My Players Are So Fierce

“Uh… Sister, have you heard of the craft of ‘directional blasting’?”

The Medieval Gospel Warrior, a typical young man, scratched his head awkwardly in response to the elder sister’s inquiry and explained softly:

“The specific principle is hard to explain, but all you need to know is that this explosion won’t likely affect our tunnels. When we pushed out, we also used the talisman given by the Earth Priest. That thing will protect the exit of our tunnel from destruction during the blast impact.

In other words, after the explosion, we’ll have a direct path to the enemy’s heart.”

“Although I don’t quite understand, at times like this, I just need to say, ‘Awesome’!”

Half-elf Xugou, dressed in chain mail and carrying an Elf War Bow, grinned and cheekily patted Sister Maotu’s waist, only to earn a kick from her. Seeing their interaction, one could tell they’re either a couple or married in real life.

Ah, it’s wonderful to have a shared hobby as partners.

“General Maxim has arrived! And he’s brought lots of fully armed vampire NPCs.”

As the player commanders were still discussing the details, a clamor erupted from the newbies in the back, making it clear that today’s surprise attack had drawn its main force.

As the main commander, Chen Long and his advisor 003 immediately went to greet them, only to see the steel monster-like Maxim, fully armed, with 500 vampire elites in People’s Army standard armor, embodying the army’s serenity and coldness, along with thrice as many human elite escorts.

This is the most elite force among the Transia People. Veteran players know that the People’s Army vampires voluntarily converted in the war against the Black Disaster.

They don’t have the bad habits of other vampires and don’t put on airs, honoring collective pride and military style even after drinking Immortal Liquor. To small players, these “New·Blood” vampires evidently have a stronger allure.

Even the Rushing River Knights Group, under Uther’s guidance, formed an external force of vampire RP party cheekily calling themselves “Light-cast vampires,” truly a name full of potential critiques in every sense.

And now it’s not just Maxim and the People’s Army soldiers arriving at the tunnels; the Wam Brothers Society and Shadow Trace Sect players who’ve been hunting around also followed behind the NPCs into this prepared tunnel.

They are tonight’s final reinforcements.

Including the Nord and players here, the number of participants in tonight’s operation reached about 2700. It sounds substantial, but according to Ms. Adel’s Blood Vulture Agents’ reconnaissance, there are at least 20,000 remaining at the Jackal Camp, where a tenfold military disparity makes tonight’s surprise attack a literal gamble.

“General, say something.”

National 003 glanced at the bomb control box ready for detonation at any moment and softly said to General Maxim:

“Although this is a surprise attack, the classic pre-war motivation should not be omitted. At least tell the warriors what kind of rewards their sacrifice will bring. When they know that their death has weight, even cowards can muster courage.”

Maxim glanced at 003 and rumbled:

“I’m not good at this; you do it.”

“Ah? Me?”

“Aren’t you the ‘political commissar’?”

Maxim patted his shoulder gently, saying:

“I learned this term from your officer; he said this is the core of your army’s will.”

“Uh, I’m not a political commissar… Never mind; I’ll do it.”

Unable to explain to Maxim, this otherworldly vampire, what a commissar is in a short time, 003 generally understood Maxim’s meaning, so he took a deep breath and stepped forward fully armed.

He looked at all the NPCs and players before him.

Under the gaze of those bright eyes, in this dim tunnel, National 003 said loudly:

“Warriors, at this moment in Shadow Valley, our compatriots are resisting the Jackal People’s attack in a place with no escape. The barbarians who started the Black Disaster hope to completely crush the resistance of the civilized camp in tonight’s battle, hoping to use a flaunting victory to frighten us, and those civilians and innocents we protect behind us.

But we will not be frightened; we are about to counterattack!

On every battlefield, in every tunnel, in every moment of bleak night, a large-scale resistance is about to begin, and our fight here will be the first spark to ignite, ultimately spreading across the entire Transylvania and even the Continent.

This is a war of civilization against barbarism!

This is a war of hope against despair!

This is a war of order against chaos!

This is a war of good against evil!

We have no reason or excuse to retreat; we can only move forward!

The Jackal People want to see rivers of blood, then we’ll show them rivers of blood! They want us to be terrified, then we’ll teach them what it means to be terrified!

Soldiers! Are you ready?”

No one answered 003’s question, but everyone’s hands were on their weapons, and the newbies in the back were aroused, shouting wildly, which made the watching Maxim nod, raising his hand to swing it down forcefully.

Beside him, the Medieval Gospel Warrior and Nuclear Bomb Brother, already extremely excited, exchanged a glance, both reaching to place their hands on the detonator’s lever, then pressing down forcefully.

In the next second, the explosives buried in the explosion area detonated simultaneously.

Like a rising dragon punch from Gaia, the blasting through the underground tunnels reached upward, the smoke, tremors, and flames tearing through the tranquility of the Jackal camp instantly, making Huggesen overseeing Shadow Valley abruptly turn his head.

The camp was attacked…

Damn it!

The Transia People are switching bases!

Back and forth, the same trick again, aren’t you freaking annoyed with this?!