My Players Are So Fierce

1982: Chapter 661: Don’t You Transia People Ever Stop?

Addicted to Building Wonders, Aren’t You?

(Part 3)

1982: Chapter 661: Don’t You Transia People Ever Stop?

Addicted to Building Wonders, Aren’t You?

(Part 3)

“But the outcome wasn’t bad, right?

Dying on the battlefield as a warrior, the only regret is not achieving a greater victory.”

“It all depends on how you define victory, young one.”

Old Qin, after several charges, was already at the brink of exhaustion and was now receiving rejuvenation treatment from Brother Huozi.

As a Druid of the Heart of the Forest, Brother Huozi had also just chopped down a few Wolf People, making the towering giant look fierce and intimidating.

In response to Fraser’s lament, Lord Qin remained calm, glanced back at the third line of defense where the Cadman People’s Army flag still stood tall.

The NPCs hadn’t given up the fight yet…

how could the players surrender here?

“Hey, they’re attacking again.”

Old Qin looked at the approaching Wolf People yelling as they charged, trampling over their comrades’ bodies as if to use this tactic to scare their foes.

But they were thinking too much.

Players are usually impossible to demoralize; you can easily defeat them, but scaring them is too hard.

“If we could successfully behead tonight, we would have accomplished a victory to boast about, but the fact that over 2,000 of us are attacking the vanguard camp of the Wolf People and still can return victorious is too astonishing.

No one would believe it.

This is the time when we need someone with influence to write our battle report.”

Lord Qin propped himself up with his blood-smeared chainsaw sword, pulled out a small bottle of victory wine from his waist, bit off the cork, took a swig, and turned to Fraser to say:

“We’re going to charge.

If we die, you’ll be the final witnesses and the last warriors!

I don’t care what you do, but you must hold on until Maxim and Lionea slay the enemy general.

Can you do it, Goldenrod People?”

Seeing Old Qin’s eyes ablaze like a firestorm, the colonel gritted his teeth.

He also saw other warriors from the Loyalty Song Guild drinking their victory wine, readying themselves for a final deadly battle.

He took a deep breath, stood straight, and loudly declared:

“In the name of the Exploration Corps and the Cape Family, I will fulfill my war vow with my death!

Salute to you, those who face death!

Now give me another bottle of your wine!

I also want to die here as a warrior.”

“Don’t make it so melodramatic.”

Old Qin lifted his chainsaw sword, complaining:

“You know, we’ll see each other in three days…”

With that, he was the first to charge out of the defense line, followed by more as they poured out like a blazing arrow straight into the Wolf People’s ranks ahead.

Unstoppable!

“Oh my God, do your friends and companions always fight like this?”

Lady Judy couldn’t bear to watch Lord Qin and their final fate and turned to Little Wei Ming, who was enthusiastically loading more bullets into the Iron Hammer Guard, mumbling a response.

“Ah?”

Little Wei Ming looked up in surprise at her mother, curiously replied:

“Aren’t players always like this?

What’s so surprising?

Come on, Mom, if we take down 23 more Elite Wolf People, we’ll have enough to trade for a special hunting rifle from the Shield Dwarf Lord.

That thing is awesome, let me tell you, I saw it before…”

“Oh, the flag is down!

The Wolf People flag is down!”

Little Wei Ming’s words were interrupted by a bout of wild cheering and screaming, she and her mother turned to see that the towering Split Claw Battle Flags at the general’s camp in the third line had fallen down like chopped trees, and the entire tent was ablaze.

The Split Claw General is dead!

Beheading successful!

Little Wei Ming cheered immediately, and other players shouted too, some even mimicking the Wolf People in poor imitation, yelling “Our army is defeated!” at night.

The gnolls on the battlefield were the first to collapse.

As soon as they saw the flag fall, they lost their courage, and most turned to flee.

This escape left the encirclement of the Wolf People riddled with holes, and how could the players miss such a wonderful opportunity?

They didn’t even need commands to launch a mad attack everywhere.

Colonel Fraser was temporarily speechless at this moment, he glanced back at his soldiers, then raised his command sword high and shouted with all his might:

“Chase the fleeing soldiers!

Secure the victory!

The time for a counterattack has come, brothers, kill!”

So the Goldenrod People, as if awakening from a dream, joined the wild Transia People in chasing down the frenzied, fleeing Wolf People and Gnolls.

The colonel himself didn’t move.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to participate in this exhilarating battle, but upon finally catching his breath, he suddenly fell to the ground, only then realizing his calf was still bleeding.

A female guard immediately stepped forward to support the swaying young master, but the colonel seemed numb to the pain, staring blankly at the burning Split Claw tent, vaguely seeing a Vampire General rushing out with a Wolf Man’s head.

“Today’s events are worthy of being recorded in the family history.”

Fraser softly said:

“At last, my unremarkable life has a victory to be proud of…

I’ve heard of the stories of Fortress of Courage from Transia People, and I believe, after tonight, this place will also become another place of victory.

Ah, I feel a bit tired…

I will sleep for a while, just a while…

Junior Milian, remember to wake me during the victory celebration…”