The players in region 902 had a wonderful idea: they just followed along, waving flags and shouting, implying that all they had to do was go up and fight.
Even if the nation war is lost, there will be a strong player to take the fall. Moreover, there are so many powerful guilds in the Chinese server, and there must be quite a few with support cards.
We can't just stand by and watch most of us get killed and lose this national war, can we?
So they shamelessly pretended to be stupid, saying, "We're bad, we're just ordinary players. Whether we win or lose, it's not our fault. We've tried our best!"
Qi Xu was truly amused and exasperated; the anger in his chest was almost burning into a ridiculous and absurd situation...
Looking back at Fu Shou Mian Mian beside him, he indeed saw the helpless to almost numb expression on her face, with a hint of self-mockery hidden in her eyes.
"Don't make our Mianmian so angry she'll go crazy." Qi Xu twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear, "Reality will teach them to grow up. Let's not fight amongst ourselves. Not everyone is worth risking our lives to save."
Fu Shou Mianmian gave a bitter laugh, feeling the mental energy she had consumed, and then glanced at the players with "fearless" expressions on their faces. Her voice was hoarse: "We can't just watch them die, can we? We really don't want to lose a single game in the national war."
“We can’t just watch them die,” Qi Xu sneered, “but if they want to live, we can’t rely on them alone. If they can’t even save themselves, no one can save them.”
The powerful roar of the vehicle swept in, followed by the earth-shattering roar of the R-country player using an item: "Cowards of China! Useless trash who only know how to fight amongst themselves! Come and die!"
Not only were there verbal provocations, but the moment those words were spoken, a dense whistling sound suddenly rang out! Hundreds and thousands of arrows attacked from high above.
These must be special items. The moment these sword feathers land, they ignite with blue flames that are difficult to extinguish. Once they touch your skin, they burn fiercely along clothing and flesh, even burning sizzling holes in various protective gear or shields...
The players in Region 902's expressions changed drastically; their previous sense of "fearlessness" shattered instantly.
In a panic, people scrambled backward, some even using their companions as shields. Some screamed, "Invincible Black Whirlwind, save us!" Others collapsed to the ground, their legs trembling, too weak to even run, only turning back to pray in the direction of the Invincible Black Whirlwind...
Qi Xu watched all this quietly, unable to describe her feelings. But the only thing she was certain of was that her initial desire to help these people was gradually cooling down and crumbling into dust.
In this round of the game, Qi Xu had seen teams banding together to fight to the death in desperate situations, and solo players who would still draw their swords even when they knew they were no match for them. But he had never seen a group of people who had "survival" engraved in their bones, who did not even dare to have the thought of resistance, who would only place their hopes on others, and who would even step on the corpses of their companions to escape.
Or, can this even be called human?
Qi Xu believes that Chinese players have always been united, and only now do they realize that perhaps it is because they are in a high enough position that many unsavory things cannot reach their eyes.
This trip uncovered many problems, but it also brought new insights.
Since the start of this round of the game, I have witnessed too many touching moments of fighting side by side and protecting each other with their lives. Those burning loyalty and perseverance have moved me deeply.
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