Chapter 872: Daddy Potato’s “surprise” on the day 871 met
Chapter 872 871. The day we met·Daddy Potato’s “surprise”
When did the War at the Maginot Line occur?
This seems to be a rather metaphysical question, as before everyone reacts, the entire front is already covered with enemies.
The noisy gunfire tore apart the tranquility of waiting, while the constant roar of heavy artillery symbolized that the time of trial had arrived.
This is a test of iron and fire.
It's like throwing everyone into a blazing forge, where they have to undergo intense fire burning and hammer hammering before they can be cast into hundreds of refined steel, or they can be reduced to waste materials waiting for a dark future.
The first to be attacked was the section of defense closest to the Filthy Swamp. It was located in the middle like a wall stuck between the rolling hills. It used an abandoned mine as the main body of defense. The Stonemasons Brotherhood designed it for it.
There are three bastions occupying the commanding heights, and the earth priests of Silver Castle carefully reshaped the terrain here during a preparation period of more than three months.
The Jackals need to first cross several kilometers of trenches separated by barbed wire, and then rush along the upward hills through the unobstructed slopes to reach the main body of the defense line. What awaits them is the salvos of firepower from the three artillery positions at the front and the Kade.
The defense line was garrisoned by 7,000 troops of the Manchu People's Army.
Lord Murphy has placed a resurrection point here, which means that the gnolls will have to undergo a "test" from the undead spirits while being beaten up by local soldiers.
Commander Kudel, who has been trained in the war history section of the forum and the alien network for many days, has learned the preliminary application of the fire superiority theory. During the offensive in the morning, he did not send even one of his troops, but only ordered to assist in the defense.
The Winter Wolf artillerymen projected firepower to the forward positions regardless of the cost.
The jackals were stunned by the explosion.
They paid thousands of kobold casualties but could not even break through the trench area at the front. On the contrary, the newbies who stayed in the trenches had enough time to experience the reality and excitement of this ghost game.
These newbies are “newbies” in the true sense.
They are pure newcomers who entered the game yesterday. Perhaps in order to prepare for the prelude to the decisive battle of Maginot, yesterday the development team distributed 500 helmets at once, and two-thirds of the newbies were thrown into the game.
Got here.
They walked in the trenches under the leadership of the veterans of the People's Army. When the kobolds and jackals rushed up, they used imitation Mosin Nagants with bayonets in their hands to hit them hard.
"I said, is this damn game always so exciting?
I thought that for better publicity, the development team specially added some kind of damn filter to the live video in the tavern, and edited out the best parts to stir up people's hearts, but I didn't expect that those bastard UP owners really stabbed them.
Don’t even cut it!”
At this time, Meng Xin "Blind Eagle", who was huddled in the trench waiting for the end of this round of shelling, held his gun and a crudely made steel helmet and complained to his partner "Black Sheep" who was chewing dried meat beside him:
"I have spent all my adrenaline this year on this morning's offensive and defensive battle. Damn it, I feel like I have traveled to the battlefield of World War I. Except that the enemies are ugly kobolds and jackals.
It’s the same as classic trench warfare.”
"Shut up and save your energy. After this round of shelling, those bastards will come up again."
The black sheep horse is a short but strong guy.
His performance this time was much better than other rookies in the same trench, but this was not because he had actually been on the battlefield, but because of his special profession. This guy was a boxer and it was said that he had even participated in competitions.
Yes, he is one of the fighters that Teacher Li invited his friends to call in the martial arts circle. It's just bad luck that he has been waiting to enter the game until now.
After this guy killed several half-crippled jackals with a big ax half an hour ago, he became the "leader" of this group of cute guys, and his words gained a lot more weight.
"Everyone is used to the basic operations. I won't go into details. Don't jump out of the trench and rush forward. The dozen or so brothers who died should have taught everyone to be careful. We are not invulnerable in this damn game.
Futterman.
We must learn to work from the ground up!"
Amidst the noisy shelling, the black sheep had to shout loudly to make his voice heard by the surrounding men.
he shouted:
"Obey the orders and follow the instructions. We will do whatever the veterans in the trenches ask us to do. Everyone should seize the opportunity to practice in actual combat. Follow the guidance posted on the forum and start developing basic skills according to their respective career plans from now on!
Collect all the explosives that were previously distributed on you and give them to brothers who are good at throwing them.
The brothers who are good at melee combat will join me. The ones who are good at shooting will go look for the 'Broken Spine Dog'. Those who want to take the psionic master route should just stay put and throw away their skills from a distance.
Hey, brother, what's the matter with you?
Why is it shaking like this?
No, are you afraid of playing games?"
"I'm not afraid!"
Mengxin, who was jokingly slapped by the black sheep, rubbed his neck and shouted, but his body that kept shaking betrayed him.
This guy is also very strange. While everyone else is trying to make their appearance more imposing, he probably entered the game maintaining his original appearance. He looks gentle but is already a middle-aged man.
He was wearing a helmet and holding a gun, but he didn't have any of the postures a soldier should have.
"Don't be afraid. It's okay. Follow me in a moment and I will protect you."
The blind eagle encouraged the middle-aged man with the ID name "Protect Little Potato" with a playful smile. Seeing the frequency of shelling slowing down, everyone knew that the thrilling charge was about to come, and the veterans in the trenches were "preparing to fight."
Amidst the scolding, the blind eagle took the time to ask while loading the big bolt:
"Hey, man, what are your specialties?"
"Oh, I have six."
Protector Xiaotuo made a motion to push up his glasses, but there were no glasses in the game for him to push, so he could only smile. It could be seen that he was not very good at communicating with other people, but he still learned from others.
The player's movements were like aiming and shooting in the trench, and he whispered to the eager eagle next to him:
"Four of them are all music-related specialties, probably because in reality I rely on this to support my family. Of the remaining two, one is an [artist] with enhanced psychic abilities, and the other, uh. is a negative [emotional person]
state and are more susceptible to negative forces."
"Zhuo, six specialties, big brother, you are not an ordinary person."
Ying Zai complained sourly:
"But your template is a born bard. You should follow Lumina. But, what's the matter with your ID? Did you just type it casually?"
"Oh, that's not true. In the game, my daughter heard that her friends called her 'Little Potato'."
When the middle-aged uncle talked about his daughter, he suddenly showed a very gentle and doting smile, and the eagle next to him sighed with emotion. Although he is only a single dog, he believes that he will definitely learn to do this when he becomes a father.
A heartwarming smile.
"Hey, you have music expertise, right? You use this!"
The black sheep on the other side threw a brass trumpet wrapped in red cloth and said to the guard Little Potato:
"The Transian veteran gave me this and asked me to blow the charge horn. He said that we foreigners all play this, but he may have misunderstood us a little. Anyway, I won't blow it. Since you are a professional, you can do it."
!
When we rush out, you will blow it. If you are not good at fighting, just stay in the trench and practice your skills by shooting kobolds with guns and collecting their heads. Don't show your head."
"The kobolds are coming! Brothers, get ready!"
The player's broken gong voice shouted, causing everyone to look forward.
On the ground that had just been bombarded with thick smoke and a large number of corpses, armed kobolds followed by some jackal barbarians roared out of the flattened swamp hiding place. Their eyes were red.
It's because he was cast into a rage spell.
There is no possibility of the enemies collapsing in this state, you can only kill them all.
"shooting!"
The veteran in the position swung his command knife downwards, and there was a sudden burst of gunfire in the trench, and a row of kobolds turned over and fell.
But not all players hit the target.
After all, real-life shooting is different from playing FPS games. It does take some talent to hit such a moving target without having touched a gun. However, after a morning of training, the players who have survived until now have a better mentality.
a lot of.
They kept shooting until the kobolds approached, and then the brothers who were specialized in throwing explosives were thrown out.
Grenades exploded, and Molotov cocktails danced wildly on the ground, drawing lines of fire, but the violent jackals and kobolds continued to move forward without fear of tearing through the flames.
Those guys were on fire, and the pain made them even crazier. Coupled with the surrounding land covered with corpses, this scene was like a scene from a nightmare, and it also made Daddy Potato, who was holding the Charge, stunned for a long time.
How could he, an artist who has been engaged in music for most of his life, ever see such a scene?
In fact, not to mention his emotional heart, other players are also nervous at this time. Although they know that they will not die, before the players accept their first death and gradually become accustomed to this process, they still have awe at the loss of life.
.
To put it in less serious terms, the first time of anything is unforgettable and brings with it a bit of expectation and a bit of fear.
This was keenly discovered by the black sheep who was the leader of the trenches. He knew that he could not let the enemy's momentum overwhelm his own side, so he glanced at the potato daddy beside him, but the other party seemed to be immersed in the scene in front of him and could not extricate himself, leaving the black sheep helpless.
I could only give the artist a hard blow.
The latter was awakened, and when he saw the black sheep's stern eyes, he remembered his responsibilities. He immediately put the charge horn to his mouth in a hurry. He did not blow it immediately but brewed it for a few seconds. The next moment, a familiar harsh melody played in the air.
echoed in the trenches.
Hey, don't tell me, he is indeed a serious musician. The feeling when playing this melody is different from those wild musicians.
It’s hard to say exactly what is different, but after hearing this melody, the players felt that their bodies were suddenly filled with power. While the shock and oppression brought by the enemy were instantly dispelled, they also gave themselves a [
Enraged】BUFF.
The most outrageous thing is that this is not an illusion!
"Damn it! You haven't changed jobs yet, how can you give people BUFF just by blowing the trumpet!"
The hawks next to me were all dumbfounded.
He looked at the two BUFFs jumping on his character interface, gave a thumbs up to the confused Potato Daddy and said:
"I understand, you are the 'Innate Bard Holy Body'! Work hard, our bard father will depend on you in the future, but there must be a trick to this kind of thing, can you?"
"Oh my sister! Brothers are rushing, hurry up and catch up!"
The still chattering Ying Zai was kicked by the black sheep. He immediately grabbed the gun and climbed out of the trench. He followed the other players and launched a counter-charge. In one round of hand-to-hand combat, he killed all the Kobolds that came towards him.
Of course, there are also unlucky ones who are chopped to the ground by jackals.
"I'm just used to injecting my own feelings into music. Isn't this the basic quality of people who make music?"
Daddy Potato looked at the assault horn in his hand and muttered.
He seemed to have discovered a new extension of his musical path, more like a big kid who had found a new toy. He was eager to try out some new tricks with this trumpet, but when he raised his head, he saw the players rushing out.
Being pushed back by kobolds and gnolls.
Obviously, no matter in terms of strength, skills or equipment, there is still a certain gap between the pure newbies and the savage gnolls.
The current situation was anxious, and Daddy Potato couldn't do much with the trumpet. His thoughts were dancing in his mind and he relied on his feelings to find the most suitable melody for the current situation. After brewing his feelings, he played it on the trumpet.
That melody that all Chinese people can sing.
"Damn it, why did he play the national anthem?"
The black sheep, who was being besieged by three kobolds, was a little bit off guard at this moment, and he shouted:
"This voice has come out. If we are repelled now, we will be sinners. Brothers, listen to my orders! Prepare to take drugs!"
"Fuck, there are seven BUFFs added to this song!"
The eagle boy, feeling full of power, screamed:
"How full of emotions this brother has inside. I'm convinced. I don't think I can be a father like him in the future."
"Shut up and take the medicine!"
The black sheep gave the order, and the brothers who were still alive took out the original version of the winning wine and drank it in one gulp.
The power brought by the burning of life made them howl and resist the attack of the kobolds, but the number of enemies rushing out in this wave was too much. In desperation, the black sheep grabbed the communication orb and shouted:
"Shoot at us!!!"
"Zhuo, I'm really addicted to playing. There's no way your orb can connect to the artillery position, you bastard."
The veteran player behind the trench, who was the "cute new generation", complained bitterly about "blasting the galaxy with one punch", but he still forwarded the message to the rear. Half a minute later, a round of artillery shells fell in front of the trench, blowing the people away.
The surrounding mengxin and the nearby kobolds were cleared together.
When the smoke cleared, Daddy Potato poked his head out of the trench.
What came into view was the position that had calmed down again. The black technology of cognitive filtering meant that the stumps and severed limbs would not shock his mind too much, but for an emotionally charged person, the scene in front of him was already exciting enough.
Already.
Even he, an artist who has never been good at fighting, felt a kind of anger against the same enemy.
Gritting his teeth, he crawled out of the trench, grabbed the rifle with a bayonet in both hands, ran up, screamed and stabbed the gnoll through the heart as he tried to get up.
It's completely unstructured, but it's enough in a scenario like this.
After replenishing his knife, Potato Daddy turned around again and bent down to collect the twisted dog tags. Although this was just a game, at this moment he felt that he was on a real battlefield. It was just the players' immortality that made this
This kind of cruelty and despair is performed in a more relaxed and even joking way.
Isn’t there a saying that goes well?
If you analyze every comedy downwards, you can find its tragic core.
Potato Daddy clenched the dog tags still exuding warmth in his hand. He felt ashamed of his cowardice just now, and at the same time he was bursting with inspiration. The stimulation from the battlefield gave him the idea of producing new music.
But now is definitely not the time. The dozens of newbies in this trench have been completely wiped out in the previous wave of charges, so the headquarters quickly sent support. Just as Potato Daddy was sitting in the trench, rubbing his brows and sorting himself out.
While he was thinking, a tall figure approached him from behind and reached out to cover his eyes in this place filled with smoke and silence.
"Hey, this frightened old handsome guy, would you be interested in going to the bar for a drink after get off work?"
A familiar voice sounded behind Daddy Potato, with a hint of ridicule and worry. The guard Little Potato shivered and turned to look behind him. His wife was currently wearing a cool exoskeleton, carrying one long and one short.
Two guns, wearing a cowboy hat and looking at him with a smile.
"Hey, Private Potato Daddy!"
Mrs. Judy scolded her dumbfounded husband:
"Next, you will be under the command of this second lieutenant of the Chasseur! Obey orders and kill the enemy bravely, do you understand?"
"Well, of course, salute to you, Lieutenant Judy!"
Daddy Potato stood at attention in a very non-standard manner and gave a military salute, which made Lady Judy laugh out loud. She moved forward and kissed her husband on the forehead and wiped the stains on his fair face and said:
"My daughter originally planned to pick you up, but she went to a more dangerous battlefield, so she had to ask me to take care of my useless father. She made a bet that you would be scared to tears in the first battle."
"Then the little baby is going to be disappointed. Not only did I not cry, I also killed a jackal with my own hands. Alas, is this the world she likes? It really doesn't look like it is full of 'love and peace'."
"It doesn't matter, our daughter is already the Valkyrie of Transia. She will bring peace here. We will complete this work with her and make the world she loves become her paradise.
Every parent would do this for their children, right?"
"Ah? Use our hands to create a wonderful new world for our daughter? This sounds like it is beyond the limits of our abilities, but it doesn't matter. We can take our time. Do you want to listen to new music? The one I just wanted to create
oh."
"Of course, you know, I like to listen to the music you play the most."
