Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 524 I'll take your dam!

They can be said to be regular troops recruited by the king's order, but everyone knows the level of the Glorious Nobles. With money in hand, they are busy with wine and women, so who would have nothing better to do than spend money on supporting soldiers?

Therefore, even if there is a supervision team guarding the place, these defenders actually have no combat effectiveness at all. They are just there to show off. Some of them have a big pot belly, while others are skinny and frail. They are completely useless.

Only the personal knights of the great nobles have complete combat effectiveness. Duke Xiguang, who is well aware of this, arranges them in the more important strongholds as the backbone of the team, responsible for withstanding the direct pressure from the enemy.

and so……

Therefore, the fact that they were stopped by such a ridiculous army was enough to show how unprofessional the bandits in the deep forest were.

There is no way, because the former Glorious Western Territory was completely undefended.

These black gloves who specialize in making money for the nobles can easily bully the common people and local tyrants, but they are afraid of regular troops, even the weakest ones.

Moreover, this is not a fight between the gangs, nor is it a conflict between two factions. They have no experience in large-scale legion-level battles and are in a completely helpless state.

"Trash! They're all trash!"

Therefore, the Northern Border Army, who had originally come as a supervisory team, had no choice but to follow the noble generals onto the battlefield in person, using their swords to set an example for these damned bandits.

Now, both sides are playing with the King and the Silver, and the fight is like a pair of lunatics, which is an eye-opener for the children watching.

...Who else would dare to sit in the West and watch the show? Of course, it would be the players who are working hard on this hot land.

They were very excited when they smelled the new version. They gathered around the battlefield and there was constant heated discussion both online and offline.

"This is incredible. Why do I feel like Yangyue is just a makeshift team? How can they fight so unprofessionally?"

[I never thought that I would have the opportunity to experience General Chen's helpless laughter in my lifetime - what a perfect pair of opponents! ]

"I'm convinced. Are they really soldiers? What the hell are they fighting? It's too shameful to watch!"

It’s true that the rookies and little silver players all have their own shortcomings, but when it comes to real combat, the difference between kings can be even greater than the difference between kings and silver players!

So no matter how weak the bandit group is, behind them stand the Deep Forest Border Army, which has fought in the North for many years and accumulated rich experience.

No matter how much equipment the Glow has, reality is not a game, and card fusion cannot increase stars, so even if the defenders have more troops, they cannot defeat the enemy.

Therefore, even with Lord Xi's efforts, the Glowing Defense Line maintained an apparent stability and even won several battles in local areas.

But they still managed to be attacked by the enemy with their superior forces, hammering here and there, targeting the sore spots and forcibly tearing open several holes.

"Damn it!"

The lord originally wanted to send people to stop them, but the Deep Forest Border Army suddenly launched a fierce attack to cover them, forcing him to withdraw his troops and deploy them on the border with them, entering a strategic stalemate stage of complete staring.

Now it was like a hungry wolf entering a sheepfold. The bandits who had entered the Glowing Territory let loose and began to hysterically plunder everyone they saw.

Several border towns and villages seemed to have been sifted through a sieve. Not only were there no valuables to be found, but the robbers didn't even leave behind any food for the villagers.

And if they hadn't still retained some dignity, the villagers were used to being plundered and too lazy to resist, and they might have been massacred to vent their anger.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that in order to resist the attack from the deep forest, Lord Xi has transferred all the elite troops to the outermost defense line.

Therefore, although there are other armies in the Western Territory, they are all militias that lack effective command and combat effectiveness. It is difficult to wipe out the bandits that have come to kill them, and they can only let them run rampant.

In other words, the Western Territory today is like a big egg, and its only defense is the outermost layer of brittle shell.

Once they break through, the inside will be unobstructed, allowing the group of bandits to happily kill their way to the Huguo Pass on the west side of the capital and ask the Sun King how he slept last night.

But this is a theoretical result based on past facts. The actual situation is...

"I'll fuck you dam!"

Although guided by the idea that "a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall", many player forces did not choose to make much layout in the Western Territory.

But let alone games, even in reality there are many crazy people who are eager for challenges and like to make trouble for themselves, or even put themselves in danger.

Therefore, with a large enough player base, there are many adventurers who choose to try their luck in the West, and some have even begun to flirt with local nobles.

Although there are not many experts who can sneak into the noble castle, it is also because of this that they are targeted by bandits and suffer bad luck.

The wheat field that had just been acquired was robbed clean by bandits, the business that had just been negotiated was ruined by bandits, and the chicken soup that had just been stewed was taken away by bandits along with the pot.

Even they themselves - several teams of players who were searching for traces of the dungeon in the wild - were killed by bandits and their equipment was scattered all over the ground.

"Damn it! I was beaten to death before I could even react?"

"Gao Bei, we are players, how can we tolerate this?"

"Hou Lixie, the Germanic giant sword I just picked up is gone!"

And because of the popular post in the player forum that was pushed to the front row, the original poster whose three acres of wheat were robbed by bandits kept repeating a magical phrase: "I'll fuck you, dam!"

Therefore, this self-preservation movement initiated by players in the West to unite against this group of bandits has a name that may not be very polite.

But they are just saying it for fun. Whether it will really be effective depends on how they do it. So due to the lack of effective organization, this movement did not go smoothly at the beginning.

Although players gathered in response, they all took up swords, guns, sticks and clubs, ready to enforce justice, protect the land and the people, and wipe out all bandits.

No one knows where it originated from, but the news that pioneers have a chance to drop rare items after their death has spread throughout the Western Territory.

So since the equipment drops are mutual, if players want to hunt down bandits, why don't bandits want to hunt down players too?

Now that the vast Western Territory is a slaughterhouse, let's make a fuss, and no one will say a word.

Today you kill a group of my bandits, tomorrow I will ambush a group of your soldiers, and the day after tomorrow I will pick a square to chop off a row of heads, and we enjoy the fighting to our heart's content.

Of course, the life-for-life strategy is definitely not a loss for players. After all, as long as you go out lightly and rely on the stats to kill people, you will only lose some levels and experience when you die, and your equipment will not be dropped. "Damn it, it's too damn bad, there is nothing!"

"No, Boss. These pioneers left nothing behind!"

"Don't worry, let me think..."

Where there is demand, there is motivation. There are also smart people among the bandits, so new ways of playing were quickly developed.

They no longer move in separate teams like before, but try to gather into large groups and act together, following orders and having clear goals. If they want to make a killing, they want to make a big profit!

Facts have proved that the new strategy is indeed effective. A small group of players is definitely no match for the enemy's encirclement that is several times their number. They can only be wiped out on the spot without any resistance, and the nearby resource points are lost together.

Even if you can be resurrected, it will take a whole day just to squat in the urinal, not to mention the time spent on the road from the dungeon to here, which is almost the same as being kicked out of the battlefield.

What's even more terrible is that the two sides have been fighting for several days, so the cunning bandits vaguely guessed the pain point of the pioneers, and even organized a special hunting team, doing nothing else but killing the pioneers.

As one side gained strength while the other lost, the players who couldn't exchange blood at all suffered a great loss in the Western Territory. They lost their weapons and armor, suffered heavy casualties, and even almost lost all their bitter tea seeds.

Logically speaking, there are also relatively large guilds on the player side, and it is time for them to take action now that things have come to this.

But even if they don't build the Manyuan base and the Southern Border Free Trade Zone, they should at least build a network of relationships in the capital. If that doesn't work, there is still the Blackwater Territory Industrial Zone. This rotten land in the Western Border is not worth investing in at all.

Those who would cling to the West Territory are either small guilds that have just developed and don’t have many bottles and jars, or they are simply newcomers who joined in the previous wave.

So what reason do the big guilds have to sacrifice their own blood to protect the interests of the small guilds?

Naturally, no one was willing to give a clear answer, and they were considered kind-hearted if they could provide some supplies.

As for the official...

Now that it’s official, they are actually quite cautious about interfering in Glorious affairs.

This matter is of great importance. Without the Sun King's active invitation, it is impossible to send even a single soldier to defend other people's territory.

So the current situation is -

The Glow Regular Army was forced to fight a fierce sit-in war on the border of the kingdom together with the Deep Forest Regular Army.

The Glowing Territorial Army and the local nobles are in cahoots with each other, hiding in the town like cowards.

The players who tried to take charge were not strong enough to deal with the aggressive bandits.

Lives are being destroyed and survival is at stake. Is the situation in the Western Territory of Glorious Light going to completely deteriorate?

...Since oppression exists, resistance must also exist, so of course not!

Even if the big guilds are reluctant to spend money, can't players just go there in groups of three or five as individuals?

So after the players in the Western Territory once again issued an initiative, a group of player volunteers responded to their call and traveled thousands of miles to join the battlefield.

Unlike these inexperienced newbies, this group of veterans who even made it through the closed beta test have many tricks up their sleeves.

Besides, isn’t it just using the few to defeat the many? The player has been hanging out in Yangyue for more than half a year, it’s not like he hasn’t done this before!

No matter how bad the situation is, can it be worse than the last battle during the closed beta period, where one hundred players fought against three thousand goblins?

Therefore, this group of elite players quickly broke up into small groups and entered a fairly classic guerrilla phase.

Plant a mine here today, dig a pit there tomorrow, and gather superior forces to set up a beautiful ambush the day after tomorrow, and then turn around and run away after finishing the work.

The bandits had never seen such wisdom from another world, so they were naturally miserable for a while.

They couldn't catch them, and they couldn't defend against them. A few brave ones tried to force a fight, but they were killed by the other players' poison gas bombs.

"It's terrible. I heard that the group at Silent Mountain was poisoned by the pioneers' gas and fell to the ground on the spot."

"Yeah, I heard that they were captured alive without even having the energy to resist, and then hanged one by one in public by the pioneers!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking. I'm scared... Boss! What should we do?"

"Don't worry, let me think..."

But if he really had some amazing wisdom, he would not have fallen to the point of becoming a bandit leader and working illegally for a noble lord in a precarious situation.

So these bandit leaders thought about it for a long time and finally put all the blame for their failures on the common people.

——Why am I always discovered by the pioneers? It must be these unruly people who tipped me off!

——These are no longer ordinary villagers, we must strike hard!

The people who had just received relief food from the pioneers, lit a fire and set up a pot, preparing to feed their crying, starving children some porridge: "Ah?"

"Look! Look! What did I say? They all got the pioneers' rice! The evidence is irrefutable! There is no way to argue!"

Of course, it is impossible for the criminals to go through any trial process. The only means they have are the Sunny Day Doll, the meat drying rack that can be used to nail people to death.

Moreover, these guys who have no future but live today believe in the principle of killing everyone without mercy. Once the butcher knife is swung, there is no way to stop!

Therefore, within three days, eight villages in the western border were massacred, people were killed like flies, heads were rolling, and horrific Jingguans were piled up everywhere.

Even the nobles' towns were subjected to tentative attacks by large forces. If Duke Xiguang had not squeezed out troops to defend in time, they might have been destroyed.

"Oh, I'm so scared, so scared!"

Although they escaped unharmed in the end, the Glorious Nobles, and Western Nobles at that, were so frightened that they were pissing and shitting.

Lord Xi and his men certainly wouldn't dare to blame him, and the bandits can't be blamed either, as for the common people... tsk, they're just ants, not worthy of being blamed by the master.

But the current situation is that the master has lost face, and someone must take the blame and help the master replace the bitter tea with clean one!

So who owns this head that is neither too big nor too small, just the right size?

"You bold pioneers! How dare you speak nonsense and do evil in my territory! Do you still have the law in your eyes?"

"Duke Xiguang is fighting bravely on the front line, and you dare to drag your feet in the rear. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Humph! Bandits, bandits, you cause chaos wherever you go. I think the biggest bandits in our Glory are clearly you!"

What's even worse is that although the Northeast noble group usually looks down on these beggar-like Western nobles, they are not even worthy of being considered when it comes to marriage or even pork distribution,

But at this moment, the big men are worried that the pioneers have no handle to make a big fuss about, so the accusations of the Western Territory nobles at this moment are really great!

Even though everyone knew that these were all lies, under the operation and exaggeration of this group of nobles, an xenophobic movement against pioneers began.