Chapter 253

As one of the players' earliest allies, the relationship between the dungeon and the Iron Hoof Tribe remains quite close.

Therefore, compared to over a month ago, the ox-headed people have now leapfrogged the Bronze Age straight into the Iron Age.

Although not enough for full heavy armor due to output and cost, they are still well-equipped; standing together, they resemble a wall cast of steel.

He slammed the heavy siege hammer in his hand onto the ground, and Agus spoke.

"I heard that damned mercenaries ambushed the market caravan, causing heavy casualties among the caravan guards. We're allies—why didn't you tell me about such a big matter?"

"Speak up—when are we going to go retake the field?"

Moreover, not only the Iron Hoof Tribe, but the Scale Armor Tribe and Dog Dog Village, seeking revenge for their kin, also spoke up.

"Those who died are our brothers and sisters—we should be the most anxious and angry, so we must go too!"

Even the newly joined, still somewhat chaotic Magic Spirit Tribe and Sharp Tooth Tribe sent envoys.

"Those supplies were your aid to us, so those good people died because of us. If we continue to coldly stand by, wouldn't we be ashamed to have nowhere to hide?"

Even the dwarves and moles, who basically have no combat strength, voluntarily requested to join the fight.

"We may lack combat strength, but at least we can pull the trigger—even if we just block a dark arrow for you elders, it counts as repaying your kindness."

Although there are self-interests, although everyone's diplomatic rhetoric is clumsy, although the allied army was only just formed somewhat hastily.

But the underground plains, which have never known peace since memory began, for the first time saw most of its inhabitants, regardless of race or past allegiance, choose to stand together.

Faced with such frankness from everyone, as the host of this feast, the players naturally could no longer be stingy.

The various guilds laid out their stored munitions in the square before High Tower Castle, calling on tribe members to join their ranks.

And then…

"Huh? The Gatling we had in the contingency plan has already been built by the Challengers?"

"Huh? So your secretly developed mysterious weapon is the Winchester?"

"Huh? I was still planning to quietly craft a revolver to astonish you all……"

As veteran arms dealers, both Nightwalker in Brocade and the Challengers unveiled their latest equipment at this "Defense Exhibition."

Although the deployment of these classic weapons is worth celebrating, it's merely an expected technological outcome; conversely, the birth of a third arms dealer is more surprising.

In the new era's internet context, "ox and horse" is usually a self-deprecating term for workers who bitterly smile after overtime.

But if "ox and horse" can stand for them, does that mean the term itself denotes the ultimate worker?

Therefore…

From the roar of the first hammer strike on the anvil, to the massive armaments of the mechanical workshop, to players first picking up firearms, beastman players have already experienced much.

Now they decide to embark on their greatest venture—from working for others to becoming bosses themselves!

The most important thing in independent entrepreneurship is direction; currently every industry is a red sea, the waters deep, entering means drowning.

However, just as the Beast Heart guild—a pure beastman player guild—hesitated, an opportunity arrived.

Although most closed-beta players are Huaxia natives, there are also some foreigners who happen to possess skills hard to master in Huaxia.

For example, Miss Squirrel, who shares Howard's hometown, was born in Florida and raised in California.

Having grown up sucking on 5.56mm standard rifle rounds, she possesses the same firearms expertise as her engineer father.

Moreover, from age two onward, she learned from her military-background mother many excellent social skills for heated arguments.

Though she had perfect attendance from elementary through high school, her exam scores were disastrously awful—so bad that even the wildest little delinquent looks like a hardcore scholar by comparison.

Yet her athletic prowess is so brutal it can make any sports student drop to their knees in tears, and in her spare time she likes to brawl with gangsters in back alleys, helping the local police solve numerous issues.

If she were born in chaotic times, all she'd need is to convert the total time she endured verbal torment in the principal's office into a single Longchang enlightenment; with her extraordinarily strong skill set, she could certainly become a reserve hardcore tough, ready to write her glorious life alongside the spicy crispy little devils or the FBI.

Yet her outdated talent allocation is wholly unfit for this fast‑evolving Z‑era, and ever since she got into college on her sports grades she's been running into obstacles everywhere.

After failing to make the women's track team for lacking two eggs, the furious she produced her father's AR15… and the car keys.

Practicing oral broadcast calisthenics alone, she drove a Ford pickup to receive an express air‑shipped package from overseas, and thus 【Squirrel Sandy】 was born.

Initially, she tried to fit the overseas version, posing as an Asian otaku girl who loves 2D.

But facts show that some things simply cannot be faked by mere pretense.

Upon hearing that at fourteen she had bravely thwarted a zero‑yuan purchase with the pink Glock her father had secretly given her, and being a painter herself, the worldwide pure‑love milk‑cow friends softly inquired.

"Ma'am, you're a well‑off white friend, right?"

"Uh, how would you know? Do you Huaxia folks really tell fortunes?"

"Because… Asians steer clear of trouble, other ethnicities fear death, they'd absolutely never dare to mess with guns in front of the cops."

"???"

However, this is actually not a bad thing.

After learning of the other party's partial true identity and special talent, the 【Beast Heart】, then living in the age when everyone was an arms dealer, decided to help Sandy fully unleash this ability.

And in one fell swoop they fast‑forwarded the tech tree straight to revolvers!

Who would have thought the timing of successful mass production would be neither late nor early, but exactly this crucial moment.

Not to mention the trial samples, even several extremely crude iteration versions from their R&D were snatched clean.

Because Sandy's design stamps a squirrel head on every gun, this batch of four‑not‑like semi‑original revolvers is also known as squirrel revolvers.

Naturally, since the seller is 【Beast Heart】, players will affectionately say——

"President, why do they keep muttering something…… pressure Masnei when they hold pistols?"

"And they claim to be a twenty‑four‑year‑old senior in the arms department, wanting to thunderously crush mercenary thieves with a beast‑like heart…… Lei… Pu?"

Wozbaside: "You don't need to worry so much about homo stuff!"

In short, with the players' armament strength after emptying their savings, even willing mole‑folk can don a makeshift rough leather armor.

Moreover, reinforcements from the subterranean plains kept arriving, so by nine that night the vicinity of the high‑tower castle was completely sealed.

In the crowd some excitedly spoke to the livestream, some repeatedly fondled the weapons they'd received, while others just sighed.

Those were the closed‑beta players gazing at the crowd, feeling myriad emotions.

Back then there were only a little over a hundred players; with the aid of the game mechanics and the scheming of the traps, it took them a full three days to wipe out more than three thousand goblins.

And now? I find myself becoming such a formidable military force that a single battle can decide the world, taking the initiative to strike and utterly destroy the enemy.

So when the ten‑o'clock bell rang precisely, the spearmen suddenly raised their weapons.

"Spear in hand! Follow me! Kill the mercenaries! Capture the camp!"

In fact, he didn't need to shout at all; the allied forces were already yelling a jumble of slogans as they emerged eastward from the dungeon, charging straight at the mercenary camp.

However, because there was a half‑day cooling‑off period, they didn't opt for a simple, brute‑force swarm march.

Instead, shortly after leaving the dungeon they quickly split into multiple detachments, conducting a relatively low‑key, dispersed march from all directions.

Moreover, the iron‑bow wolf riders and some highly mobile orc players also broke into small squads to scout and ambush any sentry scouts the mercenaries might have.

But reality proved they overthought it; aside from a few drunken low‑rank mercenaries who wanted to "borrow a meal" from nearby small Tribes, there were no other valuable finds.

After a round of GreatMemoryRestorationTechnique, they successfully extracted the underlying reason.

It turned out that after the successful raid in the morning, the entire camp remained on high alert for a long time, fearing a furious counter‑attack by the angry Pioneers.

Yet even by dusk, not a single human—let alone the locals who despise both people and dogs—was willing to come near.

The Vice Alliance Leader An De Lu, who was in charge of overseeing the overall situation, announced in the afternoon that he would head to Sunlight City, intending to "sell some goods first to fund the army expenses."

And with his departure, he took away the few worst, most bossy bastards who usually ruled the camp.

Looking around, the mercenaries, now with a clearer head, were pleasantly surprised to discover—hey! The enemy hasn't come, the boss is absent!

So they immediately displayed their third nature, coexisting with cruelty and greed—laziness.

"Captain, we have money now; I have a bottle of Reno whiskey here, let's celebrate after all these hard days!"

First sip, second sip…

"No, no, just a little taste is enough; we still have to stand watch tonight!"

Third glass, fourth glass…

"If I say don't drink, then don't drink; beware the Self‑Discipline Squad might see you and whip you!"

Fifth bottle, sixth bottle…

"Burp… everyone, keep your mouths in check; Alliance Leader An De Lu doesn't like people talking nonsense…"

Seventh barrel, eighth barrel…

"Damn it, it's just a bit of wine; why are you all babbling about An De Lu? Do you even see me, the captain, any more?"

Ninth crate, tenth crate…

"An De Lu! You're the songstress, right?"

Since An De Lu is going to the city to sell goods, what he took away were naturally mostly military supplies; the majority of food and alcohol that were hard to sell were left behind.

And although these Pioneers are bastards, the food and drink they prepare are actually quite good—hey, much tastier than the pork stew that the old boss's bastard makes!

With fine wine and good dishes, plus a group of like‑minded good brothers, the mercenaries quickly became elated.

Now they ignored all night‑watch, guards, and caution about the Pioneers—one word: "Do it!" If they don't, they aren't giving their brothers any face!

But…

Do you believe in the Fourth Day Disaster?

I admire the NPCs who dare to provoke players

Because they might die

Yangyue, wait until I'm proficient

I will definitely spread players across the world

The world will eventually fall into love and peace

One more time

The descent is about to speed up

【Prosperous Tang Warrior】

【God's Whip】

【Western Hero】

【Goblin】

【Armored Bullhead】

【Mandarin Duck Formation】

【Line Infantry】

【Wall‑style Charge】

【Zhuge Crossbow】

【Multi‑Barrel Rotating】

【Lever‑Action Rifle】

That is all for now

【MADEINDISASTER】

I, in the name of the giant cannon, order you to stand down!!! (Physical)

There really is a giant cannon!

I don't know which rich guy loves the refined governance of the New Dynasty, but he splurged a fortune to forge a Wu Er Ban giant cannon.

This weapon, five meters long, seventeen tons heavy, with a terrifying 762 mm caliber, makes transportation a real chore.

Back then, the Ottoman emperor spent massive manpower and resources, taking a full six weeks to deliver it to the foot of Constantinople.

But for players living in a fantasy world, these are merely minor inconveniences of a great weapon.

After all, as long as you carry the whole thing in your backpack, the pre‑loaded giant cannon can be taken out and used at any time.

Even though its enemies were not the thick walls of Constantinople, but merely a makeshift wooden and stone structure, this did not stop the players from going all out.

With a roar that almost shook the ceiling down, the heavy specially-made shells flew out with a deadly whistling.

It effortlessly destroyed everything in its path, whether steel or earth, as if a god had mercilessly flicked a finger at the mortal world.

Thus the dazed mercenaries in the camp had no time to react, and even the surrounding walls and objects were smashed together into bloody pulp.

Moreover, the Urban cannon was merely the players' signal for a 'special opening' bombardment; the true great horror was still to come in the form of the Celestial Machinery Legion.

In this battle the players intended to leave no survivors, and did not consider the bandit mercenaries to be 'people', so they carried out a completely indiscriminate all-out bombardment.

From the early tiger-crouching cannons to the later Hui Hui cannons, and finally the newest twelve-pound field cannons, they used everything they could fire.

Even after this ravaging, although the camp had been built quite large to accommodate thousands of people's eating, drinking, and waste, it was still reduced to a ruin.

But in the air there were sharp-eyed bat people serving as observers, and Ashley's old guard saw that among them there were still fortunate mercenaries fleeing in a daze.

So he lit the torch in his hand and waved it up and down repeatedly in the air, signaling to continue.

Continue!

But what continued was not the cannon, but……

"Vanguard Army, follow me in the charge!"

Even the slightest obstacle fell under the cannon's continuous bombardment, and the defenseless mercenary camp seemed to them like a boss treating them to a meal.

——Throw away the bowl, I'll just rush straight to the pot and eat!

Iron Bow Wolf Cavalry led the way, armored ox-head infantry formed the core, and the remaining gaps were filled by players specialized in melee combat.

The mercenaries finally came to their senses after the continuous roar, only to see the Great Khan drawing his bow to shoot an arrow, and a whistling arrow flying toward them.