socalfunplaces Chapter 64: I need to go in and find my soldiers!
Chapter 64: I need to go in and find my soldiers!
Sure enough, a team of about a hundred men from Storm's ranks taught a lesson to those brainless players who were captured by the law enforcement team.
Why resort to force when you can do this in the dark, even if it costs money?
"You lawless scoundrels! You have violated the royal laws of His Majesty Viserys III by robbing and killing the kingdom's grain convoy and killing the kingdom's soldiers!"
"Those who know what's good for them will hand over the murderer and offer a thousand gold coins or a golden dragon; otherwise, our army will immediately storm the camp, break down the gates, and leave no one alive!"
【Ghost Fire Boy】Stands atop a tall horse, draped in a cloak, looking incredibly majestic. Behind him, a hundred or so players resemble little monsters from Journey to the West, brandishing weapons and howling wildly, like a chaotic dance of demons.
"We do not possess a thousand golden dragons, but we are willing to return what you have and submit to His Majesty Viserys. However, if you insist on forcing us to hand over a large sum of golden dragons, we will have no choice but to resist to the end!"
On the stockade wall, the middle-aged leader, his face pale, seemed to have forced himself to come up despite his fear. He looked at the approaching players with a mournful expression and shouted.
Upon hearing this, [Ghost Fire Boy] ignored the first half of the other person's words and shouted to the players behind him:
"They killed six of our soldiers, three of our hunting dogs, and three animal trainers. They even took our soldiers' weapons and are resisting! What do you suggest we do?!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill him and his heads will roll!"
Hundreds of players roared in unison.
The Andar chieftain on the stockade wall was so terrified by the sight that he collapsed to the ground.
In fact, it was their greed that brought trouble upon them. The "Ghost Fire Boy" deliberately sent several of his players to loiter around their territory all day long.
Those sacks of wheat and flour, dangling in front of the Andals all day long, were like prostitutes posing seductively, making it impossible for them to resist.
Just yesterday, a group of young people in the village recklessly robbed a caravan and killed the players transporting the grain.
Then, the "Ghost Fire Boy" had a legitimate reason to bring his brothers to "demand an explanation".
"Chief, let's fight them!" Behind the stockade wall, a young man with bloodshot eyes clenched his fists and stared intently at the Long family soldiers below who had already pushed the siege engines forward.
The chief stared blankly at the young man before him who had recklessly led a group to rob and kill a grain transport team, bringing disaster to the tribe.
"coward!"
Seeing their seemingly terrified chieftain, the young man angrily stood up and shouted to the surrounding tribesmen:
"The Dragon Clan's soldiers want to slaughter us! We will never allow it! Those who trust Obsidian, fight me to the death!"
Obsidian is the name of the young man.
It was clear that Obsidian held a high position of prestige among the tribesmen, and when he rallied them, the vast majority of the young people responded.
Wooden spears, hunting bows, stone knives, rusted swords—anything that could be called a weapon was unearthed by the young men, who rushed up the stockade walls in an attempt to put up a desperate resistance.
"Let's teach these bumpkins a lesson!"
[The Ghostfire Boy] turned around and shouted, then pulled down his face armor and pointed his steel sword forward.
Hundreds of armored players roared and charged toward the stockade wall, pushing siege engines and long ladders.
"Release the arrows!"
Obsidian stood on the stockade wall, raising his stone hammer and roaring.
The hunters of the tribe drew their bows and arrows. Although the arrows were accurate, they were sparse, and the vast majority were blocked by the players' armor and the shields they held high.
"Let them see what we're capable of!"
Some players picked up heavy bows and hurled heavy arrows at the stockade wall.
"Swish, swish, swish"
The players, who usually wanted to be covered in weapons, rushed forward, put away their swords and knives, took out their bows and crossbows from their backs, and unleashed a barrage of fire at the stockade wall, instantly killing and shooting down several people.
"Hide! Use stones when they get close!"
Obsidian shouted.
Even without him shouting, the tribesmen, caught in the crossfire of the players, knew they couldn't win the shootout and took cover.
"Rush!"
"Stand the ladder up! I'm going to climb it first!"
"First to charge into battle! I'm possessed by Lao Tzu's spirit!"
The players, shouting and yelling, rushed to the foot of the stockade wall almost without any hindrance. Long ladders were then placed on the wall, and the players, holding shields and carrying swords, scrambled to climb up.
"Smash it!"
At Obsidian's command from the stockade wall, his people grabbed stones and began hurling them downwards.
Even though all the players were fully armored, they were still caught off guard and fell in droves.
"Smash their gates with siege engines!"
The player leading the charge shouted.
The players behind, chanting slogans and pushing the siege engine, pushed it with all their might, and finally it reached the gate of the stronghold.
Boom boom boom
The crude gate could hardly withstand the siege engines; it was smashed open with several large holes in just a few blows.
"Kill them!"
The players who had crowded in front of the door roared and brandished their weapons as they rushed through the hole.
Armored against unarmored, father against son, in an instant they slaughtered more than a dozen Andar people guarding the gate, opened the gate, and let the large group of players rush in.
A dozen hunting dogs rushed into the village on their master's orders, pouncing on anyone who wasn't wearing armor and never letting go once they bit them.
"For the children!"
Dozens of women with spears surged out of the village, carrying knives and guns, and rushed forward to block the players' group. The leader was a burly woman riding a small pony.
The players showed no mercy, wielding their swords and hacking the dozens of spear-wielding women to pieces.
The woman riding a horse and wielding a spear was also pulled off by the player, her body rolled into a bloody mess by the swords and axes.
"Let's fight them!"
Obsidian, his eyes red, led his people down the stockade wall in a final stand.
Faced with these berserk beasts, the players remained calm and practiced their skills, using long-range shooting and close-range attacks with practiced ease.
Before the Obsidian tribesmen could get close, the Andals, who had no armor plates on their bodies, were shot down halfway through by arrows that plowed the ground.
"what!"
Obsidian roared and charged forward. A player dropped his longbow, drew a crossbow from his back, and fired an arrow at Obsidian, killing him instantly.
"Spare my people! We surrender!"
The chieftain suddenly appeared, blocked his people, looked at the players, and pleaded.
"Boss, what do you say? Kill or not?"
The player leading the group looked at the [Ghost Fire Boy] who was slowly riding his horse into the village.
Damn it, why are you asking me? Just kill him already, why are you trying to teach me how to give the order?
Upon hearing this, the "Ghost Fire Boy" was speechless. He glanced at the person beside him, but the other person didn't say anything.
He immediately pulled off his mask and looked at the player leading the team, saying:
"Surrender your weapons and put them in custody! We will not kill surrendered enemies!"
"clear!"
The player leading the group was clearly taken aback, but still ordered his men to confiscate the weapons and put the prisoners under guard.
"Hey buddy, this is just a small token, want to be friends?" [Ghost Fire Boy] took a money pouch from the bag next to the saddle, and when no one was paying attention, handed it to the person next to him.
"What are you doing! We don't do that in our enforcement team!"