Chapter 262 Decision Mistakes, melee!

"Damn it! "Fuck it!"

A series of curses came from the American Paradise Game Club, and more than a dozen American players and heroes were trampled to ashes and kicked out of the strategic map without any suspense.

It's not only these American players who are unhappy, but also the voice room created by Zhang Mu. More than 200 people rushed over in half a day and were about to occupy the whole town. Unexpectedly, these damn Americans actually relocated the town. In this attack, no more than 30 people benefited.

"I'm here. It's boring to go back like this. Boss, let's just..." A mythical player suggested.

"Let's kill it directly?" Mythical wounds raise my eyebrows. I haven't had a fight for a long time. My hands are not ordinary itchy.

He laughed and said, "I agree. You can't do it for nothing."

The echo in the channel suddenly sounded, but Zhang Mu said leisurely at this time, "Most of the maps in front are covered by the fog of war. We still don't know how many enemies there are now. It's a little unreasonable to launch an active attack at this time, isn't it? At least send a scout to explore the map..."

Mythical sadness smiled and said, "Twelve, when did your boy become so timid~"

Zhang Mu was so busy: "I'm not timid..."

Mythical laughter: "I know, I know! You always stand on the side of the surname to think about problems. Although this is good, you have to be impulsive occasionally..."

"Okay, okay, vote, do you want to continue to fight or go back to the city?" Zhang Mu shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent. Anyway, his current strength is the strongest among these people. Even if he encounters the enemy's strong lineup, he will not be in any danger.

The final result of the vote was that 200 people agreed to continue the war, 10 people abstained, and more than 20 people disagreed.

The minority obeyed the majority, and Zhang Mu raised his chin.

Think about it carefully, this is also good, which can save a lot of things after the fat men move here, at least don't have to worry about one day they will kill a bunch of avenging Americans from the fog of war while sleeping.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Mythical injuries and heculous horses rushed to the front. Looking at their posture, if they don't fight today, they will never give up.

During the long campaign, Zhang Mu casually clicked to follow, switched back to the town, and began to build a 'dungeon'. After getting the dungeon, Zhang Mu directly built the city hall to level 5. Now he has begun to build a 'biological summoning door'. Anyway, he still has a lot of resources and gold coins, and it doesn't matter if he wastes a little. The creature summoning gate is definitely the most disgusting building of the underground clan. As long as the possession of the field barracks has not been occupied, players with dungeons can recruit the arms directly from the creature summoning gate every day. Speaking of which, when he first entered the strategic map, Zhang Mu occupied a lot of field barracks. Although the 'Hell Dog Lair' of the fifth-level map has been occupied by later players, a large number of arms have been hoarded in the remaining battalions similar to 'shacks' on the level 1 to 2 map.

"Two months... I don't know how many farmers have been produced..." Zhang Mu touched his chin.

This is the advantage of many heroes, and there is no delay in fighting and practicing.

About an hour later, the creature summoning door was successfully built. This is a red portal built in the town. Zhang Mu rubbed his palm and patted it in. As expected, the creature that appeared in the level 1 creature summoning door was a farmer.

"Wow! So much..." Zhang Mu's mouth is very big, because there are 4,700 units of farmers in the creature summoning door!

Wei Yang was shocked and said, "Why are there so many? The output of the field barracks should be equivalent to the level 2 to 3 buildings of the urban barracks, and the daily output of farmers is 40 to 50. In this way, there are almost 3,000 farmers. Why did it suddenly appear... The data is wrong!"

Zhang Mule leisurely recruited the farmers back, swayed his fingers and smiled, "Little sheep, have you forgotten that the field barracks will be affected by the 'plague' and 'breeding'?"

Wei Yang patted his head and sighed, "So it is..."

Plague said: It only works in the field barracks. When the plague comes, the number of arms is halved. If you hoard 3,000 farmers, it will immediately become 1,500.

Reproduction: It only works in the field barracks. When the breeding comes, the number of arms doubles. If 3,000 farmers are hoarded, it will immediately become 6,000.

This is a system copied from the stand-alone version of Hero Invincible. As for the 'natural disaster' and 'blessing' that acts on the player's town, it will not appear until the guild is officially created and the seventh-level map is entered.

"Alas, a large number of evil spirits are going to appear again..." Wei Yang's greatest pleasure now is to stand behind Zhang Mu and watch his various adventures.

Zhang Mu shook his head and said, "Don't be evil spirits. In the sixth-level map, the role of evil spirits has become smaller and smaller. It's better to make a skeleton army. The first-level arms have no lasting combat effectiveness, but it's okay to deter ordinary players."

When Yokota's more than 11,000 skeleton axes appeared on the battlefield, the psychological pressure on Zhang Mu was still great, and he still remembered it clearly.

It turns out that no matter what kind of arms and rank, a certain number can be used in the world.

"Give me 100 million farmers, and I can kill any arms in seconds..." Zhang Mu began the unrealistic Italian silver again.

10 minutes later, the exploration king led more than 4,000 farmers back to the ghost town and pushed them into the mass grave. The building had not been used for a long time and was almost covered with spider webs and thick dust.

Listening to the pleasant screams in his ear, Zhang Mu was quite happy to see the skin farmers walking out of the mass graves. In addition to the more than 2,000 skeletons originally hoarded in the ghost city, all of a sudden, the number of his skeleton army is infinitely close to 7,000!

"There are more than 7,000 skeleton soldiers who attack 40, hey hey hey hey... I'll buy a drawing of a skeleton axe hand later... One long-range attack." Zhang Mu smiled pretentiously.

Late at night, the troops led by the mythical injury finally encountered the troops of the 'British Emperor'.

"There are really a lot of people. The United States and Britain are indeed 'brothers'..." The myth looked at the British and American players standing in the distance and snorted coldly.

Zhang Mu muttered, "This battle is not easy to fight..."

The small sound was instantly covered by the shouts of the channel players, and the two large troops on the map collided with each other.

"Alas." Zhang Mu sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

After all, 'myth' and 'sin' are not the guilds he created. As an outsider, the weight of speech is still a little lighter. Of course, this means that he is between the younger brothers of the two guilds.

"Brother, why are you always sighing? Will you lose?" The fat man asked puzzledly.

After bumping a British player into the battle space, Zhang Mu said slowly: "The injury and the sky are too reckless. If you don't know the enemy's strength, you will launch an attack without authorization. You will suffer a big loss in the future. Well, but it's okay to suffer losses early and learn lessons early. It's not just us Chinese who play this game at the same time..."

"The number of people of the other party is several times that of us. Do you think we will lose?" Zhang Mu wiped out the other British players in only one round.

The British player stared at the screen, watched his hero gradually disappear, and scolded anrily: "Bastard, Hero Invincible is obviously a game that pays attention to tactical skills... Why didn't this guy say anything about it? He rushed up directly. Damn it, the troops are too strong... It's unfair!"

The man standing behind him hummed, "If you had so many troops, I'm afraid you wouldn't pay attention to any tactical skills, would you?" The so-called tactical skills are just a means of abusing computers in a stand-alone version. This twelve-winged angel should be the strongest player in China. How can you be so unlucky to fight with him..."

"I... I..." British players who were very confident in their own work closed their mouths tightly.

Zhang Mu is right. When one party has an absolutely strong force, any skill will become a decoration in front of him. Any conspiracy and any position are all empty talk.

Will normal people use tricks on ants? Obviously not, just trample it to death.

Under the super firepower of the dragon cavalry and the long-range troops, a star team of players from the United Kingdom and the United States was turned over by Zhang Mu like a straw, and Zhang Mu's gorgeous screen flashed on the screen.

Although Zhang Mu is extremely brave, the gap between the strength and number of the two armies is too great. There are more than 700 people in the United Kingdom and the United States, and the number of backup troops is still unknown. They are endlessly rushing to the front line for reinforcements, while there are only more than 200 people in the mythical injury, one dead and one less.

In just 20 minutes, more than half of the more than 200 people led by mythological injuries have been wiped out by the enemy.

"Stop fighting. If you keep fighting, we have to hang up here! Let's go!" Zhang Mu roared loudly, "Get out of the way!"

This roar finally woke up the mythical wound and the sky. The two elders hurriedly said, "Remove, withdraw, withdraw! If you can surrender, surrender. If you don't have money, run away.

The huge encirclement is shrouded in a fan shape. If it hadn't been for the fact that there were masters like Zhang Mu, the original, and the mythical injury in the team who had been fighting guerrilla on the edge, the remaining more than 100 people would have been made dumplings.

"Don't let them go! The following 3 people are the main targets!" Chris roared, "Twelve-winged angel! The only one! Mythical injury! Surround them! Kill them!"

"Yes! Boss Chris!"

The players of the American Paradise Club have long been confused. No matter what, they directly bumped into Zhang Mu and others.

"Hey, Chris, ask your people to stop fighting." At this time, John, the boss of the British emperor, suddenly said, "Don't be angry. Take a closer look at the strategic map and find anything."

Chris glanced at the screen strangely, looked at the countless red dots above running towards him, and moaned in pain: "Oh my! John, what's wrong with you? How can you provoke so many countries in one go? North Korea, India, and I don't know those flags..."

John urn said, "How do I know how to pull the whole body? Those are Haiti...Iran...Kenya..."

"Retir! Go back and clean up. They're saying..." Chris shouted.

(to be continued)