My players are so fierce

Chapter 465 464. It’s really a headache to have a boss who doesn’t cooperate with your work and you can’t afford to offend.

The killing of the senior corpse witch responsible for central command directly caused this elite skeleton army to lose its command.

Although it is impossible for the corpse witch to be the only commander in an undead army of thousands of people, it is naturally the strongest at the core. Without its control, the hive has lost its queen. No matter how hard the remaining low-level corpse witches try, The gathering of troops could not restore the already chaotic undead army to a fighting posture.

The vampires that flew over from several nearby sentry towers had only time to clean up the battlefield.

The most difficult part has been completed by Lao Qin and his young "apprentices". Next, only targeted sniping of low-level corpse witches can completely eliminate the threat of this skeleton army.

Although the skeletons wandering here will still cause big trouble to the traffic lines, these things can be left to the newcomers on the western front to deal with them, and they should be used as training.

When Ah Yun led people to find Hongmao, the guy was squatting beside a muddy water talking about something, looking like he was stimulated.

Several NPC soldiers nearby did not dare to come forward. As long as they got close, they would be attacked by Hongmao.

The miserable posture on the other side meant that the intensity of the battle that this guy had just experienced was far more intense than others imagined, and he was a damn administrator who was not good at fighting.

"Poor little one, you probably haven't been able to sleep well these past few nights."

Ah Yu complained and asked the NPC servants to disperse. He stepped forward to greet Hongmao, but as soon as he got closer, the other party let out a heart-rending howl, raised his rifle and stabbed him.

But such skills were of no use against an experienced player like Ah Yu. The vampire nimbly dodged the player and punched him on the wrist at the same time.

The weapon fell to the ground, and Hongmao himself was held down by Ah Yu as he tried to pull out the grenade pin on his body.

"Hey! Wake up."

Ah Yuan clamped down on Hong Mao's neck and roared. Seeing that it was of no use, he shook his head and slapped her twice. Only then did Hong Mao wake up from the crazy state just now.

The moment he saw Ah Yuan's worried expression, he burst into tears, hugged Ah Yuan and screamed:

"They're all dead. I'm the only one left. Wuwuwu, they're all dead."

"I know I know."

Ah Yun hugged him and patted the guy's back helplessly. He whispered:

"We have fought many miserable battles before, and I have never seen anyone as fragile as you. Alas, it is not good to have too much emotion.

It seems that you are really not suitable for such an exciting battle.

Don't cry, be strong. You can see them in three days. If you really feel guilty about them, follow me to clean up the battlefield now.

You guys, a dozen or so, are really powerful. You killed so many undead troops in one go. According to the rules of the Swamp War, you can keep half of all the seizures, and the remaining half must be handed over to the People's Army Logistics Department.

grass!

You guys are really getting rich.

Such a big victory will probably allow your commander to go directly from reserve private to corporal squad leader. But if he plays so well, he must be a P Club player, right? "

"Bah, Lao Qin is much better than P club players."

Hongmao wiped his tears, and then he felt pain all over his body. He groaned and rolled on the ground. Ah Yuan had to arrange for an NPC vampire to take him to the rear for treatment.

He planned to go to the battlefield to see and help these powerful brothers collect the spoils.

But as soon as Ah Yu took off, he heard the call from the car:

"Come to the Highlands! There's something left here."

"Damn it, it was almost completely burned down by flames and bombs, wasn't it? How can there be anything left?"

Ah Yuan exclaimed, flapped her wings and flew over.

This highland had been bombarded by flames and incendiary bombs. The terrain of the swamp was not very sturdy. After the burning fire was extinguished, a pit full of ashes appeared on the spot.

It was filled with the remains of the skeleton army that had been burned into black rotten bones, while Cheche was still waving his staff and throwing ice rays to extinguish the surrounding flames.

The vampire torturer pinched his nose and pointed at the strange black thing at his feet. He said with a look of disgust:

"This corpse witch has a good background. He was burned by an incendiary bomb at such a close range and he's still not completely dead."

"???Is it so resistant to burning?"

Ah Yu also became interested.

He squatted down and used his gauntleted left hand to lift up the weird skull that was burned and connected to the metal. The corpse witch's skin had long been burned away, leaving only a dark skull.

However, the skull was dotted with strange death runes. It was probably the effect of this thing that allowed it to survive Lao Qin's final attack.

But despite this, this high-level corpse witch was already extremely weak.

When Ah Yun lifted it up, the blue spiritual fire that lit in the eyes of the black skull had weakened to the point where only flames remained.

It stared at Ah Yu, moved its jaw bones with difficulty, and asked:

"You. Who are you?"

"Vampires of Transia, are you blind? Of course we are the vanguard of the Blood Vulture Clan and the sharp sword of Lord Murphy."

Ah Yun replied in a very formal manner.

However, the corpse witch scolded:

"No! You are not! You are not vampires, and they are not blood servants! I have never seen such crazy blood servants, you are not! If the Blood Eagle Clan had such ferocious and violent blood servants, you would have ruled the world long ago.

tell me!

Who are you? "

"Well, if you have to ask, then I will tell you that we are devils from another world, summoned by Lord Murphy, and we are bound to turn this bullshit world upside down! We want to burn the rotten of the old world and eat its ashes, then laugh maniacally and build our eternal hell on top of the burning ruins.”

Ah Yuan Zhong Er said extremely:

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Devil from another world?"

The weak corpse witch savored the answer. Under the astonished gazes of A'yu and Cheche, it actually let out a sigh and said:

"I see, I understand."

"You know nothing!"

Ayuan was amused.

He said jokingly:

"Is your corpse witch brain insufficient? Do you believe this kind of nonsense? But I think Sir Bella's thinking is normal, or is there something wrong with your corpse witch's brain? Tell me, who are you? ah?"

"hehe."

The weak corpse witch was about to be summoned back to the phylactery to enter a long dormancy. At the moment of departure, it whispered:

"Rotem Hugh Baldwin, this is my name! Feel honored, fellow devils of Transia, just now, you defeated General Winter Wolf."

"Fuck!"

This answer left Ah Yu and Cheche dumbfounded.

But before they could ask any more questions, the skull of the Corpse Witch in his hand lost all its spiritual energy and cracked into pieces.

Obviously, Lao Qin's final attack has destroyed the corpse witch's body. The reason why it persists here is to find out the details of these madmen. Judging from the way it announced its home when it left, the self-proclaimed "Winter" The guy "General Wolf" really took Ah Yuan's nonsense seriously.

"I remember that the supreme commander of the Crimean Fortress, the Yankee General Winter Wolf, wasn't named Baldwin?"

Cheche blinked and looked at the shattered skull in Ah Yuan's hand and said:

"So this guy is his ancestor?"

"Roughly the same."

Ah Yun threw away the bone residue in his hand with some regret.

His regret came from the fact that he might have missed a very important side mission, but he didn't care much. Seeing the power of aerial bombs and mortars with his own eyes made Ah Yu full of confidence in the upcoming major offensive.

He spread his wings and floated in the air, saying to Che Che:

"I heard that there are many powerful people buried in the swamp, not to mention the grandfather of General Winter Wolf. Maybe we can find more big people here in the future.

Walk!

Go clean the battlefield.

By the way, I'm writing a victory report to the People's Army Military Headquarters. This team is awesome! Maybe he can become our ace commando in the future.

Thanks to others' timely assistance, we were able to avoid embarrassment.

If this undead army really penetrates our position and makes dumplings out of us, our good reputation and early results will be over.

Alas, Major Ron specifically reminded us a few days ago that our front line was too long and we might be attacked by surprise. Ge Bao and I didn't take it seriously. Now it seems that people from Banco are better than wild people like us. There are many professional paths.

Regardless, we owe them a favor.

I will go to Gebao to discuss it, and I will give these brothers some compensation when they are resurrected. "

"Well, that's as it should be."

Cheche had no objection to this, and the two of them took action quickly.

At the same time, in the office of the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy looked at the application form of "Concierge Uncle Qin" with a solemn face. He realized that there was a problem with his "review work" and he actually missed such a big fish.

No!

This can already be said to be the level of a "deep-sea whale shark".

"Although I don't know your specific identity, based on the professional qualities you just showed and your age, I have enough reason to suspect that you at least have flowers on your shoulders."

Murphy held up his chin, covered his eyes and sighed:

"Alas, how can I, Transia, be so virtuous?"

"They've already come, you can't just send them back, right?"

Next to her, Tris looked in shock as she repeatedly watched the whole process of the highland battle collected from Ravnor's bird's-eye view. She held her chin and said:

"These guys are indeed powerful. It seems that the war histories on the forum are not bragging. If our warriors can reach this level, the evaluation given by the corpse witch who calls himself 'Winter Wolf General' is not excessive. .

Maybe we could rule the world in the future? "

"Huh, you're thinking too far, aren't you?"

Murphy complained:

"It's better to fight the current battle first. Although we have confirmed before that we will not intervene, more and more evidence is proving that my cute little players are likely to create a war that is beyond me. Anticipated miracles.

I can't sit still in the back.

Whether it was the previous divination, my still unfounded worries, or the current situation, they all prompted me to go to the swamp.

Even just sitting there. "

"Okay, go ahead."

Tris didn't stop her this time. She took out an exquisite bat pendant from her close-fitting clothing, handed it to Murphy, and said:

"This is a teleportation spell that can send you back to me when you are most in danger. It permanently binds my real-time coordinates, but it is one-time use. This is the culmination of all my knowledge of space psionic energy. I hope it can protect you just like I am by your side."

"Okay, thank you wife."

Murphy replied eloquently, and while taking the pendant, he kissed Tris on the cheek. The Blood Vulture Archduke rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.

He even acquiesced to the overly arrogant title.

But when Murphy stood up to leave, Tris suddenly asked:

"You must go there not necessarily because you are worried about the recurrence of the war. I guess you don't want to miss the first performance of your 'Vampire Air Force', right?"

"Hey, that's smart."

Murphy shrugged, summoned his broad blood wings and flapped them twice, and said:

“Not only do I not want to miss it, I even want to participate in it myself and experience the joy of the ‘Vampire Bomber’.

Although the Li Mei happy bombs currently produced by the arsenal are far from being able to ignite the swamp in terms of quality and quantity, at least this means that our force value is gradually improving, right?

I once said that the Battle of the Swamp was our preview of the Black Catastrophe, and I still think so.

Not only do my warriors have to find their own fighting styles on their own paths to power, but Transia as a whole needs to quickly adapt to our future fighting patterns.

Perhaps this is a fighting method that has never appeared on this continent. It represents 'advanced experience' from another world.

I had to be there for such an important moment. "

"Hmph, it's true that men all like 'big bang'. No matter you are twelve or sixty years old, you guys always like to destroy something to show your strength, just like a group of bored big boys."

Cuisi sarcastically said:

"If this world is left to women to rule, long-term peace will probably come."

"OK."

Murphy turned back, blinked, and said:

"After I conquer the whole world, I will help you ascend to the throne of the king of the world. My dear Tris, maybe you should choose a position to rule the world for yourself from now on. I mean, wait until you sit down You always have to make a stunning appearance when you ascend the throne of the King of the World.”

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"Team leader, we found some disturbing situations on the forum."

In Brother Zhongzhong's office, it was time to get off work after a long day of fishing. Brother Zhongzhong was feeling sad that he could finally go home on time to drink soup without being scolded by his wife. Brother Zhongzhong was drinking wolfberry tea from a thermos cup when he saw the prodigal son from the border town. He opened the door and walked in with a solemn expression.

He sat opposite Brother Zhongzhong, looked around, and whispered:

“There is a post on the forum that describes in detail the whole process of the battle in the swampy highlands. It was posted by a student gang called ‘Sanjin Sweet Potato Shao’.

His description mentioned a player named 'Uncle Qin, the concierge'.

The latter is said to have participated in a real war, and it was he who led the inexperienced students who successfully delayed the attack of the Corpse Witch army.

I think we should focus on this Uncle Qin. If possible, we should give him a separate file!

After all, there are not many guys in the country who have military experience and can lead people to fight back. Maybe they are external forces. Huh? Why do you look like you've been kicked in the balls? "

The prodigal brother looked in surprise at the loyal brother who almost spat out the wolfberry tea in his mouth with pain in his face. The latter waved his hand and said in a gentle tone:

"No, there's no need to check. There's no problem with that guy's identity, I promise."

"oh?"

The prodigal brother blinked and said:

"So, someone from the brother department? From the army?"

"Well, that's about right. Anyway, don't check. Just pretend that this person doesn't exist in the game. Don't care about anything he does. But if he takes the initiative to ask for help, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Brother Zhongzhong rubbed his neck, which was a little sore from accidentally swallowing too many wolfberries, and said:

"If you have nothing to do, get ready to get off work. Next week, a few of the civilian staff in our group will be able to enter the game. You can lead them and hand over the management of the 'Hymn of Loyalty' guild to them.

We can't capture a stronghold, but we have to prepare for what's next. "

"Well, I'll do it right away."

The prodigal brother stood up and left. The moment the door closed, the loyal brother let out a sigh of relief. He took out his phone and opened the communication list and turned to the "Old Boss" column.

But after hesitating for a long time, he didn't make the call.

I told Brother Zhongzhong not to go looking for him, but as the head of this confidential department, this old man doesn’t understand the basic principles of secret work at all. Why did you create such a big mess for everyone as soon as you entered the game? Hard work?

Is it true that some fashionable old men are like fireflies in the dark, so bright and outstanding that they cannot hide your turbulent heart no matter where they go?

Hello!

We are secret front workers, you should keep a lower profile!

If this continues, everyone might as well play with the aliens. Your actions will make it impossible for us to carry out our work, boss!

"well."

Brother Zhongzhong put away his mobile phone and let out a long sigh. The old man's face was full of helplessness and pain. He glanced at the "work plan" he put on his desk, and while packing his things and getting ready to go home from get off work, he thought about it in his mind. :

"Three days later, when the first batch of incendiary bombs are delivered to each front, these guys will start a massive bombing. The Jackals' outer defense line is expected to collapse within a day, and then there will be an exciting siege battle. That's it. I wonder which lucky person will come out on top?

Alas, we logistics personnel are miserable and cannot go to the battlefield to play big bombs, but I heard from Sharon that the halflings have walking machines specially designed for combat.

When will I get one and stage a Gundam battlefield in Transia?

Um!

Gangdamu is free, who says it must be a stupid bipedal robot? "

He thought about leaving the unit, but he ran back a few minutes later, put the helmet he forgot on the table in his arms, and then left with satisfaction.

We are an old married couple, how can we get through the night if we lack this thing?