The number of words on the big electronic screen was refreshing crazily. The hot data almost blinded their eyes.
Red 364. Blue 75287.
In less than a minute, more than 50,000 people were wiped out. This is the power of money.
Lu Feng and others crawled back to the other side like drowned dogs. They saw that the river had been dyed red with blood. There were craters everywhere caused by explosions. Broken limbs and equipment were scattered everywhere. The scene was extremely tragic.
The Scarlet Guild did not pick up the equipment in the river for small profits. Instead, everyone took out their sniper rifles and killed those who had not had time to escape.
Most of the 100,000 brothers were lost immediately. Lu Feng felt his throat was sweet and his blood was rising. He almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood. He swallowed it back forcefully. His head was drowsy and he didn't even have the strength to curse.
Ding. The system has detected brain wave abnormalities. Whether the player decides to quit the game?
No. Lu Feng nodded without hesitation. If he quit now, how could he be worthy of those dead brothers? Even if he quit, the remaining brothers would have to put their lives on hold.
To fight or not to fight. The gunfire from the opposite side still seemed non-stop. From time to time, a brother died. The remaining people lay motionless in the grass. The ones with residual health crazily stuffed bottles of blood into their mouths.
"Boss, the brothers can't hold it anymore. Let's retreat." A team leader next to him shouted. His face was covered with blood. The mage robe on his body was riddled with holes.
Push. How can I swallow this breath? Lu Feng gritted his teeth and swung the sword in his hand on the ground. This is the most frustrating thing he has encountered since the game. One hundred thousand brothers. He didn't even touch the clothes of the person opposite him. It's hard to accept that so much has been lost. But judging from what happened just now, the God of Death has really spent a lot of money. So many grenades are just a waste of money.
"There are no grenades on the other side. How many brothers do we have?" Lu Feng couldn't help but ask. After statistics, there are still an assassin group of 8,000 people, a sharpshooter group of 4,000 people, a mage group of 12,000 people, and a priest group of 4,000 people. 6,000 swordsmen. 3,000 knights.
Since the Knights and Swordsmen were at the front just now, the casualties were also the heaviest.
"It's okay, we still have a lot of people. In this case, let's not rush to attack. Let's wait until dark. After dark, we will go there. Anyway, there are sharpshooters on the other side." As expected of the president of a large online game guild. Lu Feng has a lot of team fighting experience. Rich.
Seeing no movement on the other side, it was seven feet big.
Rui couldn't help but raise her head. "Brother Death, have those guys on the ground withdrawn? Why haven't you noticed anything for a long time?"
Ling Yun threw a cigarette casually and said with a smile: "Nope. I guess those guys are panting..." He tried to look across the way through the sniper scope. He saw dense white dots on the ground. Feedback from the thermal imaging scope Information. Those guys haven't left yet.
Ximen Chuipao climbed up and said, "Brother Death, give me a cigarette too. Those guys are not leaving. They probably want to wait until dark for Amway to make a sneak attack. We might as well retreat first."
Ling Yun looked at the time. There were still about three hours until dark. He didn't know if Murderer and Ye Shijing had taken action.
Just as Ling Yun and others were thinking, dense bursts of gunfire and explosions were heard in the distance.
The team led by Zhang Yinzhu and Zhang Xing moved forward along the way. The sound of gunshots and explosions in the distance was endless, but everyone seemed very relaxed. Because the more intense the battle in the distance, the safer they seemed here.
At this moment, there were rustling sounds in the jungle not far away. It seemed like many people were moving.
"Everyone, be careful. There seems to be an ambush ahead." Zhang Xing couldn't help shouting. The people around him immediately shuddered and stopped.
Beep beep beep.
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At this time, Zhang Yinzhu's voice communicator rang. It was a message from Tian Linger.
"Cousin, the assassin group of the Scarlet Guild has arrived next to you. Let your people keep their distance and prepare to take action."
So fast. Zhang Yinzhu was slightly startled. He winked at Li Ming next to him and said softly: "Tell the brothers to gather on the right and prepare to attack the awesome tribe. We are the eldest lady now. Those who disobey will have their wages deducted tomorrow. Pack up your bed and get out."
Zhang Yinzhu just sent a message on the guild channel. Everyone in the team was stunned on the spot. Didn't the old man get kicked by Oba? Did he want to rebel and help Xueer? What on earth is that?
Although everyone was confused, they did not dare to say anything. They followed the boss's instructions and collectively moved to the side.
The Longteng Guild originally had more than 10,000 members more than the Niu Ren Tribe, and its equipment was also very powerful. After all, they were all game experts hired by the Huaxia Group with money.
The Niu Ren tribe seemed to have sensed the strange movements of Longteng Guild. Zhang Xing couldn't help but asked: "Guild Leader Zhang, what are you doing?"
"What do we want to do? What don't we want to do?" Zhang Yinzhu looked forward and shouted. "Everyone, be careful. The Scarlet Guild is coming."
All the players in the Niu Ren Tribe shivered and looked to the side, looking extremely panicked.
This is a code. It means everyone should take action immediately.
Drawing out the long sword, silver light flashed and blood flew. Zhang Yinzhu stepped forward and hacked to death a mage from the Niu tribe next to him. The guy didn't even have time to open the magic shield.
"What the hell do you mean?" Zhang Xing pulled out the long sword. He never thought that Zhang Yinzhu would take action.
"It's not a joke. We just want to send you back to the city for free." Hoarse voices floated in the air. Killer Countless and Ye Quiet appeared beside him at the same time. They raised the knife and dropped it. Zhang Xing softly said He fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.
"Do it." Zhang Yinzhu roared. The people from the Longteng Guild had already shown their weapons, and they immediately went into full firepower.
There were ripples in the air. More than 6,000 bloody assassins showed their ferocious faces. The evil spirit above their heads was red and looked very dazzling.
The cattle tribe was caught off guard. Sharp blades, magic and bullets had swept in like a violent storm. In an instant, countless innocent souls appeared on the ground.
Things happened so suddenly. Those guys were all stunned in place. When they woke up, the situation could not be reversed.
This was a massacre. About 40,000 players in the Niu Tribe Guild were all put on the ground within ten minutes. Occasionally, a few fish that slipped through the net got into the jungle and fled in confusion.
The numbers on the screen of the Fantasy World headquarters building were refreshed crazily again. The blue casualties had reached 118,347, while the red casualties were only 1,854. What is this concept? Could it be that the Scarlet Guild is about to go against the grain?
(Last month I uploaded 700,000 words for the new book list. I was almost vomiting blood. This month I will resume normal updates. Thank you for your support. Thank you)
