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An ancient philosopher and speaker once said: Life is a hero, and death is a hero.

Of course, this man is still a failed politician and a true man who has achieved emotional success. This proverb was crushed and crushed under the wheel of history, and the only thing that is today's interpretation is: if you don't become a hero, you will die early and be born soon...

The above is purely a fallacy.

To this day, there are few people who dare to stand on the battlefield in reality. Only those who want to become heroes will stand up and block the gun, raise a box lunch, and exchange one's life for another, which is worth it. In the era of cold weapons fighting, the continuous process of fighting is relatively long, and personal courage can be fully reflected, so there is still a chance to engage in heroism and development.

Brewster and Overry are two qualified commanders, because they only command on the war horses and do not charge directly. Generally speaking, the number of people and tactics are the most important factors for winning at this time. When the number of people is similar to that of individual combat strength, what is seen at this time is the formulation and performance of tactics.

The pre-war archery clearance can also be understood as the distrust of these two senior generals in the Apocalypse. The two have a very tacit understanding in this regard. The best soldiers are soldiers who are prohibited by orders, and they can not fight bravely. Anyway, these Apocalypse will not really die, and killing them will be the opponent's accidental injury. Let's clean them up first.

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly as he listened to the insults of countless players' swear words, noises and howls before his death. From the beginning of the end of the world, the main brain of the system gave these NPCs a complete mind for the integrity of the game world.

NPCs are local indigenous people on the Dawn Continent, while the Apocalypse is a sudden intruder, just like the mercenaries on the African Road.

Not expelling the first time has given the face of the Goddess of Light. The player also wants to shake the tiger body and win over a few powerful NPCs as younger brothers? It is simply a ignorant and fearless person.

The players in the melee soon discovered that the place they were staying was a meat grinder with concentrated arrow rain. After three waves of arrow rain, more than half of the more than 20,000 players were killed or injured. The players came back to their senses and moved east-west directions, and soon let the heavy shield formations of both sides stand straight.

The formations on both sides are surprisingly similar. First, two rows of shields stand with shields, and then five or six rows of archers form arrow formations. The most numerous spearmen and swordsmen stand one after another. Odin's side ranks the swordsmen in front, while Sak's side ranks the spearmen in front, which is obviously different in the use of troops.

No one came out to confront each other, and there was no need to make any harsh words. The Hammer of Thor above his head was destined to break out of this battle.

The system has written the script a long time ago, but this script is a bit too early.

Brewster raised his sword and pointed diagonally at the distant mountains in the north, "Attack!"

roar!

The war drums rose again, and the two rows of shield battles took steps. The neat footsteps followed the rhythm of the drums, playing the exciting hearts that had not been finished just now.

"Glory of Thor!" Overy raised the sword in his hand unwillingly, "Attack!"

War drums, shield battles, and arrow rains, Wang Xiaofeng felt a little excited. He watched two torrents of steel gradually approaching in front of him, and was a little upset by the dull pressure before a storm broke out.

The archers remained motionless, and rows of swordsmen and spearmen passed by the archers, following the pace of shield war. Their advance allowed the archers on both sides to see the call of military achievements. The arrows were shot from a distance, covering the group of swordsmen and spearmen who were defending low attacks and high attacks.

Death begins at this moment.

Without the players' wailing and insults, when they fell to the ground, they just groaned and fell down, without any extra remarks.

The distance was close, eighty meters, and the second wave of arrows began to explode.

"Charge!" "Charge!"

Two orders were passed to everyone's ears at the same time. The sound of killing was roaring, and the thunder above the head instantly lost its color. Only the condensed battle cry remained in the world.

"kill!"

Two black torrents accelerated suddenly, and the two rows of shield battles remained in a neat pace while running. Rows of swordsmen and spearmen kept in line and began to accelerate. The spears were raised horizontally, uniformly and able to penetrate everything blocked in front.

Wang Xiaofeng held his breath and stood on the central mail tower and looked at the front line that stretched across a thousand meters. The shock in his heart was unspeakable. The shields of both sides shouted in unison, and the black torrent suddenly accelerated again; the light and shadow left by the charge were neat and heavy, sweeping everything ahead like a tsunami.

Bang! Suddenly, I could hear the sound of the collision between the shields, and raised the sword high and slashed it hard. Even if it could not cause much damage, I would still cut out the momentum of the shield fighting between the two sides.

"Kill!" The swordsmen and spearmen with the largest number began to charge, and the neat formation began to chaotic, like the white waves after the black tsunami, constantly rushing against the reef dam.

Crowing, crossing, golden flags and silver flags mixed with each other, and the soldiers on both sides handed over and began a bloody battle.

"The archer is forward ten meters! Shoot freely at the rear of the enemy!" "The mage group advances twenty meters and supports firepower!"

Two similar orders sounded in the central army, and the group of fire magic did not have many reasonable formations, but locked bombardment began on both sides close to the chaos of war. Low-level mages were not powerful on the battlefield, and high-level mages were too rare and mostly were controlled by the magic union to form battle formations.

The number of mage groups on both sides is only 2,000, which is not much different from the number of shield battles between the parties. The largest number are spearmen and archers. When the two armies face off, one inch shorter is as dangerous as one inch, and the sword dance cannot hit the rushing and provoking.

Several waves of arrows passed by his ears, and Wang Xiaofeng was still calmly watching the battles around him. The battle between these soldiers who only had one life as capital was much more tragic and boring than the fighting between the players just now.

If you have the strength to shout, it is better to put more weapons into the enemy's chest. Kill one is enough to make a fortune and kill two is to defend the country. The heroes who can survive to the end are; only by killing more enemies can you survive to the end.

Soon, Wang Xiaofeng made a conclusion: the tactics were similar, the number of people was comparable, and the two sides were evenly matched.

The player who had just run away didn't come back, and began to harass the military formations of both sides on the edge of the battlefield. Soon, another wave of melee was set off.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head. These players were really not able to do anything. Later, he realized that he was also a player. The priest and the special envoy deserved it, which made him a little inverted the worldview. Without a commander, he could only be considered a mob, and no matter how many people were, he would not play much role.

Players kept coming everywhere, and the number of people quickly gathered to 30,000 to 40,000, and extended the scope of the battle at the brink of NPC troops.

I sent a private chat to Zi Yan, and Zi Yan returned to a team to invite her. After entering, I couldn't help but feel happy. Zi Yan, Zhuhong's tears, and the way of heaven has feelings. The three giants of the large guild gathered together, and it seemed that they kept laughing and the conversation was going well.

"Let the comrades kill you, we will soon harvest it."

"Now pass?" Zi Yan asked back, "Thirty or forty thousand players have fought, and we won't be able to play much role even if we go."

"Yes," Tiandao Youqing said that he was very comfortable in the conversation between the two beautiful presidents. "Thanks to the reminder of Brother Suifeng just now, otherwise these thousands of people would die at once at the same time, and the losses would be heavy enough. But now, I'm afraid the timing is wrong. We may not be able to make a fortune in the chaos of 30,000 to 40,000 people."

"This kind of large-scale battle should have battlefield tasks," Zhu Hongmei supported the First Shenmu. "Let's go over, Brother Suifeng should have his plans."

"Is there a plan?" "No," Wang Xiaofeng chuckled and said, "I am a soldier under Boss Zi Yan. The three presidents are here, so I won't show off my skills." "Brother Suifeng is too modest. You, the first god masturbation, are a golden signboard."

The words of the Heavenly Dao have sentimentality seem to mean something, but Wang Xiaofeng avoided the important and continued: "Although there is no plan, there are some ideas or can we make a fortune in war." "What ideas?" "You can come first."

The Zhu Hong girl immediately muttered in a low voice: "Is there anyone who is like a soldier like this?" "He," Zi Yan raised her mournful voice, "If you weren't here, I'll be his soldier." "Haha, the relationship between the two is good." "Well, brother Youqing is such a bad word! Our boss is humbly accepting advice, humbly..."
Chapter completed!