VRMMO: Passing of the Sword Chapter 1488: The last
Yumen Fortress.
At this moment in the Yumen Fortress, the ammunition of all the goblin artillery is about to run out, the ammunition for the short-range goblin weapons is also running low, and the magic crystals needed for the magic crystal cannon are almost exhausted.
The ammunition is already empty.
The defensive firepower of the entire Yumen Fortress began to fall like an avalanche!
An artillery port in the fortress wall.
Several gunners fired the last goblin shell a few minutes ago. Apart from the empty ammunition box, there is only half a box of magic bullets from the goblin machine gun left. What a great close-range goblin weapon.
Those bullets were all left over after being used when they were used by World Devouring Ants or summoned beasts to climb up the wall. Basically, no players in the African region can touch them, and it is impossible for them to touch them easily. The power of the artillery is not for display.
But now...
"Bah..." The match was ignited.
The middle-aged artilleryman uncle, whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, lit the cigarette in his mouth, breathed out comfortably, and leaned against the gun mount of the goblin artillery.
Level, 150, the highest level that ordinary people can reach.
The ranking is more than 90 million, which seems to be not bad.
"Huh—" he skillfully exhaled a smoke ring.
"That's it." The artilleryman uncle sighed to himself.
The rest of the people didn't speak, they just looked at the ground in front of them, lowering their heads and didn't know what to think.
Silent, all silent.
Their rankings are also more than 90 million.
It seems that it is a safe number, and there is no actual ranking in red.
But actually...
They all know very well that if Huaxia loses in this national war, and finally divides their rated places in Huaxia region to Africa and Asia, then their ranking of more than 90 million is just a joke That's all.
Even if they worked hard to the end, there was still nothing.
If Huaxia loses, they also lose.
They also want to continue to work hard, but how much room for hard work is there? The skillfully manipulated artillery has run out of ammunition. Do they use their obviously insufficient combat ability to fight in melee? If they could, they would not come to such a dangerous artillery port to operate the artillery.
This kind of place is actually easy to be targeted by enemy archers. Once a burst of arrows is shot in, it will be completely destroyed.
"Do you lads smoke? It's a good cigarette. I dragged my friends to buy it with the last of my money last month." The artilleryman uncle looked at the depressed young people and asked.
"What are you smoking? We're about to lose." A relatively young boy hugged his knees with his hands, and his head was almost buried in his knees.
The gunner's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything further.
The rest of the people didn't respond, they were still silent, but someone moved slightly, closer to the wall.
Just as he was about to take back the cigarette box, a female player rushed over from the corner, grabbed the cigarette and the cigarette, and stuffed it back into the hands of the artilleryman uncle. Under the stunned expression of the artilleryman uncle, he squatted in the corner again, and lit the cigarette by himself with fire magic.
Like the uncle gunner, he took a sharp puff, and then coughed, but after coughing, he continued to smoke the next cigarette
Choked again, repeated again...
Her hand holding the cigarette, which was full of traces of black gunpowder smoke, was trembling, and tears were seeping from the corners of her eyes.
The atmosphere seemed to be heavy again.
The artilleryman uncle forced a smile, and put away the cigarette case himself.
At this time.
There was a noisy sound outside the muzzle, and they knew what it was.
Didn't look.
The man by the muzzle, with a look of lovelessness, casually glanced out of the muzzle, and then took out his weapon stiffly.
A long knife, a level 130 dark gold weapon, with a little chip on it, it looks like it has been used for a long time, and it hasn't been repaired recently.
Picked up the knife and tried to put it on my neck, which slightly attracted the attention of the others,
But then he seemed to think about it, and instead of pressing down on the knife, he put it on his knee, and closed his eyes as if waiting for fate to come. With his ears leaning against the wall, he could clearly hear the approaching noise from outside, but he didn't respond any more.
The rest of the people also silently took out their weapons, or picked up the goblin weapons next to them, and started to wait silently.
The last wait...
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Above the high walls of the fortress.
Everyone held their weapons tightly and looked at the battlefield below their feet. At this moment, the towering fortress wall hundreds of meters high did not bring them the slightest comfort.
The hand of the weapon is trembling, and the forehead is covered with snowflakes, which is the mixture of nervous sweat and snowflakes. Shortness of breath, white weapons were frequently formed in front of their eyes, and the cold ice and snow stimulated their nerves.
Behind them.
The players who are still preparing are almost in the same state, except that they cannot see the approaching army of devouring ants and summoned beasts, let alone the army of players in the African area behind, which is slowly maintaining Moving forward in formation.
They could only hear the noisy voice that gradually made their hearts beat faster, slowly approaching.
The final battle...
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The sky gradually darkened.
It's almost evening, and I don't know if they can last until night, maybe they can last until night.
Is it possible? They didn't know, and don't want to know now.
Because I have no time to think, or no energy, no time to think!
They don't know what thoughts are in their minds now, it's very chaotic anyway!
I don't even know what I'm thinking, I just know how to hold my weapon tightly!
Grip your weapon tightly!
Only by holding the weapon in your hand tightly can you give yourself a little comfort and calm yourself down a little.
There is still the intermittent roar of artillery in their ears, which is their last spiritual support. If this last sound is gone, and only those approaching noisy sounds are left, they feel that they may go crazy , crashed.
The abyss-like pressure is crushing their last nerves again!
A sense of despair is growing in my heart.
This last pressure.
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Above.
At this moment, Lan Xue and Phoenix were hovering above their heads as the strongest combat force, hoping to give them encouragement.
But it seems...
Not much effect.
"Hey, why don't we say something? They are not in a good condition." Nebula Longbow took the initiative to ask about such things this time.
"Is there anything else to say? Anyway, I can't think of it. Perhaps fighting with all my strength and showing a stronger posture is the best encouragement and comfort for them." Han Tan.
"Words of consolation are useless now. Everyone knows that we have run out of ammunition, and our last support is gone." Lan Xue also understood.
The potions that strengthen and heal them are long gone.
The magic scrolls for assisting and attacking have long been exhausted.
Now.
Even the goblin weapons that China has always relied on are almost useless. Without ammunition, all the artillery is nothing but a large piece of scrap iron, which is useless.
"Unexpectedly, the ancient dragon soul, which I had thought about many possibilities and struggled with for a long time, is finally going to be used at this time. Zhang Xingyun, do you have any other means? Take them all out. , It’s meaningless to keep it.” Han Tan sighed while taking out the ancient dragon soul.
He will show his last strength, and there is nothing left to hold back.
"What else is there? I have already used the Fallen Divine Soldier. Do you think I look like a hidden profession with many hidden methods?" Xingyun Longbow asked back.
"Well, I don't really have any hidden means. Without this ancient dragon soul, I can only activate a skill like 'The Last Knight', which is just a normal life-burning skill that consumes the current life value. "Han Tan was a little self-deprecating.
"Is there anything else I need to do?" Yayoi's voice suddenly rang in the ears of the three of them.
He who has completely covered the area of the city of creation, and Hantan and the three of them don't need the channels in the game, just the sound transmission.
"It's nothing, just continue to maintain the attack strength of the rechargeable artillery, at least don't let the roar of the artillery be cut off, and ensure that every area can hear it at any time. Now our people may also Just by listening to this voice, you can calm your heart."
"If even this sound is gone..."
"Maybe they don't even have much thought of resisting."
Han Tan roughly knew what the sound of the artillery now meant.
"Yayoi, your goblin mecha can still use a shell with the power of a forbidden curse, can you use it now?" Lan Xue asked.
"This is no problem, but to be honest, it probably won't have much effect. They know that we still have forbidden curses in our hands, and there are no areas where they are concentrated. Even if President Lan Xue holds your forbidden curse , probably won’t have much effect, at most it can be regarded as a means of boosting morale.” Yayoi is also aware of this point.
"Well, that's enough. Now, under the arrangement of Chairman Hantan, you can release the shell of the forbidden curse. But before that, try to empty your shells as much as possible, which is considered stable. Get rid of the morale of the army on your side, and I will figure out a solution on my own." Lan Xue.
"Okay, just listen to President Hantan's orders." Yayoi said.
"What arrangements do you need? Yayoi, since you want to use it now, then find a place with a lot of people or a lot of world-eating ants and launch it. But wait a little bit, and then launch it when they launch the first wave of charge. It can hit their offensive momentum and disrupt their rhythm." Han Tan.
"Well, okay." Yayoi said.
It seems that the effect of the forbidden spell is not so great now.
"Well, you all have means, but I have a headache here, so I can only bite the bullet and defend." The voice of Xingyun Longbow complained.
Looking at the huge army of players approaching, and the terrifying number of tens of millions of world-eating ants, I can only complain.
The caution in the African region is for this moment when everything can be crushed without any suspense!
It can be said now that this is from their African and Chinese regions.
The final battle!
Also...
The last struggle.