Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Two days ago, the Hayak rebel guerrillas operating in this area found a large group of undead besieging the nearby Kenyan camp.

This situation shocked the guerrillas who followed the Kenyan camp. They lay on the top of the mountain and stared blankly for a long time before confirming that their eyes were correct and that they had not fallen into hallucinations. The gunfire hit the Kenyan camp, it was really the undead!

Captain Scarface got the news and hurried over from the underground supply station to check the situation, the undead had already evacuated.

The team members who witnessed the undead attacking the Kenyan camp claimed that the undead rushed out from the mill village where all the surviving villagers had been evacuated more than 20 years ago. Scarface led people to the mill village and indeed found a large army passing by. Traces—the weeds growing near the entrance of the village have all been stepped out of the rudiment of the path.

At that time, Scarface had inspected the cemetery in Mill Village, and did not see any signs of disturbing the bones of the dead.

For the next two days, the game team narrowed their range of activities and kept wandering around the Mill Village; the hard work paid off, and they bumped into the group of undead who came and went without a trace.

However, this still fails to solve people's confusion... The Mill Village is only so big, and the nearest town is the occupied area of ​​the Kenyan Empire. Where are the people who summoned those undead hidden? !

In the past two days, their eyes have never left the mill village. If someone has entered or exited this area, they will never be ignored by them.

The entire mill village was searched again, and except for the roofs and earth walls that were trampled down by the undead, nothing was found—no water, no food, no excrement, and no trace of living people's activities.

"If the people in the palace hired a group of high-level black magicians to summon the undead to help us fight, there is no need for those black magicians to hide, right?" Big Mike said puzzled.

"Impossible." Captain Scarface subconsciously denied, "The undead we saw with our own eyes numbered at least four or five thousand. How many high-level black mages are needed to summon so many undead? The palace doesn't have that much money."

The others fell silent for a moment.

In the land of the Hayak Kingdom, more than half of the elite land fell into the hands of the Kenyans, and nearly [-]% of the adults in the country were imprisoned to work in the farms and factories of the Kenyans; coupled with the perennial wars, it is difficult for civilians to farm with peace of mind Due to grazing production, the economy is extremely difficult.

The rich had already fled to the southern part of Middle-earth, or a safe country farther away. Even if the royal family wanted to force the nobles to pay to support the front line, they had no goal.

"Since these undead have come for the second time, they may come for the third time. Let's send the news to the headquarters first and see what the general has to say." Captain Scarface said with mixed joy and sorrow.

The Kenyan Empire is too powerful, and the desperate struggle of the rebels is only to slow down the speed of the empire's invasion, and it is not an opponent of the Kenyan army at all.

If it weren't for the difficulty in reconciling the dispute between the new bourgeois aristocrats and the old aristocrats within the Kenyan Empire, coupled with the fact that the fallen Middle-Earth countries have continued to fight for many years, forcing the Kenyans to divide their troops and station them in various occupied areas, the Hayak Kingdom would not be able to sustain this at all. A long time ago, the country was destroyed long ago.

But this is not a long-term solution, even Scarface, the little guerrilla leader of the rebel army, knows this very well.

If the problem of infighting among nobles within the Kenyan Empire is resolved, the rebellion in the controlled area is suppressed forcefully, and the army goes south, let alone the precarious Hayak Kingdom, none of the temporarily peaceful countries in the south will be able to escape. Cannon fire shattered.

In this situation, if there is another one who can interfere with the chaos in Middle-earth... No, even if it can only slightly contain the power of the Kenyan Empire, the Hayak people will welcome it with their hands up.

It's just that I don't know where these undead come from-if the Western death gods have extended their hands to Middle Earth, it will definitely not be good news.

Captain Scarface was leading the team members out with a gloomy expression when he suddenly saw a white light flashing in an abandoned house out of the corner of his eye.

"?!"

Captain Scarface instinctively raised his hand to signal the team members to disperse, and pointed the weapon in his hand at the dilapidated house where even the door frame was rotten.

Inside the decayed gate, the weird white light continued to shine from below, illuminating the dilapidated furnishings in the house.

Amidst bursts of white light, undead crawled out of the ground... no, it should have crawled out of the cellar in this abandoned house.

"Huh?" As soon as the hanging player looked up, he saw a few NPCs standing outside the teleportation point, and immediately threw out the identification technique skillfully.

"Unfamiliar Hayak people... Huang Ming." After glancing at the appraisal information, and then at the tattered and worthless outfits of these NPCs, the player lost interest in an instant. While jumping out of the cellar, he turned his head and sprayed his teammates cursingly, "Are you two? I told you to go away and don't draw the firepower. You still run towards the big group. It's fun. At least half of the team will give it to you." You killed."

The player who climbed out of the cellar behind him yelled, "Can this be my fault too? I'm just dying and looking for a nanny to help me. Brother, who knew that the artillerymen on the opposite side were aiming at me!"

"Save me, this time the monsters on the battlefield have guns and cannons, and that amount of healing is useless. Have you never watched a war movie? Do you know that if you get together, you will die?"

"I'll wipe it so it doesn't block the top, hurry up!" Someone urged from behind.

"Hey, there are still NPCs here?"

"The yellow-named NPC doesn't care what it does, go away!"

Unluckily, the first batch of players who came back came out of the cellar where the teleportation point was located, ignoring the "yellow-named NPC" who was standing outside the resurrection point as if facing a big enemy, and ran out of the abandoned village and ran to the battlefield on their own. .

Scarface and the others watched dumbfoundedly as the group of undead swaggered away in an attitude more like locals than they did. The sweat dripped from their foreheads only after the undead had run away completely.

"These undead don't seem to be hostile to us." The scar-faced captain, who was not lightly frightened, shivered and forced himself to speak out to appease the team members, "Everyone can relax a little... Who remembers this, this house? Whose house is it?"

Most of the guerrillas were locals. After looking at each other for a while, someone recalled the former ownership of this abandoned house: "If I remember correctly, it seems to be Mrs. Maria's house."

Scarface thought hard, and remembered Mrs. Maria, who had passed away for many years, and the expression on her face was even more confused... It was an old lady who could not read a single word and had raised sheep all her life. How could there be undead?

The guerrillas struggled for a while, and then decided to bite the bullet and enter the abandoned house, and jumped into the cellar where Mrs. Maria's house used to store potatoes and grain.

The teenager Brook and his friends hid the teleportation array drawn on the monster skin half a meter deep in the ground, and took a lot of effort to re-tamp the surface; even if the cellar is blown up, as long as the monster skin itself is not damaged Can continue to play the role of transmission.

Relying on the fact that the undead did not show any hostility towards them, the seven guerrillas bravely groped for a while in the extremely simple cellar, which was about half the size of a living room, and only simply reinforced with wood and stones—there was nothing. Discover.

The members of the Hayak Resistance Army guerrillas were full of question marks, but they saw a white light suddenly appear in the cellar, and in the white light, several undead appeared out of thin air...

With a "shua", all the guerrillas rushed to the wall.

The players who appeared in the cellar this time did not come back from the battlefield, but were teleported just after going online.

Seeing several NPCs standing next to the teleportation point, these players who just got online are also very skillful in throwing out the identification technique first.

"Hey, there are yellow-named NPCs on the open battlefield map this time to help guard the teleportation point?" Yang Ying asked curiously.

Tang Jia had already walked over enthusiastically: "Hi, how are you all, do you need any help from your undead friends?"

The Hayak guerrillas who stood in a row against the wall nervously watched the undead that appeared out of nowhere, and were completely unable to respond to Tang Jia who was waving his arms and opening and closing his jaw making a clicking sound.

"You can't interact." Seeing that the NPCs didn't respond, Tang Jia fell back disappointed, "Forget it, let's go to the battlefield first."

"Of course you can't interact with the prestige, what are you thinking?" Teammate Jia Luo also laughed at her, "This time the battlefield map has been open for almost half an hour, and they have already received the mission to pick up Huahua, and they are still waiting for you Come?"

"Gallo, if you don't slap me twice a day, you won't feel well, will you?"

"I am over-flattered."

"Damn, I'm not praising you!"

Several girls bickered with each other and quickly left the cellar.

After they were gone, the guerrillas who were standing against the wall regained their strength and gasped for breath...

In the dark cellar, the undead are suddenly brushed against the face, even the warriors who have been tested in the battlefield will be shocked!

"They are indeed not hostile to us." Captain Scarface wiped his cold sweat and said, "In any case, at least we can be sure that these undead are not our Hayaks' enemies, they are coming for the Kenyans!"

Since it is for the Kenyans, it is a friendly army.

Even if the origin of these undead is really the Western death gods... as long as it can increase the possibility of keeping their hometown, Captain Scarface will recognize it!

Holding the idea of ​​looking for an opportunity to confirm the origin of the other party, Captain Scarface led the team out of the mill village and headed towards the Kenyan camp.

The Kenyan Imperial Army camp is stationed on a plain about [-] kilometers away from Mill Village. That plain was once the largest farm of this generation, and is now used by Kenyans as a military camp, planting pastures, and grazing cattle and horses.

On the way to the camp in Kenya, the group of undead caught up from behind them one after another, and ran in front of them like the wind.

When the two sides passed each other, these undead looked curiously at the "yellow-named" guerrillas, and a few undead gesticulated at them, and then left in disappointment under the blank eyes of the guerrillas.

After trotting forward for almost an hour, Scarface and the others saw the chaotic appearance of the Kenyan Imperial Army Camp at the end of their line of sight...

The pasture fields sown on the plain were pitted and smoked everywhere by the artillery fire.

On the plain, thousands of undead are scattered everywhere, besieging this Kenyan camp that the guerrillas hate so much.

From time to time, on the outer wall of the camp, there are mechanical creation cannons and alchemy energy cannons flickering, and the sound of the guns is even more intermittent, but it seems to have little effect on the undead—the undead scattered everywhere are too chaotic and lacking. The formation can be said, it is difficult to cause concentrated damage.

Captain Scarface was even shocked to see that when a shell hit the ground, the undead running away from the point of impact would make a uniform lying down movement; after the shell exploded, they quickly got up and continued to jump alive...

——After all, he was a Chinese who grew up watching war movies and listening to stories about the strongest army on earth. He was attacked by Kenyans for two and a half days (earth time) and died countless times. No matter what he had to learn to be Survival is guaranteed on the battlefield.

There is no doubt about the lethality of mechanical creation cannons to players, and the only way to reduce the death rate is to evacuate the formation as much as possible.

Theoretically, the alchemy energy cannon, which should be more lethal than the mechanical creation cannon, is not so threatening-sound waves, light pollution and energy shock damage. A hit is basically equal to being invalid.

Firearms are a big threat to players, but players are not helpless—a thousand Kenyan soldiers in the camp died, and there are no more than a hundred soldiers with guns on the outer wall; where do these soldiers with guns appear? On the outer wall, it is guaranteed that no players will approach the outer wall.

As for the soldiers who go out to fight, that is the player's main target to spawn monsters... Luring the enemy to go deep, dividing and outflanking, various tactics follow one after another.

The guerrillas who had seen the big scene were stunned.

"Team, captain, look at that!" Big Mike suddenly pointed in one direction and exclaimed.

Captain Scarface looked in the direction Mike pointed... His eyeballs and chin almost fell to the ground together.

Behind the army of undead, there were a dozen or so Kenyans who had been stripped of their equipment and clothes, and their hands and feet were bound. The undead randomly threw them on a grass field.

One of the captured Kenyans had long black hair hanging in a mess.

While the guerrillas were staring in amazement at the Kenyan prisoner, who looked extraordinary at first glance, another undead carried the struggling new prisoner and retreated from the position of the artillery fire...