My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2641 -881: Three-Day Miracle · Day One_2

“Your luck is too bad, Mia.”

Old partner Norse said as he bandaged his arm:

“This is your second observer. The last partner you had got his head blown off by Jackal Wolfmen in the swamp. If this keeps up, no one will dare to be your Assistant.”

“You talk too much!”

Mia glared, threw the anti-large creature rifle at Norse, and helped her other old partner Papillon, who was injured in the left leg, up.

She glanced back at the three soldiers who were placed behind and could no longer fight, then looked at the others. She split off another three hunters to send the wounded back to the medical point at the rear and retrieve six boxes of ammunition.

This left the original thirty-hunter unit with only a dozen people. They hadn’t received a retreat order, and they had to continue fighting.

A few minutes later, the hunters re-entered a hunting state.

“Bang”

The slight vibration of the sniper rifle in hand sent the bullet out of the chamber, piercing the heart of a Jackal Wolfman wielding a War Halberd that had leaped into the trenches. That unlucky one fell into the trench and was sliced up with bayonets by the hunters in the trench, while the Gnolls following it screamed and turned to flee under a hail of bullets.

Norse, who had just fired the deadly shot, exhaled, pulled the bolt to load a new bullet, and in the gap of finding a target, quietly said to Mia, who had already set up the Cannibal Demon’s Hammer in a sniping state:

“This scene reminds me of Shadow Valley… The night we moved through the tunnels, Jackal Wolfmen were this crazy too. When will these bastards be completely wiped out?”

“They can’t be wiped out.”

On the other side, Papillon, with his leg wounded, could only pull the trigger in a prone shooting stance. He cleanly shot down a Jackal Wolfman Hunter preparing to throw explosives, turning the guy and his Dwarf Bomb to ashes.

Amid the sound of cartridge shells ejecting, the more literary Papillon said softly:

“I’ve heard Psychics say that the reproduction capacity of Jackal Wolfmen is several times ours. It’s impossible to wipe them out at once; in a few years, they’ll grow back, just like weeds on a farm.

They say it’s the reason Jackal Wolfmen keep launching the Black Disaster.

They reproduce too much, and there’s not enough food in that damned Dark Mountain Range.”

Psychics say that the miserable Black Disaster is also a way for Jackal Wolfmen to adjust their own numbers. They call it ‘ecological cycle.’”

“Tch, damned ecological cycle. Then why don’t these bastards go east and make trouble for the Calum People? Ultimately, they bully the weak and fear the strong, thinking we’re easier to bully than the Calum People.”

Norse cursed:

“But we’re no longer afraid of them. With the Transia People led by Governor Murphy, we’ll definitely march into the Dark Mountain Range and completely exterminate these bastards… Mia, nine o’clock direction! See it? A Military Governor has shown up!”

“Swish”

Lieutenant Mia quickly shifted her gun sights. Through the magnification of the Cannibal Demon’s Hammer’s built-in spiritual energy scope, she could clearly see the Jackalman General sitting atop a Throne Wolf observing the battlefield a thousand meters away amidst the chaotic battlefield.

The latter wore very heavy barbarian armor, and a battle flag was inserted on the Throne Wolf, clearly a big deal.

This was precisely the favorite prey of the Cannibal Demon’s Hammer and elite hunters.

Lieutenant Mia hesitated not for a moment. She took a deep breath to calm her hands for steadiness, a method taught to her by Master Qu. After a few seconds of tweaking, she pulled the trigger.

“Bang”

The dull crash when the special hunting bullet left the chamber made Norse instinctively cover his ears, and the large gun supported by feet trembled at this moment. Although there was a muzzle brake to balance the recoil, the gun’s kickback made one wonder if it might shatter Mia’s overly skinny shoulders.

Lieutenant didn’t adjust her stance; she observed the target through her spiritual energy scope.

Upon seeing that her bullet precisely entered the Military Governor’s shouting mouth and tore open the opponent’s fragile spine, she let out a breath of relief.

“Awesome! Mia.”

Norse praised:

“Now, your emblem and hunting gun can gain another star.”

Yes, this was a new habit formed among the hunters in these months of battle, supposedly originating from the foreigners’ tradition. Whenever a hunter sniped a valuable target, they could engrave a star on their military emblem and hunting gun.

There’s some nuance to it.

An ordinary Jackal Wolfman captain could only engrave a hollow five-pointed star; elite enemy grassroots commanders could engrave a silver five-pointed star, and like the Silver Overlord Mia killed this time, which is the top-level gold star, it’s basically the highest-level target normal soldiers can hunt by equipment bonus.

If it was an independent kill without others’ help, they could engrave a legendary blood-red gold star.

For regular hunters, a blood-red gold star only comes to them in dreams, yet Lieutenant Mia’s Cannibal Demon’s Hammer already boasts three.

She’s called a model hunter not just because she shoots well.

“Continue guiding targets!”

Mia did not gloat after her successful hunt; she coldly ejected the thumb-thick cartridge and loaded a new one. Those familiar with Mia’s character, Norse and Papillon, knew this was Mia in her very angry state. Apparently, the Gnolls’ previous attack that cost the hunter unit dearly had pushed her into this “cold-blooded killing god” status.