Chapter 130 Cutting Off Your Escape Route

While several major factions were racking their brains trying to acquire technological energy, Wuhua was doing the same. This was his first all-nighter in Star Wars.

After a night of fierce combat, the Arctic Snow Corporation proved to be far more formidable than he had imagined. According to the intelligence gathered by Caterpillar, the thousand-plus members of the Arctic Snow Corporation were divided into five large groups and twenty-five squads, with each squad consisting of over forty people.

From the river channel into the forest and all the way to the canyon entrance, the terrain resembled the mouth of a gourd when viewed through the sensor. The deployment of the twenty-five squads formed a rectangular grid, dividing this primeval forest into numerous smaller sectors, with communication maintained via walkie-talkies.

If any sector showed signs of activity, nearby units would immediately form a pincer movement.

The coordination of the Arctic Snow Corporation was exceptionally smart. Medics walked at the front, using flamethrowers to set fires everywhere, scorching and breaking trees. Gunners gathered together to launch surprise attacks, with multiple forces acting in unison. To be honest, no matter how clever or overpowered Wuhua might be, it was simply impossible for him to withstand a encirclement by so many people.

Wuhua also realized that the enemy commander was no rookie. The terrain of this jungle had been thoroughly mastered. In the commander's eyes, this was perhaps a chessboard. Although gaps existed in certain places, under his troop deployments, those gaps were immediately filled by other squads. Had it not been for the weapon lethality and air supremacy provided by his TRG-42 and high-end tactical watch, Wuhua would have died more than three times last night.

Furthermore, the advantages of the TRG-42 were not very prominent in this kind of jungle terrain. The woods were too dense with too many obstructions, making scanning highly inconvenient. Additionally, the advantages of the AUG were lost as well; the frequent barrel changes wasted a great deal of precious time.

The hallmark of the AUG was precision strikes, while its environmental adaptability was merely average. For such harsh environments, the most effective weapons were still the AK series.

The AK was lightweight, sturdy, and durable. Most importantly, its safety switch was fast, its draw was quick, and one could run around wildly while gripping the weapon. For a gunner, everyone knew what a fast draw meant.

At this moment, Wuhua also discovered a problem. His entire set of weapons and equipment prioritized sheer lethality above all else, while other aspects remained deficient. For instance, his mobility was extremely poor.

The combined weight of the TRG-42, AUG, and M500 totaled 11.3 kilograms. Coupled with ammunition, potions, and full-body gear, Wuhua's load capacity reached a staggering 25 kilograms. Although his tactical backpack reduced the effects of gravity, according to the system's conversion formula, his maximum movement speed plummeted from the original 26.17 meters per second down to 7.4 meters per second. If he were ever cornered by genetic warriors, wouldn't that simply spell certain death?

However, none of these were the most crucial issues. The real problem was that after running himself ragged all night, he had now been forced back to the riverbank. Not sleeping all night had resulted in extremely high fatigue levels. Although he had consumed a fair amount of dried rations and jerky, the fatigue value was decreasing at a sluggish pace.

Wuhua and Night Owl were hiding in a large tree along the riverbank, utilizing the massive foliage as cover.

"Mad Brother, we can't go on like this. The entrance is in the middle of the canyon, but we can't even get close to the canyon mouth," Night Owl said.

Wuhua nodded. He had no desire to give up just yet. The temptation of technological energy was immense. If there was a chance to bring it back for Ice Coffee and the others to research, perhaps new equipment would soon be unveiled.

In Star Wars, a gunner's weapons were notoriously difficult to obtain. Common submachine guns and rifles were still dropped by monsters, but the drop rate was extremely low. Even the good items dropped by most bosses were basically gear for fighters, controllers, or espers. Truly fine guns and ammunition relied entirely on technologists to manufacture or came from accepting NPC quests.

"Damn it, they want to drive me out and put a bounty on my head? Today, I'm going to lock horns with them to the end." Wuhua decided against logging off; he was determined to enter the Ruins of Death no matter what.

Just then, the sound of motorboats echoed across the river. Zhang Ermazi's transport boat was delivering supplies once again.

A flash of inspiration struck Wuhua, and he finally conceived a brilliant plan.

"Hehe, if you're going to force me out of the game, I'll cut off your supply line." With that, he squatted on a tree branch and slowly opened the Black Hawk sniper scope.

Wuhua's position was nearly parallel to the river. In the scope, Zhang Ermazi was puffing on a cigarette, tossing his head, and steering the boat with one hand as he rode the wind and waves. He looked utterly dashing and full of smug satisfaction.

Suddenly, a gunshot pierced the tranquility above the river.

"Clang—" The windshield shattered instantly, and Zhang Ermazi took a bullet to the chest.

Since he belonged to a non-combat merchant class, and considering the distance exceeded 1,500 meters along with the dampening effect of the windshield, Wuhua only dealt a damage value of "-671".

Zhang Ermazi was blasted backward off the speedboat, plunging into the river with a heavy splash.

As the speedboat spun out of control, it slammed into the rocks on the riverbank with a loud crash before capsizing completely.

Seeing his entire boatload of supplies swept away by the turbulent current, Zhang Ermazi thrashed about in the water, cursing furiously: "What the hell, who is it? Which shameless bastard with his conscience eaten by dogs shoots merchant players? Damn you, I spit a mouthful of dog shit at your face..."

While he was screaming himself hoarse in the middle of the river, Wuhua couldn't help laughing in the distance: "Stop whining. Sparing your life is already me being generous to you."

A squad of Arctic Snow Corporation members rushed over from afar, hastily hauling the speedboat ashore before plunging into the water one after another. Because all the supplies had been washed downstream, they were drifting directly toward Wuhua's position.

"Jumping into the water is precisely the right move," Wuhua chuckled, holding his rifle. "Let big brother here give you a taste of ice and fire." With that, he pulled the bolt, squeezed the trigger, and the TRG-42 roared across a distance of over 1,500 meters.

With a loud bang, a burst of flame erupted over the river surface. This explosive round struck the shoulder of a genetic warrior, turning him into a pillar of white light on the spot.

"-7699!"

This small squad immediately began shouting in panic:

"The rear is under heavy enemy attack! Requesting immediate reinforcement, requesting immediate reinforcement!"

Before long, several more squads from Arctic Snow arrived successively. The genetic warriors continually plunged into the river to chase the supply crates, while the medics and gunners stood helplessly on the riverbank. Even those who knew how to swim dared not enter the water; flamethrowers and first-aid kits could not get wet, not to mention the FAMAS rifles, which possessed only a basic waterproof layer and would jam if submerged for too long.

A large crowd of gunners and medics raced wildly along the riverbank in an attempt to disrupt Wuhua's shooting.

However, Wuhua's TRG-42 kept spitting out bullets with rhythmic bangs, and pillars of white light floated up across the river from time to time. Since it was not a mission mode, Wuhua's criminal status was now terrifyingly dark. He could no longer return to the city, and logging off would simply teleport him outside the Transit Port, so Wuhua decided to fight to the bitter end.

With a large group of people running on the shore and swimming in the river, Wuhua ignored everything else and focused exclusively on the warriors trying to grab the supply crates. The Arctic Snow Corporation had spent a hefty sum to hire Zhang Ermazi for deliveries; once the supplies were cut off, the main force in the jungle wouldn't last long. These crates were packed entirely with stamina and fatigue-recovery medicine and food.

Seeing that the distance had closed, Wuhua smiled: "Are you ready?"

Night Owl put on his diving goggles and chuckled, "Don't worry, Mad Brother. When it comes to underwater skills, I've never feared anyone."

"Okay, it's showtime." With two consecutive splashes, the two men in diving gear leaped from the tree straight into the great river.