Rebirth of the strongest magic chef

Chapter 387 The Great War Begins

"How could this happen!" Jiuniang Mantou said in surprise.

Dark Cloud City is nearly two hours away from Qingmei City, even if it is Wangcheng, where the throne is located, it will take more than an hour and a half to rush over.

Including the rectification of personnel, the mobilization of siege equipment, and the march of tens of thousands of people, the speed is only slow.

But looking at the time, it was only half an hour in the past. No matter how prepared the throne was, no matter how quickly, it was impossible to come here in such a short time.

"Brother, is it true that the people of the throne have been around us?" someone said.

At present, there have been dozens of siege battles in China, large and small. Some guilds that look like shrewd ambushes their members near the city in advance, waiting for the siege to start, and suddenly attack.

It's just that Xiangqingmei City is a tall and solid city with tens of thousands of members. If the number of ambushes is too small, it will be impossible to attack the city. Once there are too many ambushes, even if there are thousands of people, the city defenders' guild will be aware of it all and respond in advance.

But at this time, only half an hour later, the people from the throne suddenly appeared, and at this point in time, it happened to be another siege point.

"How could it be such a coincidence? It's like the throne is stuck in time?" Jiuniang Mantou was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest panic on his face.

He is now the person in charge of the entire station, if he panics first, what will the people below do?
"Order all melee players from regiment 1-10 to leave the city and meet the enemy outside the city, while the rest stand by at the gate of the city!"

"Second, you watch here, I'll go and see the arrangement on the other side of the arrow tower." Jiuniang Mantou was about to go downstairs when he was suddenly taken aback.

Under the city wall, the players leaving the city were in a mess.

According to the normal situation, from the moment the system notifies, Qingmei City still has at least two and a half hours of preparation time.

If it was Mr. Qingmei and other high-level officials, it would only take about half an hour to an hour to straighten out the tens of thousands of people in Qingmei Villa.

Even for Jiuniang steamed buns, more than two hours are enough to complete the rectification and arrangement.

But now, in less than half an hour, the people on the throne suddenly appeared, disrupting his arrangement in an instant.

Under the east city, more than 5000 players had already left the city, but at this time there was a commotion due to the sudden attack of the throne. Some people wanted to retreat, and there were still many players who were rushing out of the city, but All of a sudden, the commotion turned into panic.

Jiuniang Mantou looked at it, and saw a mess under the city head, and the black line not far away was coming like a tide.

If this continues, let alone defending the city, the city will be destroyed before the siege battle begins!
"Close the city gate!" Jiuniang Mantou yelled on the guild channel, and following the order, the gate, which was made of fine iron, was slowly closed as it reached tens of meters.

A group of Qingmei players suddenly panicked, the enemy is at the front, and the members of the guild have not come out yet, what does it mean to close the door?
Under the leadership of some people, a group of players forcibly resisted the city gate approaching the middle, intending to enter the city.

"Presumptuous! Everyone restrains their subordinates, and those outside the city gate immediately form an array to meet the enemy, and are not allowed to enter the city!" Jiuniang Mantou said angrily.

If it was just a thousand brothers in his own army, they would naturally bow their heads and obey orders, but there are tens of thousands of people in Qingmei, and Jiuniang Mantou really doesn't have much prestige among them, and even some members have never heard of his name.

Even if he yelled on the guild channel, it was useless. Even if some people knew that he was in charge today, they turned a deaf ear and let their subordinates mess around.

In their view, the law does not blame the public.

Some legions that had already lined up outside the city, seeing the commotion broke out, everyone was squeezing into the city, and the army from the throne not far away was approaching, how could they not know what happened?
If the scene was orderly and reinforcements poured out of the city gate continuously, they would naturally have no fear. Seeing this scene at this time, the thoughts in their hearts also loosened.

As a few people ran back, the group of people who had finally lined up in front of the formation also abandoned their formation and joined the team looting into the city.

If you put it in ancient times, this is a mutiny in the army, and it is a real big event.

Jiuniang Mantou glanced at the throne that was getting closer, and suddenly his expression became serious.

Soon, thousands of sword guards rushed to the east city and forcibly drove away the players who entered the city.

In the resident, guild members cannot attack NPCs, but NPCs can attack resident players without restriction.

As rows of swords were brandished, white lights lit up one after another, but within a few moments, at least hundreds of Ome players died unexpectedly.

A group of people subconsciously brandished their weapons to resist, but the attack fell on these sword guards, but it had no effect at all.

Soon, the players outside the city discovered this and had to start backing away. With the attack of a group of vicious guards, the two gates finally closed slowly, and Jiuniang Mantou heaved a sigh of relief.

"I order all the managers to immediately restrain their subordinates and line up outside the city to meet the enemy." Jiuniang Mantou shouted.

It was just mobilizing the NPCs defending the city to kill their own players, which really angered the players outside the city. Because of their level, these people could not speak on the guild channel, but at this time they were yelling at the city.

Although the NPC killed hundreds of people, there were still four to five thousand players outside the city. At this time, they all cursed at the city wall, and greeted everyone from Jiuniang Mantou's parents to ancestors.

Jiuniang Mantou's face was livid, his hands were firmly grasping the city wall, his body was trembling, obviously he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

It was a group of brothers behind him who were itching with anger.

"Brother, hurry up and order the archers at the top of the city to shoot and kill those who have mothers but no fathers!"

"What nonsense, I quit the guild now, go down and hack them to death!"

Jiuniang Mantou was extremely annoyed at first, but now he gradually calmed down.

He sneered, and said: "If you don't close the door, I'm afraid the King's Throne is approaching the city, and this group of people is still crowded into the city. Even if the young master comes back, they can't blame me for anything."

"It's this group of people, let them stay outside and do their bit for the guild."

Jiuniang Mantou is also not a good tempered person. At this time, these people under the city wall are insulting him extremely. When the army of the throne arrives, these people will naturally become cannon fodder.

"The arrow tower is allowed to launch an early attack within the enemy's entry range. All the archers on the east city are ready to bow and arrow, and the mages are ready to chant. Listen to my order and release spells together!"

"The second round of mages and shooters is always ready!"

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder was rolling. It was obvious that a five-stage mage was condensing a large spell.

Almost at the same time, the army of the throne surged all over the mountains and plains, like a big black wave, falling towards Qingmei City overwhelmingly.

(End of this chapter)