Chapter 639 - 196: [Encounter Battle]
Hmm, the Fierce Beast Race truly deserve their reputation as monsters with formidable physiques. This guy was burly and tall, and even running across the snowfield, his speed was comparable to a hundred-meter sprinter in the real world.
However...
Boom!
With an explosion, the guy must have stepped on a landmine, as his lower body blasted apart!
The protective red light shielded him from nearly half the damage, but blood sprayed from his legs, sending him tumbling to the ground, and the red light around him dissipated.
Chen Yan lifted his rifle again, lying on top of the car, patiently waiting.
Two minutes later, he saw a figure emerging from behind an overturned sled vehicle, seemingly trying to crawl out unnoticed using the sled for cover...
Bang!
A bullet directly shot into the Fierce Beast Race’s neck, causing blood to gush from the wound. The body staggered a few times before collapsing to the ground, shuddering for a moment, then gradually going stiff.
Chen Yan waited patiently. Half a minute later, he found another straggler and ended the other party’s life with a single shot.
The battle was actually over by this point.
But adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," Chen Yan waited a while longer. Confirming no living Fierce Beast Race members remained, he finally got up, carrying a rifle in one hand and a knife in the other, bending low and briskly running across the snow.
After searching the battlefield, he found thirteen corpses of the Fierce Beast Race.
Regrettably, only nine heads could be severed.
Because four of the Fierce Beast Race members had died under the heavy machine gun’s fire. The 300mm bullets had directly blown their heads apart.
The snowfield was littered with shattered bones and flesh.
Chen Yan felt a sense of regret. Losing four heads meant a significant reduction in bounty.
According to the Domain Immortal Platform reward order, one Fierce Beast Race head could be exchanged for 200 coins, and the Town General of Snow Cliff Pass had additionally raised the bounty, offering an extra 50 coins per head.
In other words, each head was worth 250 coins. Losing four heads resulted in a loss of 1000 coins.
Chen Yan felt a pang of heartache.
With an almost cold demeanor, Chen Yan severed nine heads of the Fierce Beast Race, then carried back the bodies of ten dead Beasts one by one.
The heads were thrown into the vehicle, wrapped in a mountaineering canvas bag—here, in the frigid climate, there was no worry about them rotting in the short term.
As for the Beast carcasses, Chen Yan simply unsheathed a knife right where they lay, eviscerating and deboning them, managing to extract over a thousand pounds of Beast Meat, which he loaded into the armored vehicle.
"Luckily, I seized a transport vehicle, the space in the compartment is ample." Chen Yan comforted himself slightly.
Nine heads could be exchanged for 2250 coins.
This was a considerable fortune; last time he visited Snow Cliff Pass, his entire assets amounted to just two thousand coins.
Chen Yan expressed satisfaction with this small ambush.
However, he did not grow arrogant but instead recalled the teachings imparted to him by that old mercenary Vanell at the club in Mao Country.
He replayed the battle process in his mind, earnestly reflecting on and summarizing any flaws in his combat techniques and methods.
He quickly identified a few points.
For instance, using the heavy machine gun against these small squads of Fierce Beast Race sled soldiers was actually a waste.
The enemy numbers were few, and the convoy’s density wasn’t high enough, rendering the hit efficiency of the heavy machine gun unsatisfactory.
The ammunition reserve for his heavy machine gun wasn’t large, and he couldn’t afford to waste it this way.
After Chen Yan earnestly finished his analysis, he loaded the spoils into the armored vehicle and left the area.
He returned to the "Safe Zone," utilizing the Primordial Qi here, operated the Storage Jade Pendant, storing the Fierce Beast heads and Beast Meat inside.
Then, after consulting the map, he set off again, heading in another direction, once more venturing into the "Red Zone."
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Five or six days later.
Chen Yan lay in a snow pit, holding an electric toothbrush in his mouth, letting it buzz inside as it vibrated.
Mere moments later, he spat out a mouthful of foam with toothpaste, grabbed a handful of snow to put in his mouth, chewed it fiercely a few times, and spat it out again.
A scent of minty toothpaste freshness lingered in his mouth.
This scent made Chen Yan feel slightly better—only just slightly.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, with a greasy, grimy scent on his underwear and hair.
Short stubble had already sprouted beneath his nose and on his chin, giving him a rougher appearance.
In these five or six days, Chen Yan had experienced another four battles.
Particularly the third battle, which was especially perilous.
While driving his armored vehicle across the snowfield looking for an ambush spot, Chen Yan unexpectedly encountered a squad of the Fierce Beast Race’s sled team!
This was a skirmish, and after decisively stopping, Chen Yan relied on the ferocious firepower of the vehicle-mounted machine gun to take down six of the enemy’s sleds.
But after all, with only one vehicle-mounted machine gun, the barrage could not provide adequate coverage, and two sleds almost reached the vicinity of the armored vehicle.
Chen Yan had to abandon the machine gun, taking up a rifle to maneuver with the enemy. The last Fierce Beast Race member nearly approached Chen Yan, engaging him in hand-to-hand combat.
Fortunately, Chen Yan drew his handgun, shooting the enemy’s wrist, and after a struggle, he strangled the Fierce Beast Race member with his own hands.
However, Chen Yan was also injured, with the opponent’s axe slicing his side, despite his efforts to evade it, it still grazed him.