This Game Is Too Realistic

While there were crowds of people on the edge of the port, a cargo ship pulling livestock next to the dock was also crowded with ragged people.

Their expressions were dull and their eyes were as numb as the two-headed cows that filled the cargo ship next door.

At this time, several men wearing exoskeletons boarded the deck.

One of them used a plasma gun to cut the chain on the iron door, and the other walked up to them, turned on the speaker of the helmet and said loudly.

"You are free."

The deck was deathly silent.

Facing the movement coming from the bow, all the faces were indifferent, and they didn't even look here. Lao Bai couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Several players following him exchanged glances and whispered to each other.

"What did you think of?"

Legion clones.

"Haha, we thought of it together."

Looking at Lao Bai who didn't know what to say for a moment, Fang sighed, walked to the side and patted his shoulder, "You're useless... I'll do it."

After speaking, he took a step forward, looked at the group of people squatting on the deck, and shouted in Chinese couplet.

"We are an alliance, an alliance formed by survivors united."

Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.

Fang Chang gave him a reassuring look, looked down at the drooped heads, and continued speaking with a higher volume.

"Before coming here, we met some of your suffering compatriots, and their hard work, optimism, and bravery left a deep impression on us. No matter how bad the situation was, they never gave up... The crowded and hot The cabin, the journey with no end in sight, the blank stares from other people, and everything else you can imagine.”

"Later we found a place to take them in and gave them some unused wood and hay, and they quickly built a patchwork of houses on the beach. We then gave them land and seeds, and they immediately It was turned into farmland and plantations. We just had to give them a hand and they would soon know where to go next.”

"I thought that since you were their compatriots, you would be somewhat similar to them, but when we were standing here, you were looking at me with the back of your head."

The sound was drowned in the rolling tide.

Some people raised their heads, but after only making eye contact for less than a second, they quickly buried their heads again.

Just like how dirty my eyes are.

Fang Chang stared at them with a bit of pity in his eyes.

A similar thing happened in Boulder City, but when the whip was whipped, the people there would move. Even before the alliance came, the casino's blood flowed again and again.

It is precisely because of this that even though Mr. Sid is extremely powerful, he does not dare to go too far. When it is time to make a name for himself, he still has to make a name for himself.

But the situation in Borneo is completely different.

When the rope was put around their necks, they readily accepted it, pinning their hopes on reincarnation in the next life, and even learned to breathe through their butts instead of their mouths.

"The empire has enslaved your parents, brothers, sisters, wives, daughters and children, and sold you to mines, quarries, plantations, and any place they didn't want to go. And you squat there, facing each other like animals The sea is in a daze."

"Are you born to do this? Look into my eyes! If you don't dare, just look at the ship next to you, the pigs and cows in cages, the bears you look like now are similar to them What's the difference?

A group of winning dogs in human skins ask you to squat, so you just squat honestly. Do you know what we do in the River Valley Province? We'll skin it! Stew them into soup! "

"Only animals deserve to be in cages. You should let them roll in instead of squatting on this broken boat for them!"

"Everyone, get up!"

The roar was like a thunder, breaking the waves hitting the boat and breaking the shackles wrapped in the heart.

Those buried heads finally

Lifting it up, there were also a pair of knees touching the deck.

Those raised pupils finally stopped evading.

Some of them are written with surprise, some are written with surprise, some are burning with raging anger, and some are still a little confused.

But no matter what it was, it was better than the confusion before.

Looking at those pairs of human eyes and the people standing up from the deck one after another, Fang Chang nodded with slight satisfaction.

"Very good. It seems that you have some courage. Although it is not enough, we will lend you the part that is not enough."

As he spoke, he took out a pistol from his waist and threw it towards the group of people standing up on the deck.

Some people ducked aside in fright, some squatted down again holding their heads, but some bravely stretched out their hands.

Eventually, a muscular man with short shaved hair grabbed the gun.

He held the gun tightly in his hand and raised it high above his head, staring intently at the guy in the exoskeleton.

Fang Chang was very satisfied with the look in this guy's eyes.

Generosity and bravery are things that can be faked, but there is nothing wrong with a knee-jerk reaction. There are still guys worth saving among these people who can't hold up the wall.

"Tell me your name out loud!"

The veins in his neck popped out, and the man roared with all his strength.

"Lacy!!"

The few players standing behind Lao Bai barely kept the expressions on their faces, but luckily no one noticed because they were wearing helmets.

Fang Chang looked at the man with sharp eyes and shouted loudly without changing his expression.

"Very well, Lacy! From now on, you are the leader of these people, the leader of the Avengers First Corps."

"Don't wait until tomorrow! Now! Let's go skin those dogs now and look at the skin.

"Follow me! Get your guns!"

"Oh oh oh!!" Almost at the moment the words fell, a deafening roar erupted on the deck, and pairs of cloudy pupils were completely ignited with anger and desire.

They looked feverishly at the man standing on the bow, as if looking up to their gods.

Several players standing behind Lao Bai and Fang Chang exchanged glances in surprise and whispered in the communication channel.

"Good guy."

"What does Brother Fang do in real life?"

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang with a hint of confusion on his expression.

"Aren't we here to steal people?"

According to the original plan, it was just a matter of sailing these ships containing slaves to the French Fries Port. There are their compatriots there, and naturally someone will teach them how to start a new life.

But firing guns at them now is undoubtedly an extra step.

Looking at the group of excited slaves, Fang Chang said softly with a smile.

"What's the point of bringing these people to the Port of Chips? Do we need slaves? With the way they looked just now, even 1,000 dinars is too much for me."

Lao Bai was about to say that he could actually use the method of the homeless home, but he soon realized that that method was too slow for the situation here.

Although practice has proven that the Refugee Home has indeed helped a large number of slaves who cannot take care of themselves to master skills and reintegrate into the alliance's society, its operation method itself is destined to have a limit to its carrying capacity.

Moreover, there is a prerequisite for the implementation of that thing, that is, the local survivors are willing to save themselves and are willing to help other people who are suffering the same way as themselves.

People here just pick anyone out, and as long as they can survive, they think there's nothing wrong with them. If they pick up a half-dead guy, everyone else thinks it's his own problem.

Perhaps only by letting them shed a little blood can there be any hope of ending this reincarnation.

But only a little.

Seeing that Fang Chang seemed to have an idea, Lao Bai continued to ask.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Fang Chang glanced at the ships next to him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There are still a few ships there. I will send them guns later. I plan to send a team of people to lead them to attack the largest prison in this settlement."

Camp Rowell on Blackwater Street.

According to Sisi’s record in a continuously updated travel post, the camp was once a shelter for thousands of survivors more than a century ago, and some locals even believed that it was the Golden Gallen Harbor. The predecessor of the settlement.

However, no matter what the camp was used for before, it has now become the private property of His Majesty the Emperor of the Xilan Empire and is managed by the Governor's Mansion.

In addition to the Yue people who were persecuted for inexplicable reasons, there are also a large number of bankrupt debt slaves and some special-status prisoners imprisoned there, and their number even accounts for 5% of the entire settlement!

A month ago, the concentration camp that the White Bear Knights captured and burned was just a "warehouse" used to temporarily house slaves, and it was not heavily defended.

Camp Lowell was the source of the slave trade in this settlement.

Before enforcing the laws of the Alliance, they must first unplug that place, otherwise no matter what they do, it will be a waste of expressions.

As a symbol of royal authority, the capture of Camp Rowell was also of extraordinary importance in awakening the confidence of local resistance forces.

Looking at Fang Chang, Lao Baichi asked:

"They haven't been trained yet, is it too early for them?"

"If we start now, they will only face some jailers and the city defense troops who have been disabled by us. It may not be possible if we wait a few days."

After a pause, Fang Chang continued:

"And before they receive training, what they need more is confidence. We have to make them realize that their enemies are actually vulnerable!"

The slaves on the ship got off the ship in a swarm. The merchants at the port saw it and were eager to see it.

Especially a few big noses from the West Coast, seeing the Alliance people driving the slaves off the ship, they immediately started shouting anxiously.

"What are you doing! That's my slave!" a Velant trader shouted angrily.

Fang Chang, who was walking down from the pier, happened to see the guy who was shouting with indignation and took advantage of the situation and threw the shackles he had just taken off into his arms.

The Wilante trader who was hit on the chest by the shackles subconsciously took it with both hands. When he looked up, he saw Alliance soldiers dragging wooden boxes containing arms from the warehouse. They broke open the iron ropes and took out the rifles inside, and issued them directly to His group of slaves.

The merchant's face turned pale for a moment, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Of course he recognized those wooden boxes. They were the ones he delivered to the port warehouse yesterday in exchange for the payment for the more than a thousand livestock.

Looking at the monkeys holding their rifles in love, he gritted his teeth, finally swallowed his breath, and retreated into the crowd without daring to say a word.

Facing the eyes staring at him, Fang Chang cleared his throat, raised his hands and continued:

"This is a conflict between us and the empire, and it has nothing to do with you. We beat us, and you continue to do your business. Even... from now on, the tax at the port will be halved."

"Of course, I'm afraid the slave trade won't be possible. We don't recognize the ownership of people by people, and we don't welcome any slave traders here."

"But if you are willing to go to Silver Moon Bay to bring in a batch of goods we need here, we guarantee that you will make a lot of money."

"We will pay in dinars or silver coins."

After saying these words, Fang Chang ordered the players who were skilled in English to register the identities of all those who planned to pass through the dock, and then went to the next ship.

At the same time that the identity registration was completed, the slaves who flocked to the port also completed their arming and formed a team of two thousand people.

Although most of them carry bolt-action Ripper rifles, only a few carry automatic firepower such as blade assault rifles and PU-9 assault rifles, and most of them have not received professional training.

They have professional military training, but at this moment their fighting will is as high as a flame.

In addition to these two thousand people, more people who were not assigned weapons also followed behind with sticks and fish-killing knives, looking murderous.

Except for the elderly, women and children, almost everyone stood up, holding back their anger and preparing to liberate their compatriots and families.

Now they are completely relying on the rope they twisted in one breath. If there is even a second of hesitation at this time, the tight rope may break.

Looking at Lacy, who was walking up to him holding a rifle, his face flushed due to shortness of breath, Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid we will fight alongside you."

After finishing speaking, he shouted loudly towards the Seventh Killer and more than a hundred Burning Legion brothers who were ready to go:

"Now! Cover our Avengers and head towards Camp Rowell! Go and liberate the imprisoned slaves!"

The slaves carrying rifles let out a roar that shook the world.

"Oh oh oh!!"

At twelve o'clock at noon, with a cannon blast that cut through the silence, the second phase of the Burning Corps' offensive officially started, two days earlier than originally planned.

The area currently controlled by the Burning Legion is mainly concentrated on a few streets named after tulips near the port. It is separated from other urban areas by a ring road called "Knights Road", and is monitored with the Governor's Palace in the northwest as the fulcrum of firepower. A large urban area north of Golden Gallen Harbor.

Equivalently, the area currently controlled by the alliance is like an irregular pentagon, and Camp Rowell is located on the northeast side of this pentagon.

If Camp Rowell can be captured, the alliance's actual control area will be able to extend at least one kilometer to the northeast and form an angle with the Governor's Mansion in the northwest, drawing a line of control on the map parallel to the coastline. Wire.

At this moment, General Abinan, who was retreating to the slums, had no idea of ​​the alliance's plan. He was still trying to gather his few remaining subordinates and the young men he had just recruited to plan a counterattack, killing the Governor and the group of people living on Tulip Street. Save the old man.

This is his only way if he still wants to survive.

However, at this moment, a mortar shell suddenly landed on the newly constructed defense line with a "whoosh" sound.

With a loud bang, the sandbag wall piled in the middle of the road was instantly overturned, and several imperial soldiers behind the sandbag wall fell to the ground.

Before the centurions stationed on the street could recover, whistling bullets flew in accompanied by the noisy gunfire, and then a deafening shout of kill rang out from the other end of the street.

"Kill!"

"I will fight with you!"

"Ouch!!!!"

Listening to the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, the imperial soldiers hiding behind the bunker were all confused.

If they remembered correctly, there were less than a thousand soldiers who landed at the port.

However, listening to the eardrum-shocking shouts of death, why does it feel like tens of thousands of people are charging towards their position?

General Abinan, who was in command, was also dumbfounded.

He could see his position much more clearly than the soldiers on the front line at the moment. The cannon fodder rushing towards their position were not from the Alliance at all, but were clearly lowly Yue tribe slaves!

Realizing this, his heart suddenly burned with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, these despicable and shameless villains!

He actually distributed the weapons of the empire to those despicable slaves!

And those slaves are also stupid and unaware. They don’t understand what they are doing. They are willing to be cannon fodder for a group of bandits and stab the empire standing behind them!

"Fire! Blow up these *** things!"

He roared and ordered the gunners to fire, while he led the guards back to avoid the menacing edge.

The three 100-meter artillery pieces mounted on the street instantly spurted out angry tongues of flames, and three long and thick tracers rushed towards the crowd, instantly blasting a pool of blood among the crowd.

The gap.

However, the bloody scene did not scare away the charging crowd. People have a natural sense of alienation from death that is too close and too far away.

Especially when the hot blood spurted onto his face, looking at the enemy so close at hand, the anger burning in his pupils became even more intense.

These guys have never regarded them as human beings, and the tags hanging around their necks are not even comparable to those of a two-headed cow.

In this case, they naturally do not need to treat them as human beings.

"In the Vale Province, we skin dogs and jackals and make them into stew! We feed the dogs the soup made from their bones!"

"Come forward! Let me see if you are worth saving!"

The roar was silently drowned in the noise of the crowd, and in just half a minute, the angry Yue tribe slaves crossed the wall of sandbags scattered on the ground.

Their speed was even faster than the alliance's mortars. In just a few breaths, they stabbed their bayonets into the chests of the artillerymen who fired, and smashed their skulls one by one with their scale-scratching scimitars, fighting for the fallen Hundreds of fellow citizens in the streets took revenge.

Seeing this group of angry beasts, both the city defense soldiers who were guarding their positions and the survivors who were watching were stunned.

Abinan's eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were cold, trembling and numb, and he could not speak a word for a long time with his lips opening and closing.

The adjutant who had withdrawn from the front line ran to him in a panic, looked at General Abinan in a panic and said:

"Sir... those slaves have gone crazy! We alone are no match for them! Let's withdraw!"

He was accompanied by several machine gunners who had been lucky enough to withdraw from the front line.

Under the guidance of drones, the alliance's mortars accurately sent away their machine guns hidden in the mud houses in the slums.

Now they have less than 400 soldiers left, and the rest either fled or fell to the ground, and there is no longer any hope of counterattack.

Abinan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and despair was written on his wrinkled face.

"Withdraw..." It took him a long time to squeeze the word out of his throat.

His majesty allowed him to die, so he could at least keep his body intact, but if the mob caught him, he would probably have to be cut into pieces and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

As the order to retreat was issued, the soldiers of the city defense army who were guarding the slums and fighting with the mobs in the streets were instantly defeated. The embarrassment of throwing away their helmets and armor hardly looked like a regular army.

Lacy, who was leading the slaves forward, was also shocked by the crotch-stretching performance of this group of normally dog-like guys.

It turns out that those who enslave them are such a group of vulnerable things.

"Forward!" Looking at the fleeing city defense troops, Lacy shouted to the crowd of liberated slaves behind him: "Forward toward Camp Rowell!"

What responded to him was a deafening roar.

"go ahead!!!"

At the same time that the city defense army collapsed, Sunil, the warden of Camp Rowell, had already seen this scene from the guard tower on the south side.

He had been standing here since the sound of cannon fire.

When he saw the mob crossing the roadblocks placed by the city defense army on the main road, he suddenly cursed angrily.

"This stupid donkey! He usually makes a fool of himself when he brags, but when it comes time to put him to use, he can't even deal with a bunch of cannon fodder!"

After he finished cursing, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Because at this moment, he saw the mob scattered in the slums gathering in the direction of Blackwater Street.

It's obvious that those guys are eyeing this place.

This group of ignorant things...

How dare you put the idea in His Majesty's pocket!

The jailer standing aside was shivering, his back covered with hot sweat.

"Sir, what should we do?"

There might be someone he had greeted among the thugs, and he didn't dare to let those guys catch him. If Lord Sunil hadn't been watching, he would have sneaked away long ago.

In fact, he is not the only one

So thinking.

When they saw the group of thugs pouring out from the direction of the port, many smart people had roughly guessed what they were and had already taken advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the back door.

Sunil gritted his teeth, a trace of struggle flashed across his stern face, but in the end the fear of authority prevailed.

The nearly 50,000 slaves held here are His Majesty's property. Among them are not only the cheapest labor slaves, but also many high-quality and valuable goods. Even if they are all sold at a low price, they can realize two to three hundred million dinars, and This is almost equivalent to the total exports of Golden Gallen Port in a year.

If he loses this money, even His Majesty will be furious, and even if he is given a lighter sentence, his whole family will be demoted as slaves.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Seeing that the group of thugs were approaching, Sunil shouted loudly:

"Ready to fight!"

There was a trace of despair on the face of the jailer beside him, but facing those stern pupils, he could only use all the courage in his body to cry and shout: "Yes!"

Generally speaking, when a resident of Golden Gallen Harbor sells all his possessions and is unable to repay his debts, and the creditors are pressing hard, the Governor will mercifully sell this person in His Majesty's name at a price acceptable to the creditors. Buy it with a "bad debt".

If the debt-ridden survivor can repay His Majesty's debt within the grace period, he can regain his freedom.

And if not, then the infamous Camp Lowell was his final resting place.

The "prisoners" here are more like a commodity for anyone to choose. Labor is usually sold wholesale to interested buyers at a uniform price, while some goods with special talents or good looks will be marked with a slightly more expensive price. prices for truly powerful buyers to choose from.

The guards here usually do not blatantly abuse prisoners. At most, they only impose necessary corporal punishment on some lazy slaves.

However, the treatment of guys who cannot be sold will definitely get worse and worse. And if they are not bought for a year, no matter what their talents are, they can only live in a pig pen, or be sent to a place where no one can survive. Come out of the mine.

Therefore, whenever the door of the camp opens, the prisoners in any camp will tense up and rush to the iron gate to wait in anticipation.

However, what is different from usual is that today the gate of the camp is tightly closed, and there is no movement at all.

In the end what happened?

…

Almost everyone had such questions in their minds, until the deafening sound of cannons and gunfire rang out outside the wall.

Groups of jailers ran towards the wall in a panic, standing behind the wall's bunkers and firing into the street. However, the firepower outside was as fierce as a tsunami. In just a few minutes, dozens of people fell from the wall. A shocking blood stain was left on the open space in front of the door.

The slaves in several camps near the door were startled and hid farther away. At this moment, the outside of the camp outside was in full swing.

The Yue clan members who besieged Camp Rowell have left more than two hundred corpses behind, and the casualties are still increasing.

Their combat effectiveness was not very strong, and they only relied on their numerical advantage and momentary ferocity to defeat the city defense army that had been beaten to the ground by the alliance.

Although the training of the jailers in Camp Lowell was far inferior to that of the city defense army led by General Abinan, the success was due to its complete organization and the favorable terrain, which caused considerable damage to the attacking "Avengers First Regiment". casualties.

Seeing that the mobs were only thundering but not raining, Warden Sunil, who was lying on the sentry tower, finally regained his courage and roared in the direction of Blackwater Street.

"Haha, you shameless betrayers! You actually tried to break down the fortress! I think you haven't woken up! Just wait, the Gray Wolf Army stationed by the Yongliu River is on its way here. What will you do for today? Pay the price for atrocities!"

Hearing the reputation of the Gray Wolf Army, many members of the Yue tribe subconsciously showed a hint of timidity on their faces, including Lacy, who was the group leader.

But that hint of timidity was just a hint. They had reached this point and had no way out.

Looking at the camp that has been unable to be conquered for a long time, in the distance

Murderer Seven, who was watching from all sides, couldn't stand it anymore, put down the telescope in his hand, and said on the communication channel.

"Are we really not going to help them?"

According to this method of fighting, many people will probably die.

A calm reply came from the communication channel.

They need to do this themselves, no one can help them...Give them the 100 captured artillery pieces.

Murderer No. 7 nodded.

"yes!"

On the other side, at the corner of Blackwater Street, the Yue Clan soldiers gathered behind the bunker began to organize the third round of attack. Sunil, who was hiding on the sentry tower, saw that they had nothing to do, and became even more unscrupulous, shouting towards the outside of the wall. yelling.

"It's useless! Give up! You despicable slaves! You can't even aim! Come and hit me! Come on! Oops!"

Although he was shouting, he did not let his head leak out from the edge of the bunker. Only the thirty centimeters thick concrete wall could give him enough sense of security.

The walls of Camp Lowell are five stories high, made entirely of concrete, and are nearly two meters thick at their thinnest point.

There are fully five hundred jailers stationed in the camp. No wall can be divided into a team of one hundred people, and a team of people can be left to respond flexibly.

With the ammunition stored in the arsenal, he can stay here until the end of time!

Staring at this impenetrable fortress, a trace of solemnity appeared on Lacy's face.

They had used all available methods, including throwing incendiary bottles filled with pine nut oil and phosphorus powder, assembling simple trebuchets, and even using smoke.

Until then, several Yue people carrying shovels pushed a 100-meter artillery gun out of the narrow alley.

"Brothers from the Alliance gave us this thing!"

Lacy's eyes lit up and he shouted to the comrades beside him:

"Who can fire?"

Obviously no one can!

But after a brief hesitation, a dark and thin man still raised his hand. "I've seen city defense troops fire cannons! I can try it!"

Lacy didn't hesitate, immediately grabbed his shoulder, pulled him to the cannon, and pointed to the gate in the distance.

"give it to you!"

The man nodded nervously, picked out a pointed ammunition from the ammunition box, stuffed it into the barrel from the back, and then pulled the breech.

After beckoning the soldiers on the side to aim the gun barrel at the door, he picked up the Vulcan and quickly ran to the side while shouting loudly.

"fire!"

As he finished speaking, he tugged on the match rope, and the explosion's flames flashed across the alley, shaking the houses next to it.

A thick and long tracer of light instantly rushed towards the door in the distance, leaving a large hole sunken inward on the iron door!

Lacy, who covered her ears and stood firm, stood up from the dust and saw the punched-through iron door in the distance, was overjoyed.

"One more shot! Quick!"

Without his orders, the artillerymen who were ordered to do so at the critical moment had already begun to think about removing the shell casings from the barrel and reloading the artillery.

Seeing the iron door with a hole in it, Sunil, who was lying on the sentry tower, almost peed his pants with fright. The previous pride on his face was no longer there.

At this moment, a second cannon shot came, and another orange tracer rushed towards the closed iron door.

Then came the third shot.

Finally, after being hit by five consecutive shots, the iron door finally fell backward under the load, setting off billowing smoke and dust in the open space.

Seeing that the gate was destroyed, the Yue people, whose morale was already shaky, suddenly regained their hope of victory, and raised their rifles to kill the collapsed gate.

"Kill!!!"

The shouts of killing like waves even shattered the smoke.

Seeing the mobs coming in like a tide, the defenders on the wall finally couldn't hold back the fear in their hearts and began to retreat.

"Keep it! No way

Let them in! "

After hurriedly escaping from the guard tower, Sunil yelled at the retreating jailers, but he could not stop the collapse at all.

The jailers at the northeast section of the wall opened the gate with all their strength and fled in the direction of the slums outside without hesitation. As they fled, they threw their clothes and guns on the ground, allowing the survivors who were watching the fun to rob them.

Looking at the thugs in front of him, Sunil could no longer see any arrogance and arrogance on his face, only fear and pleading remained, and he stammered and couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

"I, I was forced...I also acted under orders..."

Before he could finish his words, a gun butt hit his head, knocking him so hard that he fell backwards.

"Fuck me!"

The crowd swarmed him, stripped him of all his clothes, hacked him to death with knives, and hung him on the sentry tower where he was squatting before.

The cages holding the slaves were opened one by one. Facing the familiar compatriots, the expressions on the faces of the slaves were at a loss at first, but they soon joined them under the pressure of the atmosphere.

The surrendered guards were gathered in the open space and executed. No matter how those guys begged for mercy, no one listened.

The Moon Tribe, carried away by anger, used the most cruel methods to kill these emperor's lackeys to pay tribute to their compatriots who died in the battle.

The center of the pigeon cage-like cage resounded with inspiring cheers, and all the slaves, whether they were members of the Yue Clan or not, joined in.

The Seventh Killer, who was standing in the distance and watching, once again reported the battle situation on the front line.

"Camp Rowell has completely fallen. I think it would be better to take over as soon as possible. If they continue to cause trouble, there may be big trouble."

Fang Chang's voice came from the communication channel.

"Well, I leave this area to you, as well as the placement and training of the liberated slaves. We need them to have a certain combat effectiveness before the regular army arrives."

Murderer No. 7 made a helpless expression.

"You really picked an easy job for me."

Fang Chang said with a faint smile.

"Do a good job, I'm optimistic about you!"

"let me try."

After hanging up the communication, the Seventh Murderer waved and led a group of brothers behind him who were armed to the teeth and walked in the direction of Camp Rowell.

This is an unorganized attack.

They are not like the "Bols" in Boulder City who have a workers' union organization and a little book that can barely be called a guiding ideology.

If left unchecked, the violence that has no place to be released will soon be unleashed on the ordinary survivors around who are watching the fun and not taking it as a big deal.

After all, those people were watching with cold eyes when they were enslaved, and now that they have guns in their hands, it's hard to say that they won't take their temper out on someone weaker than them.

It almost certainly will.

Looking at the survivor named Lacy standing in the center of the camp, Killer Seven stepped forward and handed him one.

Lacy was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the friendly soldiers wearing exoskeletons, he immediately grinned, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Thank you, brother, you will always be our brothers, and we will always remember the help you gave us today!"

"I hope that's what you think." Killer Seven took out a match and lit it for him, then lit one for himself.

After quietly finishing his cigarette, he looked into those beast-like eyes and continued.

"You have achieved a staged victory. As you can see, the empire is just a paper tiger. The emperor's subordinates are all a group of eunuchs, rats and dogs in human skin."

"But even if they are a group of dogs in human skin, it is still not easy for you to defeat them again and again. Remember, a hungry wolf can win once or even twice, but it can keep winning. It can only be human."

Lacy frowned.

"What's the meaning."

Murderer No. 7: "It just means

Yes, restrain your subordinates. The slaves here are not your trophies, they are your compatriots... I don't think I need to remind you of this. "

"Of course!" Laci said without hesitation, "How could I be like those beasts?"

"It's best this way. I hope our investment is a correct one and at least it won't bring us any trouble of our own." Killer Seven reminded him as tactfully as possible.

This self-defense counterattack is only authorized by the alliance constitution and player manual. Players have the right to launch a limited counterattack against all "neutral forces outside the white list" that actively attack players.

As for the limits of counterattack, there are no clear provisions.

The dog planner did not stop them, indicating that they did not violate the server's regulations.

But whether it goes against the manager's wishes is hard to say.

After all, this is a military operation without authority from managers.

In the end, the alliance is not taking the "imperial route", but to unite the suffering survivors. As for how to unite, this measure is in the hands of the players themselves.

As expected, the manager should have received the report sent by the Niuma airship by now.

At present, no one has received an order to stop the military operation through the mission system of the official website, which can only show that the managers have a temporarily neutral attitude towards this operation.

They have to do as little as possible to offend managers, whether indirectly or directly.

Lacy frowned.

"Okay...you tell me what to do, and we will do it."

His thoughts are very simple.

Eaters are short-tongued and take advantage of others softly.

Everything they have is given by people from the Alliance, and there is a high probability that they will have to rely on supplies from the Alliance for a long time to come, so there is nothing wrong with listening to other people's arrangements.

Besides, he had gotten here with his anger, and he actually had no idea in his mind what he was going to do next.

Drive the emperor out of Tiandu?

That's too far away from here...

Murderer Seven nodded with satisfaction and stuffed the remaining pack of cigarettes into the flattered Lacy's hand.

"Now we need to train you and help you establish a complete organization... Also, do we need a few photos to match?"

Laci was stunned for a moment.

"photo?"

Murderer No. 7 nodded again and looked at the pigeon cage with the iron door open on the side.

"That's right, I just want you to pick some pitiful looking guys and squat in that cage for a while... just five minutes."

"You may find it boring, but we need them to stop some people's mouths."