"! Damn it! ”

A series of curses came from inside the American Paradise Game Club, and more than a dozen American players who were later online were trampled into ashes and kicked out of the strategy map without any suspense.

It's not just these American players who are unhappy, but the voice room created by Zhang Mu is also full of sighs. More than 200 people, it took half a day to rush over, and they were about to occupy the entire urban cluster, who knew that these damn Americans actually moved the towns, and in this strong attack, no more than 30 people made sweetheart.

"It's all here, it's boring to just go back like this, Boss, let's just ......," one of the mythic players suggested.

"Let's just kill it?" The mythical wound raised his eyebrows upward, the mythical wound that had not been in a fight for a long time, and the hand was not an ordinary itch.

Montagonous said with a smile: "I agree, you can't do it for nothing." ”

The echo in the channel suddenly sounded, but Zhang Mu said leisurely at this time: "Most of the maps in front are covered by the fog of war, we still don't know how many enemies there are, it's a bit irrational to launch an active attack at this time, right?" At the very least, a scout will have to be sent to poke the map out of the way..."

Mythology smiled and said: "Twelve, when did you kid become so timid~"

Zhang Mu was busy: "I'm not timid..."

Myth laughed: "I know, I know!" You're always thinking on the side of the list, and that's good, but you have to be impulsive once in a while..."

"Okay, okay, vote, whether to continue fighting, or go back to the city." Zhang Mu shrugged, looking indifferent. Anyway, his current strength is the strongest among these people, and even if he encounters the enemy's strong lineup, he will not be in any danger.

In the end, 200 people agreed to continue the campaign, 10 abstained, and more than 20 disagreed.

The minority obeyed the majority, and Zhang Mu lifted his chin.

If you think about it, this is also good, it can save the fat people a lot of things after they relocate, at least they don't have to worry about killing a bunch of vengeful Yankees from the fog of war while they sleep one day.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Mythical wounds and monstrous horses rushed to the forefront, looking at their posture, if they don't fight today, they will definitely not give up.

During the long conquest, Zhang Mu casually clicked to follow, switched back to the town, and began to build a 'dungeon'. After getting the dungeon, Zhang Mu directly built the city hall to level 5, and now he has begun to build the 'Creature Summoning Gate', anyway, he still has a lot of resources and gold coins, and it doesn't matter if he wastes a little bit. The Creature-Summoning Gate is definitely the most disgusting building of the Underworld, and as long as the possession of the Field Barracks has not been encroached upon, players who own the Dungeon can recruit this class directly from the Creature Summoning Door every day. Speaking of which, when he first entered the strategic map, Zhang Muke occupied a lot of field barracks, although the 'Cerberus Lair' of the 5th-order map has been occupied by players who came later, however, in the 1~2nd tier map, there are still a large number of troops in the barracks like 'shacks'.

"Two months... I don't know how many farmers have been produced..."Zhang Mu touched his chin.

This is the benefit of having many heroes, and there is no delay in both conquest and cultivation.

About 1 hour later, the creature summoning door was successfully built, this is a red portal built in the town, Zhang Mu rubbed his palm, slapped it in, and sure enough, as he expected, the creature that appeared in the level 1 creature summoning door was a farmer.

"Wow! So much..."Zhang Mu's mouth grinned wide, because there were 4,700 units of peasants inside the creature summoning door!

Weiyang exclaimed: "Why are there so many? The output of the field barracks should be equivalent to the level 2~3 buildings of the town barracks, and the daily output of the peasants is 40~50, so that if you calculate it, there are 3000 peasants is about the same, why did it suddenly appear... The data is wrong! ”

Zhang Mule leisurely recruited the peasants back, shook his fingers and smiled: "Little sheep, have you forgotten that the field barracks will be affected by the 'plague theory' and the 'breeding theory'?" ”

Weiyang patted his head and sighed, "I see..."

Plague said: It only works on the field barracks, and when the plague comes, the number of this class is halved. If you hoard 3,000 peasants, it will immediately become 1,500.

Breeding: It only works in the field barracks, and when the breeding is coming, the number of this class doubles. If you hoard 3,000 peasants, it will immediately become 6,000.

This is a system copied from the single-player version of Hero Invincibility. As for the 'Scourge' and 'Blessing' that affect the player's town, they will not appear until the guild is officially created and the Tier 7 map is entered.

"Alas, a large number of evil ghosts are about to appear again..."Weiyang's greatest pleasure now is to stand behind Zhang Mu and watch his various adventures.

Zhang Mu shook his head and said: "Don't be a demon, in the 6th order map, the role of the evil ghost has become smaller and smaller, it is better to form a large army of skeletons, the 1st order class has no lasting combat effectiveness, but it is still possible to deter ordinary players." ”

When Yokota's more than 11,000 skeleton axemen appeared on the battlefield, the psychological pressure on Zhang Mu was still very great, and he still remembered it very clearly.

Facts have proved that no matter what type of troops, what rank, when they accumulate a certain number, they can run rampant in the world.

"Give me 100 million peasants, and I can kill any class of troops in seconds......" Zhang Mu began to unrealistically Yiyin again.

Ten minutes later, the Pathfinder led more than 4,000 peasants back to the ghost town and pushed them into the mass grave, a structure that had not been used in a long time and was almost covered in cobwebs and thick dust.

Listening to the pleasant screams in his ears, watching the peeling farmers come out of the mass grave one by one, Zhang Mu's mood was quite happy. Coupled with the more than 2,000 skeletons that the ghost town had originally hoarded, all of a sudden, the number of his skeleton army was infinitely close to 7,000!

"More than 7,000 attacks on 40 skeletons, hey, hey, hey... I'll buy a blueprint for the Skeleton Axe Maker later... 1 ranged attack. Zhang Mu pretended to smile reservedly.

In the middle of the night, the troops led by the mythical wound finally encountered the troops of the 'British Empire'.

"There are really a lot of people, the United States and Britain are really 'brothers'..."Mythical Wound looked at the British and American players standing in the distance, and snorted coldly.

Zhang Mu groaned: "This battle is not very easy to fight..."

The small sound was instantly drowned out by the cheers of the channel players, and the two large armies on the map collided with each other.

"Ugh." Zhang Mu sighed, but he was helpless.

After all, 'myth' and 'sin' are not guilds created by him, and as an outsider, the weight of his words is still lighter. Of course, this refers to him being between the younger brothers of the two guilds.

"Brother, what are you sighing for? Will it lose? The fat man asked, puzzled.

After knocking a British player into the battle space, Zhang Mu said slowly: "Ah Shen and Montagonous are too reckless, and they don't know the enemy's strength to launch an attack without authorization, and they will suffer a big loss in the future." Eh, but it's okay to suffer early and learn lessons early. It's not just us Chinese who play this game at the same time..."

"The number of people on the other side is several times that of us, do you think you will lose?" It only took Zhang Mu 1 round to eliminate the opponent's British player.

The British player stared at the screen as his hero faded away, and scolded angrily, "Bastard, Heroes Are Invincible is obviously a game of tactical skill... Why didn't this guy talk about any rules, he pounced directly, damn it, the troops are too strong... It's not fair! ”

The man standing behind him snorted, "If you have as many troops as him, I'm afraid you won't pay any attention to tactical skills, right?" The so-called tactical tricks are nothing more than a means of abusing computers in the stand-alone version. This Twelve Winged Angel should be the strongest player in China, how could you be unlucky enough to fight with him..."

"I... I—" The British player, who was very confident in his own work, kept his mouth shut.

Zhang Mu is right, when one side has absolutely strong troops, any skill will become a kind of decoration in front of him, what conspiracy, what move, all are empty talk.

Would a normal person use intrigue on ants? Obviously not, just step on it to death.

Under the super firepower of the dragoons and long-range troops, the one-star team of British and American players was cut over by Zhang Mu like straw, and Zhang Mu's gorgeous slashing swiped screen flashed on the screen.

Although Zhang Mu was extremely brave, the disparity in strength and number of the two armies was too great, Britain and the United States combined had more than 700 people, and the number of backup troops was unknown, and they were rushing to the front line for reinforcements in an endless stream, but there were only more than 200 people on the mythical side, one died, and one was less.

In just 20 minutes, more than half of the more than 200 people led by the mythical wound have been wiped out by the enemy.

"Don't fight, if we keep fighting, we all have to hang here! Come on! Zhang Mu roared loudly: "Retreat!" ”

This loud roar finally woke up the mythical wound and monstrousness, and the two bosses hurriedly said: "Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!" Those who can surrender will surrender, and those who have no money to surrender will run. ”

The huge encirclement was enveloped in a fan shape, if it weren't for the fact that there were masters like Zhang Mu, Benzun, and Mythical Injury in the team who had been playing guerrilla attacks on the edge, the remaining 100 or so people would definitely have to be dumplings.

"Don't let them go! The following 3 people are the main targets! Chris roared, "Twelve-winged angel! The only deity! Mythical wounds! Surround them! Kill them! ”

"Yes! Boss Chris! ”

The players of the American Paradise Club were already dizzy, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and directly hit Zhang Mu and the others.

"Hey, Chris, tell your people to stop fighting." At this time, John, the boss of the British Empire, suddenly said: "Don't be dizzy, you take a closer look at the strategic map and find anything." ”

Chris glanced strangely across the screen and groaned in pain as he saw the countless red dots above him rushing towards him, "Damn! John, how did you do it, how could you mess with so many countries in one go? North Korea, India, and, I don't know those flags..."

John said in a loud voice, "How do I know if I want to move my whole body?" Those few are Haiti... Iran... Kenya..."

"Retire! Turning around and cleaning up first, they're talking," Chris shouted.

(To be continued)