Rebirth of the National Male God

"The plan to kill the opponent's commander is no longer effective. After the opponent is prepared, not only is it difficult to kill, but even if he succeeds, there will be a backup commander who will immediately take over."

In the eight directions, the eight branch commanders are replaced by numbers, and it is the No. 2 branch commander who speaks.

The commander of the No. 6 branch immediately shouted, "I'm going to be unable to stand it anymore. Why do they seem to know my plan and lay down ambush!?"

"No. 7, go to No. 6 for support." Qin Fan's deep voice sounded, calming everyone's minds, and calming down their restless mood.

But soon, the commander of the No. 7 branch yelled, "Fuck! There must be an insider, we were intercepted!"

The commanders are more or less prepared for the existence of the inner ghost, but the speed of the inner ghost delivering the news is too fast, right? You must know that even if you make a phone call, it takes time to send messages to each other. How could the other party send someone so quickly? Or could their commander have anticipated their plans in advance?

If this is the case, then it is really mind like a monster!

"Dark Blade, do it."

When these words sounded, most people didn't react. A group of invisible assassins from the No. 7 branch showed up, and immediately cut to the nanny profession of the light camp to cut off their retreat.

"Good job!" Commander No. 7 shouted, and quickly gave orders to the people below him to set up the formation. However, he was not happy for a long time, and the advantage he had just regained in front was once again hit by the sudden change into a disadvantage. "Damn! It's the hunter's fake death! The commoner professions who have used up their skills all retreat, and the T (meat shield profession) returns to defense! Hurry up!"

It’s just that hunters, who never come back to life, summon pets very quickly. A team of hunters summon pets at the same time, and the summoning direction is very organized. It happens to be a card slot summoning method, so that pets block the retreat of players in the dark camp. , and disrupt their formation.

Once the formation of the team battle is messed up, it is equal to losing half. The opponent's knights charged collectively, and the group of No. 7 in the dark camp was smashed into a mess.

The commander of the No. 7 branch has the courage to be the president of the Ten Thousand People's Guild. Faced with this situation, he did not panic and gave orders quickly. It is a pity that they were just dying and trying their best. Just resist it longer.

"What's going on? Is it a bug? Why does the bigger one feel that everyone on the other side knows my order?" the commander of Division 1 shouted.

"How can we fight this? Thousands of people have gone offline in my regiment!"

"Damn! I can't fight anymore! The more you fight, the more frustrated you get, call the GM! I want to report, the other party can definitely hear our audio system!"

The voices of the commanders of the various divisions were not only heard by the players in their respective regiments, but also reached Qin Fan's ears. As time passed, their complaints became more and more loud, and the situation that had stabilized turned to the other side again. The light camp was even more aggrieved than at the beginning——

At least at the beginning, it was suppressed by military force, only physical destruction. Now it can be said that it is a double-sided destruction of the spirit and body! Obviously, I used my brain to design the formation, but it turned out that the opponent seemed to have a foreknowledge, and could always hit their weaknesses at key points. As time passed, the psychological pressure on people increased.

"If you have time to complain, why don't you control your team and want to be treated like a vegetable?" Qin Fan said coldly.

His voice still brings great oppressive force to people. Upon hearing this voice, no one dared to oppose him directly. After a short period of calmness, the commander of the No. 2 branch suddenly said: "Brother Gun, do you think it is still possible to go against him now?" Any chance of winning?"

"Yes." Qin Fan said.

Although it's just one word, it somehow gives people a sense of security and lifts their spirits.

"Brother Gun, what can you do?" Commander No. 1 asked.

"Wait."

"what?"

Qin Fan did not explain.

Only a group of people were left holding a glimmer of hope and continuing to resist tenaciously.

However, resistance is resistance after all. As more and more people die, although they can be resurrected, they will also lose level experience if they die on the battlefield. Just to be cannon fodder.

I don't know how many players played the game disheartened, especially the female players who originally played the Eternal Throne for Si Huang, and died under the group skills as soon as they played. Their slender hearts were devastated, and because they didn't see Si Huang online, they were even more frustrated and lost all motivation.

Some more sensitive and fragile fans even went to Si Huang's V blog to express their grievances, with a lot of crying expressions, expressing that they were physically and mentally abused by the game and needed His Majesty's comfort. The one who spoke a little too aggressively also said that Sihuang's words don't count, and he insisted on dying more than a dozen times, but still didn't see Sihuang appear. Could it be that he wanted to go through the motions again in the final defeat?

"Hey! I know that the exam is more important, but I'm here for His Majesty... how about fighting together?"

"Your Majesty, I'm dead again. Without you, I can hardly hold on!"

"The knights swear to defend His Majesty to the death, I believe in Your Majesty! Although my ability is limited, I will wait for His Majesty to personally conquer!"

Most of the comments look exaggerated in Secondary School, why bother for a game? But who can deny this sincerity? Sincere feelings! For one thing, you have worked hard and sincerely, as long as you feel it is worth it and get happiness from it, then this thing will become meaningful.

The faction battle has lasted for nearly an hour without knowing it, and everyone's spirits are in a state of excitement. Compared with the excitement of the light camp players seeing victory in sight, the atmosphere in the dark camp is obviously much heavier. However, the players who couldn't stand it long ago went offline, and those who are still persisting now have forgotten why they persisted, maybe it was for a gamble, maybe a miracle, or maybe it was for a promise?

In fact, many people don't think about it that much. They hear the shouts of the commanders in their ears. The hoarse voices are accompanied by the sound of skill effects and the background sound of the game, and then they start to stand according to the order. .

died? Resurrect, run away from the corpse, and return to the battlefield! If you have the ability, kill me (old lady) to level zero! Otherwise, you have to use a skill to come out after death, and being able to drag one to be buried with you is one!

In such a heavy atmosphere, a low sound that everyone can hear is naturally ignored by most of them. It's like the sound of the headphone jack just plugged in, a bit empty and noisy.

"Sorry, I'm late." Immediately afterwards, a low-mellow and gorgeous voice sounded, as if a clear spring in hot summer drank down the throat, clearing the body and mind. "Now I will take over as commander-in-chief."