474.Chapter 472 471 Development Team: for environmental protection and other factors, I

Chapter 472 471.Development Team: for environmental and other factors, we have reused the duplicate material!
A few days after a trial attack was thwarted, the attacks on the three directions of Plague Town didn’t stop.

The player guilds on the three fronts had to wait for lineups and support to be put in place so they pressed on, but the casual players who had joined temporarily didn’t think so much.

They took turns attacking in their own way, and these new players’ courageous headbutts allowed them to understand the process of raiding a copy of Real Otherworld in just a few days, a process that also resulted in quite a lot of casualties because of the newcomers’ characteristic hairy hands and high eyes.

After a few attacks with loss of troops, the newcomers also learned their lesson.

They also began to learn from the veteran players, and began to group together to adopt various rather obscene but useful sneak attack strategies to try to challenge these copies of the elite soldiers.

First of all, Old Qin led four art students to capture two Hades Knights and exploded the Skeleton Horse by digging traps to lure them in and bombing them with small cylinders, and then in the following days, there were “small monster horse-drawn teams” being formed one after another.

Their mode of operation was quite obscene.

The use of slow magic or traps and other means to slow infantry monsters to realize the “monster” separation, and then focus on the elite undead on horseback, the action is quite precise and efficient, and after getting the hand, they run away without tangling with the undead that surrounded them.

Over and over again, it has developed into a “turn-based game”, which makes people laugh and cry.

This kind of situation where the two sides were facing each other in a “sit-in war” didn’t get better until the arrival of the supporting forces on the three battle fronts, and after the supporting forces were in place, the speed of the official raid on Plague Town was accelerated steeply.

On the hill camp occupied by the students, Major Ron, wearing a cap to cover his scarred and bald head, stood majestically beside the position with his commanding sword, holding binoculars as he and Colonel Fraser beside him looked down.

In the distant position behind the two men, twenty field guns from the Pathfinder Corps support had been lined up.

These objects of war glittered with cold light under the gloomy clouds of the swamp, pointing to the sky like thorns of steel. The well-trained artillerymen were busy adjusting the firing angle, and there were also specialized surveyors adjusting the special arithmetic pearls in their hands, so as to set up the firing plurals of the artillery.

These “regular soldiers” out of the scene so that the side also surrounded by a group of watching the new players, they are these artillerymen from the dress to the behavior of a series of harsh comments, and then intends to watch these NPC is how to play artillery up close, they also learn a hand or two.

Maybe it would be useful when it was their turn to fire the cannon later?
Major Ron’s previous injuries in the guard post had already healed, but the burned off hair and beard had not yet grown out, so his appearance would look a bit strange, but this did not affect the mood of this major who came from a general’s family who was pleased with himself at this time.

He and his men had proved their mettle by fighting in the swamps for some time now.

And now to be able to advance here and face the dangerous jackal vanguard head on, it represented that the soldiers of the Kingdom of Canary Flower had already touched the skirts of the Goddess of Victory in their fight against the vanguard of the Black Plague.

Although it was the Transylvanians who had charged ahead in this battle from start to finish, if this was taken as a war tie-in, then this victory had their share that could not be ignored.

“Now Pops has no more reason to call me a dude, and he always emphasized that scars are a man’s medal, ha, now I have a medal that belongs to me.”

Major Ron thought in his heart, he put away the binoculars, asked Colonel Fraser for permission and then turned around and mounted his horse, riding the skeleton horse that he named “Trophy” back to the artillery position.

Immediately, two artillery lieutenants came to report that they were ready to open fire to help the battle, Fraser brought 300 assault infantry have also been prepared, ready to be put into the battle, of course, without the frontline vampire’s instructions, these soldiers will not take the initiative to participate in the battle will only guard the artillery position.

“Target set ahead! Skeleton Army position on the outskirts of Plague Town! Artillery bearing confirmed, school artillery ready!”

Ron gave the order and the artillery immediately activated.

They checked the readiness of the twenty cannons one last time with a short and effective set of processes.

After everything was ready, the two field cannons on either side of the position fired one after the other, and with a low roar and ground shaking, two high explosive shells with gold-fired powder added to them exploded on the undead positions on the outskirts of Plague Town below.

Although the scene was nowhere near as amazing as when the incendiary bombs exploded, this kind of heavy weapon dedicated to attacking was definitely flavorful enough in terms of destructive power.

The two calibrated rounds hit very accurately, perfectly destroying one of the fortifications on the undead position, and the addition of the incendiary gold made the power of the shells when they exploded strengthened, and those flying pieces of broken pieces made the undead around the landing point almost blown into broken bones.

This really belongs to the movement of the war also let the western front players assembled ready to charge cover their ears, although some guys all day long in the forums screaming we need a real cannon, but in fact the scene in front of them is estimated to be the first time in their lives to see the cannon in action.

“Holy shit! This firepower is stronger than the mortar small barrels to I don’t know where ah.”

Three pounds of groundnut burns stared wide-eyed at the masonry flying across the undead position in front of him, and he witnessed the comical scene of an unlucky undead shield hand being lifted into the air by an explosion and turned into eight pieces.

The young man couldn’t help but spit out:

“Worthy of the God of War the small tube in our hands immediately turned into a cow lady.”

“Where has this gotten us?”

Old Qin, who was pillowing his rifle in the trench next to him, held a stalk of grass in his mouth and commented disdainfully:

“What the Goldfinch people are using right now are just small and medium caliber field artillery, I’ve talked to the witch hunters before, there are still heavy artillery in the pioneering fortresses that are specialized in destroying positions and city walls.

Marshal Loren stubbornly demanded that the steam railroad tracks be built near the Pioneer Fortress, and it is said that it is for the purpose of transporting the ‘Super Heavy Cannon’ to the front line, and the size and weight of that thing makes it impossible to be transported by ordinary means, so it has to be mounted on a steam train in order to complete the preparations and rapid transfer.

As I see it, artillery development on this continent is approaching Napoleonic levels, and one more major war might push it to quasi-WWI levels.

The engineering tech here is really quite odd though, and the tech tree is lit completely askew.

Can create such a powerful artillery can also be equipped with computing pearl driven ‘fire control system’ but can not get out of the fully automatic weapons, for the development of single weapon is also very uninterested, the overall mode of the Great War is even still stuck in the era of cold weapons.

Even if there is a spiritual energy factor in it, this is still too weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird!”

Old Qin’s “Bottle of Ketchup” on the other side of the table retorted in a low voice:

“Master Qin, you’ve seen how those old vampire players fought, the efficiency of them rushing up to cut down the undead with their psychic weapons is much faster than us using bullets to fight slowly. There’s no need to put effort into building guns when you can draw your sword to solve things, right?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Old Qin nodded, glanced over the hill again, and said:
“Cover your ears! The covering shelling that destroys the position will soon begin over there, and when it’s over it’ll be on the heads of us GIs.

Remember what I’ve been teaching you all these past few days!

Don’t just keep pounding away, when you’re on the battlefield you have to learn to cooperate with your teammates, unless you’re a real – Battle Wolf Superman, don’t ever think of taking care of everything by yourself.

That’s right.

Stuff all the gold-burning bullets you bought from the Goldfinch Pioneer Camp into your guns.”

“Holy shit, this stuff is old and expensive.”

Three pounds of Groundnut Burning somewhat reluctantly took out a pack of special bullets from his belt pouch to fill in his beloved trench gun, and he spat out in a small voice:
“This is the only pack that’s distributed free of charge at the battlefront, and if you want any more after that, you’ll have to pay for it yourself. A small pack of gold-burning bullets is enough to buy ten packs of normal bullets, so why don’t we just use normal bullets? Save these good bullets for fighting BOSSes.”

“Bullshit!”

Old Qin slapped on Groundnut Burner’s head as he chortled:

“Is it life or money that matters? It’s already that time of the year and you’re still thinking about saving money? We’re the first wave to charge, do you know how high the death rate is?

Really treat this like a game!”

“But this is a game!”

The scolded Groundnut Burner returned with an aggrieved voice, leaving Old Qin speechless for a moment.

Fine.

In their eyes this is a “game”, I may be a little too harsh.

Thinking of this, Old Qin shrugged and said:

“Whatever, if you want to keep it, keep it, but I think the small monsters are this strong, really encountered the BOSS you do not necessarily have the opportunity to shoot bullets, even if you shoot out is not necessarily hit ah.

Take my advice, little ones.

Right now we are all rookies, don’t think about becoming famous in one battle, be practical and practice well, when the next war is the time for you to make a name for yourselves.”

“Boom boom boom.” As soon as the words fell, a series of loud bangs tore through the tranquility of the battlefield.

The earth’s vibration transmitted to the temporary trenches immediately rang a ghostly cry, many people covered their ears and rolled around screaming that they were going deaf, while those who had been alerted in advance covered their ears, slightly open mouth tilted their heads and looked at the battlefield in front of them which was “repeatedly ravaged” by the rapid fire of the twenty cannons.

From the high place to hit the low place of course has “terrain bonus”, coupled with the pioneering legion of artillery is really powerful, a wave of bombardment as a flame blade will be the undead position from the center of the split in two.

After the explosion of shells crashing into the ground, the originally arrogant undead army also wilted down, filled with the smell of smoke and dust splattered everywhere, there are shell craters and broken limbs and arms.

In the trench has been waiting for a long time, Mr. Li was the first to jump up, wearing a full set of chain mail armor hand holding a large knife he swung forward, next to the shrimp catchers in time to release the familiar charge of the horn.

In the next instant, hundreds of players with weapons and NPCs sent here in the name of the “Punishment Battalion” let out a ghostly war cry.

They leapt up from the trenches and launched a scattering line charge towards the front.

The shelling hadn’t ended yet!
These guys were almost charging forward against the shelling, without the slightest trace of the timidity of the legendary “new recruits afraid of artillery” but instead with the freedom and madness of a harnessed wild dog, and even vaguely filled with an unfathomable “joy and anticipation”?
This scene makes the hilltop position of Major Ron helplessly sighed, he said to the side of the artillery under the command of Major Dunn Hopper came to support:

“I really can never understand the brain circuits of these Transylvanians, how can they be so comfortable with our fire support when our soldiers are afraid to do so? If one of these shells misses, they’ll have to get blown up themselves first.

Are these guys really fearless?”

“Maybe.”

The slightly feminine-faced Major Dunn, who was carrying his command saber, glanced at Colonel Fraser, who was observing the battlefield with binoculars not far away, and said in a low voice:

“But I now know where Marshal and Fraser’s concerns about the Transylvanians stemmed from, and it is indeed a headache for us to encounter such an enemy on the battlefield. Yet for now at least, they are our allies, standing together against the Jackals.

It is truly an eerie feeling of reassurance.”

The Western Front side received fire support from the Pioneering Vanguard allowing them to take a quarter of the enemy’s position after a single charge.

Their progress was not insignificant, yet they were not the fastest of the three fronts.

Although Stick’s northern front also had Thorn Nightwalkers involved and had cleared out almost a fifth of the Undead Command Nodes for them in advance under Stick’s instructions, in comparison, the fastest advance was still the southern defense line.

In one breath, that madman Brother Woo Meow had put all three thousand Tree People he had on hand into the battlefield!
This directly led to the number of fighters on the player side of their line actually strangely overpowered the ghosts and necromancers stationed on the opposite side, having a numerical advantage was something that was almost unthinkable in previous battles, but now through the bizarre “development and operation” it was actually achieved.

Seeing that the battle was going well, Brother Woo Meow made a cameo appearance as the vanguard in this battle!
He drove his own hunting colt and carried the Vam decapitator to the front, in the name of Avalon, slashing and killing completely crazy, that legendary blade is simply devastating, every axe chopped down, no matter whether the shield in front of your eyes or the spiritual energy will be split into two.

The scene is a batch of violence.

This Red Knight reserve killed and activated the berserk, and brought a team of activated bloodwood tree people as escorts, he shouted “Avalon is great” crazy words like a humanoid monster.

Wherever he rushed, the line would quickly collapse.

However, this scene was a bit strange in the eyes of the paladins at the back.

“You, a nature believer carrying someone else’s barbarian’s divine weapon, shouting the name of Avalon’s god under the gaze of Vam the Berserker, how the hell is this not a kind of NTR?”

Uncle Fording spat viciously.

This self-respecting middle-aged knight obviously wasn’t going to let Brother Whoopee Meow exclusively, so he too quickly rushed to the forefront with his knights, also shouting the name of the Holy Light to start eradicating evil.

The huge number of tree people as cannon fodder at the front, completely let go of the hands of the players will be eight immortals over the sea to show their skills.

Little Reed Name and Pomegranate Sister probably got the inspiration from the previous bombing operation, the two vampires kept skimming over the undead positions on the left and right sides, throwing the explosive bombs in their packs down continuously.

Little Rich Brother and his Scorpion Lion followed suit.

However, it was a pity that their side’s position was mostly filled with ghosts and spirits, which caused the effect of the explosive bombing to be quite poor, and they could only create some shocking light and shadow.

But it didn’t matter much, with such an efficient advance, two hours later, the Southern Front finally became the first player team to break through the final line of defense in Plague Town.

They paid the price of more than eight hundred Tree People killed in action before penetrating the enemy’s position and using the remaining explosives to completely blow up the south gate of Plague Town in the midst of Woo Meow’s furious attack.

The defeated spirits and necromancers fled into the surrounding swamps, and no one bothered to hunt them down, as waves of players surged up to completely demolish the replica’s gate.

But there was no way to advance after that!
Because the Warlock Tower’s defense had been activated, that substantial layer of translucent psychic energy barriers like a city wall blocked their path to step into the interior of Plague Town.

However, soon, Miss Firmis, who was the “copy guide”, appeared at the southern position where traces of the battle still remained.

Pheemis looked at the messy position around her, looked at the new players who were happily scattering to hunt down the single elite monsters, and then looked at Brother Meow and the girls of the Silver Moon Troupe, who were sitting on the ground and panting in front of her.

Missy, who had taken the initiative to play as an NPC for the first time in the knowledge that she was an NPC, wasn’t nervous as she revealed a serious expression and confirmed:

“Have you guys really decided to start the attack on Plague Town right away? I think you guys should take a break.”

“No need!”

The very weak Woo Meow Brother, who had ended his rampage, stuffed a handful of Witch Hunter’s Secret Pill into his mouth like a sugar bean and chewed it apart, he endured the strange flavor of the Secret Pill while waving his hand and said:

“Our lead is only temporary!
The other two fronts will soon hit the obstacles, and we must seize this lead. Onii-sama, please start the Spiritual Energy Countermeasures immediately.

We’re going to attack Plague Town with a bang and put an end to the evil here once and for all.

I seem to be able to hear Boss Avalon whispering to me, He is very displeased with the defilement of this existence, we must fulfill the will of the gods.”

“I think it’s more likely that you’re too tired to hear so you’re hallucinating.”

Femis spat.

However, seeing the players’ momentum, she couldn’t persuade them much, and immediately started the Psychic Counter Ceremony in the southern position.

This process is not much to talk about, Phyllis had already prepared for a long time before and made improvements to her spells under the guidance of Tris, allowing her to spend only ten minutes to accurately find the node of the Warlock Tower’s liaison with the swamp’s psychic energy, and then, through the spread and obstruction of the scarlet aura unique to the Night Whistling Staff, she smoothly broke through the psychic energy defenses of the southern region of Plague Town.

The thick layer of psychic energy barriers like shattered glass quickly dissipated and a door into it appeared, and the imposing Brother Woo Meow rushed in with a wail carrying the Wampum Decapitator, so fast that the others couldn’t stop them in time.

But there was no need to stop them.

For three seconds later, Brother Meowth was howling and whirling as he was kicked out, landing headfirst at Pomegranate’s feet and breaking rocks, standing out as a wreck.

Sister Pomegranate and the others tilted their heads up, in front of them on top of the dozen or so flights of steps was standing a tall figure that was very familiar to all of them.

“Fuck! Isn’t that Ken Porter?”

Little Vikrama screamed:

“Why is it alive again? I remember very clearly that it was Cat who chopped off its head with an axe! It’s still hanging on the city gates.
Wait a minute, I think the Blood Rats put out a wanted notice saying that Ken Porter’s head was stolen.

Blanched, so it was stolen by the jackals here?”

“It’s ‘Zombie Kenpot’, the development team must have done a reuse of old material, what a chicken thief. But considering the name and background of this team copy, the appearance of this zombie boss unexpectedly makes sense again.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

This time, I don’t need to fight the headache-inducing three chests, so I’ll just get rid of it and call it a day.”

Orchid Flower removed her sword and shield and took a defensive stance, the power of the Nords’ bloodline activated, causing her entire body to overflow with cold aura as she applied an ice shield to herself that could absorb damage and slow down enemies.

After the racial talent was updated and strengthened, a human shield hand like Orchid Flower was finally no weaker than the defenders of several other professions.

But even so, Orchid Flower was not confident that she could stand up to this big zombie in front of her that had obviously been strengthened by plague and necrotic power, not to mention, there were four zombie barbarians just like it standing beside this zombie Kenpot with four Demon Heart Grievance Spirits hovering in the air.

The zombie Kenports!
This is still a “parliamentary battle”?
(End of chapter)