novelhk Chapter 37: Two horizontal lines and one vertical line, that's all there is to it.
Chapter 37: Two horizontal lines and one vertical line, that's all there is to it.
"I bet I've seen that guy." The sister-in-law, carrying a spear and holding the reins, looked at the knights watching from the opposite hillside.
"Damn, I'll remember them even if they're ashes!" The man who didn't eat cilantro, who was also standing on his horse, recognized the knight opposite him as the same barbarians who had been circling his corpse.
"Let's go back and inform everyone!" His sister-in-law smacked her lips and reluctantly mounted the horse, feeling as if her hips were about to be rubbed raw.
The two players who went to scout ahead didn't waste any time and spurred their horses to head back to their own group.
"We've found them!"
Scar, the young Dothraki, had a savage glint in his eyes. The name originally belonged to their captain, the leader who had led them away from Khor. He inherited the name because he had sworn to avenge his captain.
"Let's go, let that idiot Melo lead the way," Scar didn't lead any men in pursuit. He turned his horse around and ordered one of his Dothraki men, "Follow them!"
"I feel like you two are magnets. It's only been one night, you've just left the village, and you've already run into another group?"
Hearing his sister-in-law return with the news, Pineapple Lover was already regretting hanging out with these two magnets beside him; this was more than just bad luck.
"Damn it, is the monster spawn mechanism this bad? It should spawn nearby!" Storm cursed as well.
"Alright, what's meant to be will be, and look at them." Fengyun's words made the two of them turn their heads subconsciously, only to see a group of players sharpening their knives, ready to attack the monsters at any moment.
Yes, the three of them are the guild leaders, so naturally they have to consider this and that. But ordinary players are here for the battle. They just want to have fun and don't care about anything else. They just want to fight!
"Damn it! Why not eat the meat that's practically in your mouth!" The pineapple lover drew his longsword, turning to look at his brothers in the guild:
"Brothers, in a moment our Knights Templar will slaughter them, leaving them with a mountain of heads!"
"Kill him and his heads will roll!"
"Kill him and his heads will roll!"
Sometimes, Fengyun and Baofeng admired this guy who loves pineapple. Just by touching his upper and lower lips together, he could boost the morale of the players in the guild so much.
Little did they know that the members of the Knights Templar were all "buddies" in real life.
"Brothers! Kill one! Five hundred for a head right now!" Fengyun put on his heavy armor again, then turned around and shouted.
"Listen up, brothers of Thunder Palace! Kill every last one of them on the other side! Leave no one alive! For every one you kill, the guild leader will reward him with an 800 yuan red envelope!"
After finishing his sentence, Storm, the young master who always wanted to dominate Fengyun, gave the other person a provocative glance, completely forgetting his humble appearance when he dragged the other person into joining him that morning.
"The president is so generous!"
"The president is awesome!"
"Kill them until rivers of blood flow!"
There is arguably no legion in the world with higher morale than this group of players at this moment, not even the Unsullied, because, in the words of the slave owners, a small number of Unsullied would "go astray".
The moment a player is born, they are a demon.
rumble rumble
The sound of horses' hooves reached the ears of the players.
Before long, a troop of light cavalry slowly appeared on the horizon.
Immediately following, a forest of spears and lances appeared, and hundreds of soldiers slowly came into view.
"My goodness, this person must be exhausted," one player exclaimed.
"What's there to be afraid of? We're just worried about not having enough kills to go around. Kill one today and we'll make a profit; kill two and we won't have to worry about the end of the month!"
"Line up!" the three presidents practically roared.
The players started to do as instructed, and after a period of chaos, they managed to form two crooked lines.
"Spears up, brothers! Those with shields, stand in front! Lord Marquis! Yuki! We'll expose their faces later, grab the horsemen and shoot them!"
"Brothers of the Knights Templar, those with bows and arrows, gather together! Forget everything else, just shoot your arrows and you're a hero!"
"Brothers of Thunder Palace, throw knives and axes, and don't be stingy with the junk you get from the chests. If you win this round, the guild leader will pay for the coins you get to exchange for better items in the player shop!"
"This is the kind of trash they have?" The second son's commander, Melo, stood on his horse, sword slung over his shoulder, and disdainfully surveyed the players' ranks, then lazily glanced back at Officer Uhan in his unit.
"You take Bakayo and Hammer's 100 men as the first echelon. I want you to break through the lines of this rabble!"
"Understood!" Wuhan stepped forward and replied.
"Commander, I'll keep a few handsome prisoners. You won't mind, will you?" Bakayo was a fearsome axeman in the Second Sons' Regiment, and also a homosexual.
The burly man standing next to him, whose left arm was almost twice as thick as his right, Hammer, who served as both a weapons maker and an armor maker in the Second Sons, looked at Bakayo with disgust and angrily threw the wine sack back at his apprentice Nail.
"Do as you please, as long as you break through their lines!" Melo also disliked him; nobody likes having a burly man who's always staring at your backside around.
"kill!"
Wu Han didn't say much, but selected one hundred skilled fighters to form the first echelon, who would be the most ferocious wave of attack from the Second Sons.
"Scarface, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. You can't tarnish the reputation of my Second Sons Regiment any longer. I want you to lead your squad as the second wave. Once Wuhan has broken through their formation, I want you to charge in and expand their gains!"
Although Melo was infamous, he still had the skills he needed. Scarface trusted his command and didn't say much, leading his men to prepare.
"I will personally command the rest as the third echelon. Of course, I believe that we won't even need to lift a finger; the rabble on the other side will be wiped out!" Melo shouted.
The mercenaries of the Second Sons Group burst into laughter, their chaotic dance resembling the demons of Lion Camel Ridge.
"kill!"
After hastily lining up, Wu Han gave the order, and hundreds of skilled fighters, led by him, charged towards the players' ranks, brandishing their weapons.
"They're here! Get ready!"
This was the first time the three guild leaders had experienced the feeling of their palms sweating with nervousness during a game.
With the menacing and fierce-looking enemy close at hand, the three commanders were under immense pressure. After all, it didn't matter if ordinary players didn't perform well, but if they, as guild leaders, failed in their command, how could they expect their subordinates to trust them in the future?
"Little Li Guang is here!" In the team, player Little Li Guang drew his bow and nocked an arrow. With a whoosh, the arrow shot out of the air as fast as a shooting star.
Bakayo, who was at the forefront, fell to the ground with a thud, and Hammer behind him could clearly see the arrow stuck in the poor man's throat.
"Idiot!" Hammer's eyes changed from murky to serious, and he snatched the shield from the mercenary next to him and held it in front of him.
Most ordinary players only fired a few arrows, just to join in the fun. After Xiao Li Guang and Yang Youji shot down seven or eight enemies, the enemy had already rushed close.
"Kill them!" the players roared.
In close combat, the brave shall prevail!