War Paradise

"Report, our army was defeated..."

The messenger brought depressing news, and the young lord of Warscar City lowered his head slumped.

The opposition situation in this territory has become more and more serious, and his focus has always been on internal affairs. The troops sent out are basically directly handed over to the two generals.

Before the war, he also dispatched intelligence personnel to sneak into Flamewind City to investigate. The message returned at the time was: "The Flamewind City is already poor enough for soldiers to farm and make money."

After receiving such information, he did not directly launch an offensive. Instead, he asked the generals and diplomats of Warscar City again, and the information he got was exactly the same:

——The current Flame Wind Army can be said to be vulnerable. Under the offensive of the Warscar Army, they would be completely wiped out within two days.

After synthesizing this information, the lord chose to start the war directly in order to divert the contradictions in Warscar City.

Now it seems that I definitely made the wrong decision.

"How did it happen?"

The long-haired young man with red complexion raised his head and straightened the collar of the wolf fur coat, his dark eyes fixed on the herald: "Will the Battle Scar Army lose to the Flame Wind Army? Give me a reason..."

Facing the question of the new lord, the messenger was unable to answer for a while.

Then, a hoarse female voice rang from outside the tent, answering the question:

"The Flame Wind Army sent new weapons, and our army suffered heavy casualties."

Hearing this, the young lord, who tied his hair in a bunch, turned his head abruptly and stared at the fox girl who had just entered the camp: "What new weapon?"

"It's a square-shaped chariot, with indestructible armor and powerful attacking power." The fox girl who had just lost her family had her slender eyes reddening: "I have never seen a weapon like that. Our army's fox chariot is in front of it. It's not an opponent at all."

"Cube-shaped...chariot?"

Although I didn't see what the enemy's "new weapon" looked like, when he heard the description, the lord had already seen the appearance of an infantry fighting vehicle.

"How come? This kind of thing won't appear in this era." The boy murmured.

The C virus that I gave to the general was indeed obtained from another map. But armored vehicles, such "giant props", cannot be brought into this game.

The background of the story of this map is the period of melee between the lords in ancient times. With current technology and productivity, it is a fantasy to create a modern infantry fighting vehicle.

So, what did the Flame Wind Army send to destroy the black technology of Warscar City?

The lord himself once rode in a chariot developed by the followers of the fox god. Judging from the technological level of this era, the fox chariot can be regarded as an invincible existence.

It stands to reason that the Fox Chariot should be able to crush the weak Flame Wind Army. But the development of the situation was completely beyond his expectation.

"They defeated you only by that tank?" the lord asked.

"No, they have other weapons." The fox girl's eyes drooped and her face was frustrated: "One of their squad, carrying special long-range weapons, a bit like a light crossbow for individual soldiers, but no matter how powerful it is. The rate of fire is still much higher than that of a light crossbow. Our army's armor can't stop the attack of that weapon at all."

"Light crossbow?"

After hearing this description, the lord waved his hand and ordered the guards beside him to stand aside, and pushed the paper and pen in front of him to the other end of the table: "Did you see the weapon clearly? If you do, draw it. , And draw the chariot you see on it by the way."

"Yes."

The fox girl stretched out her furry paws, held the pen and began to draw what she saw.

Although the painting style is somewhat "fauvism", from the outlines of the two pictures, the lord of Warscar City immediately realized that the things equipped by the Flame Wind Army are indeed not weapons from this era:

"This is... AK and armored vehicles?"

Looking at the two things on the paper that he had seen many times in modern maps, the boy couldn't help sighing: his worst guess before has indeed come true.

The Flame Wind Army didn't know where to get modern infantry fighting vehicles and AKs. Faced with the Flame Wind Army equipped with modern weapons, the Battle Scar Army under his command could only end in failure!

To make matters worse, once the Warscarred Army is defeated in this war, one can imagine his own fate.

"This is not good..."

The lord opens the status bar to view his current attribute value. Unsurprisingly, after the defeated troops returned to Warscar City, their own prestige has also undergone a subtle change:

Role name: Gatekeeper.

Kills: 0

Domination points: 20.

Prestige: -5000.

Strength: 35.

Agility: 40.

Stamina: 36.

Lucky: 12.

"Why would I randomly come to this kind of territory? It's really going to kill me."

The gatekeeper murmured, but there was still a gloomy smile on his face.

As a "background board" that has long appeared in various high-end games, the goalkeeper belongs to the kind that plays very well, but is always inexplicably defeated.

In the passerby game, he has won a brilliant winning streak, which is also the reason why invitations were sent to him in the second invitational tournament. However, once he encounters those powerful players, his luck will drop inexplicably, and he will withdraw midway for various reasons.

Of course, in this game there are even more "terminators", but the goalkeeper also knows that he has a high probability of becoming a background board this time, and the probability of winning is extremely low.

Why this happened, he actually couldn't be clearer:

"There's nothing to be nervous about, can you stop being nervous?"

He kept reminding himself in his mind, but he still felt a little fear.

Even though he has become a well-known player in this game, his old problems that are easy to get nervous, but still show no signs of getting better. In the face of extremely powerful opponents, or when encountering a sudden attack, his operation will still "transform".

The conditions in the territory have already caused him torment, and the Warscar Army that thought it could crush the opponent was also defeated. It seems that this time, even if I am no longer nervous, I may not be able to recover...

The prestige value of the gatekeeper continues to decline, seeing that it has dropped to minus seven thousand. Even the guards who had been loyal to him began to whisper something.

If it is in other maps, the gatekeeper will probably leave directly now, and then look for opportunities to make a comeback. But in this cruel war, it is difficult to get a chance to make a comeback.

In the eyes of the nightmare, whether the player himself is killed or the territory is completely occupied, the player will be judged as defeated and will directly exit.

The gatekeeper opened the lord's internal affairs interface and looked at it, then checked the map spread on the wooden table, and noticed the scope of his territory. He suddenly realized that he might have a chance to rise again!

"Have you been to the Doomsday Snow Mountain?" the gatekeeper suddenly asked.

"what?"

Hearing this thoughtless question, the fox girl didn't react for a while: "What are you going to do there?"

"I suddenly wanted to climb the mountain." The gatekeeper smiled slightly: "Would you like to come with me? You can't get along now, right?"

As a defeated general, the fox girl had an unusually solemn expression on her face. When she returned to the city, she was indeed awakened by a stone thrown by passers-by.

The orc residents of Warscar City have always been known for their extreme brutality. To rule this territory requires extremely powerful military power.

With the fiasco of the Warscar Army, the prestige of both the lord and the army was crushed together with the corpses of the wolf cavalry.

"What do you mean?" The fox girl stretched out her hand and rubbed the bulging bag on her shoulders.

"Rather than die here, it's better to develop in another place."

Since there are no outsiders here, the gatekeeper's statement is also very straightforward: "I think you don't want to just die like this."

"The Battle Scar Army is defending on the plateau, and our combat effectiveness is still strong." The fox girl's voice sounded a little weak: "It has been deployed now."

"But even so, you can't resist the Flame Wind Army." The gatekeeper coughed: "Besides, the Warscar Wolf Cavalry will not obey your command."

Now, the contradiction between the believers of the Wolf God and the believers of the Fox God in the city has tended to heat up. The gatekeeper also sent someone to investigate who was fanning the flames, but the agent he sent was missing.

At this time, the situation was internal and external, and he continued to stay in Warscar City, only to end up being torn to pieces by the rebels and angry orcs.

However, the territory of Warscar City is quite special.

The Doomsday Snow Mountain in the distance of the plateau and the mountains surrounding the Warscar Plateau were also judged to be the territory of Warscar City.

In other words, even if the Flame Wind Army occupied the Warscar Plateau, as long as they hid on the snow-capped mountains and transferred the ruling organs of Warscar City to the Doomsday Snow-capped Mountains, they would still not be judged to have lost all their territory!

Now that the situation is like this, it is better to throw this chaotic plateau city to the Flame Wind Army and let them also fall into the quagmire of believers' contradictions. Going to the mountains to make a fortune is the last "best option".

"You mean, let's hide on the snow mountain together?" The fox girl immediately reacted.

"Yes, take those who are willing to leave with us to build a brand-new'Warscar City' on the snow mountain." The gatekeeper smiled: "Let that snow mountain become our new territory, the Flame Wind Army is forever Unable to attack."

"But the environment there is extremely bad." The fox maiden shook her head: "I can, your words..."

"I have my own way of keeping warm." The gatekeeper didn't worry about being frozen to death at all, but just asked again: "What do you think?"

"It's also a way." The fox girl sighed, listening to the noisy voice outside the camp: "I can't... die here."

The old man who watched her grow up has fallen on the wasteland outside Flamewind City. The fox lady knew that her life had been exchanged for the old man's life. Even for the old general who died on the battlefield, she had to work hard to survive.

"Come with me." The gatekeeper nodded to the fox, then looked back at the strong men in the camp: "Are you going to go with me?"

"..."

Faced with the questions raised by the lord, the guards all remained silent.

Realizing that these guards should always end up with the lord, he was hesitating at this time. The gatekeeper sighed and said to the fox girl: "Do it."

The fox girl wearing black leather armor suddenly disappeared from the gatekeeper's eyes, and the movements of the four guards were all frozen in an instant, with their honest expressions on their faces forever.

"Go, Lord."

The fox girl shook her right hand to clean up the blood stains on the sharp claws. The gatekeeper picked up the backpack and left the tent with the general to inform his old entourage that he had gone.

It was not until the two of them left that the bodies of the four guards finally fell, and dripping blood spurted from the valgus wound on the throat.

...

Until all the soldiers on the guard tower confirmed the fact that they could not find any signs of the enemy. General Qin finally let out a sigh of relief:

"We won this battle, guys."

The pitch-black general raised his right fist, and the soldiers under his command who were lining up to count the number of soldiers burst into deafening cheers.

General Qin, who was still skeptical of ancient weapons, had nothing to say after seeing the power of chariots and assault rifles.

Everyone, including General Qin, could see that this battle was not won because of General Qin's command. Without the chariot driven by the lord, the Flame Wind Army has a high probability of retreating.

Whether it is the ferocious wolf cavalry in the Warscar Army, the precise riding archer, or the strange-looking fox chariot, they can all be regarded as no small threats. However, when facing the chariot driven by the general and the escort, the originally powerful enemy army turned into a vulnerable "paper tiger".

"So, I should still..."

"Or what should I do?"

The engineering master who did not know where he came from, raised his right arm to embrace General Qin’s shoulder, and with the help of the "ancient exoskeleton", he easily dragged General Qin to a place with few people, away from the soldiers in the group. .

"What are you doing? Old Chen."

General Qin pushed away the engineering master's arm a little dissatisfied: "I just know you are so frivolous."

"What is "frivolity"? I'm not your boyfriend." The engineering master who is usually unsmiling, said seriously.

"What on earth are you trying to say?" General Qin stared at the aging face of the engineering master: "I'm very busy now, Old Chen."

Listening to the unconvincing words of the other party, the engineering master couldn't help but laugh out: "I don't think you are too busy, otherwise you won't feel sorry for yourself."

"But I must atone for my sins." General Qin lowered his head: "Young Master will never trust me."

Seeing the dejected look of his old friend, the engineering master scolded: "Don't talk about these useless things, where is your previous vigorous vigor?"

"..." General Qin was silent.

"The current young master is a maverick. I like him a lot." The engineering master smiled: "Since you want to redeem your sins so much, then wait for the young master to issue a verdict on you. He will do it. Made a correct judgment."

General Qin slowly raised his head, looked at the engineering master, and asked softly: "Old Chen, do you think Yanfeng can rise again?"

"of course."

The engineering master nodded without hesitation: "With that'new lord' here, Yanfeng's future is bright. Just wait and see, friend."