NOVPUBChapter 150: Chapter 149 RIPG
Chapter 150 -149 RIPG
Earlier, Zhang Zhiyuan and the other five had already left Magnificent Castle ahead of time, venturing into the outskirts to the east of the city.
Although referred to as the outskirts, the area was actually far from desolate—in fact, vast tracts of farmland stretched as far as the eye could see. Farmers’ bungalows were sparsely scattered around these fields, resembling a series of low walls. The soil of the New Land was undoubtedly quite suitable for farming—if not for the hindrance of the fog, Magnificent Castle might have been many times larger.
Past the farm area, one could see the camp of Heigang Company. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
It occupied roughly two to three hundred acres, circled by barbed wire, with steel watchtowers at the corners.
But in a world without electricity, these watchtowers served only to monitor the inside of the camp. Beyond thirty meters from the camp, nightfall reigned supreme; not being able to see your hand in front of your face wasn’t an exaggeration. Even if someone stood up and danced, those above might not even notice.
Thanks to the two thousand points added for the new mission, everyone’s gear was much more professional this time. After leaving the town, they immediately changed into a full set of mountain camouflage, nearly indistinguishable from stones when sprawled on the ground, hard to detect even in the daylight, let alone during a nighttime operation.
When they were three hundred meters away from the camp, everyone stopped moving and hid on the spot.
That’s because Zhang Zhiyuan, leading the way, noticed that there were actually people patrolling outside the camp.
“Surprisingly, these mercenaries are quite professional.” He lay behind a rock, observing the patrolling squad—Heigang Company didn’t expect these people to scare away rivals; their sole purpose was to provide a warning before dying, or even a scream would do. As long as it alerted those inside the camp, their deaths would not be in vain.
Their equipment was pretty shabby too, with nothing but a spear each, not even a gun.
“Should we set up defenses here?” Zhou Zhi asked.
“It’s too far from the gate, and it would be hard to seal the entrance with just a few guns,” Zhang Zhiyuan negated, “We need to get closer. Let’s conduct a stealthy patrol infiltration.”
Infiltrating to take out the patrol was a task requiring skill, but with overwhelming equipment on their side, even the inexperienced Anthony and Qianyuan Meiko could be useful. Under Zhang Zhiyuan’s command, the three dispersed, used the cover of night to approach a route the patrol was bound to take, and then lay down, completely concealed.
The Heigang Company’s patrolling team consisted of four men each, so Zhang Zhiyuan had to take down two by himself.
Therefore, his hiding spot was the furthest to the left among the three.
As a patrol team approached this shadowy area, they were completely unaware of the impending danger. The four men kept an interval of about ten meters from each other, a distance such that to prevent being wiped out all at once, yet this also provided great opportunities for those stealthily waiting. Zhang Zhiyuan crept up on the last man like a ghost, drew his dagger with his right hand, covered the man’s mouth with his left, and deftly slit his throat.
With the windpipe severed, even if the patrolling mercenary didn’t die instantly, he could not cry out, only making a “heh-heh” gasping sound.
Zhang Zhiyuan then stabbed him in the chest to make sure, before gently laying him down.
Silent killing at close range had a much greater impact than shooting an enemy dead—especially the sensation of blood splattering on one’s hands, which could make anyone feel uncomfortable. However, Zhang Zhiyuan’s mood was calmer than expected; all the skills he had learned in the military surfaced clearly in his mind again.
Zhang Zhiyuan stepped over the twitching mercenary at his feet and ran toward the second man’s back. This distance was a bit longer, potentially allowing footstep sounds to carry. The target seemed to sense someone approaching from behind and subconsciously turned his head, just as Zhang Zhiyuan leaped toward him, tackling him to the ground.
The two men in front felt that something was off and immediately looked back. Meanwhile, Anthony and Qianyuan Meiko, who were lying in wait, fired their guns. The combination of silencers on their rifles and subsonic bullets made the gunshots extremely muted, similar to the puffing sound of an air rifle; before the two could react, they were shot through at close range.
By this time, Zhang Zhiyuan had also dealt with the mercenary on the ground and took a deep breath.
“Well done, Mr. Righteous,” Anthony said, offering rare praise, “You’re much more agreeable than before.”
He made an international standard hand signal, then hoisted up the body, “Find a place to hide them, so the other patrol teams won’t see.”
Thirty minutes later, the six-man team finally made a silent advance to a position about one hundred meters away from the camp gate.
Zhang Zhiyuan also received a notification of gaining +1 point.
“The target has set off and should arrive here in no more than fifteen minutes, we can get ready.”
The other five men seamlessly unloaded their gear and began assembling their weapons.
Their weapon loadout consisted of four assault rifles, one Type 88 general-purpose machine gun, an M99 sniper rifle, and an RPG launcher.
Everyone originally thought they could only afford one or two new weapons, but they didn’t expect Paradise’s pricing to be so generous this time around; a full magazine of 30 bullets used to cost 100 points, but this time, the 1000-round ammo box designed for the machine gun only needed 500 points. The most expensive were the RPG grenades, at 350 points per fragmentation warhead, but compared to the previous pricing of the magazines, this was quite the bargain.
What they didn’t know was that Chaoyang’s wishing power had significantly increased since the past, and the response to players was no longer as stingy as before.
According to Xue Quan’s plan, Paradise’s preset battlefield was right outside the camp gate.
This seemingly arrogant action was, in fact, the most suitable for players to take full advantage of their weapons—the assault rifles would have significant suppressing ability within a hundred meters, not to mention the belt-fed general-purpose machine gun. Anyone inside the camp would have to pass through that gate less than three meters wide to come out, or they would have to climb the barbed wire obstacles they had set up themselves. Moreover, to prevent people from storming the camp, there were many caltrops placed at the entrance, further increasing the difficulty for the enemies to break through.
As for Aibuvich himself… he was naturally delegated to the RPG.
After a wait in the dead of night, the glow from oil lamps began to appear from the west side of the road.
“Here they come!”
Following Zhou Zhi’s low shout, everyone was instantly prepared to face the enemy.
“Why are there three carriages?” Qianyuan Mingzi was the first to clearly identify the situation, seeing three carriages slowly driving towards the camp, each one almost identical, making it difficult to ascertain which one Aibuvich was in.
“That’s pretty normal; big shots always need an entourage. It’s for show when there’s no trouble and a shield when there is,” Anthony, having released the safety catch on the RPG, lifted it onto his shoulder, “Damn… this is the first time I’m using this thing on a person, and my hands are actually shaking with excitement.”
“Don’t rush to fire,” Zhang Zhiyuan said as he held Anthony’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I know when to make my move.”
The group crouched low, quietly watching the carriages pass by in front of them.
The guards at Heigang Company’s camp apparently also noticed their boss’s carriages approaching, but to prevent an enemy ruse, they dutifully walked up to the caltrops and signaled the carriages to stop. One of the team leaders approached the second carriage and respectfully saluted towards the inside.
“That’s the one, no mistake!”
“Everyone get down, watch out for the backblast!” Anthony steadied his aim on the second carriage and pulled the trigger, “Fire in the hole—!”
The hammer sprang upward, igniting the nitroglycerin in the RPG tube, and the high-heat wave gushed out, propelling the anti-infantry high-explosive warhead from the launcher. Under the strong inertia of the impact, the warhead’s primer was also struck by the firing pin, and the gunpowder gas began rapidly ejecting, accelerating the warhead towards the target!
