The purpose of the entire ambush force is very clear: to stop the enemy at all costs, and to seize or destroy the core target while making the enemy pay a heavy price.
The commander-in-chief of the army is of course Cantian Dao and Liu Yifei, while others such as "Hua Lian" and Jian Chuan Xin, whom Liu Yifei met before, serve as unit commanders for frontline operations.
Of course, in the eyes of these people, although Liu Yun has become very famous recently, he is just a "newcomer" after all. He has never heard of his name in the gaming circle in the past, and there is no big brother or senior to replace him.
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As a result, in their hearts, this Liu Yun is naturally not qualified to command them, but Can Tian Dao is too senior and qualified. He is the biggest on the scene. With him supporting Liu Yun, it is natural for others to say nothing.
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Fortunately, Liu Yifei was also relatively self-conscious and had no intention of interfering with the command of this special force. Except for being more active when formulating the entire ambush plan at the beginning, he did not interfere in the actual command of the battle.
With Cantian Dao, an old man in the world, controlling the whole situation, and the front lines being left to the dexterity of experienced team bosses, this ambush battle with a huge disparity in numbers turned out to be really effective.
With Cantian Dao's order, the raid in the third ring was officially launched.
When I grabbed those NPCs and walked to the middle of the river, the ambush troops appeared again on the east side of the river.
Compared with the frenzied and scattered raids in the second ring, the entire raid members this time were relatively concentrated, with more than two hundred people lined up densely. The ghost warriors holding round shields were in front, and the gleaming sharp blades in their hands were hidden behind the shields.
, not only provides an extra point of effort to support the attack, but also can surprise enemies who may appear on the opposite side of the shield at any time.
Behind the protection of the shield warriors, there are more than half of the thieves and assassins. Without exception, they all hold up crossbows or arm crossbows in their hands. The arrows of the crossbow arrows filled on the machine frame are coated with a layer of dark green.
The unknown coating material obviously cannot be something as good as a healing potion.
Just as the elven players were stunned for a moment, they rained down like locust arrows.
Although there were only a hundred long-range units, they still displayed an indomitable momentum in the face of an enemy array of thousands of people.
There are no slogans shouted, no roars of risking life and death, this is a silent raid, cold and deadly.
The people who were hit by the first wave of arrows without exception had pieces of negative numbers representing continuous poisonous damage floating on their heads. Looking around, there were almost no people with less than ten HP per second, and they were all
Very effective poison
However, if this is the case, the assault team of about two hundred people will not be able to cause any substantial blow to the thousands of people crossing the river on the opposite side.
Although the successive attacks have made the elven players nervous, it also makes them hold back their anger. Once they find a point to vent, the gushing anger will devour everything that dares to stand in front of them.
And obviously, this team of only about two hundred people in front of them is the best punching bag in their eyes.
After the first wave of arrows is fired, the fatal weakness of the crossbow-type remote machinery begins to appear, that is, the reloading speed is too slow.
Although it has the advantages of longer range, higher accuracy, stronger basic damage, etc., on the ever-changing battlefield, just the slow reloading is already a fatal flaw.
Especially compared with bows and arrows, this so-called "slowness" is still four or five times slower.
The "River Crossing Troops" of the Elf players became completely angry after being stunned for a moment.
tmd How dare a few people like this dare to act so arrogantly? Do they really think they are clay bodhisattvas?
So completely subconsciously, the players stopped crossing the river one after another. When they saw that the opponent was still loading ammunition in the machine leisurely, 30% to 40% of the players immediately started to pull the bow strings to fight back.
For a moment, it was as if a bridge of arrows had been erected over the river, with a few spark spells or arcane missiles interspersed with it, falling towards the ghost assault team not far away.
All the ghost warrior players raised their shields and prepared to block, but the guys who were loading ammunition suddenly shrank down and put back their crossbows.
Without giving the opponent any time to react, the size of the assault force suddenly shrank, and the strike surface was greatly reduced. Coupled with the stacking of shields, the threat of bows and arrows was infinitely reduced.
Except for a few spells that caused appreciable damage, this round of counterattack actually killed less than ten people.
This time, the elf players were completely angry.
They feel that these people are not here to fight at all, but as if they are here to demonstrate what "cooperation" means and to humiliate them.
Or is there anyone out there who harbors a desire for revenge?
All in all, curses were heard everywhere, and words such as tmd, your mother, etc. were all over the regional channel.
The reaction speed of the elven players was not unpleasant. In just a few breaths, the team's professional adjustment was completed. The druid changed into a bear when it was time to fight, and the warrior changed into a bear when it was time to fight. The entire river-crossing team changed from the original chaos.
Rush north as a group and quickly adjust into a standard array shape facing east.
And at this moment, a blinding flash of light suddenly erupted from the center of the huddled ambush team.
This flash of light is not the radiance of a spell when a spell is cast, nor is it the soft and bright light of an illumination spell, nor is it the warm and clean holy light that is unique to a healing spell when it takes effect.
This intense light is a strange pale color, interspersed with sky-like blue, cold, and accompanied by a freezing murderous intent.
The brightness of the light when it first appeared was so intense that even the Elf players in the first few rows did not dare to look closely. Anyone whose eyes met this light could only tilt their heads slightly to avoid the dazzling feeling.
But the next moment, 70% of these people will never have a chance to look back.
In an instant, three large lightning bolts with a thickness of more than one meter burst out from the core position like three living silver pythons, and instantly jumped into the team of elf players on the opposite side.
And the players in the first few rows who went to the front were hit by rounds.
Violent and deadly powerful currents flashed from their bodies, not only killing their lives crazily, but also severely testing the durability of their equipment.
For example, some ordinary-quality cloth armors and leather armors were scorched and turned black the moment they came into contact with these powerful lightnings, emitting a strange and unpleasant burnt smell.
And I'm afraid it doesn't stop there.
These lightnings showed no signs of calming down and dissipating after taking dozens of lives. Instead, they became more and more unbridled like unscrupulous beasts.
Slightly smaller branch currents are constantly spreading out from the three main currents, causing more and more surrounding players to join the ranks of victims.
In just one breath, looking back, the elven player troops were already wailing.
In an instant, hell descended, and the players in the first few rows were electrocuted to death, while a full five or six hundred players were severely injured. Some even had only a trace of blood left, half lying in the middle of the river, twitching crazily.
Let alone avoid the subsequent attacks, it is now difficult for them to even move.
And just when everyone was attracted by this terrifying scene, no one noticed that the power of three chain lightnings had quietly seeped into the river water.
And just behind those people, on the west side of the river where no one was paying attention, there were several earthbags stirring strangely under the muddy river water.
