Xia Bo couldn't hear the gunshots.

After this battle, the strength of the people in the town has greatly increased. After all, the weapons brought by the thugs are still very advanced rifles, which are much better than their old-fashioned pistols.

Xia Bo hadn't rested for a long time when he heard the gunshots sound again. He climbed on the ruins to see, a large number of people wearing armor appeared on the ruins. .

It is hard to imagine how many people he has eaten to be so fat in the last days.

The people in the town got weapons and had already fought with them, and it was still obvious that they could feel the firepower of the other party.

After all, they have enough bullets, and there are not many bullets in the town, they are all picked up from the battlefield, how many bullets can there be.

If it goes on like this, the town will definitely not be able to support it, and it will not be easy for him to go by then.

This town is the only place he must pass through. He really doesn't want to go around in a big circle. It's a waste of time, and he has to take a lot of risks.

Xia Bo walked from the dark corner to deal with it, and looked at his state. Others were not bad, but he was a little hungry.

The advantage of body dataization is that you can intuitively see that your state is not enough to support the battle.

Facts have proved that enough.