Chapter 530 Kill a Dawn III

(This chapter is slightly dirty, please guarantee the bottom monthly ticket) When Zhang Mu's sentence "Kill" burst out of his mouth, the members of Chinatown suddenly rushed to the surrounding Korean players like wolves.

To put it bluntly, it's like a pervert has met a beautiful woman with ** body. She is so hungry and thirsty, and can't wait.

In fact, we can't all blame these members of Chinatown. Since they entered the nine-ethnic war zone, the frequent provocations of the Japanese and the Korean guild have made them angry. However, in view of Zhang Mu's clear rules, they had to resist the anger in their hearts. Even a large number of people think that Zhang Mu's temporary withdrawal is a cowardly behavior, including the mythical injury, who had such an idea just now.

When they saw Zhang Mu overturned the other party's 120-person lineup with one person's strength, the dissatisfaction that had been in their hearts was all drifting away with the wind, replaced by an incomparable respect and trust.

Zhang Mu didn't know that because of his crazy performance a few minutes ago, the guild members who had been kidnapped a long time ago had given up on themselves.

There is a good saying: a general is the courage of a soldier. If you are brave, you will be brave. The soldiers are not afraid of death.

A brave and kind general like Zhang Mu, looking around the world, I'm afraid I can't find a few. Under the leadership of such a great general, how can there be cowards in China City?

At this time, the air of the nine-ethnic war zone was filled with a strong and bloody smell.

"Hahahaha! Kill! Kill! Kill it fiercely!" Zhang Mu laughed wildly and said, "Let them know that our Chinatown is not easy to bully!" Give it all to me!"

"Up! Go! Go! Fuck the little Japanese and the Korean's mother, let's see how arrogant they dare! Fight me to death! I'm going to find a team in the camp of all ethnic groups! Don't fucking say that you are Chinese if you are afraid of death!" The mythical wound is in a state of extreme excitement at this time, so there are a series of swear words.

Although the scolding was a little unpleasant, the scolding such as the mythical wound aroused the wild surnames hidden in the hearts of everyone in the field. As the mythical wound said, they met even a hundred times more enemies.

Chaos! In this vast sea, the huge whale in Chinatown raised huge ripples with its tail.

"Fuck it!" Zhang Mu ran to the distance quickly and scolded a team of members in a mythical tone: "Is courage the same as death? The other party is a team of more than 1,000 people. 10 of you fucking go in and look for death!" As soon as the words fell, Zhang Muga entered the battle space.

The boss of this team of more than 1,000 people is the president of the Emperor's Association - Emperor Sakura.

"Okay... Twelve-winged angel! You come to the door to kill yourself. Don't blame me!"

Zhang Mu sneered repeatedly, "Am I dying? Haha, you fucking open your eyes and see how many brothers are behind me before you say this!"

Just as Zhang Mu entered the Emperor's Sakura battlefield, A Mu, Fatty, Deng Jie and others also joined in one after another, and the number soon reached 2,000, twice as many as the Emperor's Association!

Emperor Sakura's right hand trembled more and more. He had such a strange disease since he was a child. When he was angry, his right hand would shake uncontrollably. The more angry he was, the more he trembled. It was similar to Parkinson's disease.

"President... Let's withdraw. We can't fight. These Chinese are crazy!" A backbone whispered.

In terms of morale alone, the other side lost a lot, and this battle can't be fought anyway.

Although Emperor Sakura was quite angry, he was not blinded. He meditated for a few seconds and said, "Let the members withdraw. We won't compete with mad dogs! Give up this issue of the nine-ethnic war zone. If other guilds are willing to fight, let them stay here to fight. We won't get in it!" After saying that, a wisp of hatred shot out of Emperor Sakura's eyes and said viciously, "Twelve-winged angels... Don't be proud, there will definitely be a day when you cry!" If you don't tear down your Chinatown, I, Emperor Sakura, swear not to be a man!"

About an hour later, cheers came out one after another from the members of Chinatown. It was said that the Emperor's guild really escaped from the nine ethnic war zone with its tail between its tails like a fallen dog that was hurt. Even if there were leftovers, there were three or two kittens that dared not show their heads, which could not be constructed in China City at all. Threats.

"Big boss! I'm so fucking impressed with you! You are so fierce!" The member shouted excitedly.

"Yes, twelve boss, you are so fierce!"

The voice channel is boiling, cheers and praises come one after another, and they have not subsided for a long time.

Zhang Mu grinned and said with a gloomy smile, "Brothers, it seems too early to be happy now, right?"

"Huh?"

The whole world seems to be still in this second, and the channel is silent.

Zhang Mu looked coldly at the accomplices of the Japanese, South Korea, and some emperors in other districts and said harshly, "The main criminal has escaped, but what about the accomplices... Do you want to let them go?"

"Kill! Killed so that even his mother didn't know him!" The members' anger was stirn up by Zhang Mu again.

"The boss is right. It was not just the emperor who hit us just now! And those..."

"Yes! Yes! Fuck them, kill them!"

The beginning of the whole matter was indeed provoked by the 'Emperor', but those other districts' and Han Xiaogongs were not idle. They all followed and even acted as accomplices. What if they didn't give them a look?

I sneered sidely, "The enemy respects me one foot, and I respect the enemy ten thousand feet!" You should be very clear about what the boss just said that those who have attacked us should lose their right to have high-level arms forever... Boss, he is a person who does what he says. We can't let him down, can't we?

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey..." The mythical injury, the emperor, frozen silkworm and other backbones of the Chinatown made a series of yin laughter. After the laughter, the mythical wound suddenly roared, "What the hell are you waiting for? There are complaints and revenge!"

"Yes!!"

Ten thousand people shout together!

"The enemy is one foot for me, and I respect the enemy! Other districts say, the Korean guild is miscellaneous, listen carefully, didn't you bully us very happily just now? Now, I'll let you taste the power of Chinatown!"

A large group of members of Chinatown, which were originally gathered in the four-story forest, were led by the commanders of the army, the deputy commanders and the captains, and were divided into nearly a hundred large and small troops, spreading around like spider webs.

A president of the Chinese guild in other districts licked his lips with his big red tongue and said casually, "Brothers, Chinatown has moved, so let's not be idle. Listen to me and divide them into 30 troops to assist Chinatown!"

"But, boss... Didn't you say before that Chinatown is the object we want to conquer? Why do you want to help him... Ouch!" The little brother who spoke was hit hard by the man's head, and the man scolded, "Fuck! You know bullshit! It's the same time for the outside world, do you understand?

"What...what." My little brother was confused.

"I heard that you have a younger brother. Do you often fight with him?" The man sitting on the right of the president asked the little brother who covered his head.

The little brother said, "Yes, I have to play with him several times every day. The little boy always doesn't listen to me..."

"If an outsider hits your brother at this time, what should you do? Is it to help outsiders, or...?" The man asked again.

The little brother stood up and said angrily, "Fuck, if outsiders dare to bully my brother, I will stab him to death with a knife!"

"You're not too stupid..." The man smiled.

"What?" The little brother touched his head.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey."

Everyone in the club understood, and bursts of laughter came from their throats.

A whale can't lift huge waves in the sea, but what about the huge number of whales?

Under the crazy revenge of Chinatown, hundreds of Chinese guilds in other districts were also infected by this emotion and joined the battle one after another, with more than 300,000 Chinese players! The direct killing said that the members of South Korea cried and howled, holding their heads and rats.

Those American, British, German and French players who stay nearby and have not yet been affected are also frightened. They have never seen such a united and fierce nation. They have all huddled into a ball for fear of being swept into this huge whirlpool of war.

Everything that happened in the nine-ethnic war zone was seen by Zhang Mu. Now his mood can only be described as sad and happy. Sadly, the reputation of many Chinese players has been killed. Fortunately, Chinese players have an extremely terrible national cohesion. Once they are united, they are unstoppable!

Things have developed to this point, which is no longer within Zhang Mu's control, and it is useless to stop. Zhang Muso's surname is left by them.

Everyone is red-eyed. As long as the players of both Japan and South Korea are killed, there is absolutely no mercy. It is better to kill 1,000 by mistake than to let one person go.

In the morning, a ray of sunshine quietly entered thousands of households through the window sill, and the unprecedented massacre in the game lasted from night to dawn.

Everyone, including Zhang Mu, was numb, leaving only the word "kill" in their heads!

At this time, looking at the nine-ethnic war zone, there were no players of the Korean guild. They were completely cleared out by angry Chinese players, and none of them was left.

It confirms the crazy words released by Zhang Mu before: "The good drama has just begun, Japan, South Korea, and all your guilds that have killed Chinese players, you have seen it clearly... From this moment on, I will let you know what a nightmare is, and you will lose the right to own the 9th-order arms forever. "!"

"Brothers, this is a brilliant victory. You are all heroes!"

Zhang Mu shouted loudly, and at the same time, he kept thanking the guild elders who had helped Chinatown. Without them, the Chinatown family alone would definitely not be able to deal with nine regions, hundreds of Japanese and Korean guilds.

A boss roared excitedly, "Twelve, you're welcome! Everyone is Chinese! If your brother doesn't help, who will you help? Are you going to help outsiders?

Another old road: "Haha, that's right! These little Japanese and Koreans are fucking cheap. If you don't show them some color, they really think we are sick cats.

"Hahahaha!"

(to be continued)