And the resurrection ti of the players depends on the integrity of their bodies, ranging from 1-3 days. As long as the Chaotic Blade Association can't break through the entire valley in three days, they will face endless players who grow stronger with every battle, until their sharpness is blunted and they can no longer move forward.
This strategy is impossible for any company or Wandering Tribe to achieve.
Because it ans everyone on each position is dood to die, they not only have to bleed dry to resist till the end but also watch as the enemy steadily approaches, and their allies' positions fall one by one until it's their turn.
Such psychological pressure is enough to collapse the will of a trained team.
If this is really how the battle proceeds, the company's troops might revolt on the sa day.
But for players, death is just a halfti break. They'll chuckle as friendly positions are subrged in artillery fire and even urge you to hit their spot faster.
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The shelling lasted for a good five minutes before finally stopping. Dozens of howitzers, large and small rocket launchers, and mortars had already blown the hillside to pieces, leaving craters of varying sizes and black smoke billowing everywhere, making it look like the cratered surface of the moon.
But just after the barrage stopped, the Chaotic Blade Association at the foot of the mountain launched another attack.
"They're coming up again!"
"Damn it, is this never-ending? The sun's almost down, are you working overti?"
Equipped with MT-1 exoskeleton, the Sword Saint raised his right arm, and the electric-controlled machine gun mounted on his arm roared at the shadowy figures below the mountain, the steel casings clattering to the ground, quickly piling up a layer of silver bricks under the Sword Saint's feet.
There were 27 veteran players who joined the Chaldean Heroic Spirit Hall, 14 of them bought MT-1 exoskeletons, and 11 installed the electric-controlled machine gun module. Although this equipnt looked simple, it greatly protected players from stray bullets or shrapnel. Without these, at least half of the players on the battlefield would have been down by now.
These exoskeleton players stood like mobile gun turrets in the trenches, controlling the machine guns and blasting at the enemies below. Newbie players with less combat power stood by to provide cover and prepare to change magazines, functioning as half assistants.
But after so many rounds of bombardnt, even with half of the Cattle Horse Group's manpower drawn to the front lines to assist the Heroic Spirit Hall's defense, their firepower gradually began to show weak points, allowing so Chaotic Blade Association mbers to approach the trenches under the cover of darkness.
The first mber of the Chaotic Blade Association who rushed into the trench was ready to make a na for himself with the glory called 'First Ascendant', when he saw a big black iron chunk rushing at him in the trench.
"Shit!"
Without thinking, he pulled the trigger of his rifle, but the bullets only sparked against the opponent's exterior armor, unable to stop its advance.
All he could do was watch as the MT-1 charged at him, raising an oversized engineer shovel high and swinging it down.
The blade, dulled by a day's hard work, under the power of brute force, outright cleaved off half of the Chaotic Blade Association mber's skull.
Red Bucket beheaded the guy, then imdiately swung the shovel at the next guy's face, smashing it in completely.
He cursed while fighting,
"How many tis do I have to say it! Wear a helt on the construction site! Wear a reflective vest!"
A full hundred or so Chaotic Blade Association mbers charged amidst the chaos, engaging in the bloodiest close-quarters combat with the players in the trenches.
The trench dug by the players turned at least ninety degrees every five or six ters, obscuring any view around the corner. There could be a dark gun barrel, a shovel, an enemy, or a comrade at the bend.
Moreover, at such close range, the effectiveness of firearms was greatly diminished. So new players even dropped their rifles, switching to handguns or grabbing their shovels and rushing in.
"Today's the weekend, it's Sunday, so....."
The face of New Dynasty Elegance was stained with blood at so point, whether it was his own or the enemy's no longer mattered.
He held two gunblades forged with points earned from the last Stone Ridge Mountain defense, and a large silver cross hung around his neck, with "Amitabha" written on the front and "Boundless Celestial Venerable" on the back.
After an entire afternoon of fierce battle, his mind could no longer contain anything else, just kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!
"If anyone does not love Jesus Christ, let them be cursed, the Lord will take their life away, AN!!!!"
He charged at a mber of the Chaotic Blade Association who jumped into the trench just in ti to hear the prayer.
Before the guy could react, the two gunblades pierced into his mouth and out the back of his head. New Dynasty Elegance forcefully tore, with a crunching sound.
"Hehehe.... hahahaha!!!"
The sprinkling blood showered on New Dynasty Elegance, accentuating his manic laughter disturbingly.
The nearby Jing Luo trio were sowhat shaken to see their companion start to flip out
"Hey, hey, hey, is this guy having a ntal breakdown?"
"I've always thought this guy's not ntally stable, what normal priest evangelizes like this?"
"He's not even a priest, yesterday he worshipped Guan Yu, Guan Yu has taken over him!"
"Enough with the nonsense, with that ti, why not follow and kill people!"
"The leader's right! Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!"
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