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At this moment in his consciousness space, Han Feng was concentrating on browsing the data of the four armies.

Maple Group Recruiting Team: 136 Teams.

White Tiger Regiment recruiting team: Team 226.

Xuanwu Regiment Recruiting Team: Team 163.

Qinglong Regiment Recruiting Team: Team 53

……

Maple kill percentage: 24%
White Tiger Group kill percentage: 43%
Xuanwu group kill percentage: 27%
Qinglong Group Kill Percentage: 6%
……

The remaining reserve of each regiment, the number of fields turned over by each regiment, the number of fortresses of each regiment...

Every time Han Feng scanned a piece of data, the virtual shadow represented on the map in the three-dimensional projection would glow slightly, allowing Han Feng to analyze the battle situation more easily.

"Hiss... this consumption...!"

Anyone who sees this exaggerated number of conscription queues would gasp. Not to mention how many troops are active on the battlefield in the four regiments, the number of conscription queues in the fortress alone has reached nearly seven hundred.

If compared with the standard of 5 core teams per person in each regiment, the activity level of the four regiments under his command has reached the peak during the Rate-of-Territory War.

Han Feng adjusted his breathing rate, trying hard to calm his chest which was heaving violently due to excitement.

Of course, Han Feng also knew that he could not stop here. As the front line continued to advance into Jizhou, the resistance he would face would increase exponentially.

It is not difficult to see from the big map that the bank now obviously has no intention of winning this season. Both the troop deployment in Luoyang and the deployment in the western battlefield have been recalled, and almost all the main forces of the bank are gathering in their direction.

Even the three core groups of Bingzhou Bi Wang were trying their best to catch up with Feng Tuan's pace, but their speed was far behind. If he was delayed by the bank players for too long, Bi Wang would definitely catch up and stab him.

There is no retreat!

The only good news at the moment may be that the Hao Alliance in the eastern battlefield is still confronting several core main forces of the Holy Alliance, and it seems that they have no intention of providing support in the direction of Jizhou.

"Xiaobai has exhausted all his forces. Xuanwu is also at the end of his strength."

"Most of the Maple Group's troops have been destroyed, and only Qinglong can make some moves."

Although the quality of the account is far inferior to that of the other three Fengxuanhu groups, its elusive mobility is definitely a headache for opponents.

the other side.

In an apartment in Shanghai.

The number of people is obviously greater than before.

Except for the original members of Silver Wing Studio's third group, all members of Silver Wing's second group moved into this apartment.

The apartment that originally accommodated eight people was suddenly expanded to accommodate more than ten people.

The entire living room has long lost its previous magnificent decoration, and is now occupied by more than 10 computers.

There is now someone lying in front of every computer, some even snoring softly.

“Squeak!~”

With the sound of a door being pushed open, Brother Ding walked out from the inner room, stretching lazily. He looked around and his eyes fell on the monkey.

"Damn, you're still not asleep? Aren't you afraid of sudden death? There's really no need to fight like this, Monkey." Old Ding picked up a boiled egg from the dining table and walked slowly towards the monkey. The monkey's current state was a bit scary.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his whole mental state was extremely excited.

"Old Ding, they are almost exhausted. I just used several waves of single-point blasting and the other side gave in. This would have been impossible before." Monkey was a little excited. After being taught a lesson for a few days, he finally had a little improvement, which made him cherish it very much.

"It should be the brothers in other battlefields who have started to make efforts. They, the Fengtuan, are not gods. Do they really think they can do whatever they want in Jizhou?" Old Ding sighed, as if expressing regret for the Fengtuan's radical style of play.

"They are being so radical just to give us a chance! Why are you sighing?" Monkey turned his head in a daze and glanced at Lao Ding.

Old Ding looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he spoke slowly.

“Do you think the bank can win this season?”

"How can I win? I've lost Luoyang. I just want to make sure I don't lose too badly." Monkey turned his attention away from the computer screen when he heard Lao Ding's question. He already felt that Lao Ding wanted to tell him some secret. He and Lao Ding had known each other for a long time. They had entered the game together and became the top controllers of the game. In a sense, they had been comrades-in-arms for several years!
"So which one do you think has a higher winning rate at the beginning of this season, the Bank or the Holy Alliance?"

"It's hard to say. Both sides have a chance of winning, but the bank is definitely stronger in terms of combat power. If I had to choose, I would choose the bank... But Feng Xuanhu and his three perverted groups have disrupted the situation."

"Right? If there weren't any uncertainties, the bank would have a higher chance of winning. I'm telling you straight, the online market is open this season..."

Lao Ding said in a low voice.

"Open...open?"

"Yes. I'm betting on who will win this season. I don't know who opened the betting, anyway..."

"In any case, you bet on the Holy Alliance to win."

"bingo!"

Monkey looked at Lao Ding's smiling face and wanted to beat him up. Why didn't he share this key information with him earlier?
"Good man, you're an Infernal Affairs syndicate!" Looking at Lao Ding with contempt, Monkey's tense nerves relaxed at this moment.

Before, he always thought that if he worked harder, he could help relieve some of the pressure on his good brothers. But now, no matter how hard he tried, in the end he found out that his good brothers didn’t want to win at all. It was really a bummer!
"Not really. I didn't bet much. I'm just earning some hard work fees. I just entered the game and saw the fighting power of Fengtuan before I realized that we couldn't win. This can be considered an alternative benefit for us controllers."

"Old Ding, did you feel you couldn't win from the beginning?"

"I only trust my data analysis! Do you know how active the entire opposing team is?"

“Above 90.”

"Wrong. In three days, the entire group has a 100% online rate. We are here to make money, not to fight to the death. It is not worth it to gamble with our lives against this group of perverts. God knows how many people are behind these accounts. We mortals don't need to fight them like this."

"100% is not bad. Sometimes I feel like I'm dealing with a group of robots. Now the case is solved, it's true!" Monkey smacked his lips. "Does anyone else know about this?"

"You mean the opening?"

"I told you, so don't try too hard."

"Aren't you afraid that group of people will fight and make you lose?"

"Do you think the bank has a chance of winning?"

"That's all right. I'm going to bed."

"Go to bed!" Old Ding adjusted his glasses and said with a smile. (End of this chapter)