My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1333 - 450. We must learn to draw lessons from history, both good and bad - [17/25]_2

Chapter 1333: 450. We must learn to draw lessons from history, both good and bad - [17/25]_2

"Stick Brother’s idea begins here, using fire to clear a path that allows a large number of personnel and materials to come and go.

We’ve already contacted the Stonemason Association, and Professor Chen’s prized pupil, Old Samoyed Syria, has given us an assessment plan. He said that if we can open an undisturbed forward path in the swamp, he can take charge of laying cement behind us.

Well, it’s that strange, otherworldly cement concocted by the bricklayers and Dust Beaters. Professor Chen also believes that if Sir Morphy insists on combating the Black Disaster in the Dark Mountain Range, then establishing a supply route through the Polluted Swamp is also a necessary action.

Therefore, Stick Brother wants to ask your armory to design a type of incendiary weapon that could quickly ignite the swamp environment; we want to start from the Maginot Line and burn our way into Plague Town!

This way, the impact of the swamp environment on us will be reduced to the weakest, and the fear of fire that those undead monsters exhibit will also allow us to handle them more conveniently."

"Hmm..."

Loyal Brother frowned as he looked at the combat map before him.

The idea from Happy Stick sounds a bit fantastical, given the vast size of the Polluted Swamp; burning a path through it seems improbable.

But on closer inspection, the tactic might still be feasible.

Because the first phase of the battle doesn’t necessitate burning through the entire swamp, just breaking a path from the border of the swamp to Plague Town.

The swamp paths are twisted and difficult to navigate, slowing down anyone who enters, but if you move in a straight line, it only needs a maximum of thirty to forty kilometers.

Riding on a warhorse, Dou guessed from Loyal Brother’s deeply furrowed brow that this task wouldn’t be so easy, and he whispered,

"I just went to Lady Triss’s Alchemy Cottage, and the staff there told me that they can provide a large amount of alchemical fire oil."

"Fire oil won’t work!"

Loyal Brother immediately refuted,

"The rapid combustion of alchemical fire oil is based on environmental factors, and in that shockingly humid environment of the swamp, I estimate that alchemical fire oil wouldn’t even achieve half its typical effect. Stick Brother’s idea should be based on the experience from the Vietnam War, transforming terrain that is advantageous for enemies into that benefiting ourselves, weakening them while strengthening us is certainly a correct approach.

But he overlooked that our current level of industry simply does not match theirs.

To realize his tactic, old man, I need to first create something like napalm bombs for him."

"But, Gebao once made gasoline bombs when he was apprenticing under Lady Triss, and even named it ’Peace Dove,’ which is really quite absurd,"

Dou asked again, only to receive a professionally disdainful eye roll from Loyal Brother.

"What he made can at most be called ’incendiary oil,’ which is far from real incendiary bombs.

That was just amateurs playing tricks, completely unsuitable for shaping environments on this scale. However, if even Gebao with his meager alchemy skills could produce that stuff, I guess if I consult with a few professionals we should be able to create the type of weaponry Stick Brother needs.

But don’t expect high production."

Loyal Brother packed up the map and shook his head, saying:

"Unless he could persuade an alchemy master like Lady Triss to get involved, given the current level of alchemy within our player community, for Stick Brother to get enough incendiary bombs to burn a path, he might have to wait until the cows come home.

Rather than focusing on napalm bombs, might as well start with white phosphorus bombs; they can achieve a similar effect and require much lower technological capability, and best of all, we don’t need to consider humanitarian impacts when targeting undead.

Let’s do this.

I’ll go work on the prototype, and you guys try to persuade Lady Triss to help."

He waved his hand at the worried-looking Dou, saying:

"But I must remind you guys, getting these things is just the start, you still need to figure out how to deploy them; I bet none of you have seen what an incendiary bomb explosion looks like, let me tell you, the first threat when it bursts is to the bomber himself.

Without a certain level of precision in delivery, better not mess with it."

"Oh, that’s not a problem."

Dou stroked his chin and said:

"Brother Meow’s team member Yan Song assured me that he can accurately drop that stuff, and if worse comes to worst, aren’t there still vampires? Those student groups fly fast and stable, each carrying one bomb and dropping it from high altitude isn’t an issue."

"Ah?"

Loyal Brother widened his eyes and said:

"Aren’t you guys competitors? Why are you inviting them to join your tactics?"

"Hey, look at what you’re saying, competition is competition, but shouldn’t we take local major issues seriously?"

Dou nonchalantly gestured with his hands and said:

"No matter who wins or loses in this new map expansion, that’s our internal affair.

Whether we can tackle the issue of the Polluted Swamp directly affects Sir Morphy’s strategy against the Black Disaster, which is a critical issue concerning the survival of Transylvania; in these kinds of matters, the outcome between player guilds is merely a trivial detail.

Stick Brother and we always clearly distinguish such major issues from minor ones."

"Awesome!"

Loyal Brother felt deeply moved after hearing this and kept giving thumbs up, saying:

"Truly products of national education, such collective consciousness deserves to be broadly promoted. Alright! Since Stick Brother is so loyal, our ’Hymn of Loyalty’ can’t lag behind. I’ll go back to my research right away and try to produce it at the fastest speed possible for you.