Chapter 143 China and the United States, the prelude to the finals!

At night, Zhang Mu lay casually tapping on the keyboard, but his heart was in a mess. In any case, he couldn't get a clue.

"What's going on with the old temple gun? Unexpectedly, he agreed to give command to himself when the finals were about to begin. Didn't he always oppose me commanding the battle? Also, what happened to the bandits behind him recently? How can I look at my eyes as if I were an enemy. Except for an inexplicable fight, I have nothing to do with him? The old gun of the temple must guard against him... No, not only him, but also the people behind him, flames, Cangyan, bandits... God knows what these people will do..."

"500,000 US dollars, if I successfully win this money, I can let my parents live a good life. They are old and should enjoy the happiness..."

"Well, I didn't expect that the opponent this time would be the American team. The race of the players of the American team is similar to that of China... 6 famous generals... There are no particularly powerful... However, their magic use is quite skillful. They gather all the heroes together to release magic, even the most powerful death ripples will Achieve extremely high damage to your own troops. In such a magic-based country, the troops obviously can't be gathered together... What should we do?

Zhang Mu fell into meditation and muttered, "This game is absolutely, absolutely not lost!" Fight for 500,000 bonuses on the basis of not losing!"

That night, everyone, including Zhang Mu, rested very early. Tomorrow is the finals. We must maintain a good mental state.

**** There was nothing to say all night. At 10 a.m. the next day, the Chinese team, which had been in a divided state since entering the activity club, finally stood together. Although there was nothing to say to each other, it was a little like a final.

"Damn it, twelve, you have to be careful. The old gun of the temple must be full of bad water. Maybe it's waiting to hurt you. Every time the old guy looks at you, he has a bad smile on his face. Damn it, I really want to beat him!" The rogue leader carefully reminded Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu smiled bitterly: "But I don't know how he wants to deal with me. Alas, maybe we have a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain?" Zhang Mu himself didn't believe this. Unfortunately, Yangmou can't resist. He can't refuse the unity proposal of the old gun of the temple, can he?

The rogue leader scolded after hearing this: "Bullshit, is he a gentleman? If he is a gentleman, I will be a good baby in his mother's kindergarten!"

A few hours passed quickly, and the atmosphere of today's hero store seemed a little deserted. Most of the players focused on the night game. At this time, there were less than three hours before the official game.

As time went by, the members of the two heavyweight teams began to show uneasy expressions on their faces, nervous, excited and excited!

"I must win. If I win, I can raise my eyebrows in front of my family!"

"Do your best to fight this battle! I don't want to be said by anyone anymore as a computer all-in-one baby who can only eat idle food all day long!"

The team members behind Zhang Mu were talking in a low voice, and they were eager to win! Simple victory! They have abandoned too many things in order to play games, just like their former self... "Brother, let's go up." The fat man rarely put away the cynical expression on his face and beat his fat fists. He also wanted to win! Win the prize so that my father can look at him with new eyes!

"Amu, let's go!" The night romance said in a low voice, "I and Xiaojie will guarantee the status of your soldiers and bring back the 500,000 bonus!"

"Twelve, to be honest with you, my brother is in the hospital, and I need the 500,000 bonus to treat my brother, so... your biggest competitor tonight is me! I will never be soft when I kill the Yankees!" The rogue leader said with a straight face.

"Money, money is a good thing. If I take the bonus, I will buy a house for my mother first, and then a house for myself... She will talk in my ears all day long..." This is what Longgen said.

At this time, Xu Feng and the service staff came out and waved their hands slightly: "The competition venue of the Chinese players is on the 4th floor, and the American players are on the 5th floor. Please follow me."

"Go on! We must win!" Zhang Mu shouted loudly and raised his right arm.

"Yes! We will definitely win! China is the strongest!" In Ding Wei's echo, Chinese masters raised their arms one after another.

**** On the 4th floor, Zhang Mu, who was sitting in front of the dark competition machine, looked very excited. Finally, he waited for this day. He touched the bronze 'hero-specific tactical keyboard' and said to himself, "This is the tactical keyboard... I must buy a few to use..." In the era before rebirth, the tactical keys The price of the plate is more than 10,000 rmb. It is specially designed for the hero game. It has complete functions and is basically a must-have for every hero player.

After the competition is completed every day, all the competition machines will be carefully maintained, so it is impossible for the machine to fail.

What makes Zhang Mu feel strange is that there is a small light bulb on top of each machine.

Xu Feng explained: "When a player's troops are exhausted, the red light on the screen will be turned on. At that time, players are asked to consciously watch the battle, which should not affect the emotions of players in the game, let alone physical contact." He pointed to the sofa and the large screen on the right: "There is a rest area, and there are also drinks! However, I don't think any of the compatriots present has ever thought of sitting there early to watch the game as a spectator, right? Come on, please!" After saying that, Xu Feng strode away from the scene.

Only a few service personnel and security guards were left at the scene to maintain order at the scene.

****Dip, Dida, Dida!

When the pointer accurately points to 19 points, all players log in to the game at the same time!

Indrusive in the battle space!

The total military strength of the Chinese team is 9.6 million, and the total military strength of the United States is 10 million!

Although one player is missing, China's total military strength is only 400,000 less than that of the United States! This is definitely a close battle!

Zhang Mu's forces are as follows - the first echelon: 1600 skeleton soldiers, 200 sharpshooters, 370 shield infantry, 280 elite crusaders, 120 royal war vultures, 5 dragon flies!

The second echelon (a marching tent): 300 large lizard shooters, 100 dragon flies, 70 giant lizards, 50 golden bulls.

Memphis still maintains a level 5 strategy in the activity, with the following four perimeters, attack 4, defense 19, magic 3, wisdom 2.

The map of the finals is - Forgotten Green State.

The terrain is similar to that of the desert, but there is a green space in the center of the whole map. Standing there, the morale of the arms will be rewarded with +1.

"All cannon fodder, high-speed arms explore the way forward, throw a scout every 50 meters, to ensure that the whole map is lit, otherwise, it is easy to be attacked by the other party! Wait until the minute before the start of the war to officially add magic. The meat shield stands in front, and the shooter stands behind. Once the 'C' is surrounded! Magic heroes, pay attention, don't release a lot of attack magic for military skills. In the early stage, if you don't have enough magic, give your orc teammates an auxiliary gain magic, which is much more damage than splitting the opponent's lightning!" Just as Zhang Mu was adjusting the lineup, a bunch of skeleton soldiers, elves and fairies of unit 1 suddenly rushed up on the left and right sides.

"It's not good!" Zhang Mu's face changed wildly. When these arms rushed to his side, he knew that something was going to happen! Hurry up and control the whole team to break out! The 1600 skeleton soldiers and 200 sharpshooters standing in the front successfully broke through the siege, but his main combat troops, the 370 dong infantry and 280 elite ten soldiers, were blocked by a pile of cannon fodder arms and could not move!

"Old gun, you are fucking shameless!" Zhang Mu's heart suddenly rose up, looking pale at the distance with a cigarette in his cigarette in his face, with a leisurely old gun.

The old gun of the temple shrugged his shoulders and didn't care about his face: "I'm also doing it for everyone's sake. Your number of eagles and skeleton soldiers is already quite large. If you add those shield infantry and elite crusaders, won't the champion of this game steadily fall into your hands? It's fun in this way. Everyone has a chance to win the championship. What do you think?

The group of old guns in the temple smiled and said, "Yes, twelve-wing brothers, you just need to command this battle well. Military achievements are the first... It's better to leave it to other contestants."

Zhang Mu covered his chest. He really wanted to hit the keyboard on the head of the old gun and roared at him by the way: "I command your mother..." But he can't do this. It is clearly stipulated that there should be no fighting or scolding during the game. Those who violate the rules will be disqualified from the competition... The main output troops of the two teams are trapped, which is basically More than half of Zhang Mu's dream of winning the championship was broken! The only thing he can use to seize military achievements now is a large number of royal war vultures and sharpshooters. As for those skeleton soldiers... "Hahahaha, okay, don't be angry, twelve brothers, command?" The bandit's face showed the pleasure of revenge. Other players, except for the fat man, the rogue leader, Long Gen, and Ding Wei's group of people, kept silent. They thought that Zhang Mu's troops were surrounded by cannon fodder. In this way, didn't it mean that they also had the opportunity to win the first place in military achievements?

"Husband, what should I do now?" Deng Jie is anxious.

"Idiots, they think the American team is a soft-footed shrimp! Design me before I'm 100% sure of victory... I... I really don't want to command such a shabby team!"

Everything was guessed by Xu Feng, and the ** power of interests for human beings is quite huge.

It's not only the Chinese team on the 4th floor, but also the American team on the 5th floor - "Damn, what on earth do you want to do?" The man dressed in hip-hop stood up from his position and waved his arms to his 'teammates'. It was not only him, but also several teammates with him were all besieged.

"Hey hey, William, we're not despicable. If you want to blame, you for having too many troops, 500,000 dollars. We don't want to give it to you for nothing. We're not that generous."

"Damn it, you..." Little William clenched his fists. When he found the security guards around him shaking his head, he sat back in his position with anger and said in a muffled voice, "You damn white-eyed wolves, you are dead!" The Chinese team is by no means as easy as you think! Idiot! "Idiot!"

"Hey, even Russia, which is higher than our 1 million military strength, has been defeated, not to mention those Chinese? Brothers, get ready, kill them all, and grab the first place in military merit with your ability!"

"Haha!" Everyone laughed wildly, but William Jr., the commander of the American team, could only scold in a muffled voice: "Fuck!"

'The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.' This sentence is applicable to any place where there are people.

**** "Hey, twelve brothers, do you fucking mean to command or not? If you don't command me, I'm going to go. How can you fight a good battle with a plate of scattered sand?" The old gun of the temple is very proud. It seems that he will get the 500,000 yuan bonus this time.

"Whatever you want." Zhang Mu said coldly, turned to Ding Wei and said, "Let your people come and gather, and we will spare from the right and hit their rear."

"Good!" Ding Wei did not hesitate to listen to Chen Long beside him and say, "Twelve, we support you. How should we fight? Tell me."

The boss of the red forbidden fruit also nodded deeply to Zhang Mu. He was very dissatisfied with the despicable means of the old gun of the temple. As the boss of a well-known guild in China, how could he do such a thing?

In this way, the Chinese team was divided into two factions, with a large number of 67 people commanded by the Temple Old Gun, and a small number of 32 people commanded by Zhang Mu.

The first battle began ten minutes later. The troops of the old guns of the Temple advanced from the center, but they did not expect that in the first attack, they encountered the ambush of the other party's large troops, and thousands of low-level infantry were killed. Although he barely organized a counterattack, he was still wounded 1.2 million and 700,000 soldiers were temporarily repulsed. . At this time, the first place on the military scorer on the right side of the screen is the name of the old temple gun! A long-range firepower output of more than 400 elite hunters can definitely kill hundreds of thousands of troops!

"Idiot! You can't mess around even if you rob the military, can you? The team is in a mess. Do you think this is a market or a sheep herding? Why don't you adjust your troops before attacking? At this time, Zhang Mu was no longer polite to the old gun of the temple. His words were hard to say that the old gun of the temple rose, but there was no way to quibble.

"I didn't have you when I was playing games. Shut your mouth! Fuck! Where were you when I was fighting with the Yankees? The bandits are talking for the old gun of the temple.

"Okay, stop arguing. Let's win this battle, old gun, you really should study the marching army." A player said.

At this time, the counterattack of American players began. Dozens of skeletons and fairies rushed up with artillery fire. Just when the old guns of the Temple tried their best to eliminate the pile of cannon fodder, a large number of vampires and various shooter troops appeared on the right side of Green State! Quite a lot!

"Quick! Rescue!" Zhang Mu snorted and scolded the old gun of the temple in his heart. He didn't even know the most basic marching array. Why should he be a commander?

The team of the old guns in the temple was defeated and retreated, and the military strength was decreasing every second! Just as they retreated to the corner, the American army pressed down, and Zhang Mu roared, "Fuck, you idiot! Counterattack! Hurry up and gain!"

'Wrao!' Three rays of light shone on the Royal War vulture at the same time, and the infantry department and long-range of Zhang Mu's team aimed at the buttocks of American players.

When the huge blue raptor appeared behind the shooters, American players were shocked. They never dreamed that the other side would send a large force as bait. In fact, that's not the case at all. The Chinese team obviously split from the inside... 120 Royal Vultures aimed at more than a dozen teams of shooters, used a 'spiral sprint', and only heard the noise, and the number of shooters suddenly decreased by more than half! Zhang Mu's military ranking jumped to the top 10 between the vulture's moves and feet!

" counterattack!" The old gun of the temple suddenly roared loudly. After all, the United States was a powerful country. When it found that the situation was not good, it immediately divided some soldiers to stop Zhang Mu's small group of troops from sneak attack, and the first troops slowly retreated.

Seeing that his encirclement was getting bigger and bigger, Zhang Mu howled and took people to escape from the scene. In this encirclement and anti-encirclement battle, Zhang Mu lost 30 vultures and 400 skeleton soldiers. Everyone else also lost, but it was not too big.

Zhang Mu's military achievements at this time ranked 7th.

The battle lasted for 25 minutes, with a Chinese military strength of 7.4 million and the U.S. military strength of 7.9 million.

The U.S. team still has the upper hand!

"Brothers, take the gun in your hand and follow me to the front line!" When the old gun of the temple saw that it had repelled the counterattack of American players, his pride suddenly rose from his courage. He didn't think that if Zhang Mu hadn't sent troops to pick them up in time, he wouldn't have said that his troops would have been swallowed in this wave of attacks.

In fact, many smart players in the field have realized that there is no good end to follow the old gun of the temple. Instead of making wedding clothes for others, it is better to fish in the water and get more military achievements.

One after another, both sides had more than 2 million troops in an instant. How could it be a peace? The two sides entered a period of rectification.

The third confrontation was launched by the old gun of the temple. He made the team into a square shape and rushed to the enemy's main force without a scout!

"Ai, there's a ghost. Why are they all skeletons? Where are their soldiers?" The old gun in the temple is a little depressed. What's going on?

"It's not good! The United States has surrounded us!" I don't know who screamed. Sure enough, there were dense red dots on the map, which wrapped the troops of the old gun of the temple. Death ripples, fire walls, chain lightning, all kinds of damage, and reduced magic fell on the troops of the old gun like raindrops.

"This super idiot!" Zhang Mu shouted wildly, "Old gun, you fucking concentrate your firepower to break through from the rear!"

At the same time, Zhang Mu commanded: "Let's fight on the right! Steal them again!"

"Good! Damn, teach these Americans a lesson!" Ding Wei rubbed his fists.

Five minutes later, seeing the other party's encirclement expand to his side again, Zhang Mu once again led his troops to escape. This time, all his war vultures and skeleton soldiers were killed. No matter how strong Meng Steel Plate's defense is, it can't withstand the rotation of more than 20 troops of near and far!

Of course, the eagle died in the right place. This team of blue raptors fought to kill the other party's team of wild beast warriors and counterattacked several of the other side's low-level infantry before lying down.

Another classic battle!

Chinese team: general attack, breakout, sneak attack!

U.S. team: encirclement, general attack, anti-sneak attack!

The third confrontation between the two sides was a draw again. With the reinforcement of Zhang Mu's troops, the old temple gun once again saved the danger and earned a lot of benefits.

The troops of the two sides, China 5.6 million and the United States 6.2 million, the gap between the two sides has been narrowed!

Ranked first in military service, the old gun of the temple.

Zhang Mu dropped to 8th place due to the lack of strong long-range output arms.

****5th floor, American area.

Little William said angrily, "Idiot, idiot! Idiot!! Why don't you release my soldiers quickly! If we continue to fight like this, we will lose! "Idiot!"

Everyone looked at each other. The game was already halfway through. No matter how fierce William is, it is impossible for him to make military achievements in the future, right?

"All right, all right, William, No, you and your brothers can go out as reinforcements!" An American player said with a big word. It is said that 'a house arrest' is 'support', which is comparable to the turning of China's city wall.

"Damn it, motherfucker!" Little William cursed in a low voice, and then shouted, "All gather in Green State!" Divide into two teams! I lead the home team! Angel leads the team! Prevent the other party from sneaking up!"

"Received!"

**** After an hour of the game, the U.S. team launched an attack, and a large number of more than 1,000 first-order arms scattered in the direction of the old gun of the Temple.

"Well, these garbage soldiers, brothers, follow me and show the Yankees a little color!" The old temple gun waved his arms high, and Zhang Mu said in a muffled voice, "Can you send some scouts to explore the way before the war? Don't you want the left and right sides? After a loss once, why don't you remember your last name?

"Fuck!" The old gun of the temple threw away the cigarette in his hand and provoked, "Don't talk nonsense. I suspect that you are not an undercover agent sent by the Americans. Every time we fight, you and your cowards will hide to see the scenery. You don't want that bonus. We still want it, two or five, shut your mouth!"

"You..." Zhang Mu couldn't help standing up. The fat man hugged him, forcibly pressed him on the chair, and shouted, "Brother, this bitch is provoking you. He can't wait for you to rush up and slap him twice."

Zhang Mu shivered angrily. Why is there such a villain like the old temple gun in this world?

The fourth attack was launched by the American team. The main force directly hit the troops of the Temple Old Gun. After entering the attack range of the shooters on both sides, several teams of 400 long-horned demons were supported by 'movement' and 'Green Shield' and rushed into the camp of the Temple Old Gun to kill!

That's right, this is the strength of Little William's group, with 400 long-horned ghosts! Level 4 arms!

"Ber around the back to attack!" At Zhang Mu's order, when the two main forces were entangled, the small force of 30 people came behind the enemy. Just as Zhang Mu was about to attack it, an American army in the distance rushed out!

"Aa! Hurry up! They are on guard!" Zhang Mu is still waiting to retreat, but the main arms of this army are the forest clan. The king of the jungle, dancers, and big hunters are all high-speed arms! There is a great momentum to swallow up Zhang Mu's troops!

Run? No way! Absolutely can't run away! The movement of the other party's arms is too fast!

"Don't run away! Fight! The mage is slow! The shooter aims at the opponent's big hunter! Concentrate on the attack!"

"Received!" Everyone echoed softly.

There are only two voices in the whole 4th floor venue. One is the old gun of the temple without a target, and the other is the perfect command of Zhang Mu to everyone!

"Master, your skeleton goes to the king of the jungle! At night, the other party's 800 dancers are blind! Honey, give the hooligan zombies and fat people the Holy Grail immediately! Others attack the nearest short-range troops! Don't use magic for the time being! Leave the blind arms there alone! The main output will fall on the other party's high-speed arms!"

The war has become an art form under the command of Zhang Mu. Anyway, at least such a command makes people feel comfortable in the ears.

Ten minutes later, at the end of the fourth battle, Zhang Mu's small army completely wiped out the detachment led by 'An Jieer' under the condition of medium damage.

And the main force, heavy casualties... Comparison of the forces of the two sides - 3.6 million for the Chinese team and 4.5 million for the American team! The gap was widened under the command of the old gun!

At the same time, the red light on the computer screen of the player's computer was lit up, and they left the scene one after another, mostly the players at the other side of the old gun of the temple.

"Aren't you going to let my soldiers out?" Zhang Mu doesn't want to talk nonsense with the old gun of the temple anymore. He just wants to win! No matter who the champion is? As long as you can win this game!

Feeling the hot eyes falling on him, the old gun of the temple said with a gloomy face, "Kid, be polite to me. To tell you the truth, I just see that you are unhappy! Anyway, I don't lack this little money!"

"What! Old gun, what the fuck? Everyone exclaimed.

The words of the old gun caused the players present to look at each other angrily. What is this? You have a personal grudge with Twelve Wings. That's your own business. Why are you involved in the game?

The old gun of the temple stood up and took a sip of cigarette fiercely: "What's wrong? Who dares to attack me? Damn, I have thousands of members! I'll see which of you..."

"Wow!"

"Bang!" The ashtray that flew from somewhere hit the head of the old gun of the temple fiercely, and blood gushed out. The old gun of the temple stepped back a few steps and squatted on the ground and howled.

"I told you to pretend!" The rogue leader didn't know where he learned the kung fu. He jumped on the table, trampled on the three computer screens while flying down on the old gun of the temple, kicked him more than a dozen times, and cursed: "You son of a bitch! I'll let you pretend to be a calf! I let you pretend! Others dare not touch you, I dare!"

... The rogue leader was disqualified from the competition on the spot, and the old gun of the temple was sent to the hospital for rescue. God knows if he died. Anyway, he bled a lot and fainted.

"Twelve, win, you must win! I need this money to see my brother!" The rogue leader roared at Zhang Mu when he was taken out of the clubhouse by the security guards.

The atmosphere at the scene was very awkward... The game was suspended for 20 minutes... "Don't say anything, gather troops after the suspension! Our overall strength is much worse than that of the American team! You must be careful in the next battle!"

The expression on the bandit's face was uncertain, and it seemed to be a little reluctant.

"Bandit, I really don't understand. We just had a fight because of a misunderstanding. Why do you have such a big opinion on me? I don't seem to have done anything wrong to you." Zhang Mu shook his head. Among this group of people, only the old gun and the bandit had the biggest opinion about themselves.

The bandit urn said, "If you don't feel sorry for me by prying at the corner of my wall..."

"Pry your corner?" Zhang Mu was stunned. Where should he start with this?

The bandit wondered, "Didn't you?"

"What do I have? I just want to win the prize money in the game! Is this also a pry in the corner of the wall?

"This, this?!"

"Fuck you bitch! I gave her my whole heart, and she lied to me!" The bandits stared at the fantasy of the appearance of the scene, and their faces were full of anger. At the same time, I was very ashamed and lustful. I was really lustful... Looking at the 5 minutes left in the pause, Zhang Mu stood up and shouted, "Don't worry, it's only hundreds of thousands of military forces. Believe me, we will win!" Just unite! No one can defeat us!"

"Yes! Unite!" Ding Wei stood up, and then the night romance, Fat Man, Deng Jie and Master Bao stood up one after another. Even the flames and bandits who strongly opposed Zhang Mudang as the commander-in-chief at the beginning stood up from their positions.

"After all, there is a difference of hundreds of thousands of military strength. Can we really win?" This is Zhang Mu's real idea. To be honest, the chance of winning is no more than 50%...

(to be continued)