Chapter 190 The Second Battle (Part 2)
John, who was in his early twenties, had many memories of running desperately in his short life.
The first time he ran was when he was a child, he was too hungry and stole food hidden in the pile of junk from his neighbor's house. His mother, who was ashamed and guilty, chased him with a fire poker from one end of the slum to the other.
All John remembered was that his mother cried louder than he did when he was beaten.
Later he realized that it was not okay to steal other people's food because others also needed food... If he stole other people's food and survived but caused others to die, then he would have made a big mistake.
The countless times he ran after that were no longer because John made a mistake, at least John himself was sure of that.
One winter when he was in his early teens, he was collecting cow dung as fuel at the mule and horse market. A kind-hearted horse farm worker saw that he was so hungry that his legs were shaking, so he secretly gave him half a bag of beans for horse feeding and told him to take it home quickly.
That small bag of black beans could save an entire family's lives. The older children who went to collect cow dung wanted to snatch it away. John dropped the dung bag, held the bag of black beans and ran desperately. He did not stop even when his head was hit by stones thrown by the older children, until he ran home and gave the beans to his mother.
When he was a little older and could find odd jobs on the streets, John was driven away by the city police countless times and chased by people who were also trying to make a living on the streets. When he made money, he had to avoid gang members and people of the same kind who had not found work...
John believed that as long as he had not made any mistakes, there was nothing shameful in running away.
Running away is for survival - just like now, he was not a soldier, so his behavior was not considered desertion.
He was just trying his best to stay away from people who would hurt him.
The young and strong men who were forcibly conscripted as "militia" had no intention of fighting in the first place. When they were forced to charge, no one shouted for fighting and killing. Everyone just followed the crowd in panic. In addition, they only got some boiled potatoes for more than ten hours and no one drank water. Their throats were dry and sore, but they didn't have any extra saliva to scream and shout.
Among the thousands of people who were "charging" silently, the sound of surrender was so conspicuous...
The people around John were the first to be affected, especially the man who was sobbing behind John. He was just a restaurant waiter. He was frightened for several days when he was yelled at by the foreman for delivering the wrong dessert. Going to the battlefield to fight was not in the life plan of this ordinary citizen.
Subconsciously, this young citizen, who was one year younger than John, also threw away the useless sharp wooden pole in his hand, raised his hand like John, and stammered in a low voice (he didn't have the strength to shout loudly): "Surrender, surrender!"
People are most easily influenced by others when their emotions are fluctuating greatly and they are forced to face situations that they cannot adapt to. More and more people drop their "weapons", and those who still have the strength to speak shout surrender, while those who don't have the strength to speak just gasp and run helplessly.
On the other side, in front of the Westerm camp.
The time now is nine o'clock in the morning in the other world, and five o'clock in the afternoon on Earth.
This time period... is not the peak online period. Many players have just finished school and have not returned home (dormitory), or have not yet finished get off work. The number of players online is only half of that during the peak period.
Tang Jia returned to the dormitory after finishing her afternoon elective class and went online before five o'clock, just in time to catch the second round of battlefield missions.
I had just met up with my friends and joined the large player group that had been running during the territory war when the city gate opposite opened and NPCs came out of the city one after another.
"Eh... why are there only yellow monsters?" Tang Jia habitually cast an identification spell. The dense crowd of "Westham citizens" shocked her. "What's going on? Isn't the second round about to start?"
"Yeah, why did only so many monsters come out yesterday, and they were all squatting under the city wall?" Yang Ying was also quite confused.
As more and more "enemy troops" appeared in front of the city gate, the players squatting in front of the camp waiting for the battle to start had more and more question marks on their heads.
When the "enemy army" formed its array, the players also became collectively furious:
"They are all civilian NPCs, what are we going to do?!"
"Damn, I can't even see a level one monster!"
"Did the planner think that too much equipment was spawned in the morning and is just going to muddle through this time?"
"Is it poisonous? How can the monsters in the territory war be more miserable each wave after another?!"
"Dog planner Sima!!"
This group of noisy and angry undead blocking the front of the camp scared the officers and security team members who were busy with resettlement work in the camp behind.
Rex had no choice but to get into the tent and said nervously, "Yang, the undead seem very dissatisfied, what do you think...?"
Yang Qiu also knew that the players who were looking forward to snatching more... and seizing another wave of loot would definitely not accept being dismissed by the "militia" who were just making up the numbers. He gave Rex a soothing look and skillfully issued a new task to all the online players:
"The dynamic plot "Accepting Refugees" has been triggered."
"The unscrupulous Lord of Innadri, Adela III, saw that the battle for the territory was irreversible, so he arrested civilians in the city and drove them to the front battlefield, forcing these poor civilians to charge into battle."
"Charlie Rex couldn't bear to see these civilians get hurt, so he asked the undead to provide assistance."
“Participation Mode 1: Help Rex accept and resettle refugees and protect them from the scourge of war.”
"Participation Mode 2: In order to prevent Adela III from forcibly conscripting civilians to fight again, you decide to attack directly and break through the west gate of Innadri."
“Resettlement mode: For every successful resettlement of a refugee, all participating players will gain 1 point of Inadri reputation. For every death of a refugee, all participating players will lose 50 points of Inadri reputation.”
"Battle Mode: For every city defense soldier OR officer/city police officer/personal guard of Adela III killed, the killer gains 20 points of Inadri reputation; for every city defense soldier OR officer/city police officer/personal guard of Adela III captured, the captor gains 200 points of Inadri reputation."
"The undead race who have lost their lives understand the value of life better than living creatures. I wish the undead success."
"The territory reputation of "Innad Territory" has been activated."
The new task text was posted to the information column of every online player, and the group of madmen who had just been angry because they couldn't grab a big wave quickly calmed down...
"I thought it was a reputation gift pack!" Qin Guan, the leader of the Blood Alliance who was leading the team on the front line, was overjoyed. He immediately mobilized his own elite team in the big group and gathered all the capable teams around him.
Lahong, who was also in the group, reacted quickly and shouted to his own elite team...
Dynamic story missions can increase reputation, and these two player bosses remember this very clearly - Ji Tang was able to beat both of them and R MB players in the reputation rankings because he had laid such a good foundation when the first dynamic story "Tarantan's Embrace" was released!
Most players don't have the conditions to compete for reputation rankings like Qin Guan and La Hongge, but the players' mentality is that they don't want to fall behind the main force. Since the reputation of the Nadeli territory is opened for the first time, they must earn some reputation at all costs to avoid falling behind step by step.
The "yellow monster" on the opposite side began to charge, and the players also received the signal to start war and quickly moved.
The straight-line distance between Westram Camp and the west city gate is 1,100 meters, and the straight-line distance between the players and the civilian brigade lined up outside the city is about 700 meters. At this distance, neither side can see the other side very clearly, only a vague outline.
When the civilians were forced to charge by the gleaming swords, although they all ran with big strides following the trend, their speed was actually not very good... at least they were not as fast as the college students who were sprinting to the cafeteria.
In comparison, the speed of the undead who could run a dead horse was amazing. John, who was running in the front, had not even run 200 meters when the undead who were happily rushing over to him were almost sticking to his nose.
John, who was shouting "surrender", came face to face with the armored and armed skeletons. His heart trembled violently at that moment - these undead spirits were still quite scary when seen up close!
If these undead had not drawn their weapons but instead ran up with a pair of empty bone claws, John was not sure whether he would have turned around and ran away on the spot.
And then...these undead souls running towards them quickly separated to both sides, leaving a wide road leading to the Westram camp.
The undead who moved to the side waved their bone claws at John who was in the front row, making "KABAKABA" sounds with their mouths.
Although the two sides could not communicate in the same language, their body language was easy to understand. This was a signal for them to hurry over...
John continued to repeat the word "surrender" while carefully observing the movements of the undead, and nervously ran into the passage vacated by the undead.
Still the undead did not attack him.
John swallowed, and this time his mouth didn't feel so dry and painful.
The civilians who had put down their "weapons" like John looked at the undead that had separated to the left and right with fear, but they did not slow down their pace - there were still many people running behind them, and no one dared to stop at this moment.
"This way! This way!"
"Come on, come on, hurry over there!"
"Don't push! Watch your step!"
The players didn't care whether the NPCs could hear or understand what they were shouting, and they enthusiastically called on these mobile reputations to run towards their own camp.
Some civilians forgot to throw away their sharp wooden poles and ran past the crowd in a daze, but no one among the players cared.
A civilian accidentally stepped on a sharp wooden pole dropped by someone and slipped. The surrounding undead were more nervous than the civilians. Several of them quickly rushed up and pulled out the civilian who was almost trampled... If one person died, the whole group would have 50 reputation points deducted. Who can stand this!
There are as many as seven or eight thousand young and strong men who were forcibly conscripted. For the people of this world, it is definitely a huge crowd, but for the people on Earth, especially the Chinese, it is nothing. There are more people in any university than here.
Seeing that these civilians were running around in a disorderly manner and it was easy for a stampede to occur, players who had been school cadres, organized school/company or even social activities quickly stepped forward to direct the players, allowing them to divide the crowd into several groups...
The Chinese, who have to line up for exercises since elementary school... no, since kindergarten, more or less know how to organize work. With the thoughtful "service" of more than a thousand players, thousands of civilians were safely sent to the Westram camp in just a few minutes.
On the city wall above the west gate, Adela III, who was watching the battle in person, almost dropped his jaw to the ground.
The city defense troops and the city police under the west city gate could not see the whole picture. From their perspective, they could only see the young men rushing out. They did not see any fighting at all. The young men in their field of vision were replaced by the undead...
The elite teams among these players passed the mobile yellow-name monsters and faced the "elite monsters" supervising the battle in the rear, happily drawing their weapons.
The city police, who were extremely fierce towards civilians, turned pale and ran away.
Players are not willing to let go of these elite monsters which are much more fragrant than yellow-named monsters, so they pounce on them with howls.
"Control the city gate first and then arrest the people!" Among the elite players, Miaobishenghua, who had the command authority, shouted loudly.
"Understood!" Qin Guan and La Hong Ge both knew that no one would gain anything if they continued to hinder each other, so they simultaneously arranged for their elite players who played the Walker to attack.
Walker players were originally a large population among the players. Immediately, dozens of Walker players armed to the teeth activated the wind control technique and rushed out like the wind.
The fastest city police were still more than ten meters away from the city gate, and dozens of walker players had already occupied the city gate...
