4, Prepare for the performance of the Big Gun Guild
"The other players under the captain have also received the task of 'capturing the Yellow Turbans'." Wen De went out and walked around. In addition to the expected information, he also got some other news, "The three hundred men under Cao Cao
The brainless people have already set off, but the strange thing is that the direction they are going is not Yizhuang... God knows what is going on; Yuan Shao's group of people with the gun union as the core are preparing to throw guns. It seems that Zhao Yalong plans to learn from the Romans and change jobs.
Javelin; the other players are also gearing up, and I'm afraid there will be a big battle this evening."
"Cao Cao's men have collected almost all the torches stored by the logistics officer." Li Wei said doubtfully, "I watched them line up in a long line, collecting and collecting... Why are they collecting so many torches? Open them.
BBQ party?”
Xu Tu was stunned for a moment and asked: "Cao Cao's men? Did you read that correctly?"
"You read that right, those idiots under Cao Cao always dress their armor neatly no matter where they are, so they can be recognized at a glance."
"What's going on with the three hundred idiots?" Xiao Xiao asked curiously, "Could he be practicing again?" [
Among the eight captains of Xiyuan, Cao Cao's intelligence level is completely different from the other seven. This eternal hero has a deep mind and extremely powerful methods. When the game first started, players flocked to the Xiyuan Army because
Everyone knows that following Cao Cao has a bright future, so each captain only has a recruitment quota of 300 people, but there are more than 500 people competing on his side - according to the system prompts, people born in
[Afterwards, they will set fire to it and destroy the evidence...]
[So professional! Is he really an engineer and not a terrorist? 】
[Black-hearted ghost! This guy is definitely the same as Cao Cao! 】
No matter what everyone thought, evening arrived on time.
Chun Yuqiong's five-person team stood on a hill in the corner of Yizhuang Dungeon, watching from a distance the mighty army of players surrounding the small Zhuangzi.
"It seems that my prediction was slightly wrong. These Yellow Turbans are not powerful at all." Xu Tu shook his head, feeling very regretful, "I originally thought that the system would delay the Yellow Turban Rebellion until after the Xiyuan Army was established, and would strengthen them appropriately.
I never expected that a loser would still be a loser."
Indeed, compared to the murderous army of players, those messy guys with yellow scarves on their heads in Zhuangzi are just a ragtag group.
"If we fight like this, it may only take a few minutes for all the Yellow Turbans to die. As a result, we won't even get a chance to play..." Cheng Peng sighed, but he didn't feel it was a pity. He always didn't like this kind of messy melee.
, "Such an enemy shouldn't be able to produce anything good. Should we still carry out the planned plan?"
"Forget it, just watch the fun." Xu Tu stared intently at the players and the Yellow Turban believers who were confronting each other at the entrance of the village, with a sneer on his lips, "Maybe... there is still a chance."
He did not explain in detail to his companions, he just asked everyone not to relax and be ready to fight at any time.
[Even if it is an experience gift package, it should not be so easy to get... Unless the planners who designed the mission are stupid, there will definitely be variables in this battle!]
[This mission is issued to all Xiyuan Army players. It is said that nearly 900 players should all participate in the battle, but one of the two core combat forces among the players, Cao Cao's elite troops who already have a bit of professional military temperament, are gone.
Elsewhere, is the fighting power of those in the Guild with big guns really sufficient? 】
[At this time, in this situation, you can't just say "No problem, it's fine"...]
[However...if those three hundred idiots also come, we have no chance at all and can only watch and watch. Now that they have not come, our chance has come...]
Players have never had enough patience, so they did not confront the Yellow Turban believers for a long time. After only a few minutes, the two sides started fighting.
Almost in an instant, the originally tense situation took a turn for the worse and turned into a tragic battle situation.
The strange thing is that a group of players who looked sloppy but not chaotic did not rush forward, but surrounded the entrance of the village from a distance.
Among this group of players was a tall man wearing black thorn armor covered with barbs, who looked extremely ferocious.
One of the most famous players in the world of "Three Kingdoms", a well-known Chinese high-player in the gaming industry, a senior professional player, and the president of the Guns Guild, Zhao Yalong.
Zhao Yalong did not let the union members take the lead. Instead, he asked everyone to retreat and give up the frontal main battlefield. No matter how much advantage the players had, they would not participate.[
"Don't be tempted by those petty profits. It is impossible for such a large-scale mission not to have a few elite monsters and even bosses. Now these are just appetizers. If anyone rushes, let them rush. What we want is the final victory!"
Although for him and the Big Gun Guild, some Yellow Turban believers can only be called appetizers before the main meal, and are not even worth eating, but for ordinary players, these Yellow Turban believers are good enemies.
It's a little bit difficult, but it won't hurt your muscles and bones, and it's just for practicing your hands.
As Cheng Peng expected, the ordinary Yellow Turban believers were completely outmatched by the players. Less than a minute after the battle began, the players, led by some heavily armed warriors, broke through the Yellow Turbans' defense, smashed the gate, and rushed into Zhuangzi.
These Yellow Turban believers did not wear armor at all, and their weapons were pitifully crude. They even carried pitchforks and wooden sticks. They were just ordinary farmers after all. Facing the fully armed professional soldiers, they could not do anything at all.
Without any decent resistance, it was simply a one-sided massacre.
【Not interesting at all!】
Cheng Peng sighed and was about to leave when he heard fierce shouts of killing coming from the manor.
[The sound is wrong! The battle suddenly became very intense!]
Even people with no combat experience at all can hear the change in the battle situation from the originally unilateral shouts of killing, suddenly mixed with a large number of clashes of weapons and angry shouts and curses.
In less than half a minute, the players who had just rushed in with great momentum retreated in embarrassment, but the number was smaller, and many of those who rushed forward were injured.
Those who forced them back were many tall Yellow Turban believers holding weapons. These Yellow Turban believers also did not wear armor, but they seemed not to be afraid of being injured at all. They did not pay attention to the swords and shots one by one, but instead swung their weapons to attack, and
They are very powerful and can often knock players away in one go.
Players have never been afraid of death, but not being afraid of death does not mean that they are not afraid of pain. When encountering such an enemy, they immediately became confused. Although there were not many casualties, their momentum was suppressed, and some were gradually killed until they collapsed.
momentum.
"Wait a minute!" Xu Tu pressed Cheng Peng's shoulders and said to the eager people, "Don't underestimate Zhao Yalong and the others. They can handle this kind of formation."
Before he finished speaking, as if they had made an appointment, sixty or seventy of the players from the Gun Guild who had been watching stepped forward, each with a four-foot javelin in their hands.
Although it might be a waste to use javelins to deal with these enemies, Zhao Yalong knew that the morale of the players was on the verge of collapse. If the situation was not restored, the Big Gun Guild would have to fight alone, so he made a prompt decision and asked the members to come up with weapons for this.
The trump card for war preparation.
Dozens of players, divided into several waves, threw their javelins.
The howling winds were heard in unison, and for a moment a black array of guns filled the sky, giving people an overwhelming feeling!
The power of javelins is far beyond that of bows and arrows. Although players have not yet been able to advance to the star level, throwing them with all their strength at such a close range, coupled with the weight of the javelins themselves, has made them an out-and-out murderous weapon.
Those yellow scarves who were not afraid of death were stabbed by javelins one after another, and they were nailed like hedgehogs. Although they seemed not to know the pain, it did not mean that they would not die. They were stabbed by several javelins like insect specimens.
Fighting each other, or even nailing them firmly to the ground, these guys let out low roars one after another, and then stopped moving, turning into streaks of white light and disappearing.
In less than ten seconds, the Big Gun Guild killed dozens of weird Yellow Turbans!
