radicalducati Chapter 76 The Residents' Frenzied Counterattack
Chapter 76 The Residents' Frenzied Counterattack
Zhong Chengyu opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.
He looked at the hellish scene in the distance, then at the man in front of him, clad in silver armor and resembling a cold-blooded machine.
The words of rebuttal reached my lips, but seemed pale and powerless.
Yes.
Would you risk your life to save a stranger?
If it were a society governed by the rule of law before he traveled back in time, he might have rushed forward without hesitation.
But now, this is a different world that believes in the law of the jungle.
He ate the meat of the giant rock deer whose head was smashed by Jiang Ming's sword last night, and the body of the girl who was torn apart by the wolf pack last night was still warm.
Death was too close to them.
An unexpected event, who knows when it will happen.
"I...I understand."
Zhong Chengyu lowered his head, his fingers gripping the shield were white from the force, and his nails dug deep into his flesh.
That feeling of powerlessness gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
Jiang Ming ignored him.
There's no point in saying anything more to someone who hasn't fully adapted to the law of the jungle; reality will teach them a lesson.
Jiang Ming turned around and lay back down behind the mound, his eyes beneath his visor calmly scanning the battlefield.
The screams in the Happy Home gradually subsided.
But what Jiang Ming and the others didn't know was that the actual situation was quite the opposite.
Inside the Xingfu Jiayuan residential community.
Those scout cavalrymen from Locke Town clearly underestimated the complexity of these modern architectural structures, and even more so, the madness that erupted from modern people when driven to the brink of death.
The initial charge was indeed overwhelming.
But when the native cavalrymen grinned and tried to charge into the narrow apartment building, or dismounted and rushed into the cramped stairwell with their spears, the situation subtly changed.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream came not from a resident of the community, but from an indigenous cavalryman.
Jiang Ming's pupils contracted slightly.
In his line of sight, at the entrance of Unit 2 of Building 3, a native cavalryman who had been so arrogant just moments before was now staggering out of the stairwell, his face covered in blood.
His feathered hat was askew, and his rough face was etched with terror and pain.
Behind him, a middle-aged, overweight man wearing an apron stained with oil was chasing after him like a madman, wielding a heavy bone-chopping knife.
The fat man had a bloody hole in his abdomen, with half of his intestines spilling out, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you touch my wife! I'll kill you!!"
The fat man roared, his voice hoarse as if he were sanding sandpaper.
The native cavalryman's lance was useless in the narrow stairwell, while the fat man's bone-cutting knife cut into flesh with every stroke.
puff!
The bone-cutting knife slammed into the neck joint of the native cavalryman, who had no leather armor to protect him.
Blood spurted wildly.
The native cavalryman clutched his neck, making suffocating "gurgling" sounds, and collapsed to his knees.
The fat man also collapsed from exhaustion, but he still clung tightly to the bone-cutting knife that had been used to strike the native cavalryman's neck until he breathed his last.
This is just the beginning.
It's like toppling the first domino.
More and more counterattacks are beginning to emerge.
On the third-floor balcony of Building 4, several young men were throwing something—nothing at all—at the indigenous cavalryman on guard below.
call out!call out!call out!
The objects that were thrown down, propelled by gravity, slammed into the head of the indigenous cavalryman who was on guard downstairs, and some even hit the warhorse beneath him.
The indigenous cavalryman who was on guard duty immediately fell to the ground and could not get up.
The warhorse could still neigh mournfully, carrying its master as it fled in all directions.
"Damn it! Burn these bastards alive!"
Several burning glass bottles were thrown out of the window of Building 5 like rain.
It was a simple Molotov cocktail made from liquor, cooking oil, and strips of cloth.
Although this homemade weapon was rudimentary, it proved surprisingly effective at this time.
Flames exploded amidst the dense formation of a dozen or so cavalrymen.
The warhorses were startled and began to kick wildly, throwing their riders off their backs and even trampling each other.
In an instant, the once one-sided slaughterhouse turned into a chaotic meat grinder.
"this……"
Behind the mound, Wang Yang stared wide-eyed, forgetting even the fear he had felt earlier, his face filled with disbelief.
"They... actually managed to kill those high-level monsters?"
Li Bin pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the distant firelight: "Terrain advantage. Cavalry would be sitting ducks once they entered the building. Long weapons are useless, and short weapons... Moreover, some residents, driven to desperation, are fighting like cornered beasts."
"Moreover," Jiang Ming added, "these natives are too arrogant."
"They treated this place as a village they could plunder at will, forgetting that it was a jungle of reinforced concrete."
Jiang Ming's gaze was fixed on the battlefield.
The data panel was flashing wildly in front of him.
[Human Scout Cavalry of Locke Town (Lv.8)]
[Status: Panic, Burns, Underestimation of the Enemy]
The once orderly cavalry squad was now in complete chaos.
The elite captain named Rorschach was furiously swinging his spear, sending a power bank-like figure flying as it tried to ambush him.
He roared loudly, trying to regroup.
But the narrow neighborhood roads and the frightened warhorses running amok made it impossible for his orders to be conveyed.
"A good opportunity."
Jiang Ming suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep.
"What?" Zhong Chengyu was stunned for a moment.
"I said, this is a good opportunity."
Jiang Ming slowly stood up, his silver-white mask reflecting a cold luster in the firelight.
He pointed to the edge of the residential area.
There, two cavalrymen were thrown into the green belt on the outskirts of the residential area because their warhorses were startled.
One of them seemed to have accidentally broken his leg and was limping as he tried to grab the reins.
Another one was swatting at the flames on its body, its back to this side.
They separated from the main force.
It became the lone prey.
"Old Wang, Old Li," Jiang Ming turned around and gestured, "Grab your weapons and follow me."
"Huh?" Wang Yang was stunned. "Brother Jiang, didn't you just say you weren't going to save him?"
"Who said I was going to save people?"
Jiang Ming turned his head, his eyes beneath the mask gleaming with a light called "greed".
"I'm going to find a bargain."
"The leather armor on those native cavalrymen, the spears in their hands, and their warhorses."
"At this stage, they are all top-tier resources."
"Now that they're in disarray, it's the perfect time for us to fish in troubled waters."
"Remember, we only kill lone ones, grab the loot and run. If the warhorse doesn't know what's good for it, just kill it. We won't linger in battle."
After saying that, Jiang Ming stopped arguing.
He drew the black iron horse-slaying sword from his back, leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, and, using the waist-high dry grass as cover, crept towards the two lone cavalrymen on the outskirts of the residential area.