My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1370 - 462. When someone gestures a thumbs-up to you, it doesn’t necessarily mean they are praising you..._3

Chapter 1370: 462. When someone gestures a thumbs-up to you, it doesn’t necessarily mean they are praising you..._3

Deep-fried Sweet Potato was about to climb a tree for a closer look when a hand from behind grabbed his collar and pulled him down into the bushes.

The college student almost face-planted into the ground, and as he glared angrily behind, he saw Old Qin, who was just cracking dirty jokes a moment ago, now lying prone with utmost seriousness, pressing down on two clueless fellows to keep their heads down.

"It’s the enemy!"

In a low voice, Old Qin spoke:

"A standard marching column! They’re heading towards the rear of the western direction indicated on the map earlier. If they don’t change direction, they’ll reach between outpost three and four on the western front in thirty minutes at most.

That’s exactly where the enemy’s outer defense line broke, and the moment they complete the encirclement, combined with the enemy’s flanking cooperation, they could launch an annihilation battle on the protruding outposts.

I noticed it when I was looking at the map just now!

These student players are too green; they’ve stretched the battle line too long, and they don’t have enough manpower to clear and defend the rear supply lines.

It’s like the Common Mountain Serpent, vulnerable to being cut in half with a single strike, resulting in big trouble.

It must be the Jackal Warlocks from Plague Town conducting this assault, damn, can such tactics even be used? The NPCs in this damn game are really intelligent.

Are those eccentric lights cloaking them ’Spiritual Energy’? Can it really suppress the noise of thousands marching to this extent?

This is too miraculous."

"Is this really the time to be impressed?"

Rainbow Cat was also a bit anxious.

He peeked around while lying on the ground, shaking a little. Although he had been playing the game half a month longer than the newbies, he was a bona fide administrative player with no real combat experience to speak of.

This was his first time facing a formidable enemy for real.

The other four young student players and newcomers were out of ideas, looking expectantly at Old Qin who had combat experience, but he said nothing and just gestured for them to stay put while he climbed a nearby bush in a few agile moves, like a nimble gecko, to reconnoiter.

The newbies were scared to even breathe heavily.

They were nothing but a snack to the Elite Skeleton Army advancing with ambush tactics up ahead; if spotted, a single volley of bone arrows and bone spears meant instant death.

A few minutes later, Old Qin came back, wordlessly took off the Psychic package from his waist, and said earnestly to the others:

"We can’t let them enter the battlefield so smoothly!

I reckon the student players haven’t realized they’re being flanked, and it seems the recent battles have made them relax their guard.

Contact them immediately to inform them of the situation; we must take action to delay these guys as well.

I just noticed nearby terrain suitable for defense, and luckily we have plenty of tubes on hand. Proper cooperation should be no problem to hold them off for half an hour."

"Damn! We’re only thirteen people! Old Qin, have you gone mad?"

Deep-fried Sweet Potato shouted in a suppressed voice:

"We’re going to be minced meat against their blades."

"War isn’t as simple as you think, and victory isn’t just about comparing numbers. Otherwise, how could the legend of the three veterans capturing a whole camp have been made?"

While assembling the tubes with practiced ease, Old Qin shook his head and said:

"Besides, even if we die, it’s just for three days. What’s the problem? It’s normal to fear death in reality, nothing wrong with that, but you’re even scared in a game, isn’t that a bit too much?

Why don’t you cut off that two ounces of meat between your legs?

Then I won’t ridicule you anymore for your courage smaller than a mouse, young man."

"Ptui, dogs may fear, but I’ll risk my neck and go wild with you today!"

Stung by the provocation, the young Deep-fried Sweet Potato got all fired up.

The others were also eager to try, raring to go. Old Qin was right; damn it, dying only lasts for three days, and if they fight well, wouldn’t they become famous?

"What do you say?"

Old Qin turned to look at Rainbow Cat, who grimly replied:

"Even if I wanted to run, I can’t get out, damn it, I’m in! Just tell us what to do, Uncle Qin."

"Call me Old Qin, I’m not your relative, don’t try to get friendly."

Old Qin smirked, slung his own tube on, and signaled everyone to follow.

The group sloshed through the mud, quickly climbing a protruding hill about a dozen meters high. Under Old Qin’s command, eight tubes were swiftly assembled and set up, but since these guys had no experience with the devices, they could only gawk as Old Qin showed off his "skills."

"That piece of junk! Making a scale this badly might land you in military court!"

Old Qin cursed, and flat-out decided to stop using the lousy scale.

He knelt on one knee in military posture, sticking out his left thumb in front and muttering to himself, then he stood his thumb upright again.

This classic scene from military movies lasted for a minute, after which Old Qin began fine-tuning his own tube, and the others, following his instructions, adjusted the tubes to a high angle for firing.

"Don’t be afraid, kids."

With a smile, Old Qin lifted a white phosphorus bomb marked "extremely dangerous" with both hands and placed it at the mouth of the tube, looking back at the young people behind him and saying:

"Think of this as a special kind of military training. Honestly, it’s not easy to get this experience in peacetime; you’re all lucky today."

"Old Qin, your smile is so creepy!"

Deep-fried Sweet Potato, too, knelt by his tube, propping the shell in the manner Old Qin had shown while complaining:

"If I ran into someone smiling like you in an alleyway at night, no need to talk, I’d hand over my wallet and phone willingly."

"Shush, you’d have to run into me first."

Old Qin snorted dismissively and retorted:

"Even if the guards didn’t stop me, could I, a wheelchair user, really outrun a big fellow like you? Prepare! Calibrate the first shot, fire!"