My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1395 - 471. Development team: Due to environmental and other factors, we have recycled instance materials!

Chapter 1395: 471. Development team: Due to environmental and other factors, we have recycled instance materials!

Several days after a probing attack was thwarted, the assault on Poisonous Town from three directions has never ceased.

The Players’ Guilds on the three battlefronts are waiting for troop deployment and reinforcements to be ready, so they hold their ground, but the casual players who joined temporarily didn’t have as many considerations.

They took turns attacking in their own way, and these new players, full of courage, took the lead, allowing them to understand the process of challenging instances in "Real Different World" in a few days, albeit with significant casualties due to the ineptitude and overconfidence typical of newcomers.

After several failed attacks with heavy losses, the newcomers became more cautious.

They started to learn from the veteran players, adopting all sorts of sneaky but effective ambush strategies, trying to challenge these instance elite troops by banding together.

First, Old Qin led four art students to capture two Netherworld Knights and blow up Skeleton War Horses by luring them into traps and bombarding them with precision using small tubes. Thus, over the following days, the "Little Monster Leading Horse Team" was steadily established.

Their mode of operation was quite sneaky.

They utilized Slow Skills or traps to slow down the infantry monsters and create "monster" separation, then focus-fired on the elite undead horsemen, acting with precision and efficiency, grabbing what they could and running away without getting entangled with the surrounding undead.

This back-and-forth developed into a kind of "turn-based game," which was both amusing and frustrating.

This standoff that evolved into a "sit-down war" did not improve until reinforcement forces arrived on the three fronts, and after the reinforcements were in place, the formal push to conquer Poisonous Town accelerated drastically.

On a hillside camp previously captured by the students, Major Ron stood beside his position, gallantly wearing a hat to cover his scar-riddled bald head, looking through binoculars alongside Colonel Fraser.

Behind the two officers, at a distance, twenty field guns provided by the Exploration Corps were lined up in a row.

Under the gloomy clouds of the swamp, these instruments of war sparkled with a cold light, like iron spikes pointing towards the sky. Well-trained artillerymen were busy adjusting the firing angles, while special measuring personnel were adjusting their Calculating Pearls to set the firing parameters of the cannons.

The sight of these "regular troops" going to battle attracted a group of new players who came to spectate. They subjected the artillerymen to a series of harsh critiques, from their dressing to their actions, and then planned to watch the NPC artillerymen up close, so they could learn a thing or two themselves.

Who knows? Maybe it would come in handy when it was their turn to man the guns.

Major Ron’s injuries from an outpost before had healed, only his burned-off hair and beard had yet to grow back, making him look quite odd for the time being, but this did not affect the mood of the militarily born officer, who was presently full of confidence and satisfaction.

In recent times, he and his soldiers had proven their courage in battles throughout the swamp.

And now, being able to advance to this point, facing the Jackal-man Vanguard, signifies that Goldenrod Kingdom’s soldiers have touched the Goddess of Victory’s hem in their fight against the Black Disaster.

Although it was the Transia People who led the charge from start to finish, if this battle was considered a joint military effort, then their indispensable contribution to this victory could not be ignored.

"Now dad has no reason to scold me for being a prodigal son anymore. He always stresses that scars are a man’s medals. Ha, now I have my own medals," thought Major Ron. After consulting with Colonel Fraser, he mounted his horse named "Spoils of War," a Skeleton War Horse, and returned to the gunner position.

Two artillery lieutenants came up to report that they were ready to provide artillery support, and the 300-man assault infantry brought by Fraser were also ready to enter battle at any moment. Of course, without a command from the frontline vampires, these soldiers would not actively participate in the fight and would only guard the artillery position.

"Set the target ahead! The outer perimeter of Poisonous Town’s Skeleton Army garrison! Artillery orientation confirmed, prepare to adjust fire!"

At Ron’s command, the artillerymen sprang into action.

They went through a short and effective process to perform a final check on the readiness of the twenty cannons.

After everything was set, two field guns on either side of the position fired one after the other. Amidst the low roar and shaking ground, two high-explosive shells mixed with Burning Gold Powder exploded at the undead garrison on the outskirts of Poisonous Town.

Although the scene was not as spectacular as the explosion of incendiary bombs, these siege weapons had undeniable destructive power.

The two adjusting shells were very accurate, perfectly destroying a fortification on the undead garrison. The inclusion of Burning Gold enhanced the explosive power of the shells, and the shrapnel made the undead nearby almost explode into pieces.

The true sounds of war also caused the players on the western battlefront, who were gathering for the charge, to cover their ears. Although some guys clamor on the forums all day that we need real artillery, actually witnessing the cannon’s force was probably the first time for many of them.

"Holy crap! This firepower is way beyond what those mortars and hand cannons can deliver!"

Threejin Sweet Potato Burn stared wide-eyed at the flying debris over the undead garrison ahead, and witnessed the comical scene of an unlucky undead shield holder get blown into the air by the explosion and turned into eight pieces.