Chapter 1094 Value
An hour ago, on a farm about 20 kilometers outside the capital of the Tajik Kingdom, a large number of serfs were working hard on the farm.
A cotton-like crop that grows more than two meters tall is entering its harvest season.
The serfs were constantly picking fruits in the fields, their movements quite skillful.
Supervisors wandered around the farmland, and then kept shouting
"Hurry up! We have to pack all of this up before the rainy season. Otherwise, you know the consequences!"
As these words came out, the numb serfs' hands seemed to move faster.
But at this moment, a large number of dark clouds suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the farm, and thunder flashed, causing the supervisors' faces to change.
What's going on?
Why did such a big dark cloud suddenly appear?
It’s not the rainy season yet!
Is it abnormal weather? !
Thinking of this, all the serfs and overseers turned pale.
If a rainstorm came and destroyed their harvest, they would be finished.
Viscount Oman is known for his cruelty!
But at this moment, dazzling rays of light suddenly appeared in the dark clouds in the sky. Each ray of light was like a bridge that blasted into the ground, connecting heaven and earth!
Then, one figure after another began to emerge from the beam of light.
There were also some bulky iron boxes falling from the light column. With such terrible weight, even with the tracks to increase the force range, they still sank into the ground after landing.
A large number of figures in different clothes appeared here, they were the players who took the lead!
Relying on the remote signal of the floating city, the player's activity coverage area can now be said to be greatly enhanced. The rainbow bridge itself can be regarded as the signal source!
Fully armed players appeared one after another, accompanied by tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery and other units with strong off-road capabilities, instantly covering the entire territory belonging to Viscount Oman.
Many armored vehicles landed in the farmland along with the beams of light.
Then the players saw the scene here.
Some of the overseas Nige players were shocked when they saw the familiar scene in front of them.
"It's the serfs! This is forced labor for the serfs! Let's save them!"
"We are indeed the army of justice!"
"Damn, it's hard for me to kill you guys if you say that."
A player who already had his gun loaded was cursing a bit at this point.
But it seems that these are indeed a group of slaves.
The game itself will deal with acts such as massacres in different degrees, and players are now accustomed to this kind of restraint, so they don't start doing anything crazy as soon as they land.
A group of serfs, plus a small number of supervisors, had no ability to resist at all. They all surrendered immediately and were imprisoned.
The players then took the map and asked the supervisor here, and finally confirmed that this was a kingdom called Tajikistan.
"That's right. Once we get out, we will be in Mithras's Fortress, which is enough for us to show our abilities."
"Haha, let's see if there's a teleportation array nearby. We're going to head to Olips! I want to see if the portal over there has been designed. I want to go back to Earth to take a look."
"Then we will fight side by side with the big beautiful soldier."
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The player group may seem loose, but they have a convenience that the Sefi elite soldiers cannot match, and that is their panel function!
Although the forum function seems simple, each team can form its own liaison room. In addition to the standardization of the game team itself and the temporarily added teammate marking function, no matter how chaotic the on-site environment is, players can easily gather together from different teams, and the integration speed is extremely fast!
This also surprised the heroic warriors from the Sefi Realm who came to provide high-end combat support.
There are many strong men who are the commanders of the legions themselves, and they know clearly the difficulty of management with such a large number of people!
The sloppy look of this group of stupid savages is good enough that they can't be distinguished from me.
But while they were chatting and bragging, the speed at which they sorted out the information after passing it over was astonishingly fast!
Like a swarm of bees!
This contrast really surprised even the legends.
I can only sigh that he is worthy of being favored by God!
The players captured these serfs and supervisors, and relying on their knowledge of the language, they completed a preliminary interrogation and determined the direction. When they learned that the Tajik capital was only 20 kilometers away, they immediately sharpened their knives and set up their battle formations.
The first attack was towards Viscount Aman’s town and castle!
Being able to build a castle so close to the capital, the Viscount of Oman also has the function of protecting the capital. He has hundreds of elite soldiers under his command, including militiamen. Together with the castle, they can hold out for a while even if faced with a ten-fold difference in troop strength.
However, when Viscount Aman discovered something was wrong, he urgently used magic communication to contact the nearest Third Knight Order to request support and arrived at the castle wall.
But what he saw was the black muzzle of the tank in the front row.
The infantry and tanks work together, with the players following behind carrying oil barrels and ammunition boxes, and with the assistance of the fire dogs, the scene looks huge. Standing on the castle wall, Viscount Aman is so large that you can't see the end of him at a glance!
"What's this?"
Viscount Aman's eyes were filled with shock. A metal puppet box that was walking on its own?
Warcraft Knight?
An army that stretches as far as the eye can see?!
How have I ever deserved this?
The food you consume every day from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating can fill up my castle!
A plane war is a plane war. Even the decision-makers of the kingdom have to make special inquiries to learn some details. Viscount Aman can only be regarded as a noble under the kingdom, and the information he knows is very limited.
At this moment, I was completely confused and at a loss.
Before he could find a way to surrender.
The next moment the tank's main gun opened fire, with modern tanks aiming for precise ballistics.
The players' excellent physical fitness and adaptability , as well as some drivers who were retired tank soldiers, instantly demonstrated their firepower coverage capabilities.
This poor viscount became the first unlucky person to feel the power of modern firepower during the invasion of Mithras...
Just as the players attacked the Viscount Aman's territory and took it almost instantly, the Third Knight Legion also rushed over here with a cloud of dust.
The original duty of the Third Knights was to defend the capital. After receiving the emergency magic contact from Viscount Aman and learning that the enemy was huge in number, they also came out in full force.
The five thousand cavalrymen marched in uniform, their armor reflecting the sunlight and appearing silver. When they ran, they raised a cloud of dust on the ground, making the earth feel the vibration.
But even so, the Grand Commander of the Knights Templar could not hide the surprise on his face after seeing the lineup and scale of the players.
The players were actually a little puzzled that a group of knights from a small kingdom, instead of running away after hearing the news, rode their horses towards the tank.
What is this for?
"Maybe I'm not well-informed, right?"
"It seems so. In the information age, the speed at which we understand information is still far behind theirs."
"Magic communication is also convenient, but it is not universal."
"Cavalry cuts down tanks. What kind of era is this..."
The players sighed and adjusted their guns without mercy.
The Third Knights of the Tajik Kingdom were eliminated in one battle...
