My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2316 -773: Damn It, Blow Them Up!

“Brothers, keep pushing! We’re almost at the designated coordinates!”

Underneath the soil layer of the Wolf camp, the player strategist known as “Domestic 003” was swinging an engineer’s shovel, continuously widening the upward-slanting passage. He no longer showed any of the high spirits from three days ago; now, his entire body and equipment were covered with dirt and sweat stains, looking disheveled and unkempt, just like those defeated adventurers.

But his mental state was still excellent.

So good that he was almost exhilarated.

He shouted out like a foreman, but the surrounding players and NPCs did not respond to his enthusiastic cheer.

Darn, everyone’s been digging here day and night for three whole days and nights. Now they’re completely exhausted, who has the mood to respond to your lousy motivation? Especially those Nord who were half-forced because their officers were drunk and dragged over to dig pits, they looked at 003 with eyes filled with resentment and anger as if they’d just lost their parents.

After all, doing grueling construction work for three days straight is way more tiring than holding a position against Wolf People.

It’s not just irrelevant to the thrilling combat these Nord crave; it’s completely unrelated. If it weren’t for the superiors on top pressing them, and if the Commanders of Shadow Valley weren’t continually sending people over to help, indicating this was indeed an official action, they might really have grabbed this weak Transylvania staff officer and given him a beating.

What was promised to be the great endeavor against the Wolf People and the Black Disaster, turned into treating the brothers like unrewarded mining laborers in your hands?

“Damn it, the only reason I believed in your crap that night was definitely because I was drunk!”

Beside the now fully “shovel-wielding class” 003, a sturdy Nord Commander was breathing heavily and complaining:

“You surely used some evil Transylvania Secret Technique to beguile my mind, making me willingly bring my brothers here to suffer. By the God of the North Wind, ever since my ill-tempered old man drank himself to death, I haven’t worked this hard since.”

“Come on, we didn’t even say more than five sentences that night, alright? You jumped up yourself and begged to join, how could that be my beguilement?”

Hearing this complaint for the hundredth time in three days, 003 was rather unsatisfied and retorted boldly with his engineer shovel in hand.

Through three days of close interaction with NPCs, he developed, much like other newbie players, a unique feeling towards these lively NPCs of Transylvania.

They are not rigid AI products; they are living human beings, with their own personalities, emotions, and those personal traits and some bad habits you can spot at a glance. But these flaws did not damage their image in the players’ minds; instead, their imperfection made them seem more real.

Just like this Nord beside 003, named Ivan Koff.

His unit was not the famous Winter Wolf Army but an elite force drawn from Ice Bay’s Border Defense Force. Their constant dealings with Barbarians made them battle fiercely, but not being the Winter Wolf’s direct lineage made them unvalued in Shadow Valley.

His superior had already died in battle four days ago, yet Colonel Basomiyang of the Winter Wolf Army had not assigned them a new commander.

This was actually good news for Ivan Koff, meaning the Winter Wolf Army had already tacitly agreed to his promotion and silently approved them to represent the Nord in this “underground assault” action. However, this indifference itself is hurting to this bold Nord soldier.

He can willingly sacrifice for the country and stand fearless in the face of the advancing Jackal army, but he also wishes for the respect and admiration of his comrades, not this kind of oblivion.

This truly chills him to the heart.

A few minutes later, the group working in the tunnel changed shifts, with Chen Long, who had just resurrected yesterday, leading members from the “Unyielding Pride” guild to continue the digging.

Revived just yesterday, Chen Long and his brothers were full of vigor, discussing eagerly how to slaughter those dog-like Wolf People once the surprise tunnel was through, watched by Ivan Koff as he blinked repeatedly while eating his boxed lunch by the side.

He nudged Domestic 003, who was munching on a stuffed bun, and whispered:

“Are people from your side always this confident? This tunnel could be discovered at any moment now, and if the Wolf People or the Gnolls find us, all our work will be wasted. Why do they act like we’ve already won?”

Come to think of it, I’ve interacted with other warriors in Shadow Valley, and you all seem not to consider the possibility of failure…”

“Because to us, the cost of failure is just death, and we do not die!”

003 gulped down the bun and gave this explanation to the friend he had made in the past few days before grabbing a second bun to quickly replenish his hunger gauge.

Sitting on the broken rocks, he watched as the newbies lined up with small trolleys to transport the dug-out dirt, while some playful ones made themselves shoulder poles and swayed back and forth with baskets of dirt, creating a vivid sense of déjà vu that filled 003’s heart with even greater confidence in the combat operation he designed and promoted.