My Players Are So Fierce

Eggs are so fragile, yet the walls are so strong.

The swirling purple-black corrosive storms were unleashed and soon pressed back by more gnolls, as if countless hands were trying to extinguish the flames.

Due to the extremely dense formation, even though 400 newbies ended their explosive tactics, they took down at least three times their number in gnolls and wolf people.

However, such fierce detonations couldn’t break the second line of defense held by the wolf people, which made Colonel Fraser realize the gravity of the situation and consequently ordered his artillery to bombard the “high wall” erected by the wolf people.

At this time, reinforcements of wolf people from other positions were fiercely breaking through the defenses guarded by the Winged Cavalry and the Rushing River Knights Group at the bottom of the high ground.

Time was running out for Old Qin.

“Again!”

Lord Qin clenched his fist and shouted:

“This time send 800 men!

You take the young men and charge with them; when the line is torn open, make sure to hold it open!

We need to allow space for the NPCs to pass through.”

“They are only ordinary humans, Lord Qin.

It would be better if we went instead of them.”

The bloodied Great Shark, having just charged through a wave, roared while holding his buzzing war axe:

“We can complete the kill mission!

If not, I’ll bring my head to you!”

“Stop joking!”

Old Qin glanced at Great Shark and said:

“Those look like 1000 Transylvania humans now, but once they charge in, they’ll become 1000 Blood Vulture Vampires.

If you old players think you’re more formidable than 1000 vampires, I can let you give it a shot.

Want to try, Great Shark?”

“Uh, never mind.

I may be reckless, but I’m not stupid.

I understand simple math.”

Great Shark grinned, caught his breath, and then roared as he charged back into the front lines with his Vam’s Decapitator.

800 newbies from the Dare-to-Die Team were quickly selected out, and Lord Qin reminded them before they set off:

“Don’t rush to explode mindlessly.

There’s no time to teach you the rule of threes, but have you seen war movies?

Do you know how to perform a stair-step charge?

100 people per group, split into 8 groups; after the first group blows up, the next group goes.

The goal now is not the kill count, but to open up the second line of defense quickly!

Brothers!

Your support scores are already enough to exchange for all types of armor and weapons at the Blackflame Mountain Pass Army Supply Point; you’ve already got what you wanted.

But I want to tell you, tonight we can achieve more than just getting a set of armor here!

We can achieve something greater!

We can grasp victory in this war with our own hands!

We are not spectators, not faceless men, nor echoes in the backdrop of history!

Look here, look around!

We are the main characters in this battle, and a new future will be created by us, with our own hands!

Not hiding it from you!

Tonight, I didn’t plan to go back alive!

Either we win and return as heroes, or die here as martyrs…

after you charge, it’ll be my turn, brothers.

Tear open that line, send our NPCs in!

This position will be toppled by us, and this high ground will become as legendary as the Fortress of Courage after tonight.

No matter how many wolf people come, they won’t change this outcome!

We…

we’ve already won!

But we’re not satisfied yet!

We want even more victory!”

“Damn!

Let’s get fired up!”

Though not an old player, the volunteer War God Dasaen from the Newbie Dare-to-Die Team held up his Adventure Assistant, still live-streaming, and shouted to his audience in another world:

“Dear viewers, brothers, I’m going to charge!

Soon you’ll see my heroic sacrifice in person, we’re not doing any fancy tricks!

Just charge as we say!

Charge, charge, charge!

Come on, brother!

Hand me the flag!

My level is high, I can hold out longer.”

He reached over to the newbie “Tata Open” next to him to grab the People’s Army battle flag, giving it a few ceremonial shakes, causing Tata Open and another young brother to let out their youthful battle cries.

Grouped as the third team, they followed the path and footsteps of the previous newbies, charging with cries, hurling explosives, and getting as close as possible to the fierce wolf people before detonating amid the flames from the Molotov cocktails.

This time, the newbies adopted Old Qin’s tactics, no longer bombing aimlessly but charging resolutely in stair-step formations group by group.

This change caught the wolf people off guard.

Sensing the danger to their position, they attempted to block the torn “crack” from both sides, but eight consecutive major explosions thoroughly thwarted the wolf people’s efforts.

The old players had gone berserk by this point.

Seeing the newbies struggle to tear open the position, how could they give up such a good opportunity?

Among those charging were the vampires who activated Bloodthirsty, and Brother Meow and his group once again unleashed Divine Arts, turning most of the high ground into a sea of green grass.

At the crucial moment, the Knight of Liwen finally completed the ritual to communicate with the Eastern Holy Spirit.

She, being merely the Eye of the Holy Spirit rather than divinely chosen, needed these rituals to summon the power of the Star Realm Dragon to descend onto the material world.

At this moment, LiWen’s left eye had completely transformed into a Jade Snake Pupil, and with her furious roar in the language of Calum, vast quantities of green mist gathered into purifying rays under the night sky, granting allies a third damage immunity through “Wind Form Cloud Body” while showering the opposing wolf people with purifying jade flames as punishment.

Half the night sky was set ablaze with jade’s fiery storm!

Like daylight.

The flames that fell on the ground turned it into a track of glazed marks, while the War God Dasaen, with the battle flag held high like a charging suicide bomb truck, shouted bizarre war cries like “Fight, awesome!” and, leaping over a fallen comrade, incredibly reached the forefront.

Ahead were four or five red-eyed wolf people waiting for him.

Dasaen, eyes crimson-red, drew power from the last desperate curse amid the barrage of online comments praising his prowess, finally causing the last corner of the second defensive line to explode in a purple-black storm.

The wolf people still wanted to counterattack.

But with blood wings fluttering, Maxim descended from the sky, scattering the surrounding wolf people with his skull-breaking blows of the Bloody Wing Split Earth Slash.

Following closely, Lionea soared over a few hundred meters to the third defense line, directly targeting the Split Claw General’s command tent.

Behind them, a thousand People’s Army soldiers, under the players’ escort, charged into the core of the wolf people’s positions, engaging in a skirmish with the Split Claw Chieftain’s elite guards.

They were unlikely to survive as humans.

Yet, even so, not a single person retreated at the last moment.

“Now it’s time to kill!”

Old Qin, wielding his chain saw sword and hacking madly amid the splattering blood, shouted to the players beside him:

“Don’t hold back anymore, fight to the last moment…

Huh?

Who are they over there?

Why is there another army?”

“Lord Qin, you’re confused; that’s Colonel Fraser’s artillery unit.

Look, they’re flying the Cape Family’s battle standard, seems they’re out of artillery shells and joined on foot for support.

Is that sniping for assists?”

“Sniping, all for sniping!

Let them snipe!

Getting to this point is already our limit.

Sigh, the number of players is still too few, not enough for great use!

Next, let’s see if our NPCs can deliver.”