The Red Shirt Club is a top guild with a high reputation all over the world. It was born out of the Red Shirt Legion decades ago.
At that time, due to some historical issues, foreigners had a strong prejudice against the Yanhua people.
With the popularity of the Internet, this prejudice has gradually extended to games.
Countries such as America, Ximeng, and Hanbang are relatively wealthy and have high popularity of computers. They not only have many players, but also have very good technology.
Relying on this advantage, they tried every means to ridicule and massacre Yanhua players in order to gain pleasure.
However, this situation did not last long. No matter at any time or anywhere, for the Yanhua people, wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance.
Soon, the Red Army came into being.
Although they come from all over the country, they still come together in various ways to resist this oppression.
They killed the foreign players who had massacred them until they were beaten to pieces, crying for their fathers and mothers, and even jointly requested the game development company to ban Yanhua players.
This organization has existed ever since.
No matter which game, as long as Yanhua players are oppressed, they will appear.
Decades have passed, and with the emergence of mutant beasts, the relationship between countries has dropped to its lowest point.
Although some satellites are still working in space, allowing countries to still have some basic communication, submarine cables have been damaged, and cross-border gaming has become a thing of the past.
Slowly, the Red Army ceased to exist.
If the game "Perfect World" hadn't suddenly appeared, the once-famous Red Shirt Club might have quickly become history.
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At this time, as the president of the Red Shirt Club, Han Ren slashed the strange player in front of him to death with a hint of joy on his face.
In less than five minutes, they advanced almost a thousand meters.
"Don't retreat, hold on."
Not far ahead, several voices sounded at the same time. Han Ren looked up and saw not only the hill made entirely of equipment, but also Xing Kai, whose face was ashen.
He didn't care about the equipment, because the equipment was basically black iron and white, and there were very few bronze equipment.
If it's just this little thing, it's not worth the effort.
"Boss, Han Xiao is right in front."
At this time, a soldier wearing black armor beside him said: "Is he really willing to sell us a potion with such a good recovery effect?"
"have no idea."
Han Ren narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "If something has not happened yet, there is no need to worry about whether it will succeed."
"If you don't fight for it, you will definitely have no chance."
"Now that we have helped him, even for the sake of face, it should still be possible to ask him to buy two bottles of such potion!"
"Hey, that's the best." The black-armored warrior responded and continued: "I don't know what kind of effect the potion embodied in the game will have."
After saying that, he roared angrily: "Brothers, work harder and charge me!"
As the arrowhead of the team, the black-armored warrior is very powerful. The attacks from all the Magic City players hitting him are no different than scratching an itch.
And each of his attacks can cause nearly a thousand points of damage to the target blocking the road.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, a hail of arrows flew over his head, covering the area more than ten meters in front of him.
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A series of damage values appeared, and the area covered by the arrow rain was instantly cleared, leaving only a few remaining, and all of them had residual health.
Seeing this scene, the players from the Red Shirt Club immediately rushed over and chopped them all to the ground.
"Boss, be careful."
Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and they all looked at the fireball hitting the sky with worried faces.
The original target of these fireballs was not them.
"Defend!"
At this time, Han Ren roared angrily, immediately stopped and bent down, taking out a shield to block it in front of him.
Around him, all the players in the Red Shirt Club also took up defensive postures and used their defensive skills.
Even though they knew that if they did so, they would still be killed instantly, they still made this choice.
Because only if the players in the front row take more damage, the players in the back row will take less damage and have a greater chance of survival.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The next second, the fireball fell, and the health bars of hundreds of players were instantly cleared. Their bodies fell limply, and there were hundreds of pieces of equipment on the ground.
But there are still nearly a hundred players in the front row who are still standing. Although all of them have residual health, there are only a few who still have more than half of their health.
Among them were the black-armored warriors and Han Ren, the president of the Red Shirt Society.
At this time, the mages and archers behind them also reacted, and the sky-covering fireballs and dense rain of arrows immediately flew over.
Hundreds of people were lost in an instant. Han Ren had no time to feel heartbroken. He immediately poured a bottle of advanced life recovery potion into his mouth, and then said: "Come on, kill me."
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The deaths of hundreds of companions did not scare the players in the Red Shirt Club. The full-blooded knights in the third and fourth rows immediately rushed forward.
At the same time, nearly a hundred players with remaining health also retreated.
Compared to the uniformity of the Red Shirt Club, the players in the Magic City were far behind. They had no unified command and were being slaughtered like headless flies.
Although you want to organize an effective defense, it cannot be done in a short time. Without long-term training, you can't even think about it.
"Fuck, what is that?"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out from the crowd, and all the players stared into the air with their mouths open.
There was a figure there, holding a huge illusory shield, which blocked nearly a hundred fireballs and countless arrow attacks.
