My Players Are So Fierce

2066: Chapter 689: Where’s the Ace Crew?

Gold Coin Rounds, Save Us!

(Part 3)

2066: Chapter 689: Where’s the Ace Crew?

Gold Coin Rounds, Save Us!

(Part 3)

He deeply regretted not writing a will earlier when he saw Fraser doing it.

Although his father never valued him as the second son, and his relationship with his father was not particularly warm, leaving so suddenly might bring sadness to his general father and loving mother, right?

“This is the last shot of my short but glorious life.”

Major Ron shrugged, ignoring the massive meteor rapidly descending above his head.

He stepped forward and pushed aside the soldier preparing to fire, quickly adjusting the angle of the cannon with Captain Iron Hand’s assistance.

He had just used the telescope to lock onto the position of the Jackal Wolf Central Army, although it was difficult to ensure accurate casualties from this distance.

But if this is my life’s last shot…

To hell with the artillery code!

Screw it, I’ll shoot wherever I want!

“Fire!”

With Ron’s roar, Captain Iron Hand lit the fuse.

At this moment, the meteor in the sky was less than five hundred meters from the ground, and even on the position, one could feel the scorching heat from above.

But the Major didn’t care about any of that.

He just held his telescope, watching the trajectory of the shell he fired.

It was like a giant’s thrown hammer of fury, howling across the sky, carrying the operator’s anger and killing intent as it crossed position six, and as Ron expected, plunged straight into the Jackal Wolf Central Army amid the roar of approaching death.

Regrettably, the landing point was slightly off, missing the Jackal Wolf Commander War Flag.

“Sigh, missed it, seems luck isn’t on my side today.”

Ron pouted, leaning against the smoking cannon and closed his eyes, waiting for death.

Meanwhile, in front of position six, Grand Marshal Huggesen of the Jackal Wolf Army silently watched the shell that skimmed past just ten meters from him.

That thing killed two of his guards before exploding and engulfing several Split Claw Psychics, who were invoking the Meteorite Skill, in a fiery blast.

Is the enemy artillery this formidable?

The silent Jackal Wolf Huggesen wondered, or was it just that guy’s sheer luck?

Pfft, it doesn’t matter, this round of meteors will let them bid farewell to this world that was never gentle.

“We’re going to die, Iron Hand, don’t you have anything to say?”

The Major Ron, eyes closed, waiting for death, was still complaining.

The next moment, a cold hand landed on his shoulder, and a familiar voice spoke:

“Good shot!

If you could have adjusted the angle slightly, you might have taken down the Jackal Wolf commander.

But alas, you only had one chance.”

“Huh?”

Ron opened his eyes in surprise and looked back.

Governor Murphy, who had been missing for several days, was standing behind him, and not far behind him, a strange Black Obelisk was floating in the air, emitting some kind of invisible energy.

Dozens of soldiers, including Captain Iron Hand, were dumbly looking up, and Ron also looked up, astonished to see the massive meteor that should have killed him and destroyed this position was being steadily “suspended” in the air.

As if an invisible giant hand had caught it, along with death and destruction.

“You owe me a life, so from now on, you follow my command!

Listen up, keep firing until you’re destroyed!

Of course, if I were you, I would go man the cannons in those permanent fortresses on the position.

Are you an idiot?

Your old man sent you here to show courage, not to throw your life away.”

Murphy mocked, pulling down the vulture visor on his faceplate, holding a humming Crimson Witch Chainsaw Sword.

The 2000 vampire warriors of the Cadman People’s Army that followed him had spread their wings in this twilight, and those restless little players were swarming around five strange large steam walkers, making a racket as they charged from the rear positions.

There weren’t many of them, only about three thousand in total.

But in a retreating situation, these Transylvania people advancing the opposite way while waving the Blood Flag were so conspicuous.

The surrounding soldiers’ fear and anxiety sharply contrasted with the excitement and fighting spirit on these guys’ faces.

It was as if these Transylvania people weren’t heading to a certain death arena, but rather rushing to a warrior’s feast.

The Transylvania people didn’t ask those retreating warriors to return to the battlefield with them, but as Murphy led the People’s Army’s vampires forward, as the foreigners shouted to kill the Jackal Wolves, many in the Retinue Army silently turned around.

They knew that even if they went back, they couldn’t change the inevitable fall of Blackflame Mountain Pass; it would be best to retreat now.

But humans are such contradictory creatures.

You know what’s right, but often, you don’t choose that path.

They silently followed under the Transylvania war flag back to the battlefield, raised their weapons against the tumultuous Armed Gnolls after the roaring steam walkers.

Finally, they let out the battle cry they should have, stood tall, and flipped off the approaching death.

This was a defeat.

But no one said that after a defeat, you must lay down your weapon…

They weren’t dead yet.

So they had to keep fighting!

For the dead and for the living.