Chapter 690 689 Where’s the ace crew? Gold coin bomb to the rescue ah!

Chapter 690: 689.Where’s the ace crew? Gold Coin Bomb to the rescue ah!

The situation at Black Flame Pass was already in a rout, and Phantom Valley was busy as a result, especially after the first batch of civilians who evacuated over explained the situation, the People’s Army generals who were recuperating from their injuries here immediately reacted.

They knew that the moment planned by His Excellency the Governor had arrived.

There was no need for more explanations, the People’s Army immediately mobilized with the commanders at all levels, with one part going to the Black Flame Pass to receive the evacuees, and the other part staying here to prepare to maintain order.

This was the last order that Lord Murphy had given to the Kadman People’s Army before his assassination, and they had to protect this lifeline.

The Black Flame Pass can be destroyed, but the defense fighters must be withdrawn, preserving these living forces will allow Transylvania to have more chances of victory in the subsequent fight against the jackal hordes.

Ms. Villanther, who had been sent back in advance to stay in this place, had also given the task of gathering and rescuing all the players currently in the Valley of Shadows.

The good news is that there are a lot of players here because it’s the “main city of the Black Plague Frontline”.

The bad news is that the 700 to 800 players of varying standards can hardly play the role of a desperate flop before the fall of the Black Flame Pass, and there might be some hope in expanding the number of players by a factor of ten.

However, a group of old War Thunder captains who had been practicing maneuvering the Steam Walker in the Valley of the Shadow during this period of time had also received the order, which immediately made them restless.

ID named “Hell Tiger” guy excitedly stood on the walking machine belonging to his three-member crew, and gave an impassioned pre-war mobilization to the five crews with a total of fifteen personnel.

In the past few days, they had already finished “painting” this walking machine.

The outer shell was dyed red, and a five-pointed star was added to it, and the front of the vehicle was painted with a tiger’s head in a very artistic gesture, while the other four walkers had also been preliminarily remodeled.

No semblance of a speed gun had been added, but it was good to know that there was no shortage of automatic hunting crossbows for this stuff.

Therefore, the other four walkers were equipped with a two-mounted hunting crossbow on their weapon platforms, and the group of “big technicians” under the banner of Brother Loyalty were also invited over to give the rear and front of the walkers rather crude but barely usable flamethrowers.

Judging from the perspective of war vehicles, these five walking machines were undeniably half-finished products, except for being flexible enough, and the thickness of their armor could barely be maintained, all other aspects were poor.

But the old drivers never cared what they drove, for them, using the Tiger to hit the battlefield domination operation is nothing, take the little bean ding and Sherman one through twenty is worth boasting about the real skill.

Therefore, in the face of finally being able to use the walking machine named “Mechanical Tiger” on the battlefield of the “promised day”, these war mongers are really exceptionally fervent.

“Let’s go. Bring plenty of ammo, guys! Burn those jackals to the ground with our mighty Tiger walkers!”

The Hell Tiger standing on the shell of the walker waved his left hand and shouted, and the other fourteen people responded, and then quickly climbed onto the walker in groups of three.

In the very uncomfortable, unfinished crew seats, these guys had to “arm themselves”, because the original defense shell of the walker had been removed when it was delivered, so they had to put on plate armor to protect themselves.

The pairing of this scene is a hell of a sight to behold!
A group of medieval style plate armor canisters in the style of maneuvering six-legged, black smoke “steam tank”, in the mechanical clattering noisy sound, so that these big spider-like weapons of war seven hands and feet out of the training ground, and in the surrounding small players shouted in amazement of the bull ready to leave the valley through the portal.

“Come up! Come up all of you! How long will you have to run on two legs?”

While maneuvering his beloved “No. 1 Mechanical Tiger” forward, the Hell Tiger shouted to the veteran players beside him:

“Come up a few hunters! Sit on the shell and charge with us, take out your largest caliber weapons, and prepare the explosives as well, as a deterrent for our little baby with poor firepower!”

“Crap, you’re using us as ‘human reaction armor’!”

Below, “Ruthless Horse Fork Bug” and “One Punch Bombs the Galaxy” didn’t take kindly to this fatal invitation, but they still couldn’t resist their heartfelt love for big machines like excavators, and they half-heartedly climbed up to the shell of the walking machine with their own team members. The walking machine’s shell.

Like the classic photo of the Red Army soldiers who invaded Berlin, the guys on the walker were trying to look dignified.

Of course, the fact that they had all kinds of explosives strapped to their bodies gave the scene a truly “explosive” intimidating effect.

The “number one war correspondent” DaeSeun, who never misses any powerful scene, stood on the side, showing the viewers on the Transylvania Tavern app the newly-arrived “weapons of war” of the Transylvania military through the viewpoint of the live broadcast.

Although the viewers knew that the Transylvanians had this kind of unscientific thing like steam airships, they still couldn’t help but let out a burst of crouching bull’s-eye when they saw that strange walking machine.

A few old players went forward and fixed the Transylvanian’s bloody battle flag on the tail of the walking machine, these big steel guys will definitely have to take up the responsibility of charging the battlefield in a while, and the fluttering of these flags can also effectively boost the morale of the battlefield.

However, just as everyone was gearing up, a large scarlet portal suddenly lit up high above the Phantom Valley, and then, in full view of everyone, Lord Murphy, who had donned the heavy Blood Wyvern Battle Armor for the first time, flapped his wings and flew out of it.

This set of armor called “Scarlet King” came from the collection of Salokdar, and it was one of the battle armors that the Brass Dwarf Lord personally made for the vampire grand dukes during the Fourth Black Plague.

Needless to say, the high quality and cool appearance of the armor gave Murphy a sense of majesty after wearing it, but Murphy, who had always gone for dexterity, didn’t like this kind of heavy armor, as it would limit his agility.

However, Tris demanded that he must wear it or else he would not be allowed to go into battle, because this set of “Scarlet King” armor comes with a “dispersion aura” that can forcefully dispel shadows to prevent all assassins from sneaking and assassinating, and dispel most of the curse effects that were imposed on Murphy.

Although in Murphy’s opinion, if he encountered another Golden One assassination like the previous one, this armor would not be able to save his life.

But it was always a little more reassuring to wear it, and he didn’t want to piss Tris off when he’d just gotten her to sleep. He wasn’t a vampire scumbag, was he? Gotta take care of his girlfriend’s feelings.

“Clang.”

The trademark hellish dive landed Murphy in front of a People’s Army vampire colonel, the otherwise light landing taking on a heavy impact, and as his wings closed, the colonel in front of him immediately saluted his master with a crisp military salute and handed him the commander-in-chief’s battle flag in his hand.

But Murphy refused.

He was not here as a commander.

“The Black Flame Pass will fall today…”

Murphy turned around as he looked at the NPCs and players behind him.

All of them were watching him, and all of them were listening to what the main NPC was saying.

He proclaimed a harsh truth, but then Murphy blurted out:

“But we will not stop fighting! We will never give up! Without the Black Flame Pass, there is still the Valley of the Shadow! Without the Valley of Shadows, there’s the Dirty Swamp! Without the Filthy Swamp, there’s still the Maginot Line!

We will fight the jackals at the first place they advance! We will strangle every jackal mob we see!

Until they learn to cower!

Or the last of us dies in battle on our great land.

Soldiers, I am now going to thrash the arrogant jackals and rescue my fearful comrades, and I need you to come with me!”

Murphy’s gaze swept over the crowd in front of him, he paused and asked:
“Does anyone want to quit at this point?”

No one responded.

That is, until Helltiger yelled at the top of his lungs from his crew compartment:
“Crush them!”

The next instant, a loud war cry rang out:
“Crush them!”
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Lord Heather fought desperately.

The Blood League Knights under her command also fought with no regard for exhaustion, and with the firepower from position eight finally coming in handy for the first time, it seemed as if Heather’s bad luck had finally run out, allowing good fortune to descend upon her position for the first time on this damn day.

After several factors overlapped each other, the great evacuation went smoothly.

The Black Flame Pass was manned by elite soldiers, highly organized, and even in a crisis, the retreat was orderly.

After position six blocked the jackals’ attack and under the cover of artillery fire, from position seven onwards, those warriors burst back like a tidal wave, running wildly to get out of this area before something worse happens. But the Jackals certainly weren’t going to make it that easy.

Seeing that the armed dog-heads were blocked by artillery fire and unable to complete their mission of stopping the enemy, Grand Inspector Hogson immediately activated his second tactic, the Split Claw Clan was never short of psionic masters who mastered the art of meteorite magic, and so under his silent command, meteorites soon rumbled from the sky and smashed into the front.

The Earth Priests were too busy assisting in the retreat to interfere with where the meteorites were falling.

As the No. 8 artillery position that had made a big splash in the past few minutes, it was only natural that it got the “first prize” in this wave of meteorite frenzy.

Several meteorites accurately smashed on the artillery position of the 8th position, and a round of bombardment made the roaring cannons mute.

The dusty Major Ron quickly climbed out of the collapsed command post, and he immediately saw the heavy damage of his good brothers.

This brought Ron to his head.

With red eyes, he waved his command sword and shouted, organizing those soldiers around him who had survived the meteorite bombardment once again, the artillery position was so massive in its orientation that the Jackal’s meteorite failed to completely destroy the place, so a few minutes later, the roar of another artillery shell rang out across the battlefield.

The armed dog-heads who had just been preparing for a surprise attack were greeted with another wash of artillery fire.

The sight made Xurgeson frown, lifting his finger and wagging it fiercely, so the Splintered Claw psychics knew what to do next.

“Incoming meteorites!”

Captain Ironhand yelled, causing the soldiers to tilt their heads back in

They were desperate to see more meteorites smashing down from high above, and this time with more precision, aiming for the positions that were still firing.

The time between the generation of the meteorite spells and their fall would not exceed three minutes, and this little time was already completely insufficient for Major Ron to organize the evacuation of the soldiers.

Seeing the meteorite above his head smashing down towards him, Ron sighed.

He would very much regret that when he saw Fraser writing his suicide note earlier, he didn’t follow suit and write one.

Although his father never valued himself as his second son, and his relationship with his father couldn’t be described as much of a warm one, but to leave just like that so suddenly, probably that general father of his and his cherished mother would feel sadness as well, right?
“This is the last shot in my short but glorious life.”

Major Ron shrugged, ignoring the large meteorite that was sliding down at high speed above his head as he stepped forward and pushed aside the soldiers who were preparing to fire, quickly raising the elevation of his artillery with the help of Captain Ironhand.

He had locked onto the position of the Jackal midshipmen with his telescope just now, although it was difficult to achieve a precise kill at this distance.

But if this was the last shot of his life .
Screw the artillery code!

I can hit wherever I want!

“Fire!”

At Ron’s roar, Captain Ironhand lit the fuse, and at this point the meteorite high in the sky was less than five hundred meters away from the ground, and even above the position one could feel the scorching coming from overhead.

But the Major didn’t care about any of that.

He just grabbed the telescope and watched the trajectory his fired shells traced.

It was like a furious warhammer thrown by a giant, howling across the sky, crossing the Sixth Position with the fury and murderous intent of its manipulator, and plunging headlong into the Jackal’s mid-army as Ron had expected with the roar of incoming death.

Unfortunately, the landing point was a bit off and missed the Jackal’s Governor’s battle flag.

“Ugh, it’s off, looks like there’s no good luck today.”

Ron skimmed his mouth and leaned on the artillery that still emitted smoke and waited for death with his eyes closed, while in the Jackalese army formation in front of position six, Grand Inspector Xu Gesen silently looked at the artillery shell that had just crossed ten meters from his side.

The thing had smashed two of his own guards to death before exploding, and then swept several Splintered Claw Psychics who were calling out Meteorite spells into a fiery explosion.

Were the artillery on the other side that good?
The silent Jackal Hogson thought in his mind, or was that guy just simply lucky?
Gee whiz, it doesn’t matter, this round of meteorites will make them say goodbye to this never gentle world forever.

“We’re going to die, Ironhand, won’t you say anything?”

Major Ron, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, was still spitting.

As a result, in the next moment, a cold hand rested on his shoulder, and a familiar voice spoke:

“That was a good shot! If you could have fine-tuned the angle, you might have been able to finish off the Jackal’s Governor, but unfortunately, there is only so many chances.”

“Hmm?”

Ron opened his eyes in surprise and looked back.

Governor Murphy, who had disappeared for several days, was standing behind him, and not far behind himself, there was a strange black obelisk suspended in the air, releasing some kind of invisible energy.

Dozens of soldiers, including Captain Iron Hands, raised their heads stupidly and looked at the top of their heads, and Ron also raised his head, and was surprised to see that the large meteorite that should have smashed himself to death and destroyed this side of the battlefield was being steadily “erected” in the air.

It was like an invisible hand holding it, also holding death and destruction.

“You owe me your lives, so you’re at my mercy for the rest of your lives! Listen up and keep firing before you are destroyed! Of course if I were you guys, I’d go to the positions and man the artillery in those perpetual forts.

Are you nuts?
Your old man sent you here to show courage not to die.”

Murphy spat, reaching up and pulling the vulture visor off his faceplate, holding the Scarlet Witch Chainsaw Sword that was beginning to hum.

The 2,000 vampire warriors of the Kardman People’s Army that had followed behind him had spread their wings in this twilight, while the restless little players clustered around five oddly large steam walkers rushing noisily out of their rear positions.

The number of incoming reinforcements was small, just over three thousand at full strength.

But with the entire position in retreat, this group of Transylvanians advancing in reverse and still wearing a bloody battle flag was so conspicuous that the trepidation of the surrounding soldiers contrasted sharply with the excitement and belligerence on these guys’ faces.

It was as if these Transylvanians were not heading for a certain death, but to a warrior’s feast.

The Transylvanians didn’t ask the retreating warriors to return to the battlefield with them, but there were still a lot of Sovereigns who turned in silence as Murphy flew forward with the vampires of the People’s Army and as the foreigners chanted to kill all the jackals.

They knew that their going back would not change the end of the Black Flame Pass that was bound to fall, and that it would be best to evacuate at this point.

But people are such contradictory creatures.

You know what is right, but very often you will not choose that road.

Silently they followed the Transylvanian battle flag back into the fray, and they followed the guns of the walking machines that began to roar and snarl as they raised their weapons to the tumultuous armed Dogheads.

Finally, they let out the battle cry they deserved and stood up straight to raise their middle fingers to the death that came crashing down upon them.

It was a defeat.

But no one says you have to lay down your arms after ushering in the end of defeat
They weren’t dead yet.

So they have to keep fighting!
For the sake of those who are dead, and for the sake of those who are alive.

(End of chapter)