Rebirth Game Tycoon

Wang Sanlu kept silent, and with a light click, he opened the wooden box and took out a dark long knife from it.

"Yeah! What are you going to do, you dead ghost? Touch the knife in the middle of the night, you are not afraid to scare people!" His big-footed daughter-in-law was half awake and sleepy, but she suddenly opened her eyes and saw her honest husband With the knife in his hand, it was really scary.

Wang Sanlu smiled, and said in a huff, "You sleep on you! I'll do a favor!"

His tone was very simple, as if he was going to the next door to sweep the ground, but if he didn't need to lift the knife, it would be more like it.

"What can I do for you? You are a thousand knives! What can you do to help? Do you have a level? Or are you equipped? Don't go to bed? Don't think about those who don't have it all day long!" The bigfoot wife glared and said angrily .

She thought her husband would go to bed as usual, obedient and obedient.

Unexpectedly, there was a rare gentleness in Wang Sanlu's eyes.

The rough man from the northwest shook his head, and said sincerely: "No! It's not the same! I heard the celebrities on the street say that the Qingyu Newspaper will give the antidote to the plague tomorrow morning. Everyone is open, those noble lords won't let them do this! Tonight, it's destined to be uneven! I have to go!"

"With this prescription, the plague is gone! People's life will be better again. I can't let those bad-hearted nobles succeed, I have to go!"

"You, you can't fight!" The Bigfoot wife stammered.

"Let him go! He is Wang Wu's son! His father was the same man back then! You can't stop it." The desolate voice of the blind mother-in-law came from the next room.

"All the people in the newspaper are good people!" At this moment, Wang Sanlu’s eyes are shining. In his life, he has not been able to succeed in writing, and his life is very tight, but he feels that he should stand upright for a while, just timing Not arrived.

Now, the time has finally come. He must take up the knife, go out of the house, and fight for a chance to survive for the people of the world.

"Daughter-in-law, mother please! I'm leaving!" After that, Wang San rushed out of the house like a donkey.

His big-footed daughter-in-law was still standing by the bed, as if she knew her husband who was a bully on the first day.

There are still many people who have the same choices as Wang Sanlu. They rushed out of the house with knives and guns. Maybe their ranks are not high, and their combat power is not strong, but at this moment, they will spare their lives because they know that today If they don't work hard at night, no one will work hard for their wives and children in the future.

Rather than dying unclearly under the plague, it is better to pick up a knife, fight happily, and die without regrets. This is the truly bloody god of the nation.

In the darkness, I don't know how many people jumped out of their yard and gathered automatically at the gate of Qingyu Newspaper.

The caravan guards guarding the door were in a panic at first, and when they discovered that the dark figures gathered from all directions were all familiar faces, they couldn't help but smile with relief.

This is a righteous battle, and these people are obviously on the side of justice. No matter how strong the enemy is, they have no regrets and no regrets. It is worth it!

"Dear neighbors, everyone heard the noise outside, I'm afraid it is the noble lords who are about to start the Qingyu Newspaper! We have to protect the newspaper and the justice of the people!" a middle-aged scholar in a long shirt said Said.

The gown on his body has been washed a little white, with a few inconspicuous patches on it, and an iron door bolt in his hand, which looks nondescript, but also majestic.

"Xiu Cai, you have to go to battle?" Someone laughed in the crowd.

Neighbors in the neighborhood recognize him. He is Lu Xiucai at Dongjiekou. He usually teaches several young children to study. He is always gentle and polite.

Unexpectedly, even Lu Xiucai came, and also brought the iron gate bolts of the private school.

"Although I am a scholar, I know righteousness and justice, I must come!"

Lu Xiucai paused and said vigilantly: "Dear folks, we want to protect the Qingyu Newspaper, but we have to talk about methods, and we can't go crazy! The situation is very unfavorable now, everyone, listen to me. "

Everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, listening to Lu Xiucai.

"If there is a large group of enemies later, we will greet them, but we can't turn our heads and rush forward. Otherwise, the guards guarding the Qingyu Newspaper Hall will not be able to distinguish the enemy from us and will only cause them trouble. Understand? "

Hearing that Lu Xiucai was right, everyone suddenly agreed.

Lu Xiucai turned his head again and said to the caravan guards guarding the entrance of the Qingyu Newspaper: "Brothers guarding, you must remember that tonight is suitable for defense and not for attack. You only need to guard the newspaper. By dawn, we will win. ."

"So, the first wave of consumption will be done by us. You only need to rely on the terrain and defend with all your strength! In addition, two brothers are sent to guard the high places on both sides of the newspaper. If there is a change, we will notify the next in time. We must Stick to the risk and buy time!"

Lu Xiucai's words are not unreasonable, and even the caravan's guards nodded repeatedly.

Unexpectedly, in this market, there are people who are well versed in the art of war, who are hidden in the city, and the ancients sincerely don't deceive me!

After Lu Xiucai finished speaking, he immediately cast his gaze into the dark night ahead.

In fact, although he thought of some things, he couldn't say it.

Because the Qingyu Newspaper’s battle is decisive. It is not these generous and passionate righteous men, nor the caravan guards who are begging for orders. The key lies in the top powerhouses. Once the rich and powerful have dispatched real masters, those The combat power far exceeds the existence of ordinary people, and everything will be meaningless.

Only with a passion of blood can not stop the real top powerhouses. They can directly break through the defense line and rush into the Qingyu Newspaper Building to carry out beheading tactics, or choose to burn down the printing factory on the first floor of the newspaper.

If you are the commander of the enemy, you can mix the top powerhouses in the team that is attacking the newspaper, and then suddenly break out in the melee. There is no master at the newspaper, and it is simply impossible to resist.

Therefore, Lu Xiucai let the neighbours bury their heads and rush forward, in fact, hoping that there will be fewer unnecessary sacrifices.

A bitter autumn wind blew by, and the deserted long street showed a sense of solemnity.

The enemy finally appeared!

The heads were crowded in front, a large black shadow was crushed, and a sharp blade in his hand, he took a big step and rushed to the Qingyu Newspaper.

These people in black are all shrouded in dark shadows. There is no sign on them. Even the weapons in their hands are all standard straight swords. No one speaks, only heavy breathing and getting closer. Footsteps.

These people in black are like the gods of death hiding in the dark night. They also know that their identities are not visible, so they are all covered with black scarves. Only the few leading people cover their faces with red scarves to show the difference.

"Kill!" Wang Sanlu rushed out first, waving the black saber in his hand, bravely facing the group of people in black.

The righteous men from the bottom followed closely, holding all kinds of weapons, and with a brave and brave attitude, they rushed towards the group of people in black who were not seen.

boom!Boom!

The men and horses on both sides met hand in hand, like two torrents, collided fiercely.

There were vigorous crashes everywhere, the sound of knives and guns stabbing into the flesh, and the muffled hum of the wounded.

The bursts of light energy, like lightning that pierced the darkness, instantly illuminated the dark long street like daylight.

With a brutal force, Wang Sanlu was the first to enter the men in black.

The battle knife in his hand flew up and down, continuously injecting the power of the light pattern in his body into the blade, rushing from left to right, killing the people in black back and forth.

A sense of pride surged in his heart for no reason.

Prodigal girl!Did you see it?Your husband is not useless!

Although Wang Sanlu did not pass the conscription test in the city of Fashen, it does not mean that he has no strength!That time he lost his qualifications as a soldier because he was unwilling and did not have the money to bribe.

At this moment, Wang Sanlu felt that he was a great general on the battlefield, fighting to protect his homeland and defend his relatives, he was extremely glorious!

The people in black obviously did not expect that they would encounter the snipers of this group of civilian masters. These fights were out of order. Seeing that they were clearly dressed as opponents of a group of people, there was something they lacked, which could be called. Something for courage.

These ordinary people of the gods only fought with blood and courage, and their strengths were mixed. They were far from being a rival, but this group of people in black actually flinched. Many of them were not willing. Fighting against such an opponent, because it is a shame for them as professional soldiers.

That’s right, the true identities of this group of people in black are actually a certain unit of Fashen City. They were ordered to come here to complete this unseen mission, but they did not expect that the first encounter was not the soft businessmen. The team guards, but a group of real people.

The mission of soldiers should have been to protect these people!But they are going to hurt these people in their own country, to take away their most precious things!

Seeing that the subordinates were not strong in fighting spirit, they were forced to retreat by a group of flat-headed people, and the few leaders in black clothes wearing red kerchiefs started shouting.

"No retreat! Kill the enemy!"

"Kill them! Run over!"

"Complete the task, treat everyone equally! Cut off those who violate the order!"

Under the urging of the officer, the people in black had to harden their hearts and swung their sharp blades at their opponents.

The people in black were in groups of three or five, and it was easy to form a battle. With sophisticated tactics, it would not take long to disperse these people.

In addition to the few front-row fighters among them, there are also a large number of back-row mages. The spells are extremely destructive, and almost only need to form a horn formation, and then a round of hell thunder, and the common people around them are injured. There is no way to fight back.

The caravan guards at the back watched this scene, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, but they could only gritted their teeth and watched the venerable warriors being knocked to the ground, struggling with pain, but could not come forward to support, because they had more. The important task is to defend the Qingyu Newspaper.

In fact, the people on both sides are very clear about each other’s identities, the kind of monster-scratching hell thunder, and only a well-trained military squad can cooperate seamlessly. These black-clothed men are a certain branch of the city of Fashen. army!