My Players Are So Fierce

1396: 471.

Development Team: Due to environmental and other factors, we have recycled instance materials!_2

1396: 471.

Development Team: Due to environmental and other factors, we have recycled instance materials!_2

This young man couldn’t help but grumble:

“True to the name of the War God…

The little tubes in our hands have immediately turned into Mrs.

Bull’s.”

“We’ve barely started.”

Old Qin, lying in the trench with a rifle as a pillow, holding a stalk of grass in his mouth, disdainfully commented:

“The Goldenrod People are currently just using medium and small caliber field artillery.

I’ve chatted with the Witch Hunters before.

Inside the Pioneer Fortress, there are heavy cannons designed specifically for destroying fortifications and walls.

Marshall Loren stubbornly insisted on extending the steam railway tracks near the Pioneer Fortress.

It’s said that it’s for the purpose of transporting ‘super heavy cannons’ to the front.

The size and weight of these things mean they can’t be transported by normal means.

They have to be mounted on steam trains for assembly and rapid deployment.

From what I see, artillery development on this continent is nearing the standards of the Napoleon Era.

If another big war breaks out, it might just push it to the threshold of World War I.

However, the engineering technology here is quite peculiar; the tech tree has gone totally wonky.

They can make such formidable cannons and match them with a ‘fire-control system’ driven by Calculating Pearls, yet they can’t come up with fully automatic weapons.

They also neglect the development of individual weapons, and the overall war mode is still stuck in the era of cold weapons.

Even considering the factor of Spiritual Energy, this is too strange.”

“I don’t think it’s weird!”

“The Bottle of Tomato Ketchup” on Old Qin’s other side quietly objected:

“Lord Qin, you’ve also seen how those old vampire players fight.

The efficiency with which they wield Psychic Weapons to slash through the Undead is much faster than us shooting bullets slowly.

If a sword can solve the problem, there’s no need to bother with making guns, right?”

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

Old Qin nodded, then glanced towards the mountaintop, saying:

“Cover your ears!

They’re about to start a barrage to destroy the enemy positions over there.

Once the shelling ends, it’ll be our turn, the soldiers.

Remember what I’ve taught you over the past few days!

Don’t just charge and shoot blindly.

Once on the battlefield, you have to learn to cooperate with your teammates.

Unless you’re a true Superman war wolf, never think about handling everything on your own.

That reminds me.

Load your rifles with the Burnt Gold Bullets you bought from the Goldenrod Vanguard Camp.”

“Damn, these things are expensive.”

Threejin Sweet Potato Burn reluctantly pulled out a special bullet pack from his waist pouch and filled his beloved trench gun, murmuring:

“We only get one of these for free on the front lines.

After that, we have to buy them with our own money.

The cost of one small pack of Burnt Gold Bullets would buy you ten large packs of ordinary bullets.

Maybe we should just use the regular ones?

Save these good bullets for the boss.”

“Bullshit!”

Old Qin slapped Deep-fried Sweet Potato on the forehead and reprimanded:

“What’s more important, your life or your money?

What are you thinking about saving at a time like this?

We’re the first to charge, do you know how high the mortality rate is?

Are you treating this as a game?”

“But this is a game!”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato retorted pitifully, leaving Old Qin momentarily speechless.

Alright.

In their eyes, this was indeed just a “game”; maybe he was being a bit too harsh.

Thinking this, Old Qin shrugged and said:

“Whatever, keep them if you want.

But I think if the mobs are already this strong, you might not have the chance to fire at a boss.

Even if you do, there’s no guarantee you’ll hit your target.

Listen to my advice, lads.

We are all fresh recruits; don’t dream about making a big name in one battle.

Hone your skills, and maybe next time you’ll make your mark.”

“Boom boom boom”

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of huge explosions tore through the quiet of the battlefield.

The tremors of the earth reached the temporary trenches, immediately causing a ghostly wailing and howling, with many people covering their ears, rolling on the ground and screaming that they would go deaf.

However, those who had heeded the warning earlier covered their ears, opened their mouths slightly, tilted their heads back, and watched the position in front of them being “repeatedly trampled” by twenty cannons’ rapid fire.

Naturally, firing from high to low gives you the “advantage of terrain”.

Plus, the artillerymen of the Exploration Corps were really impressive.

One wave of bombing was like a flaming blade, splitting the undead position in the middle.

After the continuous bombing sweeps, even the aggressively spirited Undead Army wilted, with gunpowder smoke and dust flying everywhere, filled with craters and limbs.

Teacher Li, who had been waiting in the trench for a long time, was the first to jump up.

Wearing a full set of chainmail and holding a large sword, he swung it forward fiercely while Catch Shrimp timely sounded the familiar charge bugle.

The next moment, hundreds of players wielding weapons and NPCs assigned here under the guise of the “Punishment Camp” let out a ghostly howling battle cry.

They leaped from the trenches, launching an individual soldier charge towards the front.

The bombardment hadn’t even stopped yet!

These guys were charging forward almost with the bombardment overhead, showing none of the legendary “new recruits fear artillery” timidity.

Instead, they exhibited a stray-dog-like freedom and madness, and even a baffling “joy and anticipation”?

This scene made Major Ron on the mountaintop sigh helplessly.

He said to Major Dune Hop, who was in charge of coordinating the artillery support:

“I can never understand the thought process of these Transia People.

Our own soldiers wouldn’t dare to do this.

How can they be so assured of our fire support?

If just one artillery shell goes astray, they will be the first to be blown away.

Are these guys truly fearless?”