MTL - Armageddon: Shelters Can Be Upgraded Infinitely-Chapter 291

Seeing this scene, everyone completely lost confidence.

Under the protection of the boulder, it is difficult for long-range weapons to hurt He Chuan, and it would take a huge price to rush in front of He Chuan. Under such circumstances, the second group of players finally became helpless. After a short discussion, , chose the same approach as the first batch of players, spread out, and prepared to wait for the next batch of players and the arrival of dawn.

They didn't think that He Chuan would be able to escape from them this time, because although He Chuan had the advantage of the terrain, he was alone, while there were hundreds of players who came to hunt him. If he is always in a state of high mental tension and cannot get a rest, then he will collapse by himself in less than three days!

A normal person can't hold on if he can't eat and sleep normally for three days.

"Damn, this kid is so lucky..." The leader-looking man among the second batch of players was a little unwilling. He glanced in the direction where He Chuan was, and then waved his hand reluctantly, bringing shouted: "Stay away! Keep waiting! He can't survive us alone!"

After paying a life, the second group of players also chose to continue waiting.

In the next few hours, four or five groups of players arrived one after another, and every time, they seemed to have received the same script, repeating [shock - counterattack by He Chuan - lost a few lives - choose to wait] fate.

Until the sky in the east slowly lit up, and the orange sunlight replaced the **** moonlight on the wilderness, more than two hundred players had gathered near the mountain gorge. They belonged to various forces and came from all directions, but their goals were all the same.

"Damn it, if you want me to tell you, just gather dozens of people and rush over in a line. Anyway, that **** He Chuan only has three guns, so it's impossible to kill everyone..." A well-known tall and strong man frowned. Frowning, he said in a low voice.

"Nonsense, all fools know this method!" Another player's tone was full of disdain: "The question is, who is willing to be the cannon fodder for this pathfinder? No one is an idiot, so why use your life to pave the way for others? "

"Then forcefully arrest a few people!" The strong man said fiercely, "Forcing them to go to thunder!"

"Forcibly arresting people...I'm afraid there will be internal strife between us first?" The player who spoke out against it before said again: "Among the players who have arrived now, none of them are top ten in the kill list, and there is nothing particularly powerful. The team can't hold the field at all..."

"Everyone's strength is not much different. If you say to force others, they still want to treat you as cannon fodder!"

"Once we fight ourselves, He Chuan will die laughing!"

Debates like this are going on fiercely. Because these players come from various forces, they are not convinced by each other, and there is no situation where anyone can order others. Therefore, although they have a large number, it is still difficult to break through He He for a while. Sichuan's line of fire.

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He Chuan squatted under the boulder. After a night of fighting, he was extremely exhausted. He was exhausted mentally and physically, and because the space under the boulder was narrow, he could only squat there, unable to change his posture at all. Crouching down, he felt that his legs were numb, and he didn't feel anything at all.

He tried to move his body, and after a long time, He Chuan felt a strong soreness in his waist, knees, and thighs, which was unbearable!