My Players Are So Fierce

1363: 460.

You might make a small profit, but I definitely won’t lose_2

1363: 460.

You might make a small profit, but I definitely won’t lose_2

“Loyalty has a color: Cool Sunglasses Bro.jpg,” Murphy wrote, “Just wait and watch.

My brothers and I will show you how technology is truly the primary productive force using our actions.

No more boasting, I’m off to check on the processing progress.”

The forum then turned into a “proxy shopping special” for a while, as the three battle fronts did not interfere with each other, causing players to scatter across three regions, unable to travel back and forth.

However, the weapons and equipment updated by the three supporting forces were clearly designated for swamp warfare, hence the parties needed to share resources to ensure everyone was armed to the teeth in the shortest time.

But buying equipment was always a matter of money, and for veteran players, buying a few guns and swords with the money they had saved was no big problem.

However, for those brothers who joined the game weekly, budget constraints were an issue, prompting the “Angel Lender,” Little Wei Ming, to make another significant presence felt.

She had opened a thread a long time ago specifically for “arms loans” to newcomers in the game, tracking each person’s name and arranging repayment dates with them.

She thought the thread would last at most a week, but the game was now into its fourth month, and the thread was still there and getting longer.

However, loans always involved interest, and with a bit of a ruthless streak and some “legal” tactics, she could ensure newcomers would be working off their debt to Little Wei Ming for a long time.

But as a wealthy young heiress, she wasn’t concerned about such minor profits; she charged everyone an interest rate of only 3% with a repayment period of one month.

If they still couldn’t pay on time, they just had to inform Little Wei Ming, and she would extend them another month.

This was purely casual to her, leaving Old Huo and his four secretaries frustrated.

What a great business opportunity!

With just a little manipulation, she could secure a stable and lasting source of income, yet Little Wei Ming preferred to collect Gold Coins on the forum rather than brainstorm ways to make money.

Clearly, her pursuit of fun was far greater than her interest in profits.

There was also another possibility: Little Wei Ming was enjoying a sense of “achievement” with this approach.

For her, the satisfaction of helping others was obviously much greater than the modest profits she could make.

It was said that Little Wei Ming was trying to persuade her parents to apply as well, but such games were clearly a bit too “advanced” for middle-aged couples.

Her parents had many serious matters to attend to, so this persuasion might take a while.

At that moment, in the rear camp of the western front of the Polluted Swamp, Colonel Fraser stood inside his tent, looking outside.

Several gunsmiths from the Exploration Corps had set up stalls in the camp that were now crowded with Murphy’s warriors, who were still queueing and shouting about something, creating a lively atmosphere starkly out of sync with the battlefield.

The quantity of weapons they were purchasing was clearly more than they needed for themselves, making the colonel realize these fellows were likely procuring extras for their brothers on other fronts.

“Unity!”

The colonel thought,

“Though I had seen their unity during the Blood Vulture Corridor assault, I now seem to understand more about their group philosophy.

They possess other admirable qualities beyond their bravery, especially this indescribable mindset…”

Fraser then turned his attention to the resting soldiers in the camp.

The seven outposts at the front were manned on rotation, and the intensity of the battle was not insignificant.

His Pioneer Army soldiers showed fatigue and resistance to the swamp environment during their three-day breaks.

This listlessness contrasted sharply with the enthusiasm of the warriors.

It seemed that for them, fighting in this damned swamp was like an armed picnic filled with a level of enjoyment incomprehensible to professional soldiers.

“What a strange bunch,”errupted

the colonel, smirking as he decided to observe these individuals more closely.

Thus, he straightened his clothes and stepped out of his tent.

Before he could take a few steps, he heard a scream from the queue ahead:

“High-level NPC spawn!

It’s Colonel Fraser, Miss Biqi’s fiancé and Governor Milian’s rumored boyfriend!

Wow, a major scoundrel playing two sides, quick!

Where’s the FFF squad!

Fetch the torches, burn him!”

“Swoosh”

Colonel Fraser’s face darkened immediately.

Although he didn’t understand the “Enpici” the mob referred to—probably a local slang the Mountain People used for anyone other than themselves—the latter part was clear enough.

He wasn’t involved with Milian at all, and currently, Biqi’s attitude towards him was quite cold.

He was not playing two sides at all!

In fact, he was nearly drowning in the river of relationships.

Of course, those guys saying they wanted to burn him were surely joking, because seconds later, Fraser was surrounded by a group of players, all asking him eagerly if there was anything they could help with.

The odd warmth and the way they looked at him made Fraser feel like a “delicious pastry” surrounded by a group of starving gourmands.

Remembering the training from Crimson Castle’s administration on “How to Interact with the Mountain People,” he grasped his Calculating Pearl, coughed, and said: