lead soil control trumpeter

"Which group is this person from? Damn! Why is he ungrouped? Who invited him in? Contact him immediately! Let him log in and get free!"

"Oh, by the way, where are the people in the studio? Tell them to quickly set up a defense line. We didn't pay them to be goalposts. I don't need to teach them how to defend, right?"

700 was very angry at the moment. He took a sip of tea to calm himself. Thinking about how he had just been admitted to the hospital for staying up late to play Rate of Earth, he was still somewhat frightened and could only force himself not to have too much psychological fluctuation.

But then again, after playing for so long this season, even he didn't notice that there were still a few inactive people in the alliance who were not grouped. He actually had some impression of these people before. In the early and middle stages of the season, these ungrouped people were added in as pavement accounts, and there were also a few who relied on "backdoors" to get in and get resource bonuses. Unexpectedly, he couldn't contact them at the critical moment.

"The Maple Group's people are really good at choosing locations to pave the way. Their defense line, which seems impregnable, actually allowed them to sneak in! What a bunch of stinky rats!" 700 muttered angrily.

Now these "dead" people can neither be contacted nor kicked out, because the price to be paid after being kicked out will be even greater. Not only will they lose the connection ground, but they will also lose all vision of this land. If the Fengtuan group takes advantage of this vision difference to do some small tricks here, he, 700, as the commander, will cry to death.

Thinking about Bingzhou, their former good brother ally, which was now almost becoming the back garden of Fengtuan and his gang, the land was turned upside down. He couldn't imagine that there was a group of people who were fighting madly on the front line while at the same time controlling a regiment of people to use the paving team to fight "guerrilla warfare" in Bingzhou, paving roads and turning the land to build fortresses everywhere.

And if they fail to build a fortress, it will expand outward like a Zerg nest. When that happens, they will face the dilemma that the whole piece of land may become an airport for the Holy Alliance.

One or two encirclements are fine, but if it happens too often, it will be a fatal blow to the Bingzhou Alliance, whose execution ability is not very strong. The players' patience will also be worn out. What's more hateful is that the Feng Xuanwu Third Regiment only paves the way and does not fight. Often, after working for a long time to encircle and block the enemy, they find that they have gained nothing, have not received any military rewards, and have wasted a lot of their own time. What's more annoying is that even if they are lucky enough to encounter a troop, it will be a level 50 big daddy team, and the kind that will die if touched. You must know that under the absolute control of No. , it is absolutely impossible for any troop to fight a meaningless battle.

Over time, the Bingzhou players were annoyed by Feng Xuanwu's aimless paving behavior. There was only one thought in my mind: someone should deal with it, right? Anyway, I won't go... Of course, most of them were those cursing voices, claiming that they would let these idiots entertain themselves, and I would not accompany them. It was a pure waste of each other's time, which was harmful to others and not beneficial to myself!

However, will Han Feng’s troops lack time?
The answer is of course no.

They are truly role models who provide dedicated service 24 hours a day!
Han Feng was happy to be free when the Bingzhou players ignored him. It would be best if these people ignored the transit fortress group he left in Bingzhou so that he could better guarantee the transportation of the reserve troops of the three frontline regiments. However, at this moment, the bank where the Holy Alliance entered was also very busy and had no time to care about the Feng Group's small actions in Bingzhou. He simply asked the Bingzhou person in charge to do his best to wipe out the remnants of the Holy Alliance and did not follow up further.

In Bank's eyes, the main forces of the Fengxuanhu Group 1 were all entangled by him. His Bingzhou Alliance was a T-level alliance after all, and it was easy for him to handle such a small matter. However, what they didn't know was that because of this negligence, how much trouble would be brought to them later.

……

late at night.

Han Feng has entrusted all control of the front line to No. 1, while he is secretly conducting a more important experiment.

"Does it have to be a Level 3 title?"

"Brother, we already have a system, can't we take advantage of a loophole?"

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

Han Feng, who was in the middle of an experiment, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw a member of the Anbu actually used a branch city to summon his small account to his server!

Sure enough, the system is awesome!
He was right in thinking that he could directly skip the limit of the Level 3 title.

To put it bluntly, as long as he wants, he can directly transfer the family account in the army to the Holy Silver Battlefield.

Han Feng adjusted his sleeping position, freed his mind, and continued to think deeply about what the opening of this limitation meant!
After a few minutes, he was suddenly shocked!
If you can skip the limit of level 3 title and summon directly, it means that the account will skip the stage of family maintenance and can completely serve as a temporary mercenary.

To put it simply, joining a family is equivalent to joining the battlefield.

The application time for changing family is 30 minutes...

After entering the battlefield, the members withdrew from the family, and then continued to repeat the operation... As he thought about it, Han Feng's eyes became hot!
Damn, it’s really infinite summoning!

In this way, as long as the server has an upper limit, you can continue to pull all the accounts you can control to the battlefield through the family's method of calling people!
Wait, what if my summons can break through the server limit...

Uh, forget it, this is not good...

Han Feng's thoughts kept diverging, making his heart become hot, and he couldn't wait to start a large-scale summoning!

Han Feng immediately paid attention to the invitational tournament server which was already half dead...

Well, it’s a bit tragic, so it’s better not to watch it.

In this state, it is probably a problem whether the branch city can be built, not to mention that a player has to develop and fight back when surrounded by enemies after falling behind by such a large gap.

From Han Feng's perspective, defeat in the invitational tournament was a foregone conclusion, even though he knew that his roommates were still fighting hard. On that small island, more than a dozen main cities had been destroyed, and all they saw were the core members of the Misty Rain Group.

On the outskirts of the island, under the hazy fog of war, the astonishing number of red fortresses makes people feel despair.

As for the mentality of good friends nowadays, they are mainly focused on gaining military honors, and they no longer care about rankings.

The only person that Han Feng was a little worried about was Lao Qiu. It had been nearly half a month, and Lao Qiu had been in a low mood the whole time.

Han Feng knew that among the group of friends, Lao Qiu was the most enthusiastic about the game of Rate of Land, even more so than the two hardcore players, Ben Ben and Murong. The latter two could only be considered civilian hardcore players at best, or to put it nicely, petty players who were willing to spend money. But Lao Qiu was different. He invested hundreds of thousands of dollars every season, and almost put all his energy into the game. Han Feng could accurately judge this from the number of times Lao Qiu ran out of the dormitory to have fun in nightclubs every month. He was really serious!
Of course, this also includes Monkey Brother and Biao Brother, who are frequent nightclub customers. Han Feng is not sure about Monkey Brother's condition, but as for Biao Brother, according to Ben Ben's gossip, since he started to fight for the rate of land, there has been no more shoes under Biao Brother's bed...

All in all, the friends were all working hard, overtly or covertly, which made Han Feng feel a little guilty, and his hands moved a little faster as he controlled the trumpet.

The kitchen knife attacked, and as the large army was immersed in the sequence of concentrated fire...

"Okay, I'm not in good shape today, let's fight again another day."

A few minutes later, Han Feng sighed. Perhaps his small account was a little weak, or perhaps he was unlucky. Han Feng, who was used to controlling a full red account, was not quite used to playing this "high red" account. He would definitely "buy" a full red account to join the team next season.

Looking at Suzaku again, it must be said that this nanny group has indeed done its best. Half of the group has been captured, and the remaining half has surrounded the other side of the entrance to the island of the Misty Rain Group and protected the last resource area of ​​the two groups.

Whenever a member of the Suzaku Regiment was captured, that member would give up all the land without hesitation and let his teammates absorb it, and then start his own struggle with internal affairs. Even the rival Eighth Regiment was amazed by this behavior, and many high-level members of the regiment tried to persuade the captured members of the Suzaku Regiment to surrender, but this behavior would ultimately fall on deaf ears.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound!
Just when Han Feng was asking the Anbu boss Cain whether there was any hope for a turnaround in the Cain Invitational, the system prompt sounded.

At the same time, Qinglong, dressed in a green sportswear, appeared from the void. When he saw Han Feng's consciousness looking at him, he shrugged his shoulders and slowly walked towards him with his hands in his pockets.

"It's coming out so soon?" Han Feng was a little surprised, but when he came to his senses, he remembered that the server where Qinglong stayed was a small season, which didn't last long. It was almost time.

"Well, Brother Feng, are there any follow-up tasks? Do we need to continue to follow [Wang Le Cang Long]?" Qinglong asked, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand.

"Find a reason to postpone it. Don't enter the game yet. Wait for my news!" Han Feng was pleasantly surprised, and his thoughts gradually took shape. (End of this chapter)