T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 506, Question 505: Will the French also surrender after World War I?
They were certain of victory; that was the assurance the first two commanders made to the Black Sword Guardians.

Their answer was that they were almost overwhelmed in one fell swoop, forcing the Black Sword Guardians to interrupt the Tower World Challenge to return to the aid.

When current World War I commanders take over, they only dare to say "try their best."

Without checking the player information for Snow Water Fried Noodles, the Black Sword Guard took him to hand over to the current commander without hesitation.

Even someone at level 1 would be willing to try something that comes with the boundary between the virtual and the real.

[Midnight Aperitif] was ridiculed as a commander from World War I.

He was widely ridiculed for guiding the French First Guild, once hailed as the light of humanity, in cyber trench warfare in Proof of the Stars.

Even his game ID was jokingly referred to by players as "World War I appetizer".

He was also one of the few people who knew he was about to step down to a secondary role and "give way" to a foreign commander.

This secret won't stay hidden for long; tomorrow the entire server will probably know that Saint Helena has hired outside help.

When it comes to games, winning is fine.

If they lose... I really can't imagine what kind of sarcastic and mean comments those people who have been mocking them will make on the community platform.

They cannot afford to lose tonight's match.

In Saint Helena, aside from the 100 people who are required to collect resources, 19 people who are required to take shifts are not present, while the rest are all present.

Under the witness of the Black Sword Guard, the two commanders shook hands.

He sat to the side, deciding to observe for a while before entering the Tower World.

Xue Shui Chao Mian didn't speak immediately, his mind filled with his old friend's words of advice.

"They are children, they have no experience."

"Show the same patience you would have with your grandson, instead of scolding a good-for-nothing subordinate."

"This is not a real war, just a game. Being too harsh will backfire."

"Sigh... never mind, I've stayed up all night too, I'll go with you."

Following the pre-set teleportation coordinates, the enamel mug arrived.

The Black Sword Guard knew about this in advance and didn't say anything, just nodded politely and gave a simple greeting.

With everyone present, the snow water fried noodles were ready to be served.

"Tell me about the guild's resources and its current situation."

Midnight Aperitif opens the guild information panel.

The guild stronghold currently has 3120 green resources, 812 purple resources, and 29 red resources.

Materials are the currency used to continuously repair and deploy special defensive fortifications during guild stronghold battles.

"Yesterday, Rotten Jade consumed 3500 green materials and 300 purple materials in one go."

"And for us players who are out hunting, the amount of materials we can collect per round of the game is far less than this number."

"Saint Helena has been using its reserves to wear down the enemy, hoping to just outlast the Tower World."

"The offensive is fierce and the losses are increasing. I'm afraid our inventory will run out in another 6 to 7 games."

Snow Water Fried Noodles then asked, "Besides the Rotten Jade, are there any other special items that could turn the tide?"

Midnight Aperitif shook its head, only introducing some items that could modify guild strongholds.

Seeing that the snow water fried noodles were like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden, completely clueless, he couldn't help but sigh.

The snow water fried noodles didn't care.

"One last question, how are the guild members feeling?"

This time, the Black Sword Guard answered for him.

"I was anxious, unable to hold on, and ridiculed. I was holding back my anger with nowhere to vent it."

“The community’s opinions influenced them. Some thought that the failure to hold out was due to the poor command of the 'Appetizer', while others thought that with their current numbers, no one could defeat an enemy several times their size except at the boundary between reality and illusion.”

I glanced at the class composition of the guilds in Saint Helena and combined it with the information I had gathered after staying up all night.

A preliminary plan has been developed for making snow water fried noodles.

"Now, set it up as I say."

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The guild barrier of Saint Helena is about to be deployed.

The moment the timeout for preventing the intrusion expired, spectators from all the major guilds gathered in the world chat boxes to watch the battle.

"Place your bets, place your bets! How long will it take to get the corrupted jade tonight?"

“I’ll bet 6 hours, 2 hours faster than last night.”

"Six hours? Be bold, three hours speedrun."

“Saint Helena’s resources are almost unable to sustain the cycle. Once the duration of the Corrupted Jade is out of sync with the guild barrier and the online time of the main players, the stronghold will immediately explode.”

The maximum number of invaders for the Saint Helena stronghold is 6000.

Saint Helena's defensive force consists of 827 players.

Each player needs to defeat 7 opponents to barely achieve a balanced match.

Even with the guild blessing bonus for the defending side, countless invasions have proven that quantity can indeed crush quality.

"Huh, why has the environment on the first floor changed?"

The original single-layer defense was practically useless, with only a few zombies active.

At this moment, the torrential rain poured down like a silver river, and the entire first-floor stronghold was submerged in a curtain of water.

The turbid water flowed into a rushing stream at the bottom of the trench, carrying mud seeping from the gaps in the sandbags, forming rust-colored puddles in the pits.

The wooden plank walls of the trench were soaked by rainwater, turning a decaying dark brown.

The flames, contained in an unknown magical container, flickered in the storm, their dim yellow light spreading through the rain, revealing indistinct human figures.

"Saint Helena, the stronghold has been modified?" a player realized.

"To waste such important materials at this point, this World War I appetizer shows such a deep understanding of the game!"

The rain was pouring down, and it seemed that some fortifications had been added to the stronghold to interfere with the perception of magic, making it impossible for the invading allied forces to discern the details of the floor changes for the time being.

The heavy rain further reduced visibility to its limit; beyond 3 meters, it was impossible to distinguish between people and animals.

The sound of rain becomes a natural switch for silence.

There was zero information throughout the entire event.

Similar to Saint Helena, the Allied forces also had a commander-in-chief on their side.

From the well-known guild 【Tomorrow's Roundtable】.

As the one who cornered Saint Helena, his popularity soared in the European server community.

Against the backdrop of the trench warfare of World War I, which served as an aperitif, he seemed as strong as a god of war.

At this moment, Tomorrow's Roundtable is awaiting news.

"All information-based professions were instantly killed upon engagement, indicating that the opponent was prepared."

"Ok?"

The team's information report came through, and Tomorrow's Roundtable was somewhat surprised.

The allied forces are professionals; they immediately compiled the locations of the information points where the professionals had died into a map and displayed it on the round table tomorrow.

The only thing they didn't send out scouts to scout was the trench directly in front of them.

To instantly eliminate highly mobile and stealthy information agents, preventing them from observing any useful information, one would need to outnumber them several times over.

In an instant, Tomorrow's Round Table scoffed.

"Mysterious."

"In that case..." he relayed the order, "Assemble the elemental mage formation, concentrate the bombardment on the front, and gradually cover it with barrage."

"The troops split into two groups, advancing swiftly along the edge of the battlefield, making silent contact, eliminating any enemy they encounter, flanking them, and then launching an attack."

Outposts have map boundaries; walking along the edges can effectively prevent flanking attacks.

Also constrained by the game mechanics, the defending side is naturally at a disadvantage against the invading side—it is difficult to win by surprise when outnumbered.

The aperitif seems to have upgraded the brain, adding the old trick of creating a smokescreen to the trench warfare.

I forcefully killed his information point, trying to convince him that I had deployed all my forces, strongholds, and traps on both sides of the map.

Tomorrow's Roundtable will do the opposite.

"The place where you make the right gestures is the safe place."

Through the rain, the early players spotted the distant, phantom-like shield wall. This perfectly matched the description given by the information provider before their sudden demise.

Tomorrow's Roundtable informs the team leader on site: "It's just a diversion, charge in!"

The defensive line erected by shield warriors in Saint Helena was instantly bypassed by highly mobile classes.

The Maginot Line was so much like their imagination of France that many players at the scene couldn't help but laugh out loud.

With both sides advancing rapidly, Tomorrow's Round Table couldn't help but laugh contemptuously.

As expected of an appetizer from World War I, even if one's mind were to be upgraded to World War II, all that can come up with is an abstract operation like the Maginot.

Just as I was thinking this, the communication suddenly became noisy.

"Wait, why are there so many necromancer traps here?"

"Walking zombies, walking zombies that can self-destruct... Boom!"

"There's a trap; magic can't detect it. Be careful!"

"Commander, we've been ambushed! They appeared out of nowhere, from all directions!"

Tomorrow's Roundtable was momentarily confused.

Despite the heavy rain and thick fog, the stronghold in Saint Helena was a plain that had been transformed into trenches.

Hiding in trenches and launching a surprise attack is understandable.

But after the large-scale sweep, where did the enemy behind them come from?

Almost instantly, the allied forces on both sides were thrown into chaos and forced to engage the enemy in sight.

The chaos of the battle also filled the communications of Tomorrow's Round Table with invalid information.

Someone reported that they were being attacked by an enemy ten times their size.

Someone told him that there were wounded Saint Helena people everywhere, and that nearby friendly forces needed to finish them off.

It feels like you're almost dead upon first meeting someone, and a single shot takes away all your health.

Tomorrow's Roundtable isn't stupid; now that things have come to this, he realizes that he's been outmaneuvered.

Could a World War I aperitif have such a brain?
Could it be that he deliberately acted foolishly before, feigning weakness to the enemy?

"Magicians, cease fire. Divide into groups of 30 and advance."

He immediately changed tactics. Since both sides were filled with all of Saint Helena's elite players, he decided to charge straight in and reach the second floor.

Saint Helena is the one that needs to be defended; as the intruder, it can proceed freely.

As long as you can cause as much damage as possible, you've already won!

The ongoing noise from both sides of the battlefield actually reassured Tomorrow's Round Table.

In the torrential rain, the elemental mages moved across the battlefield like ghosts, heading towards the center of the fog-shrouded area.

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"I know you have doubts about me."

"What right do you have to lead me, someone from a foreign server with absolutely no experience in commanding the Stars of Proof?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You can question me, and I can question you."

"Before I came here, I read the comments about this cyber war in China, and one of them was very interesting."

"Are the French now going to surrender and admit defeat even in World War I?"

"It seems there are no pure French people left. They've been replaced long ago. After all, if you can't even get hard in the game, you're definitely complete cowards in real life."

"Oh? Why are you blushing?"

"Excited?"

"anger?"

"Will getting angry at me help?"

"Being trampled on and looked down upon by so many people, you can't even prove yourselves."

"So many people are waiting to see Saint Helena fail. Nobody has any faith in you, and you're not living up to expectations. Whose fault is that!"

"The aperitif only leads to a messy battle, but he managed to hold the outpost within his capabilities. What about you? Did you do your best?"

Under the watchful eye of the enamel cup, the snow water fried noodles restrained its aggressiveness several times.

But enough.

The emotions were effectively evoked.

The Saint Helena members, who had suffered repeated defeats, felt frustrated by public opinion, and were trampled on by other guilds, finally found a proper outlet for their pent-up anger under guidance.

With bloodshot eyes, a stiff neck, and a burning sensation all over his body, he could easily self-destruct with other players if he had a magic bullet in his hand.

As soon as Xue Shui Chao Mian got to know this group, he realized that the reason why these people in the guild were getting worse and worse was purely a matter of mentality.

Negative emotions resonate and resonate, and everyone is possessed by a defeatist strategist. They feel "our army has lost" even before the battle starts, no wonder they can be defeated so easily once the battle begins.

No one in the entire guild realized that, more important than command, they needed to address the mindset issue.

When the time was right, Xue Shui Chao Mian stood on a high place and looked around at everyone.

"I need 30 people."

"Due to the disadvantage in numbers, this is the number I can allocate."

"Bring on the glass cannon, it's either you or me!"

"I want you to prove to everyone that the players of Saint Helena are no worse than anyone else."

"You've got guts, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by public opinion?"

"Anyone who hesitates even for a moment, get out of here!"

When it comes to glass cannons, who in the entire game is more suitable than the Berserker?

In an instant, stimulated by the snow water fried noodles, the already incredibly agitated Berserker players all raised their hands.

"You had better be able to lead us to victory."

The berserker player who raised his hand gritted his teeth fiercely.

He was in high spirits and had nowhere to vent, so he was making fried noodles with snow water and grinning.

Instead, the person who made the fried noodles with snow water laughed.

This is the effect he wants.

The game is not reality. With everyone having unlimited lives, the difference in strength is not significant, so it's all about momentum.

“I’m looking forward to you proving me wrong, because I need 30 of you to deal with their main elemental mage.”

"Deal with? Block?"

"No, I want you to take the initiative," Xue Shui Chao Mian said sternly. "You can only die if you kill two."

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Thirty berserkers stood silently beside the magic interference device that Xue Shui Fried Noodles had set up early in the tunnel.

Hearing a slight magical disturbance, they all came to the ground.

Like a lion surveying its territory, its eyes are cold and its killing intent is chilling.

To achieve a fatal blow, you must reduce your strength to the minimum.

Therefore, they took off all their equipment, went shirtless, gripped their weapons, and stared straight ahead.

The elemental mages also noticed the anomaly ahead and braked suddenly.

"Bloodlust!"

Thirty shouts pierced the rain and assaulted the elemental mage's eardrums.

At the same time, a blood-red light pierced through the air as fast as lightning.

Fuck him!

The sudden outburst of insults made the spectators blink repeatedly.

Uh...did they just hear something about a classic national treasure of some country?
"Fuck it!"

The shouts of battle gradually made them realize that they hadn't misheard!

(End of this chapter)