novel-books Chapter 680 Shooting!
Chapter 680 Shooting!
Chapter 680 Shooting!
Is it responding?
Is there any need to hesitate about this?
Let alone the enemy's military strength ratio exceeding 500:1, even if it were 1000:1, they wouldn't be afraid!
"Brothers, our comrades are in danger and urgently need our support. Those who are willing to go, please respond directly. Those who are not willing to go, please proceed with the original plan and lie in ambush at the supply depot." Regiment Commander Yunlong addressed the entire regiment via walkie-talkie.
"Guild leader, who are you looking down on? The country and the people trust us, which is why they sent us to the capital dungeon. If we back down now, our ancestors will jump out from underground and slap me in the face, disgusted that I've made a fool of myself."
"That's right. Let me make this clear from the start: anyone who dares not to go will be expelled from the regiment, and don't even mention that they're one of our members! I can't afford to lose face like that."
"Ramp leader, from the moment I entered the dungeon, I was prepared to sacrifice myself. I've already written my will."
"The Ming Tombs instance is Director Lin's instance, right? Director Lin wouldn't do something like this unless it's an extremely urgent situation. If Director Lin dares to venture into an instance all by himself, what are we afraid of with so many brothers like us?!"
No words were needed to boost morale; the entire group unanimously agreed to respond!
They transformed into hundreds of golden rays and vanished from the spot.
At the same time, in the Houhai instance, all the Eastern Kingdom players who were solving puzzles and fighting against the eerie creatures heard a voice.
[A player from the Eastern Kingdom is requesting help in the Ming Tombs instance. Should we respond?]
Looking at the nearby dungeon exit, they didn't hesitate for a moment and simultaneously clicked "Agree".
Inside the museum instance, a player who was solving the final puzzle suddenly looked up.
He glanced at his comrade beside him, the two looked at each other for a second, and then simultaneously reached out and pressed their hands against the golden summoning circle that appeared in the void.
Behind them, hundreds of players stuck in the second level simultaneously pressed the summoning circle.
More beams of light shot into the sky, turning the twilight of the entire Ming Tombs area into daylight.
In the Great Wall Watch dungeon, a player who had completed half of the dungeon stuffed the reward he had just received into his backpack, turned around and said to his teammates, "Let's go."
His teammates didn't say anything more.
A golden light descended, and their figures vanished from the Great Wall, reappearing on the city wall of Deshengmen. Beside them were collapsed arrow towers and scattered arrows, while ahead were the scimitars of Tatar cavalry and a tsunami of black shadows rushing towards them. In their hands, they held only a Ming Dynasty-style waist knife that appeared out of thin air.
"Holy crap, so many people!" Before the player who came to help could finish speaking, a Tatar cavalryman had already charged in front of him.
He raised his hand to block, and the waist knife and the curved knife collided, sparks flying.
A stranger beside him stabbed the Tatar cavalryman with a spear for him. The two looked at each other, nodded, and then turned to face the enemy.
One beam of light after another exploded from the city wall.
With each beam of light that fell, one or a group of players from the Ming Tombs of the Eastern Kingdom would rush out of the light.
The weapons they carried were a motley collection.
Some were Ming Dynasty-style swords from the dungeon, some were spears taken from the wall, some were copper-inlaid whips obtained as rewards for completing the game, and some were simply round bronze compasses that they hadn't had time to put down, their edges sharpened, which they smashed onto the Tatar soldiers' iron helmets, producing a bell-like sound.
Another person carried a hundred-pound offering table, flipped it over the battlements, and jumped down, causing the table to fall on three Tatar soldiers.
The battle has progressed to this point; there's no longer any need for command. It's simply a matter of pushing forward and killing! Killing! Killing!
Under the dungeon rules, the guild leader Yunlong's sidearm has been changed to a crossbow.
He raised his arm, aimed, and fired the arrow!
One rocket, three satellites!
"Hahaha, that's awesome!! You bastards, take this arrow from me!" Battalion Commander Yunlong vented his anger and frustration.
Damn it, now that we're on equal footing, I'll show you bastards what the strongest infantry on earth really is!
The Eastern Kingdom players who were teleported from the Great Wall instance unleashed an even more formidable fighting power! Inside the instance, the anomalies used the rules to torment them to the point of near death.
Now, in the Ming Tombs instance, in Director Lin's instance, the rules are extremely primitive: it's all about real fighting.
The soldiers of the East are never afraid of bloodshed or fighting against the odds. As long as they are given the opportunity, they can show the enemy what a real Great Wall Watch dungeon is like!
The city, which was originally on the verge of collapse and about to be swallowed by the shadows, seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light.
Golden rays descended from the sky, bringing with them hundreds of thousands of contestants from the Eastern Kingdom.
The fox-faced man stared at the exploding golden pillar of light on the sand table, his smile finally cracking: "Damn it!! Has Second Meng gone mad?! Just how many Eastern Kingdom people has she summoned?! Isn't she afraid of being punished by the city lord?!"
The fire-man beside him seemed frozen in place, his flames no longer flickering. A deep-seated fear welled up from his very bones.
His voice trembled: "So...so similar...they...they're coming back?!"
Lin Xiaohe floated in the air, with a fast-flowing golden river beneath her feet.
Her hands remained in a loosely clenched position, with fragments of golden runes flowing between her fingers as they dissipated.
She didn't look at the fox-faced man, nor at the city shrouded in smoke and engulfed in war.
Her gaze was so profound, it seemed to pierce through the walls of the Ming Tombs instance and look towards the core of the capital instance—the Forbidden City instance!
Lin Xiaohe flipped her wrist, and the shattered golden rune fragments seemed to have a life of their own, rotating around her.
Lin Xiaohe was completely enveloped in golden fragments, looking like a golden statue.
Her hair moved on its own even without wind.
Time seemed to slow down. She raised her arm, and divine power flowed from her limbs to her fingertips like liquid, finally condensing into an arrow.
The black mist around her body surged violently, clinging tightly to her limbs like living things, but another force was trying to tear the black mist apart.
Sensing something, Meng Po on the ground suddenly looked up at the sky, her heart pounding like a drum and her head buzzing.
In just a second, her heart felt as if a huge boulder had been thrown down, plummeting until it plunged into the icy River of Oblivion.
Lin Xiaohe not only deceived the fox-faced humanoids and other deceased beings, but also deceived her!
Lin Xiaohe is definitely playing a very big game!
The fog struggled more and more violently, almost forming a hideous and terrifying face.
The face roared silently. Resentment, hatred, despair, and pleading—all sorts of emotions pierced the minds of everyone in the instance like fine needles.
All life in the entire Ming Tombs instance paused for a moment.
Only Lin Xiaohe acted as if nothing had happened, reaching out to draw away the struggling black mist layer by layer.
She stretched and bent the extracted black mist as if kneading clay, condensing it into a bow that was entirely black.
Lin Xiaohe stood still, the mist on her body completely stripped away, revealing a sharp suit that seemed out of place on Tong Fan's body.
She used black mist as her bow and divine authority as her arrows, with golden fragments covering the surface of the divine arrows like moths to a flame.
Lin Xiaohe pulled back forcefully with her right hand, squeezing her shoulder blades together, causing the muscles in her back to bulge out in ridges.
The arrow was slightly raised, and the black bow curved into an incredible arc.
She aimed at the target and let go!