My players are so fierce.

Chapter 1102: Old Bullhead’s Journey to Another World: Acting Chivalrously and Punishing Evildoers, Today I Know I Am Who I Am

The newbies encountered battle earlier than expected.

Of course, to put it another way, they overestimated the quality of the soldiers of Senta Oasis. When the newbies crossed the sand sea in groups and arrived at the sand dunes near the Port of Origin, they happened to meet the guard of 2,000 soldiers of Senta Oasis who were slowly crossing the sand sea.

Their casual posture and lack of enthusiasm during the march made a group of knowledgeable newbies shout that "the Sanghai Bandits of the Novice Village" have been refreshed.

Apparently, these rebels did not think they would be attacked in the desert they controlled. After all, from their perspective, this battle was a sure win.

Among the three oases near the Port of Origin, apart from the Senta family, there are only the Bom Oasis and the Vanset Oasis. The people of Vanset are known to be dogs of the Bom people who are so poor that they only have money left. Those guys who make a living by traveling for business are even more cowardly than the pampered Bom people.

Under the current circumstances, the Bohm people and their trained watchdogs simply dare not leave their comfort zones to come and support the Port of Origin.

Therefore, this wave of surprise attack is absolutely a sure thing!
Ha, once the Senta people occupied the Port of Origin, the family's future would be bright. To hell with the ridiculous Thirty-three Pilgrim Families! They had ruled this desert for more than a thousand years, and it was time for them to abdicate.

Although the Songhai people cannot say things like "the way of heaven has changed and the sacred artifacts have been replaced", ambition is a standard feature of humanoid creatures!

Small families like Senta Oasis, which have no chance of making a name for themselves under normal circumstances, are instead looking forward to the arrival of troubled times, so that they can at least satisfy their desire to be a self-made king. As for what to do after satisfying their desire, well, this question is a bit too far-fetched and too advanced for the current Senta people.

"These guys don't even have the slightest sense of defense. They have no scouts, no flanks, and even their marching formations are loose. They are indeed bandits."

The paratrooper hiding on the sand dune retracted his binoculars and said with disdain:
"In this vast desert, you dare to deploy this Changshan Snake formation. You have never suffered a loss. Sumu, Qiyuesan, and the brothers of the firepower group will be deployed in the front, waiting for Brother Niu to lead the others to rush down and then provide fire cover.

It doesn’t matter whether you can hit the person or not, what matters is that you have enough momentum!

This is our first battle, so don’t let those veteran players look down on us.”

"Just rush in like that?"

Mr. Niu next to the paratrooper was a little hesitant.

It wasn't that he was afraid of fighting. After all, players wouldn't die, so they naturally wouldn't be afraid of fighting. But he turned around and looked at the players who were jumping off the scarab car in the distance and gathering here.

He said with some annoyance:
"I see that the lower bodies of these young people are so loose, and it's obvious that they lack exercise on a daily basis. They are having a hard time even walking in the desert. Can they really win?"

"Well, let me put it this way, old man."

The paratrooper shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, but pouted and complained:
"Don't be misled by our family's elite military thinking. When they first established their armies, only a few families prepared for world wars and great power games. From my experience, whether it's in real life or in games, most of the wars are not between the two sides, but a competition to see who is worse.

After a thorough study of the various Black Disaster battles that the old players have been bragging about, it is actually true that the Transians' tactics in the war were not that advanced.

Anyway, you trust me.

As long as everyone dares to fight and kill, there will be absolutely no problem in this battle!"

"Okay! Then I'll go get some people ready."

Old Man Niu nodded, stood up, and hurried along the slope of the sand dune towards where the newbies were gathering.

About ten minutes later, a group of newbies who covered their mouths to avoid making any sound followed the old bull head and moved to the edge of the big sand dune in a crooked marching route. They lay on the sand ridge and could even see the backs of the Senta warriors in front of them with their naked eyes.

Those guys started to set up camp in a flat area. The rear guards also moved out pots and stoves, obviously planning to rest here.

"The Songhai are okay, just think of them as a prettier version of the Sandfury trolls, but those giant bugs look pretty fierce."

Next to Mr. Niu, a newbie said uneasily:
"Let me make it clear in advance that I am not a coward, nor am I afraid of fighting, but I have been afraid of insects since I was a child."

"Those are not scarabs for combat! They are obviously vehicles. The Songhai people domesticated different insects for different tasks. The scarabs used for combat have thicker shells and generally have barbs. They also have sprinting halberds on their heads like rhinoceros beetles. So don't be afraid. These insects are very docile and will not attack you."

On the other side, the newbie who was half-crouching behind the sand dune with a simple melta halberd made a gesture of pushing up his glasses. However, there were no glasses to push up in the game, which made this guy a little embarrassed.

However, seeing how professional he was, Old Bullhead couldn't help but ask:
"Brother, what do you do in real life?"

"Well, someone who studies bugs, so you could call him an entomologist, I guess."

The skinny guy who chose the Songhai template sighed and said:
"I know what you want to ask. I'm not interested in games, but my ex-girlfriend suddenly sent me a message not long ago, trying to tempt me to come in and help her raise insects. That crazy woman said she wanted to raise a dominant insect, but now she has encountered some technical difficulties."

"Oh, I know that foreign entomologist on the forum is called Terra Nova. I heard she's an Egyptian beauty. So she's your girlfriend?"

Some young players immediately started gossiping, but the guy with the ID "Renault Jim" denied it with a headache on his face:
“I already said she was my ex-girlfriend!

That woman is a bit crazy. There are more than 30 pet insects in the suburban villa she rented. I was almost bitten by a wolf spider on the third night of living with her. Although it is non-toxic, who would keep insects and let them roam freely?
I can't stand it.

This time I entered the game purely for academic purposes. After all, my little director was also coughed, so I can’t talk about these. Anyway, I am considered an entourage member and have already planned to join the Explorer Guild. "

"Okay, let's talk about these things later!"

Seeing that these young people were getting happier and happier as they talked, Mr. Niu had to stop them.

This is going to be a war! Be serious!

Today’s young people are really
"boom"

A sharp explosion sounded in the sky above the sand dunes ahead. Old Niutou looked up at the red signal flare and knew the time had come. He stood up, holding a Sanghai halberd, and shouted:
"Brothers! Follow me! Don't be soft-hearted, these are rebels!"

Old Man Niu was the first to jump out. The players behind him reacted a little slower, but they also followed him by shouting and stepping on the sand.

Several Songhai players also raised the battle flag of the Bom family. The scene of hundreds of people rushing down the sand dunes together was very similar to the momentum of the Indians rushing down the ridge to rob passers-by in some classic movies.

The attacked Senta Oasis soldiers were also a little panicked, but before they could prepare themselves, the firepower groups that had moved to both sides in advance began to suppress them with fire.

The melta guns provided by the Bohm family were fired together with traditional bows and crossbows, and some projectile explosives were thrown from both sides. Don’t worry about whether they can hit people or not, but the full momentum that the paratrooper required was indeed achieved.

Even most of the players in the firepower group were too excited, causing them to shoot without aiming, and just fired randomly with the black uncles' iconic faith shooting, which not only caused chaos among the Senta people, but also forced the assault group players who were charging over there to hide.

Grandpa Niu was charging forward with his halberd in hand when he saw a guy next to him who was in high spirits was suddenly hit by a stray bullet. He fell to the ground without a sound and disappeared. This forced this "martial arts master" to change direction to avoid the "friendly fire".

The scene is too chaotic right now, worthy of being a ragtag army composed of newbies, but it is a bit chaotic, at least the firepower suppression was indeed achieved.

Moreover, the inconsistency between the charge line and the direction of the firepower made the Senta people realize that they had fallen into an ambush. When they saw the battle flag of the Bom clan erected in the yellow sand, they immediately knew that today's incident would be serious, and this group of third-rate soldiers of the Songhai Empire also became confused.

A group of people gathered together to prepare for defense, but many of them turned around and rode on the scarabs to run away.

As luck would have it, a fleeing guy just rushed towards Grandpa Niu. He saw a bandit's scimitar appear on the other side's ferocious face, as if a knight on horseback was going to cut off his head. Grandpa Niu, who had practiced kung fu all his life but only stepped onto the battlefield today, didn't even have time to react before his body moved on its own.

Driven by muscle memory, he swung the molten halberd in his hand forward, while at the same time tilting his body to avoid the blade.

At that moment, there was no time to feel it carefully. I could only feel that the weapon in my hand encountered resistance but it passed by in the next moment.

When Old Man Niu came back to his senses after catching his breath, the headless corpse riding the scarab behind him had fallen into the desert, and the chopped-off head of the other party rolled down at his feet. The high temperature of the molten halberd had charred the wound so much that it didn't even bleed.

Is this the real killing? Hmm, it seems to be simpler than I have always imagined?
"what!"

Before Old Man Niu could wake up from his philosophical speculation, screams of a newbie came from his side. Old Niu looked back and saw that the entomologist named Renogim was being besieged by three Senta rebels and was about to die on the spot.

"How brave!"

With a roar, the hot melt halberd was thrown like a javelin, piercing the body of a Senta rebel who raised his sword.

The two remaining Songhai people were frightened by their companion's screams. When they turned around, they saw a ferocious mountain man rushing towards them with his fists clenched in anger. Although they could tell that the other party was not even a "Black Iron Elite", the overwhelming murderous intent still frightened the Songhai rebels.

After all, Senta Oasis only dared to use the power of the Pharaoh's assassination to carry out some small actions that were not worthy of being shown on the stage. Moreover, the territory was small and there was no industry. How elite could the family soldiers be?

The old bull head rushed over and knocked one down with a punch on the head, then turned around and kicked another one away, and then strangled the neck and chin of the rebel who was crawling up from the ground. At this moment he hesitated, but the entomologist in front of him with a bleeding head shouted:

"He's drawing his sword, kill him!"

"click"

With his arms crossed, the strangled Songhai man's neck bones made a teeth-grinding sound, and then he fell to the ground like noodles.

Old Man Niu was panting heavily, looking at the "accelerated heartbeat warning" that kept flashing on the UI. He took a deep breath to calm his mind, pulled out the halberd that was stuck in the corpse beside him, and protected the frightened entomologist.

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The last rebel got up but didn't even have the courage to turn around and fight again.

The guy's pants were wet and he ran away screaming into the sand dune next to him. A few seconds later, with a gunshot, another thug's life was sent to the underworld.

"Are you okay?"

Mr. Niu turned around and asked. The entomologist covered his head with a rag and stammered:
"Nothing, but this is just too exciting, isn't it? I almost vomited when I saw you stabbing that bastard to death, but the nausea was dispelled as soon as it came to my head. It seems that what they said about the black technology of the game helmet with built-in cognitive filtering is indeed true.

If this happened in real life, I would have fainted from fear.

I just found out today that I actually faint when I see blood."

"If you are alright, get up, pick up the knife and round shield at hand, and protect my back and flanks."

The old bull head looked at the chaotic battlefield around him and said:
"It's not time to rest yet. Now that we've started, we have to finish it in one go. Follow me!"

After saying that, the mountain villager holding the melta halberd roared like a wild bull and charged into the enemy camp. He used the moves he usually used to strengthen his body at will, and with the help of the exaggerated cutting melta halberd, he continued to create deaths, just like the fierce generals in ancient legends, who were unmatched when charging into the enemy camp.

To describe him as killing one person in every ten steps would be a bit of an understatement of Old Bull Head's explosive fighting power at this moment.

Players have always possessed the wonderful characteristics of "being reckless and timid" and "sticking together". Seeing that Mr. Niu was so brave, players immediately came over to "team up" with him. After just over ten minutes, they formed a turbid current that crisscrossed the battlefield.

The old bull head is the charging arrow, followed by the newbies who are shouting and yelling with great excitement.

They rushed to wherever there was chaos. After the old man broke the battle formation with unparalleled bravery, the newbies in the assault group rushed forward and slashed with their swords. Their spirit of not caring about their lives and enjoying war quickly defeated these arrogant Songhai people. Especially when the paratrooper led the reserve group into the battlefield, the two thousand rebels of the Senta family quickly surrendered in an organized manner.

"What to do?"

The half-elf ranger July-Three, who was enjoying the killing, scratched his head and asked in a low voice:
"We can't take them to Origin Port, otherwise..."

He cut down with his left hand, expressing a meaning that could not be expressed explicitly, and then he was slapped on the forehead by the paratrooper. The newbies did not know the truth of this world, but they, the professionals, knew it.

It hasn't even been a day since I entered the game. If there's a scandal of killing prisoners, I'm going to have to write a self-criticism report.

"We are not far from the Origin Port. We will walk the rest of the way there. Let the Bohm guards who brought us here take these guys to the rear and keep them in custody."

The paratrooper said loudly:

"What awaits them is the rest of their lives of perpetual labor in Transia. Lord Murphy is worried about the shortage of manpower. To put it bluntly, these are more than a dozen vacancies. We should do something good for the brothers who are still waiting for helmets, right?"

"We can't just send them there like this! If they make a scene on the way, the Bohm family won't be able to suppress it."

Uncle Niu, covered in blood, came over with a exhausted hot melt halberd. He wiped the blood off his face with great momentum and said:

"Break one arm for each of them, then tie them together with ropes. Don't use the scarab cart. Let them walk to the Bom Oasis! Once they get there, they won't have the energy to cause trouble."

"Ha, it's you who's at fault, brother."

July 3rd gave a thumbs up and immediately took people to do the work. Then, endless screams rang out from the blood-stained sea of ​​sand, causing some kind-hearted female players to turn their heads away.

"Are you all right, old man?"

The paratrooper stepped forward and asked:
"I just saw you kill at least twenty enemies by yourself. How about you log off and take a rest? Such an exciting battle is not good for the old man's spirit."

"Do you know who I am?"

Mr. Niu blinked his eyes, and the paratrooper shrugged and said:

"You are the distinguished guest personally invited by Master Qin. How could I not know? The fact proves that Master Qin is Master Qin. He just picked a matchless warrior for us. If you can achieve such results in your rookie period, I'm afraid you will be able to enter the Hall of Fame when you break through the Iron level.

It's really the fastest legend."

"Black Iron?"

Uncle Niu glanced at the experience bar on the UI and said with a curled lip:
"I'm already level 8. I can break through with just one more game. This damn game really has a trick. I finally understand why those little tigers at home are so addicted. Alas, for an enterprising warrior, this place is simply heaven."

"Don't let yourself become a murderer."

The paratrooper smiled, and the old man also laughed and leaned on his weapon, saying in a very casual manner:
“Who doesn’t have inner demons throughout their life?

To be honest with you, when I was young, I didn't know how to hold back when fighting with others. It was all thanks to time that I toughened my character. I thought I had smoothed it out, but today's fight was like a tiger out of a cage. I killed everyone in a mess and felt quite refreshed. All the years of depression in my heart were swept away.

He is so old, yet he has such an opportunity. I am afraid he will be able to make another breakthrough in martial arts.

But it's meaningless for a person who is half buried in the ground to say these things. I want to say, don't underestimate the old man's character. There will be fierce battles after this Origin Port. I will go all out, but I have a question for you."

He stared at the paratrooper and said seriously:

"In this 'game', we play the role of justice, right?"

"Well, we are the party of order."

The paratrooper brother also answered seriously:
"There is chaos in this world, and our duty is to fight against those bastards who disturb the world. This place has been in chaos for more than a thousand years, and we really need 'great knights' who are willing to help the weak and the weak.

I believe you will soon become a hero to the Songhai people and Transia."

(End of this chapter)