Chapter 443 I Can’t Keep Up

It was evening when the attack occurred.

The opponent's investigation was very detailed. They knew that the players in this stronghold were all Chinese players and did not actively prepare for defense. This allowed them to succeed.

Moreover, the other party is very good at carrying out such looting. The whole process comes and goes like the wind, catching the players who were still online in the early morning by surprise.

After returning, this group of North American players also actively responded to the revenge of the Chinese players, but after waiting for a week, they did not wait for the arrival of the Chinese players.

From this, the top leaders of the guild came to a conclusion:

They were beaten and frightened.

The intensity of the defense began to decrease, and the players who had been on guard before slowly began to do other tasks. Even the players stationed here began to slack off, often hanging up at their posts and watching movies.

The only dissatisfaction is that this base did not give them the gifts they wanted, but this is not a problem. They will give it to them if they are a second guest.

Day seven, 8pm North American time.

This time is the time when the number of online players is the largest. Large bases have begun to operate. Every player is busy doing their own work and preparing for the subsequent war.

The war on this server has come to an end, and this base has entered a confrontation between the two sides. As long as they wipe out all the players in Britain and clear out their previous vassals, victory will be theirs.

Therefore, they need to produce more detection materials so that they can find other players hiding in the dark and eliminate them completely.

It rained just before, and the rain in "The Land of Reincarnation" is also different from the outside world.

The rain here is scarlet, and it has similar characteristics to red mist when it falls on the body. Whenever this happens, players will hide in the bunker and wait for the rain to pass.

Outside the house, raindrops fell crazily, forcing players in the game to speak loudly to hear each other's conversations. The strong wind is tearing at the roof here, like a giant beast constantly venting its violence.

However, the solid buildings did not collapse. Players here have become accustomed to the existence of wind and rain, and can even talk about some of their favorite topics about the raindrops here.

They played music, ate expensive food in the game, used some luxury goods to restore their sanity, and made every room a mess.

Therefore, when the door of the base post was kicked open, the sentry did not even react. He just looked at the door in confusion, and then was shocked by the person at the door.

These guys...

who is it?

The people at the door were wearing chemical protective suits. The dark clothes were like black military uniforms, and their faces were wearing gas masks. Their expressions were hidden under the masks, and only a pair of cold eyes could be seen. .

Although they were not monsters, after seeing players dressed in this way, they still suspected that they had seen monsters coming out of hell. Some even felt that they had seen a new type of demon.

Some of the quick-reacting players were just about to take out their weapons, but the leading player had already rushed forward, then picked up his old-fashioned rifle and fired it hard at the opponent.

The bayonet on the front of the rifle shone silver under the light in the room. One shot nailed the opponent to the ground. Several players behind him immediately rushed up. The three bayonets went in and out of the player mercilessly until the opponent died. until thoroughly.

The movements of the foreign players are simple and efficient, and their coordination during the attack is almost perfect. This makes them like weapons of war, with a chilling awe.

In less than half a minute, all the players at the outpost were cleared away, leaving only one alive.

The captain of this team looked at this living creature indifferently.

The opponent should be a player who has undergone physical transformation. Even though he was stabbed a dozen times with a bayonet, he was still alive.

Looking at the captain in front of him, he said fiercely: "You British players are so despicable! Remember this! We will definitely come back with revenge!"

"Britain?"

The captain sneered, then lifted his mask in front of the player, revealing the face of a Chinese player.

"Remember, the one who killed you is from China!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, leaned back, and crushed the player's head with force.

Putting on his mask again, he greeted: "Let's go, next target."

Because of the previous attack on the base, the anger of Chinese players was aroused.

The rage of revenge burned in their chests, and they received military training from Mr. Cheng Tianhua.

This training will not greatly improve their abilities, but it will sublimate their military qualities.

For the first time, they learned how important cooperation is in this game, and the importance of discipline and organization in war. The cooperation of different players can allow them to achieve an effect of 1+1 greater than 2, and also allow them to become a team that works well together.

And Black Technology is not idle either. He has already predicted that there will be a blood rain in the future, and this blood rain will be the best opportunity to attack.

Chemical protective clothing was produced. This crow-like clothing symbolizes death and despair, and is also the best background for Chinese players today.

After clearing the targets here, the captain said in the group: "Point C has been cleared, there are no survivors."

"Very good." Mr. Cheng Tianhua's voice rang out in the group, "Let's move forward and then ambush nearby. Where is the Xuanwu team now?"

"(212,122)."

"Carry out reconnaissance and ambush where the enemy is found."

The sound of grenades exploding sounded. It was a North American team that came for reinforcements and happened to enter the ambush circle, and then was blown up by sugar bombs.

The other party's body was quickly swallowed up by the rain of blood and disappeared without a trace.

Faced with this result, Cheng Tianhua didn't feel any joy. Instead, he was like an old commander, calmly issuing orders one after another.

Unlike the calm here, the North American players have completely exploded.

They didn't hear the fighting outside, after all, the wind and rain here covered everything.

However, the defeated players sent the news of their attack to the group, letting them know that they had been attacked by Chinese players.

When he saw the news, the commander-in-chief of the base was shocked.

Chinese players?

Don’t they only know how to farm?

This feeling is like a group of sheep taking off their disguises, putting on AK47s, and then rushing towards themselves with RPGs, shooting themselves to death randomly.

Just when he was stunned, he heard a small leader in the communication group shout anxiously: "President, support me!"

"You are from the combat team, why are you calling for support! Who is it that attacked you?"

"Chinese players, they wear uniforms and are well-trained. They don't talk nonsense after meeting and attack directly. We can't stop them!"

"Transform! Quickly lose your senses and become a monster!"

"It's useless!" the little boss said with a cry, "Their sugar has the effect of restraining transformation. As soon as we lowered our sanity, they forced us to eat sugar and then brought our sanity back! We can't hold on anymore... …Ah, no need for support.”

"What's wrong?" The president held his earphones and asked nervously.

"We are dead, completely destroyed..."

The president covered his headphones, feeling his mind go blank.

Are these little Chinese sheep cheating?

"President, I can't do it anymore. I'm offline. These players are so scary. I feel like they are scarier than the monsters in the game. You can still find ways to defeat the monsters, but I'm really scared of these players."

Monsters are chaotic. Even the most terrifying monsters can still be defeated as long as they dare to show their health bar.

But these trained players are even scarier than monsters.

It was a special kind of terror. They were orderly, their movements were light, and every arrangement was for killing.

In the eyes of North American players, these players are like a tsunami, coming with violence that can crush everything and tear them apart completely.

Just when the president was stunned, he heard an explosion.

This sound was so obvious, louder than the sound of wind and rain outside, and closer than the roar of monsters.

Neat footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by the screams of his teammates. Facing these terrifying Chinese players, these teammates were completely frightened and could not establish an effective defense at all, and could only be defeated one by one.

Finally, the sound of wind and rain stopped, and so did the footsteps.

But the president knew that they were at the door.

The silence on the other side was so thick that even if the other side didn't make a sound, he could feel their presence and know that they were behind that door.

Swallowing hard, he reluctantly said: "I think there is some misunderstanding between us."

The door was kicked open.

Black soldiers wearing gas masks walked in.

The rain was still falling on them, and the neat queue had an indescribable sense of solemnity.

But their eyes seemed to be burning, and the flames of vengeance danced in their eyes, making them as terrifying as the demons of hell.

Looking at these silent soldiers, the president knew that he was doomed today.

He only had time to leave his last words before being shot indiscriminately.

"Wouldn't it just destroy your farmland! What's the matter with you!"

"As for."

Taking back his shotgun, one player said solemnly.

After cleaning up all the base, Qian Xiaohao finally let out a bad breath.

Although the audience in the live broadcast room could not see the scene here, the maid started explaining next to Qian Xiaohao. The wonderful explanation was immersive and made Qian Xiaohao feel a little distracted.

The maid smells so good today.

Fortunately, most of his attention was attracted by the game in front of him. The one-sided battle made his blood boil and made him discover a fact.

In fact, we are awesome!

Other players have also noticed this.

Standing in front of the burning base, they counted their losses, and then couldn't help but say in the group: [For the first time, I discovered that we are actually quite powerful. 】

[Yes, I have been farming before, but after training, I found that we are still quite powerful. 】

[I feel my blood is boiling, I want more killings! 】

[Last time our base was destroyed, did Britain have a share? 】

【no. 】

[No, he does. 】

[...Indeed, he has. So what should we do? 】

[Britain, I’m coming in! 】

If you could go back in time, North American players would definitely regret their previous decision.

The real monsters in the game are released.

Players with the killing aura set off immediately, rushing towards Britain's base when the blood rain fell, and then uprooted the opponent's base.

After dominating this server, they immediately set off and rushed towards the next server.

They were like the Astartes who turned on the light speed engine, the cosmic lunatic who awakened the power of the magnetic field, and Lord Frieza after his third transformation, and started running around in the servers.

Countless players from other countries were beaten to the point of trembling, and the black uniforms became a nightmare here, making them sleepless.

Black has become the scariest color in this game. Many players feel like they are trembling all over after seeing black. That feeling is even scarier than seeing one hundred billion murderers!

This effect attracted a large number of Chinese players, and the black flame began to grow continuously, and then burned throughout the "Land of Samsara".

At the same time that Hongchenhuo changed, Fang Cheng, who had just returned to the studio, also felt this change.

After carefully feeling the worldly fire, even Fang Cheng, who had given up hope in this game, felt powerless at this time.

You guys are really capable of causing trouble.

Thousands of players were killed in the Beimi server as if they were reincarnated. Countless players were killed by their tricks, which completely distorted the atmosphere of the game.

Not to mention preaching, the light emitted by these things can be combined into natural light.

Fang Cheng sighed helplessly, feeling that he really couldn't underestimate players anymore.

As long as they are given a chance, they can perform operations that they cannot even understand, leaving them completely unaware of how this matter will develop.

Unlike Fang Cheng who was sighing, other employees in the studio looked at Fang Cheng who came back, full of curiosity and expectation.

They know what the boss is doing.

Various restrictions in the gaming industry have always existed, and the instability of the gaming industry has also caused them quite a headache.

Therefore, when he knew that Fang Cheng was traveling to relax the review, Xiaodouzi directly hung up Fang Cheng's head and worshiped him every day as a Bodhisattva.

It might be better if the headshot wasn't printed with a black and white printer.

I thought the boss would be gone for at least half a year, but within a month, Fang Cheng came back.

Looking at Fang Cheng, who was frowning, a group of people kept thinking about their words and how to comfort Fang Cheng.

Not long after, Xiaodouzi immediately stepped forward and said to Fang Cheng: "Boss, victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers. Young hero, let's start again."

"That's right." Fang Cheng nodded slightly, "I will pay more attention next time."

Realizing that Fang Cheng's mood was not very low, Huang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and came over and said, "Boss, the review is not that simple. Do we have to do it step by step?"

"What happened to the review?" Fang Cheng asked doubtfully, "It passed easily. Teacher Shen has now established a temporary review committee with other former game producers, and subsequent games will be reviewed by them. But because it is It’s temporary, so you have to be careful with everything.”

Hearing that it actually happened, Huang Ping felt countless ecstasy in his heart.

But soon, he asked doubtfully: "Boss, now that the matter is done, why do you sigh when you come back?"

""The Land of Reincarnation" was not done well. I feel like I still have many shortcomings."

Looking at Fang Cheng who continued to frown and think, Huang Ping silently returned to his seat.

boss……

Your level of Versailles is so high that I really can’t keep up.