Chapter 2634: Chapter 879: Winter Wind Vehicle Factory States Personal Actions Should Not Affect the Brand Image

The first encounter of the "Heroic Spirit Battalion" on their march happened when the players’ vanguard charged into the swamp and ran into a patrol of the Wolf People. The moment they met, there was no hesitation; 300 newbie players clashed head-on with fifty Jackal-Man Elites.

The newbies really couldn’t fight the elite jackal men head-on; what should have been a massacre of a battle ended in less than five minutes.

The players lost a hundred and twenty people, while the Jackal Men were wiped out.

These little maniacs, without hesitation, employed the classic "newbie tactic," using the expensive Light-Devouring Victory Wine to blow this squad of elite soldiers to pieces.

Before departing, Mustard micro-fool repeatedly emphasized that the objective of this operation was to destroy the arsenal, as quickly as possible.

The newbies might lack power, but they were very obedient to orders. To pursue victory, they decisively used the fastest tactics, and their march afterward followed the same pattern.

As the player army, advancing with explosions, approached the main camp of the Jackal Men gunpowder storage, the latest two thousand newbies in the game had been whittled down to just under a thousand. The speed of this advance was so fast that the Jackal Men at the gunpowder storage had not yet prepared their defenses when a group of red-eyed Transia War Spirits charged in with battle cries.

The craziest part was that while they charged, the vampires swooped down in a low-altitude bombing run, executing a blanket incendiary bomb raid.

Lines of fire exploded in this defensive area; some bomb drops were so extreme they even blasted charging players directly, but no one had time to complain—everyone was striving to be the first.

Even though Sir Morphy had said many inspiring words before they set out, for the vengeful players, a crucial factor in today’s desperate advance was to avenge their brothers.

Earlier, Old Qin led five hundred-plus players who got ambushed by the Jackal Men, swallowing that indignity is impossible! With their brothers bullied, the united Fourth Calamity had to retaliate harder.

Exactly!

Today’s battle is a "personal vendetta" between the Jackal Men and the players!

This logic, though filled with "I can bully you, but you can’t hit back" overbearing thinking, isn’t commendable in reality because society would harshly correct it. But considering it’s a game and in a life-and-death war, being somewhat overbearing shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

"Charge! Charge up and break open the front line! The arsenal is in the valley ahead, brothers, charge with me!"

Riding a Skeletal War Horse, Mustard micro-fool hurled Exploding Spears forward while shouting to the group of newbies following him:

"Don’t bunch up, spread out! The Jackal Men on the other side are casting spells!"

Before the words even finished, a lit Dwarf Bomb was thrown out by the Jackal-Man Warrior in front of them. The throwing technique was pretty accurate, landing the smoking bomb right on the hoof of Mustard micro-fool’s warhorse.

The disgraceful Chief of Staff only had time to dive outward when the Dwarf Bomb exploded in the next second.

The bomb with scorching shrapnel swept around the impact point, blowing the Skeletal War Horse, which Mustard micro-fool had bought with borrowed money from Lord Qin, into fragments while also toppling a few newbies charging with him. Two brothers died on the spot, without even a chance to drink Victory Wine.

Damn!

After the Jackal Men learned to use bombs, the battlefield’s danger level skyrocketed!

"Damn it! You dare to kill my horse! That was bought on a loan! Die!"

Mustard micro-fool climbed out of the mud, his eyes red. He hadn’t had his Skeletal War Horse for even a week before it fell apart.

Although Honest Dog Egg, who sold him the horse, said it could be repaired, considering that Dog Egg was off to slay gods, where would he find time for "after-sales service," so Mustard micro-fool’s car loan basically went up in smoke.

He roared, grabbing his trench gun from his back, firing at the approaching Jackal-Man Warrior to force them back, drawing his Hot Melt War Spear as they neared. After activating it, he thrust it with a standard-to-perfect assassination technique towards the enemy, and two seconds later, a vampire player overhead was hit by a Jackal-Man spell, screaming as he crashed down.

With a loud explosion, the incendiary bomb detonated on the spot, turning into a roaring fireball that engulfed everything around it.

Well, the battle on the frontline hadn’t lasted ten minutes, and the commander had already taken an exit.

Though dying isn’t cowardly, without a commander, how would the battle proceed?

"Listen to my command! I’ll take command!"

The raspy voice of the Old soldier of the Qing dynasty sounded the next moment, amplified to resound across the battlefield by a player’s Amplification Spell.

Compared to Mustard micro-fool, who leans more towards theory, the more battle-experienced old company commander swung his Chainsaw Sword to kill the Jackal-Man Elite in front of him, issuing several orders to continue pushing the front line in the midst of the chaotic melee.

As he passed by the scorched ground, the old soldier bent down to pick up Mustard micro-fool’s half-melted dog tag and sighed, saying:

"I’ve always advised you to level up more in the game; look at your pathetic state, really making our old unit lose face."

"Commander, can’t push anymore."

The assault commander from the Loyalty Song Guild, Chike, ran over with a steel helmet on his head and an empty Blood Vulture Claw Rifle in hand. He wiped the blood off his face and shouted to the Old soldier of the Qing dynasty: