Chapter 540: Heavy casualties (Part 1)

After experiencing countless battles between the enemy and the weak, Zhang Mu always dispatched his troops to take the initiative to attack as soon as possible, and went to the center of the battlefield to deal with the enemy, and no longer stood in place and defended passively like before.

The advantage of taking the initiative is that you can attack and retreat and defend. There is enough battlefield space for the troops to gallop. If the enemy's offensive is too strong, you can retreat to the rear at any time. Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that if the player is not skilled enough, he is very dangerous to be surrounded by a large number of enemies.

At the beginning, such tactics could work. Slowness, blindness, chain lightning, etc. could cause damage to them, but as time passed by minute by minute, as the amount of ammunition carried by the long-range shooters became less and less, the scene gradually became chaotic. Faced with an extremely large number of nomadic militia legion, where is the only 24 to 28 rounds of ammunition enough?

If it were a small-scale battle in normal times, the melee system could still play a role, at least it could fight with the opponent's troops.

It's not possible now. The opposite side is full of nomadic archers who can be close or far away. Not to mention those ordinary melee troops, even the 1,300-unit fallen angel, Zhang Mu dared not release it casually.

Although he has not personally experienced the power of nomadic militia, from the damage to the surrounding partners, Zhang Mu could probably guess that the attack power of nomadic militias with a total of 1,000 units was only higher than that of the Hot Musketeer.

If you release the fallen angel and fight with them, you will definitely be killed in ten lives, and you will definitely be killed in seconds and not even a scum left.

"Brother, no! I can't stand it anymore. The firepower of these archers is so fucking strong!" The fat man was covered in sweat, his forehead was bulging, and he said with a sad face: "I would have been here if I had known..."

He was the one who cried and shouted yesterday to join Zhang Mu, but he was the one who cried and shouted today to withdraw from the team. In short, fat people are cheap.

Being with Zhang Mu, you get merits quickly, but this is too exciting, right? How can the heart of ordinary people withstand such troubles?

"Take it slow, don't worry! Use more magic! We can win!" Zhang Mu glanced at the thousands of teams of nomadic militia opposite, and gently tapped the virtual screen with his left hand a few times.

"Summon! The Hort clan leader!"

This is Zhang Mu's first summoning, with 800 units of the Hote clan leader.

"Wow! Where did this boss army come from?" The fat man and others were envious again and wanted to vomit blood.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "I don't have three or three, so I dare not go to the snow mountain! Let's see if I play!" Zhang Mu's right hand only scanned the *** panel and skill list of the HOT clan leader, and immediately remembered the cooling time and release time of his attack skills.

After all, he was the one who just fought with the clan leader yesterday. He secretly remembered the name of each attack skill and would never forget it for a while!

"Ring of fire from the musket!" As soon as the Grandpa Hot appeared, he showed everyone his amazing group attack ability. Two silver ivory guns were dancing out of flowers. With the appearance of a large red attack pattern, countless red lines instantly covered hundreds of units of nomadic militia. Immediately afterwards, all the nomadic militias shrouded in red lines suffered floating damage of 200 to 400 units!

"The coverage is so big... the attack is so strong! Brother! You are simply not a human! No, your boss is not a human!" The fat man roared out everyone's thoughts.

Zhang Muke didn't have time to pay attention to them. After knocking down a bottle of Fire Dragon Potion, he used the Ice Age again, alleviating the crisis in the romance of the night.

The night was romantic, maybe because I was so excited that I looked at my right side. There were many nomadic militia who were preparing to step over from the right flank.

I have to say that the Northeastern guys standing on the edge and the night romance are the people who are under the most pressure on the battlefield.

"Thank you, thank you." Ye Se Roman said in a daze.

"It's okay, be careful about the edges and don't let them take a detour." After Zhang Mu said that, he turned to see the Northeastern man. He was guarding without any leakage. More than 100,000 skeleton soldiers stood in the rain of bullets under Shante's "Spirit Gathering".

"Brother, you're too small. If it's 2,000 units... wouldn't you lose a lot of them in a flash?" The fat man cheered up and thought to himself.

"You think I don't know! Heroes are still level 1. If Meng Gangban has a level 40 strategy...oh!" Zhang Mu changed the topic and said: "Retreat, those with 'trap magic' and 'amnesia magic' should put it hard for me, so you must keep a distance from them!"

Grandpa Hot is indeed a boss with super combat power, but he also has shortcomings. This army has no teleportation, and there is no means to avoid the opponent's attack. All skills are "mudgun techniques", which means that Grandpa Hot is not suitable for fighting with players alone. If you force it to summon it, the effect you can play is also very poor. Any team of long-range shooting will make him turn into a corpse in an instant.

"The boss troops used to challenge one-on-one are still the Jungle Robin Hood." Zhang Mu said to himself, and ran back dozens of meters with the Grand Chief Hot, and used the 'mulsh gun' again.

The battle on the grassland lasted for 4 hours, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Fortunately, there were fallen angels, the three killing weapons of Ice Age and the Hate clan leader, which saved the fate of being destroyed.

When the last team of nomadic militia was sucked by blood, everyone wanted to cry.

This is a brilliant victory!

"Glorious, my 10,000 centaur shooter..."

“My elemental shooter and advanced water element…”

"Damn, my corpse witch king..."

...

Everyone was yelling and scolding on the channel. The losses they suffered in this battle were so great that they could have nightmares.

Not only them, Zhang Mu also paid a huge price. Not to mention the 6 bottles of Fire Dragon Potion, the Dark Sacrifice Mage was destroyed, and the Confession Pastor was destroyed...

"Forget it, let's see the reward first." Zhang Mu felt very distressed.

‘Your valor shocked the nomadic militias on the Nepal grasslands, and they are willing to follow you forever! – 3,000 nomadic militias want to join your army, are they accepted?’

"Hey, there is still a replenishment of troops? Haha! It's worth it!" Everyone's eyes lit up. Although there were not many nomadic militias, they also dispelled the pain in their hearts. After all, they were pseudo-level 10 troops. Compared with centaurs, Dioudiu's second-level trash soldiers were much better.

(All Level 2 soldiers:…***!)

‘Congratulations on your merits…’

‘Congratulations to your skeleton worm for rising to level 17.’

‘Congratulations on seizing the nomadic militia’s ragged sabre x12481, the nomadic war horse x21290.’

"Brother Mu, what are the things seized for?" Long Gen asked.

Zhang Mu shook his head: "I don't know, but I guess it should be the one selling the store."

Standing in the green sea of ​​grasslands and resting for a while, Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes and said, "How are you, brothers, do you still want to walk up?"
Chapter completed!