My Players Are So Fierce

1972: Chapter 658: This Is Sparta!!!

1972 -658: This Is Sparta!!!

This game isn’t the kind where the protagonist can clear all the levels just with main narrative; players must also make use of all means.

Alright, enough talk, let’s gather our brothers and sisters.

Prepare to depart!”

With a command from the Commander, all major guilds sprang into action immediately.

Five minutes before departure, the Broken Sword Master hurried over from Crimson Castle and found Lord Qin, handing him a large box marked “War Supplies.”

“Hey, Lord Qin, your order was so urgent.

These days, my apprentices and I have been working on this thing.

Luckily, Loyal Brother had some decent equipment, otherwise we really wouldn’t have been able to deliver on time.”

The Broken Sword Master laughed heartily as he opened the box he brought and took out a brass military horn to hand it to Lord Qin.

The Forging Masters had specially wrapped a red cloth around the horn, creating a “100%” classic replica.

Old Qin, with nostalgia and seriousness, accepted the horn, playing with it in hand.

His adjutant, the old soldier of the Qing dynasty, also came over, took one in hand, and said regretfully:

“There’s a skill needed to blow this thing, and I estimate there aren’t many who can do it anymore.”

“Practice more and it becomes easy; the tune is etched in every compatriot’s soul.”

Old Qin chuckled, placing the horn on his lips, took a deep breath, and in the next instant, the familiar piercing tone sounded sharply in the area crowded with players.

This thing was really different from those recorded BGM; the piercing tone had an immensely strong penetrating power, making some old players who were still preparing jump up startled, look around, and then run over to Lord Qin.

Dasaen was even more excitedly shouting to the audience in a live stream that had been going for seven to eight hours without much drop in viewership:

“Look!

Brothers, family folks!

In a few hours, we’re going to be fighting against the jackal-men under this melody.

I’m asking you, are you excited, isn’t it thrilling?

Wow!

Good brothers, don’t fire the rockets now!

Save it for when the battle begins later.”

At this time, Colonel Fraser, who was familiarizing himself with the dwarfish field guns with hundreds of artillerymen under his command, turned around and looked in the direction the piercing sound came from.

The four Silver Guards responsible for security beside him were still somewhat puzzled, but the Colonel knew the meaning behind this piercing tone.

“That is the special horn for foreigners’ charge, I once witnessed them blowing this strange music to assault those dangerous vampires in the ruins of Cardman City.

Although they’ve now also become warriors under the vampires’ command, they stubbornly retained this tradition representing courage and battle spirit.

It initially sounds harsh, but for foreigners, this tone is akin to an injection of enhancers.

Just like the legendary strategic artifacts, it can apply Berserker Skill to them.

Now we are about to step onto the battlefield under this charging horn too, thinking about it is somewhat an honor.”

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The battle occurred earlier than expected.

When as many as 2000 players left Blackflame Mountain Pass at the fastest speed to charge toward the nearest jackal-man vanguard position, this move was detected and sent back by the swift Throne Wolf Riders coming and going like the wind.

The jackal-man vanguard position was already distressed by Blackflame Mountain Pass’s defensive setup difficult like a hedgehog; hearing the enemy was initiating the attack made a group of Low-Level Military Governors immediately excited.

Claw Chief Mother was currently on the way, and these small clan Military Governors attached to the Pī zhǎo Clan were all eager to win a fight to show off.

So, when the players had marched for thirty minutes, a thousand-strong elite jackal-men suddenly charged out from concealed areas to give this ignorant and fearless human army a good lesson.

The newbies marching in formation instantly became excited, howling wanting to rush up and suicidally explode, but were stopped by the older players assigned to every group of fifty.

This wasn’t the time yet!

Absolutely no need for their suicidal tactics, lest the jackal-men uncover all during the real decisive battle later; this thousand-strong enemy force is left to be dealt with by Stick Brother’s Winged Cavalry and Torrent Knights led by Tepar.

“Knights, follow me!”

“Golden Peach” Miss Biqi took the lead in commanding the army to attack.

She led three hundred Iron Can Knights clad in full plate armor with an aggressive posture in a frontal charge against the yelling jackal-men, resulting in heavy losses for their Throne Wolf Riders in the first collision.

After all, no matter how fierce your Throne Wolves are, claws and teeth cannot pierce Iron Can plate armor, right?

This bunch of fools created more panic during the attack by opening their formation, making it impossible for them to close in time when confronting the Knights’ countercharge.

After the first Wave of Knights charged through, the players’ archers and Psychics began to show off.

And then there was the “Unfallen Pride” guild appointed as the vanguard by Lord Qin.

Just having received new equipment, they couldn’t help themselves anymore, led by old veteran melee players, they charged out yelling to harvest those scattered jackal-men and Gnolls.

And once the Winged Cavalry got moving, the fate of these ambushers was already sealed.

First victory achieved, yet this holds no significance.

Riding the Skeletal Night Wanderer, Old Qin didn’t even stay to gather the spoils but ordered a forced march; they must reach the jackal-man vanguard position before the wandering jackal-men wrap them up completely.

These barbarians knew how to fight too.