My Players Are So Fierce

1367: 461.

The big killer you booked is about to make an entrance!

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1367: 461.

The big killer you booked is about to make an entrance!

_3

Although they could be considered elite and brave, the fatal weakness of being outnumbered could not be ignored.

The advantage they had gained in the early stages was slowly being caught up by other teams as time passed, making Cheche and Ayu somewhat anxious and irritable.

However, Good Pigeon, unusually, refrained from urging everyone to step it up.

These past few days, this guy, Niu Niu, Master Yang, and Brother Cat had been sneaking out early and returning late, engaged in some sort of “secret operation” that resembled scouting, but no one knew exactly what they were planning.

During this unbearable standstill, there were “clever clogs” who realized that the current stalemate on the three battlefronts was in anticipation of the arrival of some “ultimate weapon”!

This had been a frequently mentioned topic in the forum posts over the last few days.

Especially yesterday afternoon when Loyal Brother posted a photo of an armed carriage filled with black bombs to the forum, it practically served as an “open declaration.”

The news that Transia First National Armory had created “weapons of mass destruction” for this swamp battle spread like wildfire, and within the collective farmstead some distance from the frontline, the information was confirmed as accurate.

“Quick, come over here!

Join us for a ride to Morlan village.

Loyal Brother has posted a mission; we need to transport the bombs they’ve produced to the Maginot Line defensive positions within four days.”

On the square of “Lion’s Pride” in the second village, the lieutenant of Pink Kitty Bunny, “Rainbow Cat Hero,” stood on a crate and shouted to a bunch of newbies who had just joined the game yesterday:

“Hurry over, we’re getting ready to leave.

Everyone who completes this trip will receive a reward of five Gold Coins each!

Loyal Brother is funding this, and all you need to do is run along, handle some transport work, there’s no need for you to fight monsters or join the dangerous frontline strategies.

Isn’t it delightful to go straight to the swamp to grind on those peripheral skeletons for leveling up once you arrive?”

The tone was no different from an HR recruiting for a factory.

In fact, Rainbow Cat Hero had indeed worked in a factory for a while, but he was a junior to Pink Kitty Bunny who was a senior.

Although he had not followed the same career path in the civil service as Pink Kitty Bunny, Rainbow Cat Hero was now contently living his life as a middle manager in the HR department of a big company.

Having been asked for a favor by his senior was initially just returning a kindness, but after experiencing one week, he immediately became a hardcore fan of “Real Different World.” Now appointed as the captain of the militia for “Lion’s Pride” and managing thirty militiamen, his position could be described as “rags to riches.”

He was shouting out recruitment, and the newbies who had just entered the game and still hadn’t grasped the basic mechanics immediately gathered upon hearing the reward of five Gold Coins.

It didn’t take long to select twenty people, and combined with the militia drafted from the village, they formed a forty-person team, driving twelve empty horse carts toward the armory.

As a village aiming for a future in the postal and logistics sector, Pink Kitty Bunny had provided a large number of horse carts for his village.

Today, after this batch left, another group would follow the same transport route tomorrow.

This was the second “official order” from the village chief of Pink Kitty Bunny following the “Treasure Bay” assistive venture.

He attached great importance to this.

Tomorrow’s transport, which was even larger in scale, would be personally escorted by Pink Kitty Bunny.

Today, sending out Rainbow Cat was to reconnoiter the route.

Along the way, the chatty newbies were crowded in the last cargo carriage, talking and exchanging stories about the customs and anecdotes of Transylvania and their experiences in Crimson Castle, but amongst this batch of newbies was a very “unique” player who caught everyone’s attention.

Firstly, this guy’s ID was quite inappropriate; he was called “Uncle Qin the Doorman.”

Secondly, this guy was incredibly talkative!

Ever since he entered the game, he had already made friends with quite a few youngsters, and now he was in the carriage, telling them about his war experiences from the past.

Whether true or not, the details were vivid, captivating everyone, but some raised doubts.

“Uncle Qin, you say you’ve fought in a real war, but the closest battle to our area ended almost fifty years ago, right?

How old are you exactly?”

A student called “Threejin Sweet Potato Burn” couldn’t help but ask.

He was from the same place as Cheche, a year junior to him, studying fine arts specializing in oil painting, and came to the game with the character perks “Drawing Specialist” and “Artistic Talent.”

Half a month ago, he had filled out the application, and just yesterday he entered the game.

Hearing the inquiry from Deep-fried Sweet Potato, Uncle Qin chuckled with a hehe and patted his leg, saying,

“My age is certainly up there, it’s just that this helmet is pretty amazing.

In real life, I’m in a wheelchair, sigh, that’s what happens when you get old.

I really envy you younger folks.

However, this game is pretty good too.

Being able to play while sleeping makes me feel a lot younger.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato curled his lip and said,

“How can old people be so trendy?

Did you come to retire in the game like Professor Chen?”

“Hey, could it be that you’re one of those legendary argumentative types?”

Old Qin was about to engage in a verbal spat with him when, before he could even start, they came to a stop outside.

Then, Rainbow Cat Hero, moonlighting as a “supervisor”, yelled out,

“We’re here, everyone off the vehicle and move the stuff.

Remember what was said before departure, handle with care.”

“Let’s go, let’s go, time to work.”

Uncle Qin spoke and hopped down from the vehicle.

Outside Morlan Village’s temporary warehouse was already stacked full with boxed “secret weapons”.

It wasn’t just their group of people; five collective farms including Torrent Castle had sent civilian truck teams to transport weapons.

The place was bustling.

Locals were moving stuff, and there were Witch Hunters patrolling around to prevent any accidents with fireworks.

Deep-fried Sweet Potato and several classmates stepped forward to lift a box and headed towards the carriage.

But when putting it down, they accidentally dropped it, causing the wooden plank to break open and reveal the dark metal tube inside.

The students hadn’t even realized what it was.

Deep-fried Sweet Potato touched it and said with confusion,

“Is this some kind of alternate world weapon?

How come there’s no trigger or handle?”

“That’s a mortar tube, you silly kid.”

Old Qin, who was passing by, glanced over and squinted his eyes, saying,

“If I’m not mistaken, it should be a replica of the ‘Stokes’.

That thing has been around for a while; I even used it when I was young.

It’s not hard to operate.

In a pinch, you could even fire it sticking it into the ground.

These guys did a decent job, pulling off something like this.

I just wonder how they solved the issue with the impact fuse.”

“Holy shit, a mortar?

That badass?”

The group of young people caused a commotion, seeing this kind of “real steel” for the first time and not expecting to encounter modern weapons on an alternate world’s soil.

A few seconds later, after realizing belatedly, Deep-fried Sweet Potato watched Uncle Qin walking away carrying a crate of ammunition.

In a low voice, he said,

“Fuck!

Uncle Qin has actually been to war?

He really keeps a low profile.”