Chapter 791: Chapter 441: I Can’t Keep Up_1 Chapter 791: Chapter 441: I Can’t Keep Up_1 The attack happened at night.
The enemy’s reconnaissance was very detailed; they knew that the players at this stronghold were all Huaxia players, and that they had not prepared active defenses, which allowed them to succeed in their attack.
Moreover, the attackers were very skilled at this kind of looting. The entire process was swift like the wind, catching the players who were still online in the early morning by surprise.
After returning, these North Arican players also actively prepared for the Huaxia players’ revenge, but after waiting for a week, they never saw the Huaxia players coming.
From this, the guild’s higher-ups ca to a conclusion:
They were scared off.
The intensity of their defenses began to decrease; players who had been on guard slowly started doing other tasks, and even those stationed here began to slack off, often just idling at their posts, and then going off to watch videos.
The only dissatisfaction was that the base had not given them the gifts they wanted, but this was not a problem, another visit and they would receive them.
On the seventh day, at eight o’clock in the evening North Arican ti.
This was the peak ti for online players; major bases were operating, and every player was busy with their work, preparing for the upcoming war.
The server’s war had developed to its final stages. The base had entered a standoff between two factions. Just by eliminating all the British players and cleaning up their previous vassals, victory would be theirs.
Therefore, they needed to produce more reconnaissance materials, so they could find other players hiding in the shadows and completely eradicate them.
It had just rained, and the rain in “Reincarnation Land” was different from the outside world.
The rain here was crimson, with properties similar to the red mist, and players would hide in shelters to wait for the rain to pass whenever it fell.
Outside, the rain poured down furiously, forcing the players inside the ga to speak loudly to hear each other’s conversations. The wild wind tore at the rooftops as if a giant beast was relentlessly unleashing its violence.
But the sturdy buildings did not collapse; the players here were accustod to the presence of wind and rain, even able to discuss their favorite topics related to the raindrops.
They played music, ate expensive food from the ga, used luxury items to recover their sanity, and filled the rooms with haze and smoke.
Therefore, when the base sentry’s gate was kicked open, the sentry didn’t even react at first, just staring confusedly at the doorway until the presence of the person at the door overpowered him.
These guys…
Who are they?
The people at the door were dressed in protective suits, their jet-black clothes resembling black military uniforms, and they wore gas masks on their faces, concealing their expressions and revealing only pairs of cold eyes.
Although they were not Demons, the sight of players in such attire made them suspect they had seen Demons that had walked out of hell, so even thought they had encountered a new type of devil.
A few with quick reactions were just about to draw their weapons, but the leading player had already charged forward, picking up his old-fashioned rifle and fiercely thrusting it at the enemy.
The bayonet at the front of the rifle shimred with silver light under the room’s lights, pinning the enemy to the ground with a single thrust. His teammates imdiately surged forward, their bayonets sparing no rcy as they stabbed the player repeatedly until he was dead.
The invading players moved with simple efficiency; their coordination during the attack was nearly perfect, turning them into war machines with a chilling formality.
In less than half a minute, all the sentry players were eliminated, leaving only one survivor.
The squad leader looked indifferently at this survivor.
The victim must have gone through physical enhancent, as even after being stabbed with a bayonet more than a dozen tis, he was still alive.
Looking at the squad leader, he spit out bitterly, “You British players are despicable! Rember this! We will definitely retaliate!”
“British?”
The squad leader let out a cold laugh, then lifted his mask in front of the player to reveal the face of a Huaxia player.
“Rember, it was Huaxia who killed you!”
After speaking, he stood up, leaned back, and stomped the player’s head to pieces with force.
After putting his mask back on, he called out, “Let’s go, on to the next target.”
Because of the previous attack on the base, the Huaxia players’ rage had been ignited.
The fire of vengeance burned in their chests, and they had received military training from Old Sir Cheng Tianhua.
This training wouldn’t greatly enhance their abilities, but it could elevate their military literacy to a new level.
For the first ti, they realized how important teamwork was in this ga, the significance of discipline and organization in war, and how coordination between different players could achieve effects greater than the sum of their parts, turning them into squads with impeccable cooperation.
Black Tech had also not been idle; he had predicted that there would be a blood rain, which would provide an excellent opportunity to attack.
Protective suits were produced, these crow-like garnts signifying death and despair, and becoming the new Huaxia players’ background color.
After clearing the targets in this area, the squad leader ssaged the group, “Point C is cleared, no survivors.”
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