Chapter 262: Decision-making mistakes, melee! (Part 1)

"Damn it! Fuck it!"

A series of curses came from the American Paradise Game Club. More than a dozen American players who went online later were stepped into ashes and were kicked out of the strategic map without any suspense.

Not only are these American players unhappy, but there are also roars in the voice room created by Zhang Mu. More than 200 people rushed over after half a day and were about to occupy the entire town. Unexpectedly, these damn Americans actually moved the town. In this strong attack, no more than 30 people earned the benefits.

"It's all here, it's boring if I just go back like this. Boss, let's just..." a myth player suggested.

"Let's kill it directly?" Mythical wound raised her eyebrows. Mythical wound that I haven't fought for a long time was not an ordinary itch.

Taotian laughed and said, "I agree, you can't have a fight in vain."

The echoes in the channel suddenly rang out, but Zhang Mu said leisurely: "Most of the maps ahead are covered with the fog of war. We don't know how many enemies there are now. It's a bit irrational to launch an active attack at this time? At least you have to send a scout to explore the map before talking about it..."

Mythical wounded laughed and said, "Twelve, when did you become so timid? ~"

Zhang Mu was busy: "I'm not afraid of my head..."

Myths hurt and laughed: "I know, I know! You always think about problems on the side of rationality. Although this is good, you have to be impulsive occasionally..."

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

The final voting result was that 200 people agreed to continue the battle, 10 abstained, and more than 20 people disagreed.

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

If you think about it carefully, this will also be beneficial, which will save you a lot of trouble after the Fatty and the others relocate. At least you don’t have to worry about a bunch of revenge Americans who will fight out of the fog of war when they are sleeping.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Mythshu and Taotian rushed to the front with one horse. Judging from their attitude, if they didn't fight one today, they would never give up.

During the long battle, Zhang Mu casually clicked a follower, 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. Now he began to build the "biota summoning gate". Anyway, he still has a lot of resources and gold coins, so it doesn't matter if he was wasted a little. The bio-summoning gate is definitely the most disgusting building of the underground clan. As long as the possession rights of the wild barracks have not been occupied by others, players with dungeons can directly recruit the troops from the creature summoning gate every day. Speaking of which, when he first entered the strategic map, Zhang Mu occupied a lot of wild barracks. Although the "Hellhound's Nest" on the 5th level map has been occupied by players who came from behind, there have been a large number of troops in the remaining barracks such as "sheds" in the 1-2th level map.

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

This is the benefit of many heroes, and there is no delay in fighting and practicing.

About an hour later, the creature summoning gate was successfully built. It was a red portal built in the town. Zhang Mu rubbed his palm and slapped it in. As expected, the creature that appeared in the level 1 creature summoning gate was a farmer.

"Wow! So many..." Zhang Mu's mouth was very big, because there were 4,700 units of farmers in the creature summoning sect!

Wei Yang said in surprise: "Why are there so many? The output of the wild barracks should be equivalent to the level 2 to 3 buildings in the urban barracks, and the daily output of farmers is 40 to 50. In this way, it is almost the same as 3,000 farmers. Why does it suddenly appear... The data is wrong!"

Zhang Mule recruited the farmers leisurely, shook his fingers and smiled, "Lamb, have you forgotten that the wild barracks will be affected by the 'plague day' and 'breeding day'?"

Wei Yang slapped his head and sighed: "So that's it..."

Plague Day: It only works in the wild barracks. When the plague Day comes, the number of this army is reduced by half. If 3,000 farmers are stored, it will immediately become 1,500.

Breeding Day: It only works in the wild barracks. When the breeding day comes, the number of this army doubles. If you hoard 3,000 farmers, it will immediately become 6,000.

This is a system copied from the stand-alone version of Hero Invincible. As for the "Natural Disaster" and "Fulin" that act on the player's town, it will not appear until the guild is officially created and the 7th-level map is entered.

"Oh, a large number of evil ghosts are about to appear again..." Wei Yang's greatest pleasure now is standing behind Zhang Mu and watching his various adventures.

Zhang Mu shook his head and said, "Don't be evil ghosts. If you are in the 6th level map, the effect of evil ghosts is getting smaller and smaller. It's better to create a large skeleton army. Level 1 troops do not have any lasting combat power, but it's still okay to shock ordinary players."

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

Facts have proved that no matter what kind of troops or ranks are accumulated, they can be rampant in the world.

"Give me 100 million farmers and I can kill any army in seconds..." Zhang Mu began to have a fantasy that was unrealistic.

Ten minutes later, the Pathfinder King led more than 4,000 farmers back to the ghost town and pushed them into a mass pit. This building has not been used for a long time and is almost covered with spider webs and thick dust.

Hearing a pleasant scream in his ears, watching the skinned farmers walk out of the mass grave, Zhang Mu was in a very happy mood. With the more than 2,000 skeletons that the ghost town had originally hoarded, his skeleton army suddenly reached an infinite number of 7,000!

"More than 7,000 skeleton soldiers attacking 40, hehehe... I'll buy a skeleton axeman's drawing later... It's a long-range attack." Zhang Mu smiled with a reserved smile.

Late at night, the troops led by Myth Sick Sword finally encountered the troops of the "Emperor Empire".

"There are quite a lot of people. The United States and Britain are indeed 'brothers'..." Mythical Sword looked at the British and American players standing in the distance and snorted coldly.

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

The small sound was instantly covered by the shouts of the channel players, and two large troops on the map collided with each other.

"Oh." Zhang Mu sighed, but could not do anything about it.

After all, ‘myth’ and ‘sin’ were not guilds he created. As an outsider, the weight of speaking is still lighter. Of course, this refers to his younger brothers from the two guilds.

"Brother, why are you always sighing? Will you lose?" the fat man asked in confusion.

After knocking a British player into the combat space, Zhang Mu slowly said: "Ashu and Taotian are too reckless. They don't know the enemy's strength and launch an attack without authorization. They will suffer a great loss in the future. But it's good, you'll suffer a loss early and learn lessons early. At the same time, it's not just the Chinese who play this game..."

"The number of opponents is several times that of ours. Do you think you will lose?" Zhang Mu wiped out the opponent's British players in just one round.

The British player stared at the screen, watching his hero gradually disappear, and cursed indignantly: "Bastard, Hero Invincible is obviously a game that emphasizes tactical skills... Why doesn't this guy talk about the rules at all, and he rushed up directly. Damn, his troops are too strong... unfair!"

The man standing behind him snorted: "If you have so many troops from him, you may not pay attention to any tactical skills, right? The so-called tactical skills are just a means of abuse of computers on a stand-alone version. This twelve-winged angel should be the strongest player in China. How could you be so unlucky to fight with him..."

"I...I..." The British player who was very confident in his operations closed his mouth tightly.

Zhang Mu is right. When one side has absolutely strong troops, any skill will become a decoration in front of him. Whatever conspiracy and positioning is all empty talk.

Will normal people use conspiracies against ants? Obviously not, just step on them to death.

Under the super firepower of the Dragon Knight and the long-range troops, the one-star team of players from Britain and the United States was cut over by Zhang Mu like straw, and Zhang Mu's gorgeous continuous slashes flashed on the screen.

Although Zhang Mu was extremely brave, the strength and number of the two armies were too great. The total number of British and American troops was more than 700. The number of support troops was unknown. They rushed to the front line to reinforce. However, the Myth only injured more than 200 people, one died and one less.

In just 20 minutes, more than half of the more than 200 people led by Mythical Injury were wiped out by the enemy.

"Stop fighting, we have to stay here if we continue fighting! Go quickly!" Zhang Mu roared loudly, "Get away quickly!"

This loud roar finally awakened the mythical wounds and the sky. The two bosses hurriedly said: "Retreat, retreat, retreat! Those who can surrender will surrender, and those who have no money will surrender quickly."

The huge encirclement was covered in fan shape. If it weren't for the fact that there were experts like Zhang Mu, the Lord, and the Mythshu, in the team who had been fighting guerrillas on the edge, the remaining 100 people would have been made into dumplings.

"Don't let them go! The following three people are the main targets of attack!" Chris roared: "Twelve-winged Angels! The only deity! Mythical wounds! Surround them! Kill them!"
Chapter completed!