My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2635 -879: Winter Wind Vehicle Factory States Personal Actions Do Not Represent Brand Image_2

“The Wolf People’s hunting parties have emerged from the valley, bringing elite forces. This damn place has at least three thousand elites. Yan Song just scouted around and found at least four Wolf People battalions heading our way, totaling over ten thousand. These dog bastards aren’t afraid of anyone attacking by placing their arsenal here.

It feels like we’ve stepped into a trap…”

“Nonsense, we came because it’s a trap! Besides, can a trap for dogs hold a tiger?”

The Old soldier of Qing dynasty let out a sinister laugh, surveying the blood-soaked battlefield, just in time to see Half hanging brother drink the victory wine and charge into a group of clustered Wolf People.

He silently saluted the warrior in his heart, then said to Mustard micro-fool:

“Don’t worry, let the reinforcements come; the more, the merrier. By attracting the enemy here, we can let the Rock Dwarves infiltrate the valley better from underground.

Where is the self-destruct car?

Didn’t Vomit Mud Sauce confidently claim that their war machine could complete the mission?

Have him charge now, gather the old players, and attack the valley without considering the casualties!

Ignore the flanks, breaking into the valley means victory.”

The old commander’s orders were quickly handed down to the main assault force composed of old players, who began advancing towards a single target from various points on the battlefield. The other players, without orders, continued to fight on the spot, seemingly used as decoys to draw enemy fire.

But considering none of the players planned to leave this battle alive, it wasn’t considered a cruel decision.

Once the experienced and skilled old players gathered, their ability to push forward significantly exceeded the Wolf People’s expectations. The originally set up Pocket Formation was quickly torn apart by the Old soldier of Qing dynasty personally leading the charge towards the valley.

The fearless Transia Heroic Spirits escorted a strange four-wheeled steel vehicle, spewing black smoke and not needing livestock to pull, rushing into the valley. Any Wolf People with half a brain knew this was the Transia People’s “secret weapon,” so wherever the coal-burning truck driven by Vomit Mud Sauce and an old engineer went, the Wolf People moved to intercept in that direction.

“Isn’t this too thrilling?”

An old engineer, having just joined the game for less than ten days, clutched a gun in the driver’s seat wearing a steel helmet, wide-eyed as he watched Vomit Mud Sauce beside him frantically stepping on the gas, mowing down Wolf People who tried to block the vehicle. But when had this old engineer, living for decades, ever seen such scenes?

He trembled and with a Central Plains accent said:

“Oh, young man, slow down! Slow down, driving so fast might flip us!”

“I’m an experienced driver; we won’t flip! Trust me.”

Vomit Mud Sauce, eyes red with rage.

Because he had just witnessed his own father perish alongside a group of Wolf People, though he knew in a moment, he’d take off his helmet and see his father alive and well cursing in the living room. Still, paternal affection was there, and if he didn’t avenge his father’s disgraceful demise, he might be in for tough love, like a pack of wolves, after logging off.

He was determined. After breaking into the valley, escorted by players, the coal truck sped up like an enraged beast, though the swamp mud didn’t allow for much speed. Thankfully, the heavily laden truck was massive; a single Wolf Person couldn’t possibly stop it.

“Next time, we’ll fit a scoop on the front of this truck…”

Vomit Mud Sauce, steering wildly, heard the old man next to him, who had snapped out of his daze, set up a gun on the window, and started shooting outside like he was rediscovering childhood joy, grumbling:

“We should also add some post-apocalyptic modifications… whoa!”

Before he finished speaking, a Wolf Person, smacked out of the air by a Macha Worm, slammed onto the windshield with a bang, spilling disgusting red and white fluids that obscured Vomit Mud Sauce’s view. He cursed and stomped on the gas pedal, shouting:

“And a wiper! Yes, we definitely need a wiper installed.”

“Hey, driver, where the hell are you going? You’re drifting off! Get back to the left; we’re going to crash into a rock.”

The Old soldier of Qing dynasty’s curse echoed into the cabin, snapping Vomit Mud Sauce out of his fervor as he yanked the wheel, barely steering the truck, loaded to the brim, away from a giant rock in a drift. Had the speed been higher, it surely would’ve flipped.

“Vomit Mud Sauce, can you hear me? It’s Yan Song!

I’m guiding you; the arsenal is straight ahead, but two layers of positions are guarded by Wolf People. We can’t break through anymore; you must ram through and detonate the explosives piled in the cave!”

As Vomit Mud Sauce drove on intuition, Yan Song of the “First Reconnaissance Guild” called out succinctly through a secret technique, communicating in Vomit Mud Sauce’s ear:

“Don’t worry about the positions; the Locus brothers are already lurking underground. As you approach, they’ll smooth it out for you. Don’t slow down! Aim and charge directly through!”

“Huh? They’re underground; why not have them blow up the arsenal?”

Vomit Mud Sauce questioned back in confusion:

“Wouldn’t that be quicker?”

“The tunnels are full of Gnolls’ excavations. There’s at least two thousand Armed Gnolls hiding in those small caves. The Wolf People anticipated our underground attack, leaving no other option but a frontal assault now.”