My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2612 -871: The Day of Reunion · Daddy Potato’s “Surprise” (Part 3)

“I get it now, you have the ‘Innate Minstrel Sacred Body’! Keep it up, our bardic future depends on you. But there must be some trick, right? Can you…”

“Can your sister, my ass! The guys are all rushing in, hurry up and follow!”

The chattering Eagle got kicked by the troublemaker, immediately grabbed his gun, and crawled out of the trench, joining the other players as they charged back, shouting. In a round of close combat, they killed all the incoming gnolls, though some unlucky ones got slashed by the wolf people.

“I’m just used to pouring my emotions into the music, isn’t that the basic quality of a musician?”

Daddy Potato mumbled softly, looking at the battle horn in his hand.

He was like a kid who had discovered a new toy, eager to try new tricks with the horn, as if having found a new extension to his musical path. But when he looked up, he saw the players being pushed back by the gnolls and wolf people.

Obviously, there were some gaps in strength, skill, and equipment between the pure newbies and the savage wolf people.

The situation was urgent, and with the horn, Daddy Potato couldn’t do much fancy. He rummaged through his chaotic thoughts to find the most suitable melody for the current situation, brewed his emotions, then blew the tune that every countryman could sing.

“Holy shit, he’s playing the national anthem?”

The troublemaker, surrounded by three gnolls, felt kind of exposed and shouted:

“This sound is already out, if we get beaten back now, we’ll be sinners. Brothers, follow my command! Get ready to pop the pills!”

“Damn, this tune gives us seven buffs!”

Eagle, feeling empowered, screamed:

“How abundant are this guy’s inner feelings… I’m impressed, I doubt I can ever be a father like him…”

“Shut up and drink the potion!”

At the troublemaker’s command, the surviving brothers all pulled out the primitive version of the decisive wine and drank it in one gulp.

The power granted by burning life allowed them to withstand the gnolls’ attack, but there were just too many enemies coming out. In desperation, the troublemaker grabbed the communication Treasure Bead and shouted:

“Fire on us!!!”

“Damn, you’re really addicted; your Treasure Bead can’t connect to the artillery position at all, you fool.”

As the “Newbie Manager,” the old player “One Punch Blasts the Milky Way,” complained harshly, but still relayed the message to the rear, and half a minute later, a round of shells landed in front of the trenches, clearing out the encircled newbies and nearby gnolls.

As the smoke cleared, Daddy Potato poked his head out of the trench.

What he saw was a battlefield that had gone quiet again, where the advanced cognitive filtering prevented the severed limbs from overwhelming his mind, but the scene was still enough to affect someone as emotional as him.

It even sparked a sense of shared outrage in this usually non-combative artist.

Gripping the rifle equipped with a bayonet, he crawled out of the trench, screaming as he ran up to stab a wolf person trying to get up, piercing its heart.

There was no strategy, but in this scenario, that was enough.

After finishing off the wolf person, Daddy Potato turned around, bending down to collect the twisted dog tags, even though this was just a game. In that moment, he felt as though he were on a real battlefield; the players’ immortal nature turned the brutality and despair into a lighter, even humorous narration.

Isn’t there a saying?

Every comedy, if delved into deeper, has a core of tragedy.

Daddy Potato clenched the still warm dog tags in his hand, feeling ashamed of his earlier cowardice, yet creatively inspired. The battlefield’s stimulation gave him the urge to create new music.

However, now definitely wasn’t the time, as dozens of newbies in this trench had been entirely wiped out in the previous charge, and the command quickly sent reinforcements. While Daddy Potato sat in the trench, rubbing his temples and sorting his thoughts, a tall figure approached him from behind and covered his eyes in this smoke-filled and deathly silent place.

“Hey, this handsome old guy scared stiff, interested in going to the bar for a drink after work?”

A familiar voice spoke teasingly and with concern behind Daddy Potato. Guarding Little Potato made him shiver as he turned around, seeing his wife beaming at him. She was wearing a cool exoskeleton, carrying two guns, a long and a short one, and a cowboy hat.

“Hey, Private Potato!”

Lady Judy scolded her stunned husband:

“From now on, you are under the command of this Lieutenant of the Hunters! Follow orders and be brave in battle, understood?”

“Yes, of course, at your service, Lieutenant Judy!”

Daddy Potato saluted in a rather unstandard manner, making Lady Judy burst into laughter. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead and wiped the dirt from his clean-shaven face, saying:

“Our daughter was also planning to come pick you up, but she headed to a more dangerous battlefield, so she entrusted me to watch over her useless dad. She bet that you’d cry in the first battle.”

“That little treasure will be disappointed; I didn’t cry and even personally killed a wolf person. Sigh, is this the world she loves? It sure doesn’t look like it’s filled with ‘love and peace’.”

“It’s okay, our daughter is already a Valkyrie of Transylvania, she will bring peace here, and we will complete such a task together with her, turning the world she loves into her paradise.

Every parent does such a thing for their children, right?”

“Ah? Use our hands to create a wonderful new world for our daughter? That sounds like it’s beyond our abilities, but no problem, we can take it slow. Want to hear a new tune? Just thought about composing it.”

“Of course, you know I love listening to your tunes the most.”