Just halfway through the meeting, things suddenly started to boil outside, and many people were shouting something.
Wu Ming frowned slightly, stood up from his seat suddenly, and said, "Let's go over and have a look."
Headed by Wu Ming and assisted by three small bosses, the key members of the North Alliance walked outside in a mighty manner.
Nowadays, the North Alliance, which has greatly increased in strength, has more than 100 professionals, not to mention ordinary people acting as thugs.
After walking two streets, more and more alliance members joined Wu Ming's team. When they arrived at the city wall, there were more than a thousand people wearing North Alliance badges at a glance.
"Hiss, so many!"
Standing on the city wall and looking out, the undead legions gathered together were densely packed. According to the art of war, it was not an exaggeration to call it a ten-mile company camp.
This is an organized undead army, with a minimum number of more than 100,000. They gather in a dark mass three miles outside the city, and the flags fluttering in the wind are dizzying.
On the city wall, not to mention Tibulague's defenders, even the alliance members led by Wu Ming all looked pale.
It's not that they haven't seen the undead tribe before, nor have they ever fought against them.
However, the undead legions that appeared before were all in units of thousands of people, sweeping away villages and towns. This was the first time I saw so many.
"The sword and shield soldiers went up to the city wall, the archers went to the tower, and the catapults and ballistae were all pushed out!"
The general guarding the city, as if facing a formidable enemy, directed the soldiers to walk onto the city, and at the same time ordered the messenger: "Quickly go and invite the Earl and the Holy Light Priest to come over."
Snowflakes were flying, and the soldiers clenched their weapons, standing like stone statues in the cold wind, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming and going.
Looking up from the crowd, Wu Ming stood on the city wall with strange excitement in his eyes.
In the eyes of others, this is a natural disaster of the undead and a symbol of terror, but in Wu Ming's eyes, these are all walking experiences.
One hundred thousand undead, how much experience does that cost? He is now at the peak of level 2 at level 15. If the undead attack the city this time, he will get enough experience to be promoted to level 3 hero.
"Watchman."
Wu Ming called the watchman and whispered: "Go down and let us shout in unison that the North Alliance is coming to garrison the city."
"North Alliance, come to garrison the city and defend Tibulague!"
"North Alliance, come to garrison the city and defend Tibulague!"
Thousands of members of the North Alliance shouted slogans together, and the causes converged into a torrent.
The generals who were commanding the soldiers at the south gate all turned their heads to look this way. Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief. To explain it in modern terms, these people must have too high a level of ideological consciousness.
"North Alliance, isn't that a gang?"
"No matter who he is, we don't have enough troops. As long as he comes to defend the city, we will welcome him."
As a large city, Tibulaq has about 30,000 defenders. Including the emergency recruitment during this period, there are currently almost 50,000 soldiers.
Fifty thousand defenders, facing an army of 100,000 undead, is really a small number.
After all, ordinary skeleton soldiers have slightly higher attributes than soldiers. Except for their low intelligence, they can crush humans in all aspects.
Comparing the two, even with the advantage of the city wall, it is still unclear whether it can be defended. Even the defenders lack confidence.
"Rebels, come to guard the city and defend Tibraq!"
As soon as the slogan of the North Alliance fell, another shout came from the crowd, and the word "Rebel" was deafening.
Wu Ming turned his head slightly and looked towards the source of the sound.
Most of this rebel organization is composed of ragged civilians, holding hoes, dung forks, bamboo guns and other weapons aloft, and they look almost like refugees.
With the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Wu Ming looked interested and asked the people around him: "Who is the leader of this rebel army?"
"It was a young man named Green. He organized many civilians in the city who had a blood-and-blood feud with the undead tribe, and established this organization called the Rebels. During this period, the rebels were very popular, and Green led them to frequently attack.
, it is said that small groups of troops sent by the undead tribe were annihilated several times on a small scale." People around him were talking about it, and they could only describe Green as a hero who rose up in troubled times.
"Green, it must be that guy. I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few months, he actually became the leader of the rebel army. He is indeed a hidden dragon in the abyss!" Upon hearing the name Green, Wu Ming was 100% sure that this guy was definitely
It's the protagonist Green.
When encountering the weather, it becomes a tiger, when it encounters water, it becomes a dragon. This is the protagonist.
Not to mention, Green knows the general trend of the future, and with a little use, he can prosper.
"The general is here, long live General Green, long live General Green!"
Cheers rang out in the rebel camp, and a young man wearing leather armor appeared in front of everyone.
Black scimitar, red leather armor, smiling face, blond hair flying.
As soon as Green appeared, he seemed to have his own aura and became the focus of attention.
Even if Wu Ming doesn't like this guy, he has to admit that Green's appearance is very consistent with the legendary figure in the epic, as if he was born with the aura of a king.
Step by step as he climbed to the top of the city, Green slowly turned around, raised his right arm high, and shouted: "I, Green, swear to live and die with Tibrag!"
"I swear to live and die with Tibulaq, I swear to live and die with Tibulaq"
Although the rebels looked like refugees, the momentum they erupted under Green's encouragement was eye-catching. Even the regular soldiers on the city wall were so excited when they heard such loud slogans that they wanted to shout along.
sentence.
It is conceivable that as long as Greene's performance in the war is not bad, his reputation will catch up with several military generals every minute, and he will become a legend passed down by the soldiers.
Wu Ming had even thought out the script. During the siege battle, the generals would definitely receive the boxed lunches.
Before receiving the box lunch, he had to praise Green and portray him as a socialist successor, and then he kicked his legs to death.
As for the back, there are people shouting and shouting, and there are crowds of people shouting and shouting. Anyway, it’s all about how strong you are.
After three and five battles, the command of the army will change hands. At that time, if a few nobles who care about their lives are killed, the template of a winner in life will be created.
"According to the script, Green is the protagonist who has the aura of being a tyrant, a brain-dead, and a retard. So the question is, what role do I play here? Am I a supporting role to set off the protagonist, or am I a villain who must be defeated? Well, I am a supporting role.
It's unlikely. I won't bow down to him. It's probably impossible for him to play a supporting role. He's almost a villain. I have so many good things, so I look like a boy who gives away money."
Looking at the slutty Green, Wu Ming's eyes were full of amusement.
The protagonist is immortal and has adventures one after another. This is an attribute that must be equipped.
Now, Green wants money but has no money, wants people but has no one, and leads a group of paupers to start the game. How can he live without the money-giving boy?
However, Wu Ming was somewhat suspicious. There was nothing wrong with him being a money-giving boy, but would Green dare to come and get it now?
"Boss, Green, the leader of the rebels, sent someone over to say that he has something you are interested in and hopes to meet you." While Wu Ming was thinking, one of his men came to report the news.
Upon hearing this statement, the corners of Wu Ming's mouth turned up slightly.
Sure enough, he came, but instead of playing hard, he played soft. Wu Ming was very curious about this Green and how he planned to fool him.
He is not Fan Wei, and Green is not Zhao Benshan. He is lame just because he is fooling around, and such a good thing will not happen.