Chapter 662 661 Are you Transians still finished? Making a surprise
Chapter 662 661. Are you Transians still finished? Are you addicted to creating wonders?
While Maxim and Leonia led the people's army into the vicinity of the Splitclaw Overseer's tent, the players who were still alive began to let go.
All the gnolls in the entire vanguard position were rushing towards the Overseer's camp. They obviously wanted to rescue their great Overseer from the thunderous offensive of the brutal Transians.
But to do this, these guys have to get over the "human wall" formed by the players first. After the players send the NPC responsible for beheading to the designated area, they no longer have to worry about anything, and the only thing left is
Enjoy the fight.
After all, the original purpose of this operation is just to help 1,600 newbies quickly obtain a set of honorary equipment. As far as the crazy battle process just now is concerned, after tonight, every player who participates in the battle will gain something incredible.
The amount of honor is worth it.
Now that the basic goals have been exceeded, players are beginning to pursue greater and more glorious results.
"Kill! Charge! Come with me! Vam is watching us! Give the Berserkers a great victory!"
The giant shark that has been bathed in blood is still as "full of energy" as when he appeared on the scene. This guy seems to have taken off his clothes and rolled around in the blood pool for a few times. With his current image of the bald and bloodthirsty man,
No one would believe him if he was not the chosen one of Khorne.
However, seeing the giant shark slashing back and forth with its battle ax without any signs of fatigue, one knew that Wam was very satisfied with tonight's battle.
That duplicitous berserker must have given the giant shark some strange power, otherwise at his current slashing speed, ordinary people's arms would have been numb long ago.
But on such an anxious battlefield, having a tireless formation breaker like Jusha has a great effect.
At least the newbies will be confident and morale.
After 1,600 new recruits carried out several assault and self-destruction tactics, less than 400 of them were left. However, they showed no fear and instead followed the giant sharks to charge back and forth in the enemy formation, as if they were furiously guided by the "bloody meteor".
Bulls.
Wherever the giant shark and his Wamu brethren rushed, they followed!
Fight with bullets and knives. When you run out of bullets, you swing your gun as a war hammer. When the knife breaks, you pounce on it with your teeth and fists. Fighting in blood makes people crazy. The mania of drinking the decisive wine makes people want to bring out the worst in their hearts.
All the memories were pulled out and torn into pieces.
The jackals in front of them seemed to have become what they hated the most, and the last blow must be a last-ditch and perfect exit.
Facing a group of such humanoid beasts, even gnolls would be afraid.
Wherever these crazy newbies go, no matter how brave the Jackals are, they will be driven back by self-destruction tactics without moral ethics.
At this level of killing, the newbies have become red-eyed and no longer choose any crowded place. As long as the mighty giant shark cannot defeat the enemy with one blow, there will immediately be newbies willing to step forward as sacrifices for victory.
Destroy the enemy with unhesitating force.
Often when a few corrosive storms flash by, the Jackal's position will be torn apart, and then giant sharks will "sneak in", and vampires will fly around in the sky throwing explosives, which will make the players stick to it for a while.
The ground felt strangely calm.
The tired brothers took the time to stuff some meat sticks into their mouths to replenish their satiety, and some were drinking alchemy potions that could refresh their minds. They formed a temporary defense line in this chaotic place, surrounded by celebrities.
Tong members armed with brutal chain swords approached and defended.
Everyone knows that the self-destruction of the newbies will not always be effective. Once the newbies are "used up", it will be up to these old players to hold up the final scene.
"Look! Colonel Fraser's troops are trapped!"
Mr. Qin, who was closing his eyes to rest, was awakened by Lin's shout beside him. He stood up suddenly and saw that not far from the area where the players were, the artillery of the Plantagenet Kingdom was attacked by a wave of jackals.
siege.
They probably want to rush over and join up with the Transians, but unfortunately they don't have a group of players who are brave enough to blow themselves up and kill the enemy. In addition, there are only a few of them. Facing this crazy sea of jackals and kobolds is really difficult.
It is difficult to achieve a quick breakthrough.
Colonel Frazier, who is usually ridiculed by many players as a "scumbag and a bitch", will also take part in the battle himself.
This guy held the commander's saber in one hand and a scarlet revolver in the other. While slashing the kobolds approaching him, he shouted loudly for his soldiers not to fall behind.
Fraser's adjutant held the battle flag of the Plantagenet Regiment, standing still like a rock washed by the tide, while the colonel's four silver guards were dispatched to the outside of the military formation to escort the soldiers forward.
And he is always ready to escort the colonel from the battlefield if the battle situation goes unfavorable.
"Master Qin, can you save me?"
Brother Meow Meow, who was dragging the dwarf's giant ax, came over and asked. The cunning social man looked around and whispered:
"Actually, it's okay if we don't save him. The situation is so critical right now. No one can blame us. The guy's guards are very powerful and they can always take him away. It's just pity for these soldiers who came here."
"How can we not save them? Let's put aside the grudges between the two countries. They are our comrades in helping us attack! We don't have the bad habit of being immobile when our friendly forces are in trouble."
Master Qin took a breath, swallowed a bottle of alchemy supplies that temporarily stimulated energy, and gestured to the Qing Dynasty veteran beside him. Immediately, a flag officer player pointed the battle flag in the direction of Colonel Fraser, who was trapped.
Where to live.
"Blow the horn! Charge!"
The old warlord gave an order, and immediately a soldier raised his brass horn and blew an exciting and sharp melody.
The surrounding players yelled and immediately gathered around, and as the cat brother and the warrior warriors charged for the formation arrows, they carried their weapons and slashed wildly. The psionic masters in the queue continued to throw out large-scale slow and static attacks.
With the use of physical skills, hunters no longer pursue precise shooting, and have replaced them with trench guns for fragmentary damage.
The undead manipulators began to release death spells and summoned weak skeleton armies from the corpses everywhere to buy a little time. Master Qin's "close comrade" Old Baldwin also became ruthless at this time. Maybe it was the Nords in their bones.
The activation of wildness temporarily overcame the indifference brought by death. In short, the flame attack technique was thrown around as if it was free of money.
The iron tube boys have replaced themselves with white phosphorus bombs. It is obviously no longer the time to talk about humanitarianism.
While they were advancing towards Colonel Frazier's position in the "Sea of Gnolls", the colonel himself breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the Transians' battle flag turn.
In fact, he should have retreated with his soldiers after all the shells were fired.
But the outer perimeter of this position has been besieged by jackal reinforcements coming from other places. Your army can risk retreating towards the Black Flame Pass. However, thinking about the outcome of being surrounded by warg cavalry several times larger than yours in the dark night is mind-boggling.
Scalp numbness.
In that case, Colonel Fraser decisively adopted a rather risky strategy, not retreating but continuing to move forward.
Facts have proved that the colonel’s bet was right!
The Transians did not use them as cannon fodder, but the major's overly ornate commander's armor quickly caused him trouble on this miserable night of war.
The three Jackal assassins targeted him almost at the same time. Just as the colonel was fighting bravely to kill the enemy, three figures suddenly appeared beside him. The silver guard flashed over and there was no time to intervene. The poison-quenched bone dagger pointed at
Pierce it through Frazier's fatal spot.
The colonel suddenly aimed at the nearest guy and fired his bullet, killing the assassin, but he could not dodge the remaining two attacks no matter what.
Is this the end of my life?
A trace of despair flashed in the colonel's eyes, and at this moment, a jade blast came quietly.
The green jade-like wind swept a figure down from the sky. In the scolding of the Golden Peach Knight, the knight raised his shield and struck hard, knocking the assassin in front of him to the ground, and the divine power belonging to the Eastern Holy Spirit was also thrown on the colonel.
Let the jackal assassin's sharp blade hit the shimmering shield with a clang.
The latter still wants to run away.
But the shining knight's sword pierced through it and cut off most of its head.
The colonel, who had narrowly escaped death, was sitting on the ground panting. He raised his head and saw his "ex-girlfriend" Bi Qi pushing away the visor of her helmet and staring at him with a sarcastic and a hint of happiness in her eyes.
.
"Hey, you weaklings should stay at the rear. Such an exciting battlefield is not the place you should come! My young master Capet."
Pinkie Pie scolded.
But he still stretched out his blood-stained gauntlet in front of Fraser. The colonel snorted and climbed up on his own without holding Pinkie Pie's gauntlet.
He loaded his revolver with incendiary bullets, took a sword from the guard who was almost scared to death, and when he rejoined the battle, he whispered to Pinkie Pie:
"Thank you, I owe you my life."
"Don't! I don't like others to owe me things, and I don't like to owe others things."
Pinkie Pie picked up her sword and shield, and while guarding Fraser, she said:
"I promised Earl Lyon that I would protect you, and what happened before was that I was immature. Miriam and Liwen both taught me a lesson, so the bad thing about breaking off the engagement is over, right?
We are still good brothers, right?"
"Well"
Fraser gave a strange look, but then shrugged and said:
"Okay, we are still good brothers. Then do me a favor, good brother Pinkie, and take my soldiers to join the Transians. Only by working together can we persist to the end under the siege of these barbarian lunatics."
"Okay, then follow me!"
Miss Pinkie was in a good mood, so she pulled up her mask, and then shouted, "The Holy Light is here!" She rushed forward like a bull, and knocked the jackal barbarian in front of her to the ground with a shield strike.
This terrifying fighting power made Frazier's eyes twitch as he followed behind.
Did Pinkie Pie eat something strange in Transia?
How did her combat power increase so quickly?
The single Colonel felt a strange sense of joy at this time. Maybe Pinkie's breakup of the engagement was not a bad thing? If he really wanted to be with her, this "domestic violence problem" might kill someone in the future.
A few minutes later, the two groups "running in both directions" merged smoothly.
Mr. Qin allocated some small barrels to these professional artillerymen for use. The combined manpower of both sides now is less than 800. Such a small number of people facing an entire camp of jackals and kobolds is like a small boat facing the storm.
Maybe a wave will destroy the boat and kill everyone.
"I said before that your battle plan looks like it was made by a group of lunatics. The worst part is that I was actually persuaded by you. I must be possessed by evil spirits."
Colonel Fraser stood next to Lao Qin. While he fired with his pistol and knocked down a barbarian soldier who rushed towards him crazily, he complained:
"But the result is not bad, right? The only regret of dying on the battlefield as a soldier is that you failed to achieve greater results."
"It depends on how you define victory, young man."
Lao Qin's blood volume has reached the bottom after several attacks. He is currently receiving treatment from Brother Huozi's rejuvenation technique. As a Druid of the Heart of the Forest, Brother Huozi has just killed a few jackals, leaving this iron tower.
The same big guy looks fierce.
Faced with Fraser's sigh, Mr. Qin remained calm. He looked back at the third position in the rear, where the flag of the Cadman People's Army still stood.
The NPCs haven't given up fighting yet, so how can the players admit defeat here?
"Hey, they're attacking again."
Lao Qin looked at the yelling jackals charging towards him again. The barbarians were stepping on the corpses of their compatriots to kill them, as if they wanted to scare the enemy in this way.
But they really think too much.
In most cases, the players are combat freaks with constant morale. You can kill them easily, but it is too difficult to make them afraid.
"If we can behead successfully tonight, then we will have achieved an amazing victory that we can be proud of. But the result of attacking the Jackal's vanguard position with more than 2,000 people and returning victoriously is so amazing that no one will believe it.
At this time, we need someone with status to write a battle report for us."
Mr. Qin stood up holding the blood-stained chain sword, pulled out the vial of decisive wine from his waist, bit open the stopper and took a sip into his mouth. He turned to Fraser and said:
"We are about to charge. If we die, you will be the last witnesses and the last warriors! I don't care what you do, but you must persist until Maxim and Leonia kill the enemy governor.
Can it be done? Plantagenet."
Looking at Lao Qin's eyes that had been ignited like fire, the colonel gritted his teeth. He also saw other warriors from the Loyal Praise Guild drinking the decisive wine and entering into a final fight to the death.
He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and said loudly:
"In the name of the Pioneer Legion and the Capet family, I will die to fulfill my oath of war! Salute you, dead people! Give me another bottle of your wine! I will also die here as a warrior.
"
"Don't be so sensational."
Lao Qin mentioned the chain sword and complained:
"You know, you can see us in three days."
After saying that, he was the first to rush out of the position. As the Qing Dynasty veterans blew the charge horn, more people followed him and filed out, like a flaming arrow, fiercely inserted into the jackal in front.
in the military formation.
Unstoppable!
"Oh my god, do your friends and companions always fight like this?"
Madam Judy couldn't bear to see the final fate of Mr. Qin and the others. She turned around and asked Xiao Weiming, who was loading more bullets into the Hammer Guard with great interest and still mumbling something.
"ah?"
Xiao Weiming raised her head in surprise and looked at her mother. She said curiously:
"Aren't players always like this? Is this surprising? Come with me, Mom, we will kill another twenty-three elite gnolls, which will be enough to buy you a shotgun specially designed for the shield dwarf lord.
La.
That thing is really exciting, let me tell you, I’ve seen it before.”
"Ouch, the flag has fallen! The jackal's flag has fallen!"
Xiao Weiming's words were interrupted by a burst of cheers. She and her mother turned around at the same time, and saw the towering Split Claw battle flag in the military governor's camp in the third position falling sideways like a felled tree.
The entire tent began to burn.
Warlord Splitclaw is dead!
The beheading was successful.
Xiao Ashina immediately cheered, other players also shouted, and some funny guys imitated poor jackal language, shouting in the dark, "Our army is defeated!"
The first to collapse were the kobolds on the battlefield.
Those guys lost their courage the moment they saw the battle flag fall, and most of them turned around and ran away. This escape left the jackal-encircled front full of holes. How could the players miss such a wonderful thing?
Opportunity?
They didn't even need to be commanded, they were attacking everywhere like crazy.
Colonel Fraser also lost his voice at this moment. He looked back at the soldiers behind him, then raised his command knife high and shouted with all his strength:
"Chase down the defeated troops! Preserve the victory! The time to counterattack has come, brothers, kill!"
So the Plantagenets woke up from their dreams and followed the wild Transians to hunt down the panicked jackals and dogs.
The colonel himself did not move.
It wasn't that he didn't want to participate in this exciting battle, it was just that after he breathed a sigh of relief, he sat down on the ground. Only then did he realize that his calf was bleeding continuously.
A female guard immediately stepped forward to help the shaky young master, but the colonel seemed not to feel the pain. He just stared blankly at the burning split-claw tent, and could vaguely see a vampire general holding a jackal's head.
Break out of the fire.
"What happened today is enough to be recorded in the family tree."
Fraser said softly:
"Finally, I have a victory that I can be proud of in my mediocre life. I have heard the story of the Transians' Fort of Courage, and I think that from tonight on, this place will become another place of victory.
Ah, I feel a little tired
I need to sleep for a while, it will be fine in a while, sister Miriam, please remember to wake me up during the victory celebration."
