Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

The nobles in the southern border were fine. They had already been trained in a gentle military manner by the pioneers. They were gentle and submissive, and had thick skin. They were not afraid of being slapped again.

But the nobles in the East and North were really frightened and turned into obedient subjects who were grateful to the queen forever. They gave money, food and loyalty, and were even more filial than the people in the capital.

As everyone's only king and father, Fia has unknowingly grown into the most powerful monarch in the history of the Kingdom of Glory.

After hearing that grandpa had been haunted by Ji Ming in the underworld and that he finally had a reliable helper, he publicly announced something that should have been announced long ago.

"Declare war on the Deep Forest Kingdom!"

Dark Flame realized: "Okay, okay, you want to play like this, right?"

However, just like a kind old ghost from another world, Fia, who accidentally said the key words, seemed to have triggered some hidden mechanism.

In response, on the next day, the Dark Flame Consciousness, whose momentum had just slowed down slightly, directly launched a second round of attack.

"No, if you're unhappy, you can just drop into Qixia City and fight the queen, don't come and fight us!"

Now the players who had just found the cards from the nobles suffered a heavy blow, and the line they had maintained with great difficulty was smashed to pieces on the spot.

Half of the eighteen important military towns that barely formed a line of defense were lost on the same day, and the remaining nine fell one after another in the following days.

"Oh my god, the defenders are in complete disarray. The Western Territory is completely finished!"

Both the battlefield observers from Lingxi and Beimos, and the consultants who provided reference to officials of various countries, came to a very pessimistic conclusion.

——The snowball of the messenger cavalry is getting bigger and bigger. If it continues like this, it will only be a matter of time before Shen Lin attacks Qixia City!

However, at this critical moment, a brand new piece of news suddenly began to spread among the mourning countryside in the western border.

"Gods above, the Iron Legion is back!"

After several days of arduous march, Eleanor and the new Iron Legion finally arrived at her loyal Westerland.

As the only noble reinforcement, they descended from the sky, killed all the messenger cavalry with their own hands, subdued the skeleton dragon who was the general, severely damaged the daring Dark Flame consciousness, and became the strongest in Yangyue. The whole book is finished.

……

……

……

Well, unexpectedly but understandably, their arrival did not change anything.

Just ten thousand new recruits who have just received tactical training for a few months, even with the veteran soldiers as their backbone, cannot change the situation on the battlefield.

But this does not mean that Eleanor's efforts are meaningless, or that her arrival itself is meaningful.

For Eleanor, the "Longsongs" and the "Iron Legion" are her parents and the greatest legacy they left behind.

For the players, they are Yue Fei and Yue's army in another world, King Arthur, and Hannibal Barca, a kind of regret worthy of sympathy.

To Dark Flame's consciousness, that was an ant that tried to resist his legendary empire twenty years ago, and now it was dead without leaving even a trace.

But for the people in the Western Territory, iron armor is heaven!

When a person feels that his life is hopeless but has to grit his teeth and live on, he often places his faith on other things.

On Earth, they are non-existent gods, and in Yangyue, they are real gods.

And in the West, when the people were suffering from both the shameless nobles and the deep forest marauders, and no gods came to save them, it was the Iron Legion that answered their prayers.

Although compared with the long night, their appearance was like a match, which suddenly lit up and disappeared hastily, and even they themselves turned into snow-white ash.

But precisely because they had seen the light, they could no longer tolerate the darkness. So in the following twenty years of painful torture, the Iron Legion gradually evolved into an abstract belief in the West.

The people of the West do not believe in God, nobles, or even the king, but they believe that the Iron Legion and the Marquis and his wife will come back one day, and then everyone will be happy.

This was a powerful force that even Eleanor herself had not expected, so when she set foot on the land of the West with the flag of the Ironclad Army, the land seemed to suddenly come alive.

The whole nation was celebrating and telling each other the news. After entering the Western Territory for a long time, many players even saw smiles on the faces of local people for the first time.

"The princess is here, Tieyi hasn't forgotten us!"

"Let's go and welcome His Highness!"

"Father, I want to join the Ironclad Army. Please...what? Okay! Together, we can avenge our mother!"

Many people who were ready to die walked out of their homes, holding hoes and pitchforks, and decided to join the war.

Although they are too weak to change the collapsing war situation even if they try their best, isn't war all about momentum?

"Even the old man has gone to the battlefield, we really can't be cowardly!"

"No matter what, we have to bring back some results today, otherwise we will be wasting the food the villagers sent us."

"Isn't it just level one experience? I'm going to risk it all today!"

So that night, the players finally achieved the first victory for Glow since the Deep Foresters launched the second round of offensive.

Even though they only eliminated the messenger cavalry in a barony, and they could be captured by the enemy's counterattack at any time, it was enough to boost morale.

【Haha, at the scene! 】

After taking a photo with a few friends and posting it on D Station, Ai Ge, who looked much more embarrassed than before, sat down on the ground.

As well-known internet celebrities, the four of them joined the anti-aggression war without hesitation and became volunteer guardians without receiving a penny.

Fortunately, although the battle situation is becoming increasingly tense, since everyone is above level 40, there has been no combat casualties for the time being.

Even just now, under the cover of other players, a few of them turned into Super Bald Qiang, chopping and slashing, and successfully cleared a large area of ​​green forest.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Ai Ge suddenly felt someone touching his arm.

"Eh? Boss, look at that ruin over there. Does it look familiar to you?"

"Ok?"

Ai Ge opened his eyes with difficulty and took a look. After a little thought, he laughed.

"Oh, that's right! Come and have a look, brothers! Isn't that the castle of Baron Sima?"

"Wow, I haven't seen fashion for a few days. Not only open kitchens, but even open bedrooms are available!"

"Hey, so we've come back after going around in circles, haha!"

Maybe it was because of too much pressure, the rare happy moment made the four of them almost laugh silly, until a figure appeared nearby.

He looked around for a moment and waved to them.

"Hey, are you wandering poets?"

"Hmm? Yes! May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I'm your fan! I always love listening to you sing."

I didn't expect to meet fans in such a remote place, so I signed autographs and took photos with them. After a long time, I realized...

"Oh, so you watched our video and followed the path to find us here."

"Yes, and my ancestors are... veterans! You know, so I also want to retrace my grandfather's steps."

"Okay, then we'll fight side by side!"

"No problem, we must take on the anti-aggression part!"

After temporarily bidding farewell to this enthusiastic fan, the four of them laughed a few more times and then fell into silence.

"Have you thought of that?"

"I thought about it."

"I thought about it too."

"No way, you guys want to go to the bathroom too?"

"..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The next morning, as this major victory spread rapidly in the global news field, an article slowly became popular.

[Hello, dear fans and friends, we are the Wandering Poets...]

[In short, whether it is manpower or supplies, the people in the Western Territory are in great need of your help now. If you have time...]

[No matter what, we will keep fighting! ]

Relying on their biggest advantage of over 10 million fans on the Internet, they posted an article on each of their accounts, calling on players to intervene in the war and save the people of the Western Territory.

And it's not just them. After learning about the Iron Legion's inspiring effect on the West, a large number of moved players also began to campaign for it on the Internet.

Please, please join us.

[What were you doing when the invaders came? Are you free? Can you come to rescue? ]

[Don't hesitate, at 8 o'clock tonight, let's burn the executioner to ashes together! ]

[Okay, I have a lot of classes tomorrow so I don’t have time. If I lose my life today, I can continue playing seamlessly the day after tomorrow.]

[They say that fathers and sons fight together, but this time I brought my mom along, let me tell you, my mom is an air rifle champion]

[Okay, I didn't expect that a veteran like me, whose daughter is already three years old, would have the opportunity to return to the battlefield. I won't say any more. Guangfu will take my life with me! ]

[I mainly play a mage, level 50, spent a lot of money, and the capital city will give me a life! ]

[If you have studied abroad and know how to use a gun, you will lose your life! 】

[Fuck, it’s ok to be a coward in real life, but you can’t be afraid of death in the game, right? Sanjin will give you one life! ]

[Follow the footsteps of our ancestors, Sichuan and Shu will give you your life! 】

[What? Why are all you Chinese people... Oh, okay, I'm a member of the royal family, I want to die too!]

[Bro, don't forget us Texans, I can give you guns! #伴一命]

[The team is ready. Anyone who is willing to join my team can get the money! If you are interested, you can send me a private message... #伴一命]

Then a wonderful thing happened. A new meme consisting of three Chinese characters inexplicably swept the global Internet and became a special label for this cyber recruitment.

Even if only 1% of people have the time and energy and are willing to accept the call, when the player base is close to 100 million, it will still be a migration of millions of people.

but.

Although this large-scale conscription is in full swing, the population limit of the servers in the Western Region is still an objective existence, so that many regions can only accommodate a maximum of three thousand players.

If it is to carry out missions and interact with NPCs, this is definitely considered a high number of players, but compared with the huge number of messenger cavalry, it is really not enough.

After the young boss found out about this, he immediately reported it to Ji Ming and asked him if he wanted to find an excuse to launch a larger version and temporarily lift the restrictions on the Western Territory.

But to its surprise, Ji Ming directly chose to refuse.

The reason for rejection is simple.

“Only after going through hardships, overcoming difficulties, and choking on blood, can people know the value of what they have fought for.”

"So since I've already given them immortality and instant messaging as a cheat, it's impossible to give them more."

……

"Don't worry. Throughout history, humans have encountered many disasters that were more torturous than this thing, but we have all overcome them. This is called the resilience of civilization."

"If they can't hold on any longer, I will take action, but at least for now, just think of it as me being cruel and let them dance in shackles."

It turned out that Ji Ming's optimism was correct, because after a brief period of anxiety and uneasiness, the players quickly found the most reasonable way to fight.

The upper limit of the number of players on a single noble territory server (X)

The upper limit of the undead population in a single noble territory server (√)

As millions of players continued to pour into the West, all the servers that had not yet fallen were filled to the brim.

The result of this is that if one player dies on the front line, another can be immediately replaced, so that the front line is always fully staffed with players.

"Wuhu, it's finally my turn. Everyone, I'll go first!"

"Mom, I have to go to the battlefield. I'm hanging up now."

"Fuck! I just bought some grenades. I have to kill at least three people with this life!"

Moreover, this is in contrast to the players who rushed forward one after another without any fear, who were just treating it as a game and who could not be transformed into messenger cavalry after their death.

Because before every player dies, they will collect as many knight heads as possible and stuff them into their backpacks so that they can "kidnap" them back to the dungeon.

Not only did the Messenger Cavalry fail to get fresh blood in the battle, but their own population was constantly being taken away by the pioneers.

There are three missing here, five missing there, and if you magnify it to the entire front line, it means thousands of people are missing. It's simply insane.

Dark Flame's consciousness: No, what am I fighting against, this magic! ?

Although the reduced number is still just a drop in the bucket compared to the already hundreds of millions of messenger cavalry.

But with the joint efforts of the players and the people of the Western Territory, the battle line that had been in a state of collapse was finally stalemate again.

"it is good!"

The person who was most happy after learning about this was naturally Fia. In order to maintain the precarious dignity of the royal family, she insisted on staying with Qixia and finally got some good news.

As it happened, although she was so poor that she had almost no soldiers to mobilize, she still had some wealth in her wallet because she had just raided the homes of those nobles in opposition.

After holding a small internal meeting, the kingdom took the initiative to distribute kingdom pensions according to the ranks of the fallen pioneers, and also sent people to the western border to transfer a batch of food and supplies to support Princess Eleanor and the Glorious Army and civilians' resistance movement.