Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The players were helpless with the hoplite phalanx, the iron bastard with long thorns all over his body, jumping and scolding his mother angrily; in the phalanx, Major Kirk, the commander of the garrison, was not easy.

The heavy infantry phalanx is indeed invincible in fighting tough battles in a specific area, especially in this urban street environment. Even if the road ahead is the Sun Knights who are rampant across the mainland, Major Kirk is confident that he can push through.

However... His enemy is the undead.

These undead are indeed not as difficult to deal with as the Solar Knights, but they are really brave and fearless. No matter how many times the front row is stabbed, the back row will inevitably make up for it. They don't even know what fear and avoidance are.

It takes a few minutes to advance ten meters... It's not much faster than a snail.

"It won't work like this, the undead are tireless, and the physical strength of soldiers is not unlimited!" Major Kirk slowly slid cold sweat from his forehead.

Although the attack method of Tarantan's undead is indeed as serious as Kirk knows, there are very few magic attacks (most of the mages in the three new tests are still stuck in changing jobs), arrows are sparse ( The walker players in the third test are still earlier than the second-rank ranger, and bows and arrows are indeed more difficult to operate than daggers); most of the undead only know how to bump into them foolishly, and the weapons in their hands emit a faint sound, like an alchemist's battle The light emitted by the puppet when using the offensive technique, slashes at the large shield erected by the sword and shield soldiers, and the damage is minimal...

But even this kind of ineffective attack will consume the physical strength of the sword and shield soldiers!

What will happen if you are exhausted by the undead? The Sun Cult has already warned the world with its own tragic experience.

"Red Flame Snake Legion, what are you doing?!"

Major Kirk couldn't help looking up anxiously in the distance, in the direction of Central Avenue.

The Crimson Flame Snake Legion should have entered the Midtown earlier than they did. Major Kirk would be lying if he said he was not envious of this legion that the lord has devoted all his resources to cultivating... The red flame snake's lieutenant officer, annual salary They are richer than his major.

It is clear that the Red Flame Snake Legion entered the inner city earlier, but the garrison who entered the city later endured the siege of a large number of undead beyond comprehension, which made Major Kirk very dissatisfied.

"These undead took the initiative to besiege our army. They obviously knew the difference between the enemy and us. There is no reason to let the red flame snake go... Could it be that the red flame snake escaped the battle? Or has it been destroyed by the undead?"

Both of these conjectures made Major Kirk terrified.

"No, it's impossible. The Ezekiel family has lost power, and the Red Flame Snake is the first to bear the brunt of the disaster. It's impossible for this group of people to be indiscriminate and avoid fighting at this moment."

"Then there are only two possibilities... One is that the Red Flame Snake has been destroyed by the hands of the undead!"

"It doesn't make sense. The Red Flame Snake is an entire cavalry regiment. Even in the city, it shouldn't be so easy to fall. Even if there are [-] wild boars, it is impossible for them to be caught by the undead in such a short period of time!"

Eliminating this possibility, Major Kirk not only did not relax a bit, but the cold sweat on his forehead became denser.

"Could it be that... the Scarlet Flame Snake also encountered the same situation as us, besieged by a large number of undead in a certain street, unable to advance or retreat?!"

With this result in his mind, Major Kirk felt that the hot wind in autumn seemed to bring a bit of coolness instantly...

The undead know how to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. After the Red Flame Snake enters the inner city, it may ignore the undead running around in the inner city, and the two sides will inevitably fight.

The two of them fought each other, and the defenders who entered the inner city were still besieged by such a large number of undead on the street, which meant that the number of Tarantan undead airborne in the inner city was at least [-]!

If it wasn't for the siege, with the full cavalry of the Red Flame Snake, even if the officers over there went out without thinking, they should use the mobility of the cavalry to charge around the inner city after rescuing the earl, and disperse the undead as much as possible. A large number of undead gathered in groups, trapping the defenders who entered the city later!

Considering that the Red Flame Snakes are all cavalry, and their mobility is higher than that of the infantry-based garrison, the undead who want to besiege the Red Flame Snake are no less than those who come to besiege the garrison... In other words, the undead who invaded the inner city , probably around [-]!

Major Kirk felt his eyes go dark for a while.

"——It can't be delayed any longer! We must advance to Central Avenue as soon as possible!" The resolute Major Kirk bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down, "The most spacious street in Midtown is Central Avenue. The location is also very likely to be the central avenue, so we must meet up with the Red Flame Snake as soon as possible, break out of the encirclement, and rescue the Earl!"

The heavy infantry phalanx that moved forward a little bit accelerated its advance speed in an instant.

The sword and shield soldiers and spear soldiers in the front row were exhausted at a rapid rate, and the three-test players who besieged the "elite monster" in the north direction were also rushed to the ground and cursed loudly.

The garrison wants to join up with allies and use cavalry to establish an advantage; players may not think that the commanders of the "elite monsters" know how to deduce and think about tactics, but they will certainly not let these "elite monsters" get what they want .

Pushed back by the heavy infantry phalanx for more than 200 meters, the third-test players who repeatedly ran corpses found something was wrong, and shouted loudly: "My god, these monsters want to go to the Central Avenue?!"

"Don't retreat, don't retreat! Come to the direction of 12 o'clock to resist! Don't let the monster go there!"

"Someone is coming at a speed of 12 o'clock! If these monsters go to the big group, we will have nothing to catch!"

The players fighting on the left and right sides were shocked, and frantically squeezed towards the direction of the strange group...

Tactics and tactics aside, the players are absolutely clear-headed about whether their own interests will be damaged - if the group of full-armor elite monsters they have worked so hard to stop for a long time rush into the central avenue, the players over there will It's too late for the super big group to laugh at them, the ghosts are polite to them!

At this time, among the more than 1 testers, someone finally figured out a way to solve the problem after being repeatedly stabbed and hacked to death.

When the voice came, the three-test buddies who had no choice but to use this group of barbed mobile iron kings excitedly started all kinds of coquettish operations...

Major Kirk in the military formation arranged for people to rotate the sword and shield soldiers in the first row, and unexpectedly found that many skeletons fell from the sky...

Major Kirk: "?!"

After getting used to this kind of "possession" operation, the players in the third test also learned to use the portability of their "body" to walk on the wall like walking on the ground like the players in the first test and the second test; On the roof of the building in the market square in the southern section of Se Street, players from the third test can be seen bouncing up and down from time to time.

The South Street in the central part of Dutata City is a street where middle-class families live. On both sides of the road are row-to-wall single-family apartment buildings and small villas. There are street lights on the roadside and ornamental trees on the sidewalk; It is not too difficult to jump into the hoplite phalanx by climbing up, or climbing onto the awning of a single-family apartment building, and jumping towards the center of the road.

This kind of airborne tactics, which is no different from suicide, will never be used by regular troops with normal brains.

But for players, there is really no difference between dying once and dying ten times - even death punishment is useless during the battlefield activities, just hang back to the resurrection point and run the corpse again!

Avoiding the hard-to-break swords and shields and the spear forest that swept across a line, the players who broke through the air and fell into the enemy's position, the joy is really unforgettable...

"Oh hahahaha! I'm going to die for you—grass!"

Many players were halfway through the airborne, and were directly stabbed into white light by the spears erected by the infantry.

A small number of unlucky players climbed too high and fell too hard, and returned to their original point when they landed.

But most of the players still fell into the army smoothly.

Because the streets are not so spacious, and to guard against the impact of the undead, the interior space of the army array is relatively small, and the spears more than two meters long cannot be swung freely...

The player, who has been dragging around for more than half an hour, can finally touch the monster, and the excitement is indescribable.

Those who are a little more rational and consider the overall situation will immediately throw out their skills to fight for a place for the subsequent landing partners.

Those who are irrational, or a little bit selfish, will hug the soldiers' equipment as soon as they come up and never let go. Even if they are hacked to death by soldiers who have drawn out their knives in an emergency, they must bring one or two pieces back to the resurrection point...

Protecting the light cavalry and heavy cavalry in the heavy infantry phalanx is the focus of the latter type of players.

Commander Kirk, who is well-equipped and especially glittering in the eyes of the players, is especially taken care of. I don’t know how many players are specifically airborne at his location...

Kirk, who was riding on a ground lizard horse and surrounded by four guards, was hit by several undead in a blink of an eye.

Because the number of undead who chose him to "land" was too many and too dense, the soldiers around Major Kirk were not spared, and two people were thrown off their horses by the undead on the spot...

Kirke relied on instinctively leaning his body on the horse's back and hugging the horse's neck tightly with his hands, so as to avoid being knocked off the horse's back by the undead that continuously hit him, but he was also hit dizzily and stared at him.

The weight of the undead is indeed very light. The skeleton and equipment are only five to sixty catties, which is barely half the weight of an adult male, but the impact of continuous smashing is also terrible.

In the form of a human bomb, it descended wildly on the commander of the garrison. Before they could stand still, the nearby players couldn't wait to stretch out their longing bone claws and grab Major Kirk, who was shining with good equipment all over his body. ...

"—How unreasonable!!"

Major Kirk roared in grief and indignation, and drew out his command knife to fight back.

Some undead were chopped into white light by him, but there were also more undead holding him tightly...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The major's four personal soldiers desperately came to the rescue. The problem is...they are also the key targets of the players. I don't know how many dirty bone claws have climbed onto these soldiers who are also well equipped, dragging them down.

A soldier who had been knocked off his horse and had several undead hanging on his body stood up firmly, fighting bravely with the undead on his body while struggling to get close to his chief officer.

Just as he was about to pull out the saber from his waist, this loyal soldier found out with horror...his saber disappeared at some point.

The soldier lowered his head, looked at the position of the sword on his waist in astonishment, and was terrified to find... the undead holding his waist from the side and rear was unbuckled on his belt.

Of course, the player who did such a wretched act on the battlefield did not have the idea of ​​fencing with the NPC on the spot. The purpose of this player is actually very simple: "Oh, the purse used by the NPC is better than the player's! This purse is destined for me, It's mine!"

One is a leather purse worn by a major officer's personal soldier, and the other is a mass-produced denim bag that was stepped on by a sewing machine in a prison factory on earth. Of course, it is incomparable...

The soldier was so angry that he shook his butt vigorously, trying to shake off the undead hanging on his side waist, but he failed to achieve his goal, and found that the bone claws on both sides of his breastplate were trying to untie his breastplate. Buckle...

"Are you here to fight, or to rob?!" The soldiers were shocked and angry, and cursed.