197: Chapter 197 Honey Trap

"Brothers, hurry!"

The eyes of the Wolf Cavalry at the southwest outpost were bloodshot.

For the Outer Mongolia District players who had been gnawing on dry, hard jerky for days, this was nothing short of a lethal poison.

They swallowed their saliva frantically, their minds entirely filled with the madness of appetite and carnal desire.

A squad leader wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and lashed his Mutant Warg hard with his whip.

"Charge for me!"

"Our own brothers are out there feasting on meat while we're stuck on guard duty blowing in the cold wind—who the hell could stand that?!"

Of course, the answer was to rush out and join them!

Let's have a group activity together!

Several sentry team leaders exchanged glances and reached a tacit agreement.

A mighty force of nearly a thousand men left behind only a few easy targets to be responsible for the outpost's security.

The rest rushed out of the main camp like starving wolves in heat.

In that moment.

The southwest corner defense line of the Outer Mongolia District base, which had originally been "impenetrable," instantly left a fatal gap.

Under the cover of night.

This group of horny Wolf Cavalry followed the sound, sprinting wildly in pursuit through the Red Grass Sea.

Sharp blades of grass brushed against their armor, making a harsh, grating sound.

But absolutely no one slowed down.

However, those delicate, crying screams were eerily strange.

It clearly sounded like it was right in front of them, but the more they chased, the further away it felt. Yet, when they accelerated to catch up, the sound seemed close at hand again.

During this time.

The Mutant Warg at the very front keenly sensed a terrifying aura of death hidden in the grass.

It was the thick smell of machine oil, gunpowder, and the soaring murderous aura gathered from thousands of people!

They began to resist desperately, their four legs planted firmly in the mud, their throats emitting uneasy whimpers.

A few Mutant Wargs even tucked their tails between their legs, frantically trying to turn around and flee.

But at this moment, the Outer Mongolia District players had long been blinded by desire and paid no heed to the warnings of their Mutant Wargs.

"Run! You beast!"

"You're so eager when it's time to eat meat, why are you playing dead now?!"

They violently brandished their barbed whips, lashing the backs of the Mutant Wargs to force them to continue forward.

Finally.

When these thousand or so men rushed impatiently through the last patch of dense grass.

"Brothers! Group activity, let me join in too... Gack?!"

The excited roar of the sentry team leader at the front came to an abrupt halt.

It was like a drake suddenly being strangled by someone; his voice cracked instantly.

The scene before them stunned them all collectively, causing their brains to briefly crash.

The vivid, wild outdoor battle they had imagined did not exist...

Nor were there any delicate rabbit girls being pinned to the ground and ravished...

Ahead was a huge, cleared open space.

In the center of the clearing, over a dozen super-large iron pots with a diameter of two meters were set up.

Inside the pots, red oil was boiling, stewing none other than the hind legs of the Mutant Wargs unique to their Outer Mongolia District!

And beside the iron pots.

Dozens of burly men in red vests stood there in a line.

Each one was muscular, with veins bulging.

In their hands, they held uniform heavy assault rifles and individual artillery.

And behind these burly men.

Those few scantily clad rabbit girls were standing in a row, completely unharmed.

What was even more absurd was that they were actually holding carrots in their hands.

While gnawing on the carrots, they cupped their hands around their mouths and shouted at the top of their lungs, expressionlessly wailing at the night sky.

"Ah... don't..."

"Let me go... wuwu..."

"Hiccup..."

Their tone was perfunctory to the extreme, and they even let out a burp after being well-fed.

Looking at this scene, which was absurd to the point of being outrageous.

This completely broke the Outer Mongolia District players!

The Wolf Cavalry, who had just been full of dirty thoughts, were instantly like being splashed with a basin of minus twenty-degree ice water.

They felt cold from head to toe.

On the other side, Zhao Meng, the leader of the first group of the Blade Group, casually tossed away a gnawed-clean warg bone.

He held a heavy multi-barreled Gatling machine gun in one hand, grinning to reveal a mouthful of big white teeth.

"Yo, friends from the prairie."

"Unfortunately, you have trespassed into the territory of our Red Wolf Guild!"

"Not sleeping in the middle of the night, and looking at your lecherous faces, it seems you came for the rabbit girls we're protecting?"

Zhao Meng lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Hoo—!"

"Friends from Outer Mongolia, doing this..."

"As the guild's chief of security, it makes things very difficult for me!"

The leading sentry team leader looked at the row of dark gun barrels, his scalp tingling.

He gripped the reins tightly, his whole body shaking like a sieve, his voice changing pitch.

"You f*cking..."

"These bastards actually pulled a honey trap!"