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Chapter 676 Conspiracy and Deception

Chapter 676 Conspiracy and Deception

At the Dongguo Emergency Command Center, four basic rules lit up one by one on the large screen.

Commander Zhang finished reading the document, holding his enamel mug, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled a long puff of smoke. "Duty, provisions, engagement, and military orders. These four standard military rules are completely straightforward, without a single twist or turn. Is this instance just giving us free experience points?"

The experts discussed it for a long time but found no hidden pits.

Their lives in the East have finally improved.

Old Zhou, standing next to him, took off his glasses and wiped them. His tone was steady, but he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth: "At most, this can be considered a medium-sized siege warfare exercise. Once we get through this wave, we can start training in the rule-based war dungeon category."

The entire command center was filled with an atmosphere of "this is going to be a sure thing".

At the same moment, deep within the instance, several reborn beings, including the fox-faced humanoid, usurped Lin Xiaohe's place, taking her place in the instance's core.

In stark contrast to the optimism permeated by the smoke and instant coffee of the command post, something thicker and more intense—greed—was in the air here.

Thirty-two dark figures surrounded a bronze sand table, on which a model of the capital city was slowly rotating.

The dense red dots outside the city represent the Tatar army, while the sparse green dots inside the city represent the twelve thousand players from the Eastern Kingdom.

Every sparkle is a delicious bite.

The ghost baby was the most excited, its face almost touching the sand table, the two eerie green flames in its eye sockets sizzling: "More than ten thousand, slurp, hungry, hungry, food."

As soon as he finished speaking, the basic rules on the sand table emitted a dark, gloomy light, like a claw that clenched and then slowly opened.

"These four rules are the most brilliant creations I've ever made in my life."

The fox-faced man stretched out his withered finger and flicked it on the sand table. The defensive line formed by the convergence of green light dots immediately showed signs of collapse. "Four shifts a day. It sounds simple, but no one can stay awake for ten consecutive days with only two hours of sleep. The resilience of the Eastern people, who can endure any hardship, is no match for the absolute pressure of time."

Beside her, a female ghost in red unfurled and rolled up the bamboo scroll with a rustling sound, chuckling softly: "The one I designed is truly bloodless. Military orders within the city are all based on the Ministry of War's fire tokens. Twelve thousand men, without unified command, are fighting like headless flies. You think you're defending the city, but in reality, you don't even know where your allies are."

The skeletal monk fiddled with his prayer beads, the dark beads sliding one by one between his fingers. His voice was hoarse, like the sound of phlegm being squeezed from deep in his throat: "The food supplies will run out in seven days. After seven days, people will eat each other. When people are hungry, they will forget all the rules, but to live, they must break the rules. To break the rules, they must die. They definitely cannot break this cycle."

The ghost baby looked left and right, a knowing look appearing on its hungry face.

These guys are showing off their contributions just so they can get an extra bite of the pie after it's all over.

I knock!

How cunning.

The ghost baby quickly replied, "My contribution was the greatest. Nearly one-third of the Tatar army were my men. I pulled out all the stops for this dungeon!"

“Quantity doesn’t equal quality. I sent out the elite.” The fox-faced man said with dissatisfaction.

"Yours are elite, but mine aren't?" Meng Po joined the argument.

The thirty-two dark figures became increasingly agitated as they spoke, and the foul-smelling black mist on the sand table almost solidified into a tangible form.

Before the dungeon even officially started, they were already fighting over how to divide the loot.

Suddenly, the fox-faced man slammed the bamboo slips on the table and said in a low voice, "Alright, we're arguing about this little bit of flatbread. Some people can take half without doing anything."

The hall fell silent for a moment. The bronze model of the capital city on the sand table continued to turn, its gears clattering and grinding away with each passing second.

"what do you mean?"

"We need to find a way to seize this Ming Tombs instance. I don't know why, but those Eastern Kingdom players are flocking to the Ming Tombs like moths to a flame. As far as I know, there are another 40,000 to 50,000 players on their way. Are you really willing to hand over this feast to newbies?"

The skeleton monk stopped babbling. The ghost infant's smile stretched to its ears: "How exactly do we do it?"

"listen to me……"

Thirty-two dark figures spoke one after another, while the black mist above the sand table churned and grew thicker and thicker.

In their eyes, the twelve thousand Eastern Kingdom souls were already theirs, and the Second Meng would be completely turned into a puppet after this instance ended.

At this moment, inside the instance, more than 10,000 players from the Eastern Kingdom were already in their positions.

In the Deshengmen defense zone, a tall special forces soldier was examining the goose-feather saber issued by the system, turning it over and over.

An old NPC soldier, a pipe dangling from his lips, passed by him from behind, glanced at his sword-wielding posture, and sneered: "Rookie. When the Tartars come, this slash of yours won't even kill a mosquito."

"My name is Li Qing. What's your surname, sir?" Li Qing asked with a smile, slinging the knife over his shoulder.

The old soldier ignored him completely and had already walked more than ten steps away, leaving Li Qing alone on the spot. Before he could even hold his sword properly, he was startled by the sound of a cannon coming from the city tower.

An hour after the instance officially started, some people encountered problems.

A new recruit, while on duty, leaned against the city wall and dozed off for a second.

The system then displayed the following message: [Violation: Drowsiness while on duty. Twenty strokes of the cane.]

His health dropped significantly on the spot, and a purplish-blue mark appeared on his buttocks. His comrades in the same class were startled and immediately reported the incident.

Even though the Dongguo athletes were exhausted, they dared not close their eyes.

Another veteran got hungry in the middle of the night and ran to the food distribution point, hoping to get an extra half liter of rice.

Before he could even use his eloquence and social skills, the veteran NPC distributing the rations gave him a cold look: "One liter of rations. Taking even one more grain is stealing rations. Execute."

The veteran was so frightened that he took three steps back and almost fell into a dry ditch.

But the worst is yet to come.

A five-man squad was transferred to support the Andingmen defense zone.

The team leader, a squad leader, analyzed the situation with his teammates as they went: "This dungeon looks simple in terms of rules, but simplicity is what makes it difficult. Simplicity means there's no room for error."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warning popped up in the system: [Information Rule: Military orders delivered by those without a Ministry of War fire token are unreliable. The current mobilization order does not have a fire token; please determine its authenticity yourself.]

The five people stood in the middle of the city wall ramp, caught in a dilemma.

Following a false order could be a trap; disobeying it would also mean death.

The squad leader looked down at his empty hands, remained silent for three seconds, and then cursed.

"I didn't receive any fire tokens. Not a single one. Who the hell issued this transfer order?"

The atmosphere at the Dongguo Emergency Command Center, which was just about to relax for a while, suddenly became tense.

Good grief, the rules are designed for the East Korean players, but the enemy doesn't have to follow them, right?!

Old Zhou's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and he slammed his fist on the table: "This is definitely not a copy designed by Lin Xiaohe!"

(End of this chapter)