My Players Are So Fierce

1772: 592.

Expensive, there must be a reason for the expense.

1772: 592.

Expensive, there must be a reason for the expense.

“Damn!

We really can’t hold on any longer, Lord Qin, we need to retreat!

The developers must be crazy, this level of difficulty is clearly set up to wipe us out!”

“Get lost!

Retreat, my ass!

We’re not afraid to die; even if we can’t hold for five days, we will die standing!

Where’s my heavy machine gun?

Lumina!

Where the hell is your heavy machine gun?

Open fire!

Suppress them!”

“Lord Qin, all the hunting crossbows are destroyed, and Old Sir Lumina just went down.

She managed a one-for-one trade with a Voodoo Jackal assassin, and less than a hundred brothers are left alive in the trenches.

Lord Qin, we can’t hold on, we have to retreat, we can’t let the flag be destroyed under our watch!”

“Cowards, get out of my sight!

Where are the tubes?

The tubes can still fire, right?

Fire all the shells!

Drive these damn Filthy Claw Jackals off my position.

Damn it!

Melee group!

Fix bayonets!

Charge with me!”

By midnight of the third day, Blood Flag Heights had already gone mad.

Under several illuminating spells lighting up the battlefield, the warriors of Transylvania faced the wildest challenge to date, as an elite clan unit entered their position.

This was no longer a mix of ragtag soldiers with a handful of elites; the first wave of Jackal Barbarians from the Filthy Claw clan, driven onto the battlefield by Great Marshal Hurley, constituted 200 heads, with elite members making up a terrifying tenth of their numbers.

Supporting them from behind were no less than six Voodoo Priests and one genuine Blood Scar Hunting Priest.

Behind the Barbarians and Priests was a formation of Jackal Wolfman Hunters continuously performing precise suppression with hunting bone bows, and the most deadly aspect was their deployment of assassins tempered with voodoo.

While the Barbarians, bolstered by the Bloodlust Skill, charged head-on, those assassins wielding lethal voodoo claws stealthily slipped into the second battalion’s position under cover of shadows, focusing on destroying the crossfire Lord Qin had set up.

Lumina and her ‘machine gunners’ died miserably.

The scariest part was, without their heavy firepower suppression, relying solely on one barricade trench couldn’t stop the rampaging Barbarians.

The position Lord Qin had set up was soon breached, and those howling Jackals were now launching massacres in the trenches.

Fortunately, all the true newbies had died in the last three days; those who survived were masters with real skills.

They fought desperately in the tunnels against the assassins, even using something like a ‘bootleg broad sword’ to barely drive them back.

But when the second wave of Barbarians crashed in, there was no buffer at all.

The Hunting Priest also blessed the Barbarians with a remote negation totem, forcing the shooters to drop their guns and pick up melee weapons for close combat.

The Voodoo Priests kept summoning the Stinking Cloud Skill and corrosive curses to drive the ‘Iron Tube Kiddos’ off their high ground position, and even the Blood Scar Priests were raising the undead from the ground to fill the battle line.

Of course, the Voodoo Priests were not professional undead manipulators, and players don’t leave bodies after death, or things would be even worse.

In necromancy skills, the Pī zhǎo Clan was not as specialized as the Pestilence Clan of Tear Flesh, which was also why the Claw Chief Mother of the Pī zhǎo Clan kept trying to annex the Pestilence Clan.

When Tear Flesh was forced to accept the mission to seek the King of Bone Biting’s secret treasure in the Polluted Swamp, a very important factor was that Old Tear Flesh was actually unwilling to submit to the Pī zhǎo Clan.

Of course, knowing these ‘Jackal secrets’ was of no damn use to the second battalion now in a desperate situation.

Even though the number of Jackals in this wave wasn’t large, the pressure they brought to the position was several times that of before.

To put it vividly, it was like facing guerilla warfare compared to a regular army.

The Jackals had fought the Black Disaster four times over hundreds of years; though barbaric, they had developed a simple yet effective internal force coordination.

Now, the second battalion was truly experiencing what their ‘Transylvanian ancestors’ felt over a hundred years ago when facing the Black Disaster.

This was a completely different level of combat from the happy-go-lucky Jackal fighting games!

Simply put, it was like scattering elite raid monsters in the wild and maxing out their ‘combat AI’ aggression level, making it unbelievably difficult for Lord Qin’s players to fend them off.

“Lord Qin, Lord Qin, we must retreat!”

Dust-covered Niu Niu struggled hard to take down an elite Filthy Claw Barbarian in front of him.

He panted, took a few steps back, wiped the blood off his face while carrying a flail, and shouted to Old Qin, who was breathless and almost unable to stand:

“Fighting any longer and we really will face total annihilation!

If we die, it’s a small matter, but if the battle flag is destroyed by the Jackals, we will be the sinners!

Hurry!

Call Stick Brother to bring the third battalion over for relief.”

“I’ve already called them, but it will take time for them to get here, we must hold on!”

Old Qin was not just stubbornly rigid.

He had sent the message to Happy Stick ten minutes ago, but the standard time for position transfer was 15-30 minutes, meaning the second battalion had to hold on for at least ten more minutes.

Lord Qin’s gaze swept across the chaotic scenes before him.

Out of more than five hundred members of the second battalion, less than a hundred were left fighting, yet none had abandoned their weapons and fled.

The dust-covered players continued to struggle against the Bloodlust-infused combination of Barbarians and assassins before them, while the continuous casting from the distant spell positions hampered their Psychic and Iron Tube Kiddos from performing.