Chapter 144: China vs. America, a surprise weapon!

(In the stand-alone version, the ghost clan cannot be blessed by the "Holy Grail", but can be blessed by the "Prayer". Therefore, in the online version, it is said that this skill can be effective for the undead. After all, prayer is an enhanced version of the Holy Grail, and there may be more changes in skills in the future.)

The suspension ended soon, and the brief commotion did not affect the fighting spirit of both sides. But a serious problem arose. Is the Chinese team only 900,000 less than the American team?

No, due to the injury and abandonment of the old gun in the Temple and the gangster leader, their remaining troops were uncontrollable, and the real force gap reached more than 1 million! The situation was quite unfavorable to the Chinese team!

The hero team battle before rebirth was not a small number of battles that won most of the opponent's troops with a few troops, but that was in the middle of the game with abundant magic. Now that the server has just been open for a short month, players want demons but no demons, and no soldiers. How easy is it to turn the tables in the end?

The game has been going on for an hour and a half. Except for Zhang Mu, the other players have only 1 to 2 teams of defeated soldiers left, and the shooters' ammunition has basically been used up.

Zhang Mu, who was in charge of command again, was not panicked. After quickly gathering his troops together, his eyes swept over several teams of 100 more archers in the legion and shouted: "Shooters report ammunition! The mage reports magic value!"

"The ammunition is empty."

"2 rounds of ammunition left."

"It's gone."

...

"40 points of magic!"

"25 points of magic!"

“10 points of magic…”

As the front was unified, Zhang Mu's 370 shield infantry and 280 elite crusaders finally came out of the siege. These two teams of huge close-fitting troops are definitely the trump card to save the Chinese team!

In several consecutive sneak attacks and anti-sneak attack battles, Zhang Mu's skeletons and war vultures were exhausted. Although the sharpshooter maintained 200 yuan, his ammunition was exhausted.

The situation is not optimistic!

Zhang Mu said in a deep voice: "It's almost an hour before the end of the game. We are at a disadvantage. They will definitely attack us regardless of everything. The mages use trap-like magic, such as mud, mines, steel cables, all long-range troops, and scattered combat positions... Let's use Yi instead!" He looked at the edge of the desert in the map and shouted: "This is our last battlefield!"

Now, everyone has placed their hopes on Zhang Mu. Whether he can win is an unknown. But seeing Zhang Mu's confident face, he should have a way to win, right? Otherwise, how could he laugh at this critical moment?

They didn't know that this was Zhang Mu's 100% bitter smile...

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Floor 5, the US District Game Stadium.

"Hey, William, what are you waiting for? Are you not attacking now?" asked a player.

Little William said in a deep voice: "Don't quarrel! The Chinese are scheming. Although we have the advantage in military strength, we must not take it lightly and must not make any mistakes in the end of the game." He looked at his military merits and thought to himself: "I am now ranked fifth. If I can catch the opponent's large army and kill it... it is not a fantasy to fight for the first place again!"

William’s idea is also the idea of ​​most other people. Everyone wants to compete for the first place in military merit. After all, there is a reward of 500,000 US dollars in first place! This is not a small amount.

"Are you still using an attack? We just need to hold on here for an hour and wait for the time to end, and victory will naturally belong to us." The man who spoke out spit out a mouthful of smoke.

Little William rolled his eyes at him and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, you think it's beautiful! If it were my military merits, I would choose to stick to it..." That's right, the American man who spoke was the American team's military merit champion.

"Scouts explore the way. If you want to stay here, stay here. I won't force it! Little William commanded with a serious look on his face: "Destroy the Chinese! They still have a lot of military achievements, and anyone has the hope of winning the first place!"

"This bastard!" The American champion cursed silently. Although he was ranked first, his troops were almost dead, with less than 50 vampires left. If he could meet a team of miscellaneous soldiers, he would restore his number of vampires. Thinking of this, the American champion sneered repeatedly.

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"Let's just wait here? What if they don't attack?" Zhang Mu's method of waiting for the rabbit also attracted criticism from others.

Zhang Mu raised his chin, looked at the time on the screen slowly, and replied: "Don't worry, they will come. The interests can ruin each other. In the case of absolute advantage, except for the military champion, other American players will definitely let go..." After saying that, he looked at the followers of the old gun who spoke with a playful smile.

"Wife, how many times can the God and Monster Lord perform the gain magic?" Zhang Mu asked Deng Jie. Her soldiers were almost exhausted, leaving only two teams of 1 unit of God and Monster Lord and more than 100 great mages without ammunition.

"Um... neither of my two monsters let go of magic."

"Haha, okay, just put the magic on my elite crusaders after encountering enemy!"

"Fatty, your centaur has no ammunition, right? Let's go up and fight later!"

"Taotian, you..."

Zhang Mu seemed to chat with everyone around him leisurely, but in fact he was already anxious as if he was on an ant on a hot pan, but he did not reveal this negative emotion at all. Before his rebirth, Zhang Mu had countless military leadership experience and deeply understood what qualities should be possessed as a qualified commander, so that he could make correct command judgments only when he was calm in the face of danger!

Will it come?

Time passed by minute by minute, and some people began to feel restless.

Suddenly, Zhang Mu's eyes lit up and laughed: "Come on! Everyone is ready! Open up firepower! Don't pay attention to those cannon fodder! All attack power hits the opponent's most numerous troops! Make way for my elite crusaders!"

When the battle lasted for 1 hour and 20 minutes, the players of Team USA were divided into three teams and rushed towards this side!

Both sides are all defeated teams. The American team has the strongest and largest number of troops belong to the 270 Jungle Kings. However, the difference between this thing and Zhang Mu's elite Crusaders is not a small part! But the number of opponents is above 50, and the melee teams below 100 are several more teams than the Chinese team!

"Retreat a little! Follow my command to attack!" Zhang Mu's expression on his face was very serious.

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On the third floor, the players watching the game shook their heads. Just looking at the number of troops on the battlefield, you can tell the reason. The difference in strength between the two sides is too big!

It's over, the winner of this game is Team USA!

Damn international police!

Damn the most developed country in the world!

"Hey, look!" Someone shouted.

Suddenly, an accident occurred on the battlefield. After the two teams of skeletons were blown into pieces by traps on the ground, the large army that had already arrived at the Chinese remnants suddenly stopped. A hero waved his right arm, and a circle of blue ripples appeared in the sky. Chinese players buried in the mud, mines and steel cables appeared one after another.

This is magic - detection trap!

"It's over, it's over!"

"Americans are so smart... Damn! I can't deceive them at all!" The fat man muttered and shouted.

Just as these American mages used the magic of "dispelling", Zhang Mu glanced at the opponent's troops and number, and commanded without missing a trace: "In 30 seconds, prepare the holy grail for the close-range troops. The close-range troops and my elite tenth scouts advance at the same time to protect my main output troops! Keep up with each other and launch an attack within the range of a straight arrow! Can make a calculation! Be sure to make sure that your output falls on the opponent's large troops! Whether you are dead or alive depends on this attack! Also, except for the death ripple, all other group of injuries are thrown into their crowds! As long as you don't hurt your own people, just do it!"

Zhang Mu typing on the keyboard with a crackling sound. After all, there is a gap of more than 1 million troops on both sides!

In more than 20 seconds, the trap on the ground was dispersed. The first one was the flying troops, several vampires ranging from 50 to 80!

"Hmph! Want to restore troops? You think beautiful!" Zhang Mu roared: "Give me magic!"

Deng Jie, who had long locked the casting target of the God and Monster Lord on the elite crusaders and shield infantry, quickly slapped his mouse, and the holy light shrouded on the 280 elite crusaders.

"Good thing! I actually made a prayer!" Zhang Mu laughed loudly, controlled the elite crusaders to directly face the enemy's vampires and slashed them in a row!

The 80-unit vampire team was instantly killed!

Immediately after 370 shield infantry blessed the movement speed, they aimed at the opponent's 50 units of vampires!

Beautiful double kill!

"Quick, protect my melee output! Don't let them surround me!"

Although a large number of our infantry teams surrounded the "Crusader" and "Shield Infantry" on the spot, there were too many enemy teams. After a brief confrontation, five more Chinese players had red lights on the screen, including Snake, Tiger, Flame and Red Fruit.

There are only 10 players in the Chinese region who still have troops! Except for Zhang Mu, they have less than 2 teams on hand, and the number is only 100!

5th floor, US competition area.

"Damn it! What's the point of this? How could this be so powerful? Only 50 evil ghosts killed 10 of him? What's the joke?" The hell player roared angrily when he left the scene. He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out at all. Why is the gap so big for both of the 4th-level troops? (His evil ghost was killed by Zhang Mu's crusade.)

William Little looked at the more than 20 players present and commanded silently: "Note that the shield infantry and the crusaders are the forces of the Chinese commander "Twelve-Winged Angels", and he used the famous general Memphira, which is the highest defense at this stage. It is estimated that his hero defense is 15! So, be careful! If you have the defense and attack magic, you will be greeted! This kind of magic can usually be superimposed!"

Two fists cannot defeat four hands! A tiger can’t fight but not a pack of wolves!

In the second round, more than ten "armor-removing" and "unloading weapons" magic fell on the elite crusaders and shield infantry!

At this moment, the romantic hero in the night waved his arms and healed!

"Good!" Zhang Mu praised loudly. Although the healing technique could not dispel all the magic on his body, it also restored his defense and attack power a lot!

200 elite crusaders broke through the siege like a broken bamboo to cut off 110 of the opponent's largest number of "Rampage Kings of the Jungle"!

This is a battle! Both sides want to crush each other's bones!

Team USA has 100 units of polygonal evil spirits, 90 units of giant lizards, and 100 units of bronze men. They blessed the movement speed and directly passed Zhang Mu's "crusaders" and "shield infantry" and rushed into the "lamb group" to slaughter those long-range troops who had no power to fight back!

"They are indeed fighting for the first place in military merit! In the internal strife!" Zhang Mu was very excited. This might be a good time to counterattack! The opponent's large number of outputs fell on the shooters. At the end of the whole round, Zhang Mu lost 30 elite shooters and 100 shield infantry.

Five red lights were on again. This time, the night was romantic, and the fat man, Chenlong, Weiyang and others all stood up one after another, and their troops were all dead.

3rd floor, players watch the battle zone.

"It's strange that the number of troops on both sides is not proportional, but why is the gap in troops decreasing?" The player didn't understand very much.

That’s right! The gap between the two sides has been narrowed!

The Chinese team has 1.7 million and the US team has 2.4 million!

5th floor, US competition area.

"Fuck! What are you doing? Why don't you hit the opponent's maximum firepower output? Didn't you see the troops of both sides being brought closer?" William waving his arms in anger.

"Damn it! Who still listens to you? I don't want my soldiers to die so quickly! I still want to be the first place!"

Under a brief attack, the American champion changed hands many times! As long as he was not eliminated, anyone could get the first place!

"You guys are super idiots!" Little William's face turned pale.

4th floor, China competition area.
To be continued...