My Players Are So Fierce

I just want to tell you, don’t do things that will damage the camaraderie between us, and don’t hope for war between the two countries in the future. I can tell you straight that you won’t win! Just like the Wolf People, full of confidence, and just like them, you’ll be beaten back in bloodied defeat.”

“Click.”

The last bullet was pressed into the magazine, 003 raised his head, glanced at the embarrassed expression of Lieutenant Colonel Ivankov, shrugged, and said:

“Don’t worry about this little awkwardness, revealing our cards to each other makes cooperation more honest. Ivan, do you want to become a Colonel or a General? I can’t promise we can arrange it, but having a high-ranking and influential friend in the enemy camp always feels delightful and comfortable.”

“You want to turn me?”

Lieutenant Colonel Ivankov looked warily at 003, stepped back, and said coldly and softly:

“Give it up, 003. As you said, I know well how the Nords deal with traitors. I don’t want to find myself in such a desperate situation.”

“But you know, with your background, it’s impossible to achieve all your ambitions in that decaying country. Your superior is not unaware of how elite your team is, he just doesn’t care about your casualties.

Because there will always be young people eager for war and promotion to fill in, and the children of the nobles also need to grasp power.

The General has sons, the Marshal has sons, the Colonel also has sons.

You’re just a Senior Colonel’s illegitimate child, Ivan. What makes you think you can overcome this decaying class barrier? You think you can create miracles, even after so many years you’re still just messing around in a ragtag army.”

Local 003 lowered his voice and said:

“Perhaps I should give you a book to read, to make you realize what exactly is the invisible thing that’s been oppressing and restraining you, that’s not an enemy you can defeat by relying on loyalty or effort, nor a disaster that Lupa’s so-called reforms can eliminate.

That requires many, many like-minded people to work together for a long time towards the same goal…

Of course, it’s too early to talk about this now. Let your brothers prepare for war.

The burying of explosives is almost finished, we’re about to start ‘Gaia’s Rage.’ At least today, let’s be pure, for the brothers who died on the battlefield and those being transferred, we must let the Wolf People pay for the blood debts above us!”

“Click.”

The loaded magazine was inserted into the belt at his waist, 003 waved to Ivankov, then hung the Blood Vulture Claw Rifle around his neck, wrapped himself in the nearby bundled explosives, and equipped himself with molotov cocktails and grenades.

Lastly, he slung a large caliber trench shotgun over his back, only used a military knife for close combat as an auxiliary.

He knew very well that if his combat skills really came down to close combat with the Wolf People, that basically meant certain death, so effective loadout should still include some items directly for killing.

Of course, Victory Wine is a must!

Just like other players, he puts this slender bottle in the band next to his side under his arm, just needing a stretch to pull it out, giving himself a glorious finale, while giving the enemy a little “Transia Barbarian Shock.”

003 walked out a few steps and saw Chen Long in plate armor assigning tasks to his eleven brothers.

These “Zodiac Brothers,” despite currently not having the combat strength to enter the top hundred players, have already formed their fighting style. Among the twelve people, there are Humans, Vampires, Dwarves, Shadow Elves, Half-elves, Sanghai People, and Half-body Men, basically covering all the racial categories released so far.

This ensures that “Unfallen Pride” can perfectly participate in all the mainline or sideline quests of every race through task sharing, which is undoubtedly beneficial for the guild’s development and player experience.

“Hey, Counselor brother, stick with us when we charge up later.”

Chen Long saw 003 and waved, shouting:

“Don’t rush ahead excitedly, your combat strength is still very raw, it’s time to get a feel in real combat, just act with our newbies, recently there are a lot of newbies recruited in the guild, our team leaders can’t manage them all.

You work hard, help bring two teams so they follow the plan, lest they lose their lives as soon as they’re in the fight, which wouldn’t be worth it.”

“Alright then, where are my troops?”

003 replied heartily, improving the Zodiac Brothers’ impression of him.

A dozen minutes later, NPCs and players responsible for burying explosives in the area ahead returned, “Medieval Gospel Warrior” and “Our nuke couldn’t scratch enemy armor,” sent as technical experts from the arsenal, were explaining to the player commanders:

“Everything up there is set. We’re using mechanical detonators, directly sourced from Old Flywheel, absolutely safe and reliable, just waiting for the commander’s order to blow open the whole area above us.”

“Wait, I’ve always wanted to ask.”

The only sister among the Zodiac Brothers, “Mao Tu,” raised her hand, curiously saying:

“If the explosion is powerful, won’t it fill in the holes we’ve worked so hard to dig? How will our brothers charge up then?”