Chapter 009 Chinese Soul of War
The speaker was condescending, so I couldn't see his ID clearly. With his order, the little Japanese feathers and arrows poured down, densely like raindrops.
"Sneer."
Several feather arrows crossed our chest armor. Although it did not break the defense, dozens of system damage numbers of 1 and 2 points on the ground still exposed our position.
"Squeak."
After determining our position, the bow string of the crossbow on the wall was pulled away, and then another wave of arrows shot down at us. This crossbow is used for city defense. Although it is also a bow and arrow, it has ten at a time, and the attributes have not decreased. Therefore, there are five or six players in this round of attacks. Pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows,
"Brother, it's not a way to go on like this." The purple gas came to me, and the pure sword in my hand turned into a huge Taiji seal, covering me and moving forward slowly: "In my opinion, send a team to attack to attract the enemy's firepower, otherwise our consumption will be greater."
"Purple gas, let me go." A red-scension player who followed Ziqidong [What's wrong with three thousand enemies] shook the steel knife in his hand and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll take my brothers up."
"No." I decisively refused and said, "The enemy's firepower is too fierce. There is only one way for you to go up."
"Forget the boss." Three thousand enemies directly interrupted me: "If we don't go up to die, we can only kill more Chinese compatriots. Besides, we can't go to Chixiao. Do we still count on the players of Luoyang and Dali?"
"Damn it, the enemy is three thousand, and you are still divided into Luoyang Dali at this time." We used the group chat mode, smiling and scolding sadly, "MD, you Chixiao players are Chinese, and we are not. Longcheng Shaolin players are ready to use our flesh and blood to kill a bloody way for our compatriots."
"Kill, kill, kill."
The shouting of killing behind me shocked the sky. I looked back and was suddenly scared. Under the encouragement of a smile and sadness, his 30 or 40 Shaolin players jumped out of the bunker, shook the sword in his hand, and roared at the city wall.
"Smile." Seeing that the crossbows on the wall aimed at them, a stream of blood surged into my heart and shouted, "MD, remove the invisibility and kill me."
"Kill." Three thousand enemies are also militants, wielding war knives to seduce people: "Brothers, the three main cities are the strongest in Suzhou. We must not let people look down on Red Xiao, kill me, grab in front of the Luoyang people, and climb the city wall."
"Chixiao is the king, and Chixiao is the king." This guy also has a certain influence in Chixiao. In three or two sentences, the players of Chixiao roared loudly and attacked the sharp arrows.
"C shoot, shoot for me." The Japanese on the wall didn't seem to expect where our power came from. Seeing us with blood red eyes and stepping on the wall without avoiding arrows, the commander's voice was full of anger.
"Sneer."
"Puff."
Listening to the sound of arrows into the flesh, my heart was about to break. My dog butcher team, this group of hot-blooded children not only did not retreat in the face of the deadly edge, but proudly stood up their chests.
"Puff."
A powerful feather arrow fiercely penetrated the enemy's chest. The huge impact took him back seven or eight meters, but this guy didn't seem to feel anything, allowing the hot blood to stain the Japanese city wall.
Looking at the three thousand enemies who have fallen into a disabled and bloodless state, why not rush to kill them again? The Japanese on the wall snorted disdainfully: "***, you are as stupid and stupid as introduced in our textbook. Since you don't cherish the hard-won level, I will send you back to China in person."
"Go to the Japanese dog." Why don't you lick your dry lips and curse, "You don't know China and don't understand us Chinese people. Don't learn to bark like dogs. If we fight with you in reality, we won't even be afraid of death. How can we care about the level in the game?"
"Japanese dog, I'll wipe your ancestors." On the stalemate battlefield, there was a sudden roar of the Red Xiao players sobbing blood. The players who were full of feather arrows did not avoid it. They used the last trace of blood to take over a round of life-threatening feather arrows for their companions.
"Peng."
A spinning feather arrow hole pierced the enemy's three thousand. The blood spewed from the neck splashed more than one meter high. The headless body stood on the battlefield, but he maintained a charging posture and did not want to fall for a long time.
This is the Chinese, this is the Chinese soul,
Strictly speaking, I can't be regarded as a qualified coach. At this moment, what I should do is to suppress the emotions of Chinese players and reduce our casualties. But when I see that the enemy's 3,000 are so tragic, I can't suppress the blood in my heart anyway.
"MLGBD, little Japan, I'm going to chop you." Shaking off the blood beads on my head, I showed my original face. I had a hundred cutting guns in my right hand and all the swords in my left hand. Like a crazy wolf, I strode towards the city wall.
"I'll wipe it, brother, you can't hang up." Seeing that I fell into madness, Ziqi's voice changed and roared loudly,
"All Japanese players obey the order and shoot the coach of China." Contrary to the purple gas from the east, the commander on the Japanese city wall had joy in his voice: "There is an old saying in China that shoot people first, shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first capture the king."
"If you want to kill me, you don't deserve it." Countless feathers and arrows shot from all directions. I shook my left hand, put the sword in my mouth, quickly condensed into a magic seal with my left hand, and roared in my heart: "Sura."
Ding,
Battle Tip: You use the skill [Sura], consume 50% of true qi and 5,000 points of spiritual power, wake up Shura possession, ignore all current target attacks, and condense Shura palm to cause additional 10,000 huge damage to the locked target. The specific damage value is related to the user's basic attack value,
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"Woo-woo."
At the moment when the skill was formed, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the dark sky, and a bloody figure fell from the sky, completely covering me.
"MISS."
"MISS."
"MISS."
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Countless big MISS flew over my head, and the Japanese commander suddenly understood: "No, it's an invincible skill."
"I don't know until now. It's too late." While I was invincible for three seconds, I unfolded the moon shadow star and left the remnants in place to attract the other party's attention. My body went crazy and climbed the wall first along the stairs.
"Stop him." The Japanese commander exclaimed in his voice,
"Kill." I don't know how many players are crowded on the wall, just like a tide rushing towards me.
Although I am outnumbered, I don't feel any fear in my heart. The smiling face of the enemy echoes in my mind. The blood in my veins is about to burst. Only killing can make me completely release.
In the face of the besieged players, my sword hung around my waist and held the Baizhan Kuanglan gun in both hands. The bloody sharpness seemed to swallow the sky and the earth: "Mountain and river blood."
The bloody sharp layers broke through the defense of Japanese players. After the full attribute was reduced by 50%, I made endless blood waves on the wall with one move.
Seeing that my companions who got along with each other day and night were penetrated through my chest and cut my heart, the faces of the Japanese players showed shock one after another, and their hands holding the blade trembled slightly.
One person shocked hundreds of people, and my brother is the upright Chinese soul of war,
"Those who block me will die." The weakness of the Japanese did not change my sympathy. I waved a hot knife with my left sword, and the long gun in my right hand shook the shadow of the gun. Almost every attack could cut off three or four heads.
When I walked 50 meters, there were dead bodies behind me, and the Chinese players behind me finally rushed up, trampling on the Japanese bodies and trampling the intact bodies into mud.
"Just under your order, I died a lot of brothers." The wall was filled with blood fog, and the bloody edge inspired by my long gun locked the Japanese commander named [Tanimura Qingyan] and sneered, "Now, use your life to pay for my brothers."
"Forget love, I remember you." A fear flashed in Tanimura Qingyan's eyes and said in a low voice, "What kind of ability do you have to bully our Japanese players with declining attributes behind the enemy?"
"We don't have the ability, but the inner city is destined to become a hell today." The moon movie star rushed behind Gucun Qingyan. I held a gun in my hands and stabbed him on the shoulder fiercely. The blood burst out, and the guy finally couldn't help howling loudly.
"Purple gas." I raised my arms hard, and Tanimura Qingyan's body flew high.
"I understand." The purple gas came to the east and laughed, and the elegant purple figure rose in the air. Then the sword fell, cutting Gucun's waist into two sections, and a piece of blood rain fell from the sky.
"Forget love, south gate wall, control." Not long after the battle was over, we shouted with a smile and sadness on the group chat channel,
"Forget the boss, the west gate wall, control."
"Captain Wangqing, North Gate City Wall, Control."
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There was a shout from the captain from the group chat channel. I suddenly jumped down from the wall and said, "Give the order, let the archers enter the city, control the city wall to shoot Japanese players in an all-round way, and no one will stay."
"Brothers, go with your own brother and kill all the Japanese dogs in the city." Zi Qidong followed me and shouted loudly,
"Kill, kill, kill." Perhaps the tragic death of my companions inspired the blood of my group of men. Less than 400 remaining players broke out with strong combat power, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, roaring and killing in the square of the inner city.
With the end of the battle, the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. Compared with the inner city square, it is full of black Japanese players. Every time we move forward, we are destined to bleed into rivers, pieces of meat fly across, pieces of Japanese dogs fall to the ground, and some Chinese players are broken.
For this point, we have no anger or even tears. Everyone's face is sad and ferocious. We gather together, which is the Chinese virtual world, the soul of war that is not afraid of death,