Chapter 867: Charging with Bayonets! Showdown with the Deep Sea Kings!
Chapter 867: Charging with Bayonets! Showdown with the Deep Sea Kings!
"Who's in command of this position? Take me to see them!" Fist Sovereign grabbed a Fourth Stage newcomer carrying an ammunition box, pulling them over to question them.
"Huh? The command post is over there!" The Fourth Stage newcomer replied, looking utterly confused.
"Let's go!" Without further ado, Fist Sovereign led more than thirty people and rushed over.
"Wait a moment?" Fist Sovereign turned around and began counting heads.
"One, two, three... twenty-two, good! Not a single one missing! Let's go!" After counting and realizing that all the disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds were present, Fist Sovereign nodded in satisfaction and continued forward.
Over ten Fourth Stage newcomers were left speechless.
"What the heck? We're missing over ten Fourth Stage players, and they don't even care?"
"Damn, this is infuriating!"
"So shameless! It's so unfair, we Fourth Stage players have no rights? Oh, I've contacted those missing players. They are... ah, in the bathroom? Yeah, they're fine now!"
...
These Fourth Stage newcomers initially felt extremely resentful, but once they learned what their missing companions were up to, their complaints turned into bewilderment.
What the hell? This place is being bombarded like crazy, a warzone, and these people decided to hide in the bathroom?
Is that even reasonable? How can they be like this?
How can I enjoy my skewers with such chaos around? The smell is wafting over here!
...
Fist Sovereign paid no attention to what the Fourth Stage newcomers behind him were thinking. He led the disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds and the Fourth Stage newcomers to the command post.
"Suppress them with firepower! Give them hell!"
"Don't hesitate, send a few players with bombs, charge! Blow up their tanks first!"
"Position 4 has been lost, hurry to support!"
...
Inside the command post, a Fourth Stage player was effectively directing the battle with a powerful and charismatic voice.
ID: Mo East Sea!
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!" Just at that moment, a barrage of artillery fire from the opposing deep sea kings roared in.
Fist Sovereign turned his head and saw hundreds of shells flying through the air. His expression changed instantly!
"Get down!!!" Fist Sovereign waved his hand and shouted loudly.
The disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds were trembling as they quickly crouched down, huddling in the trench corridor. The earth-shaking explosions rocked the ground, and the terrifying shocks were continuous.
However...
When the disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds looked up, they were utterly shocked.
Amidst the raging artillery fire, Mo East Sea was calmly holding a cigar, wearing a large cloak. Despite the chaos outside, the flames and storms of fire were rampant, and even a piece of shrapnel flying past brushed against Mo East Sea's hair, piercing through a large tree behind him. Yet, Mo East Sea remained unfazed, commanding the battle with an air of dominance.
"Who is this person? Could he be a senior elder of the Flame Yellow Sect?" The disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds were stunned.
Who is this person? Why isn't he afraid at all? How does he exude such an awe-inspiring aura?
"Hey? Are more fresh recruits here? Tsk tsk, a bunch of cowards!" Mo East Sea turned around and saw the disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds, disdainfully curling his lips.
Because the Fourth Stage newcomers joined the scene so quickly, Mo East Sea instinctively thought they were reinforcements. He didn't even bother to check their IDs.
"..." The disciples from the Nine Great Holy Grounds felt embarrassed, but Mo East Sea's words were straightforward and true.
"What are you guys up to?" At this moment, Fist Sovereign walked over briskly, standing in front of Mo East Sea.
Fist Sovereign really wanted to ask.
Wasn't the lakeside area to the west a habitat for the sea tribes and war camels? Weren't the Fourth Stage newcomers supposed to fight the deep sea kings here, kill some war camels to train their strength, and maybe gather some spiritual herbs and flowers to earn contribution points?
How did this turn into a battlefield of the last stand?
And...
How many times did these Fourth Stage newcomers get wiped out to provide the sea tribes with enough equipment to outfit an entire mechanized tank division of deep sea kings? How did they manage to provoke the deep sea kings to counter-attack like this?
"Big Brother Fist? We..." Mo East Sea was about to respond when several Fourth Stage newcomers rushed over in a panic.
"Bad news, East Sea Bro! We're out of ammunition!"
"What? What about the supply team? Didn't they deliver the ammunition?"
"The supply team was ambushed by the deep sea king raiders. They were wiped out, and the ammunition was taken by the deep sea king raiders!"
"Damn, bunch of useless people!"
...
Mo East Sea was livid, and Fist Sovereign was on the verge of spitting blood.
What the heck!
I just arrived, and you guys got looted by the deep sea kings? Oh, wait, did you actually deliver another batch of supplies to the sea tribes?
"Attack!!!"
"Wipe out the humans, they're out of ammo!"
"Charge!!!"
...
At this moment, the deep sea kings on the opposing side seemed to have noticed that the Fourth Stage newcomers were out of ammunition. They became excited and charged forward with fervor!
More than a hundred tanks and thousands of deep sea kings surged toward the Fourth Stage newcomers, ready to kill them all!
"Get my Italian cannon ready!!!" Mo East Sea roared in anger, waving his hand. Soon, several Fourth Stage newcomers hauled a massive cannon over.
Fist Sovereign glanced at it and nearly coughed up blood.
Isn't this the first version of the Magic Core Psychic Energy Cannon? It's been outdated for a whole version already! How on earth did you guys manage to dig out this ancient relic from the warehouse!
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"Damn... it must be those Third Stage guys!" Fist Sovereign didn't even need to think twice. The reason why these Fourth Stage newcomers were in such a dire situation, the main culprit...
It had to be those scumbags from the Third Stage. They managed to provide the sea tribes with such shoddy equipment that they turned around and launched a counteroffensive?
"Pike Formation!"
"Charge them with bayonets! Let's fight them!!!"
"Ao ao ao! Charge with East Sea Bro!"
...
In the trenches, over a thousand Fourth Stage newcomers shouted in unison, taking out bayonets and attaching them to their Magic Core Psychic Energy rifles that had run out of bullets. Following Mo East Sea's lead, they charged forward.
"Damn deep sea kings, taste my hand grenade!!!" One Fourth Stage newcomer chuckled, raised his hand, and produced a homemade Magic Core Psychic Energy hand grenade.
ID: Bomb Genius!
Bomb Genius grinned and threw the hand grenade.
However...
"Smack!" One of the gold-armored deep sea kings on the opposing side reached out and caught the grenade in mid-air, then tossed it right back.
"Ah!!!" Bomb Genius
was blown to pieces by his own grenade, meeting a miserable end.
But even in the midst of such tragedy, the Fourth Stage newcomers of the East Sea Legion stood firm!
"Charge! Screw the deep sea kings!"
"Darn it, I'm facing you today!"
"Don't be timid, real men fight to the end!"
...
Fist Sovereign watched the valiant battle of the Fourth Stage newcomers, his blood boiling at the scene, his head slightly tilted.
Damn it, can't you guys act normally?
Isn't this supposed to be a cultivation game?
Are you guys acting out a drama of hand-to-hand combat with deep sea kings?
WTF!