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As the bank deployed troops to launch a siege, No. 1 finally chose a relatively weak city, [Qingyuan], between the two cities.

This is a level five city. Although it is not an important county town, it is a good choice to be a temporary base in the current situation.

In No. 1's plan, [Qingyuan] is located at the junction of Jizhou Changshan County and Wei County. According to the geographical location, even if it is impossible to attack Wei County's provincial capital [Ye] directly, it can take a step back and turn its guns to attack the county town [Changshan]. The two cities are both located on the north side of [Qingyuan], giving No. 1 more diverse offensive options.

Both Commander-in-Chief No. 1 and Han Feng behind the scenes of the battle understood that the actions of the Feng Xuanwu Third Regiment were equivalent to dancing on the edge of a knife. There could be no mistakes in any step. Any mistake could make two or three weeks of efforts go to waste. Even if there was a chance for the next attack, it would never be as easy as this time. The bank must be on high alert.

"Xiaobai, pay attention and cover the Maple Group's airborne landing. Break the city tonight and clear out an open space!" After seeing that the Maple Group and the Black Tortoise Group had attracted enough firepower in [Yuancheng], No. 1 made quick adjustments and began to shift the battlefield using the high mobility of the Third Group.

This operation can be said to be tried and tested. Every time, it can be used to get rid of some players who resist it, distract their attention, and make them lost in the demolition of the empty fortress group.

People often like to stay in an environment that they are familiar with, and the same is true in games.

Players don't like to change battlefields frequently. They can fight intensively in one battlefield for four or five days, but are unwilling to spend half a day to change battlefields.

Number One took advantage of this and constantly split the enemy's manpower and reduced its combat effectiveness.

This time it is another long-distance battlefield transfer. Han Feng doesn't think that the various regiments of the bank will be so tacitly aligned as to leave any airborne positions for support for friendly regiments. In this respect, they cannot be compared with the Feng Xuanhu Third Regiment.

Because at this time, the fortress group in the rear camp, which was the safest part of the White Tiger Regiment's position, had shown signs of being about to be demolished. Just an hour ago, No. 1 had already given Xiaobai and Xuanwu the order to pre-dismantle the rear fortresses, and then wait for follow-up notifications.

At this moment, the benefits were reflected. After receiving the order, Xuanwu immediately cancelled the demolition order of all the rear fortresses, and then began to arrange how to attract more firepower in the most efficient and powerful way. Ten minutes after the White Tiger Group issued the order, dozens of fortresses in the rear suddenly disappeared, and were replaced by dozens of arrows from [Yuancheng]. However, under the cover of the fog of war, the bank players were completely unaware of these small actions.

Even several top controllers of Silver Wing Studio subconsciously believed that there was only one regiment of troops in the Qingyuan battlefield.

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At 9: in the evening, the vanguards of the Fengtuan and Xuanwutuan arrived at the Qingyuan battlefield one after another and began to photograph the fortress.

At this time, a tense and exciting siege battle was taking place on the Qingyuan battlefield.

In contrast to the tranquility in the rear, the battlefield on the front line was filled with smoke.

The red and blue sides are like two tea art masters, pulling each other in their own territories.

Concentrated fire, blocking, garrisoning, restraining counterattacks, outflanking, besieging and attacking reinforcements, blocking points and ambushing...

The battlefield under the fog is full of "Voldemorts" crawling in groups of three or two

Intentionally or unintentionally exposed to the enemy's vision

With these real and fake tests, it is impossible to tell whether these Voldemorts are real or fake...

"Do you have any information about these three points, [coordinates][coordinates][coordinates]? Fatty..." The attacker Monkey's face flushed, sweat oozing from the pores on his forehead, but he seemed to be completely unaware of it. The movements of his hands did not show any disorder, but instead became faster.

"Yes, it has been updated! There are two fake ones. The one in [coordinates] is Lao Liu. That team just defeated a team of full red Shu cavalry from the Mountain Patrol Group one minute ago." The fat man replied.

"Everyone, the lineups of the opposing team members have been updated. You all should update them." Brother Ding quickly operated the keyboard. As the 100% progress bar appeared on the screen, he uploaded all the latest data information to the database of Silver Wing Group 2.0 in [God Killer ].

Soon the other seven people updated the lineup information of the White Tiger Group members. Just a quick glance at the information of the generals in the first few serial accounts made Shi Tou and Xiao Tie, who were the defenders in the group, feel a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Many teams are showing green survival signs, which means that these teams have not yet appeared on the battlefield and are very likely hiding in a corner of the battlefield and ready to deal a fatal blow to their own side at any time.

"White Tiger No. 5 and No. 7 are really good at hiding. With four teams of cavalry and three teams of nuclear bombs, there's no telling how long they can hide! It's getting a headache to keep staring at them like this!" Shi Tou had already locked onto the fortresses of these two accounts among the vast fortresses. While defending, he would occasionally glance at these fortresses and complain.

"Brother Shi, there's no need to keep staring at it. [God Slayer] has a [Stalking Function]. Enter the fortress coordinates and it will help you keep an eye on it." Xiao Tie reminded him from the side. Both of them were defenders, so they sat close to each other for easy communication.

"Yo, you're a young man as expected, you can get the hang of it quickly!" With Xiaotie's reminder, Shitou quickly found this function and started using it happily.

"Damn, how many mental arithmetic masters are there on the other side? How can they defend against this?" Fatty's voice suddenly rang out in the silent apartment. The voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone in the room. All the people present were top-level controllers in Rate of Land. Naturally, they knew that there were some special beings in Rate of Land, that is, "mental arithmetic masters". These people's operations and consciousness were among the top in the entire Rate of Land. Among them, there were three mental arithmetic masters, namely Brother Ding, Fatty, and Monkey.

"You felt it too?" The monkey's voice sounded somewhat morbidly excited.

"I didn't feel it before, I just thought the opponent's execution was very strong. I was annoyed that the opponent could take all the scattered attacks just now!" The fat man looked sad and angry, as if he had suffered a great humiliation. Although he is the auxiliary player in the team, it does not mean that he has no right to attack. On the contrary, he has more than 20 control numbers, and his offensive ability is even more violent at times. You know, another responsibility of the auxiliary player is to be the auxiliary attacker in the team.

The fat man, who has strong mental arithmetic ability, has a large and oppressive offensive mode under the blessing of numbers. According to the monkey, it is very fancy but effective. However, everyone has his own style, and the fat man belongs to this kind of player.

As for the attacker Monkey, who is also blessed with the identity of a mental arithmetic, his attack style is more focused on single-target blasting. Even Monkey, who likes to choose assassin heroes in other games, only cares about speed, ruthlessness and accuracy when playing games. He will seize the enemy's vital points and attack fiercely until he repel, destroys or kills them, like a poisonous snake on the battlefield.

"The others take a break for half an hour, Haozi, clean up the battlefield." Brother Ding looked at the time, rubbed his nose, trying to relieve his fatigue.

The fat man raised his hand and took a sip of the coffee on the table. He still looked a little unhappy. His scattering was so handsome just now, but it didn't make any waves at all. The monkey was right. It was useless to be fancy! But the fat man still thought that the monkey didn't understand him. Scattering is also an art! What kind of art is a petty stab? It's pure stupid behavior. Bah!
"There's also a studio across the street." Monkey said suddenly, interrupting Fatty's thoughts. This was not a question, but an affirmative sentence. "And they're not weaker than us. They're very strong!" Monkey continued to speak without paying attention to other looks.

Everyone knows that Monkey may laugh and joke with you at ordinary times, but once he enters the state of controlling the number, he becomes terribly calm, and is simply a natural number controller.

"I've thought about it for a long time, and among our companions, the ones should be those from [Seven-Colored Beans], right?" Monkey looked at Brother Ding with a questioning look.

Among so many people present, only Brother Ding has more gaming experience than him and is a hardcore gamer.

"It's not them." Brother Ding replied, but perhaps he felt it was not convincing enough, so he added, "Zidou said so."

Hearing this, the monkey seemed to be thinking about something, as if he had thought of something: "Is it the one from Jintuan?"

"That's right. Their studio generally doesn't engage in internal wars. If it were teammates, it wouldn't be like this." Brother Ding said with certainty.

"What about their identities?"

"I don't know. It's new."

“It feels stronger than us.”

"But we have [God Slayer], don't we?"

The two looked at each other, then looked at the screen silently without saying anything.

Brother Ding knew that even if he said this, if he still lost, it would be a slap in the face.

"Here they come! They're attacking again!" Before they could rest for long, the sound of the rat who was paving the road nearby came, pulling everyone back to the battlefield.

"As expected of the White Tiger Regiment, their attack really leaves us no time to breathe!"

The fat man pursed his lips, put down the coffee in his hand, and pulled the computer over from the side again.

"Hey, Fatty!" came the monkey's voice.

The fat man was stunned for a moment and looked over: "What?"

"Cooperate with me, we'll be together later!" the monkey said coldly. Maybe it was because of the repeated attacks from the white tiger that the fat man got angry, but he could actually hear some anger in the monkey's voice.

"Okay, I'll blast you into the sky!" The fat man swept away his previous gloom and threw himself into the battlefield with a red face...

"Humph! White Tiger Group!"

The monkey, wearing headphones, snorted coldly. (End of this chapter)