Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 95 I'm already obsessed with Feitian and can't turn back

The hot air balloon slowly drifted away into the distance. "Mad Bull" took down the telescope, lay down beside the basket and looked down at the ground with his naked eyes. He only saw a lifeless and silent land.

The wind in the sky whistled in his ears, and he suddenly felt an intense sense of loneliness sweeping over his body.

It felt like a zombie outbreak, and the four of them escaped in a hot air balloon.

There are only four of them left in the whole world. No one knows when the eternal loneliness tomorrow will end. They just rely on the instinct to survive and float aimlessly in the sky with the balloon.

Fortunately, the weather was clear during this period, there were no storms, and visibility was high.

The teammates were in high spirits. They used the system function to take pictures of the beautiful scenery, and then took out drawing paper and charcoal pencils to sketch the scenery.

"Crazy Bull" got tired of looking at the scenery after a while, and felt that the long wait was a bit boring, so he chose a suitable sitting or lying position, exited the game, and opened Dota at the speed of light to match teammates.

After fighting for dozens of minutes, when he was in the middle of a fierce team battle, he suddenly received a reminder from his teammates in "Late Ming Dynasty", so he had no choice but to abandon the four teammates who were fighting hard and went to assist the three.

It turned out that his teammates saw the outline of the enemy soldiers through his telescope.

"Mad Bull" quickly took the telescope and continued observing.

There were a large number of enemy soldiers, forming a long line that stretched for miles, mixed with a large number of livestock such as donkeys, mules, pigs, and sheep. The elderly, the weak, women, and children were sitting on donkey and mule carts.

Soon, someone in the steadily advancing queue noticed something "strange" in the sky. They pointed their fingers to the sky and talked to each other, some were surprised and panicked, and some retreated one after another. The long queue that was orderly just now quickly dispersed.

"It's almost floating above the bandits, quickly calculate the distance——"

"Mad Bull" only heard a warning, and the other three teammates seemed to enter combat mode. One of them took out a sextant to observe the sun and the horizon, one took out a small sundial to observe the angle of the shadow, and the third person quickly logged off and returned again in less than ten seconds.

"It's 11:05 in-game time now." The third person reported the angle of the sundial shadow at the main base at the moment and compared the difference between the two.

"very good!"

The player holding the sextant quickly reported the data. The three of them squatted down and fiddled with something around a piece of white paper, as if they were drawing a floor plan or doing math problems.

Although "Mad Bull" squatted down and took a look, his knowledge was not enough for him to understand what his teammate's "ghostly drawings" were.

He understood one thing.

He just saw a teammate look up and happily recite a string of longitude and latitude numbers. Then the three of them smiled at each other and said the same number in unison, "64.9 kilometers."

"Haven't you been blabbering about Martian language the whole time?" Mad Bull glanced at each of the three. "Hey, there's still a teammate alive here. Can you guys take care of your illiterate teammate?"

"We just calculated the difference in longitude and latitude between this location and our starting point, and thus the approximate distance between the two locations. By calculating the distance between the two locations and knowing the enemy's and our own marching speeds, we can calculate the time of encounter."

"No, you guys just do that, like this, and then you have to keep your distance?"

"Well, it's not anything complicated. It's all high school geography knowledge. European sailors of this era also used similar methods to measure longitude and latitude to locate their position at sea."

"Oh my god, high school knowledge! I've almost forgotten everything I learned in junior high." Mad Bull couldn't help but sigh, "It would be really useful for you three to travel back in time to the ancient times. If an illiterate person like me couldn't always check the encyclopedia, I'd probably just be forced to do hard labor."

When the hot air balloon floats directly above the enemy soldiers, the player holding the sextant takes out a black ball from his arms, with a thin fuse hanging from the head of the ball.

"Are you going to use this thing to bomb the enemy?" Mad Bull suddenly had an ominous yet exciting premonition.

"Hey, you're right. I want to be the best at high-altitude bombing..."

The player lit the fuse with the brazier above his head. There was a crackling sound, and the brilliant little flame quickly ate through the fuse.

But what's frustrating is that this guy didn't even bother to drop it and insisted on holding it in his hand.

"Damn it, throw him away!" 'Crazy Bull' felt that this person was messing with his own mentality, just like a bad friend who knew that you were afraid of caterpillars and cockroaches, but still wanted to catch them in front of you and watch you lose your composure in fear.

Mad Bull didn't care about anything and just grabbed the black ball and threw it down hard.

After a few seconds, the black ball suddenly exploded in the sky, and the gray smoke condensed into a mist flower in the sky.

"Do you remember how many seconds it took for the high-altitude explosion just now?"

"Damn it, you're messing with me!" 'Crazy Bull' patted his chest with lingering fear. He looked down at the two "red hearts" on his left wrist. These were the resurrection code skins he bought.

He cherished his only two remaining lives. It would be too unfair if he was killed by a grenade from his own people.

The sudden explosion frightened the "Mad Cow" and also shocked the soldiers and civilians of the Tiger Battalion marching on the ground.

They could not understand the principles of "spherical carrier kites" and "high-altitude explosions". Simple materialism and mysticism were intertwined with each other, and they only felt that it was horrifying, terrifying, and like a fairy from heaven descending to earth.

Some timid militiamen knelt on the ground with their knees weak, and from time to time they straightened their upper bodies, put their hands together, and silently recited religious words towards the "sacred object" in the sky.

There were also some brave militiamen who did not believe in ghosts and gods. After the shock of the explosion dissipated, they just thought it was a large kite flying.

"Shoot the monster down!" The angry leader ordered his minions to draw their bows and raise their guns, vowing to shoot down the evil monster in the sky.

"It seems that the Tiger Camp doesn't like your gift." said a player.

"It's okay. I'll give them a few more big gifts next."

The player's eyes narrowed slightly, a sly grin on his face, as if a brilliant idea was about to burst out. The other two also tilted their heads, grinning maliciously, like colluding profiteers, ready to defraud.

Only Mad Bull was stuck between them, completely bewildered. "I beg you three ancestors, I just want to find a safe place to land after scouting the enemy. After burying the hot air balloon, I'll go travel around Nanjing. Please don't mess with me."

"Don't worry, we won't cheat you."

Three players took out more black grenades and helped each other tie them around their chests, one circle after another, just like bandages for tying fruits for transportation.

Then one person took three wooden sticks, put them into the balloon brazier, lit it, and gave them to the other two people.

Now the three of them held a smoking wooden stick in one hand and a fire starter as thick as a finger in the other.

Seeing this, Mad Bull guessed what his brothers were going to do, "Da Silly Chun, what are you going to do!"

"You can see it with your eyes, right? Jump down."

"No, why jump down?" Mad Bull felt that he could not keep up with the others' thoughts even after racking his brains.

"Because the grenade's fuse isn't strong enough to sustain a ground explosion, the question becomes, how can we, with limited fuse, achieve a ground explosion and kill the enemy?"

"Of course, jump down and use your body to complete this explosive relay." Another player answered quickly.

"Yep!"

"You guys are dying!"

The only thing that resulted from "Mad Bull's" questioning was the proud raising of the left wrists of three people. All of them were big guys with five lives, and one of them even had six lives with a luxurious skin.

"Why should we jump? Because the enemy is there! Goodbye, my friend!"

After saying that, the brother turned over and jumped into the basket, and the other two followed closely behind.

"No!" Mad Bull leaned over to the edge of the basket and witnessed three players diving down with grenades in their arms.

The soldiers and civilians of the Tiger Camp on the ground also felt something strange, as if three things had fallen down.

It was not until the falling object got closer and its outline gradually became clear that they were surprised to find that it was a human, a human with an ecstatic face and almost distorted features.

"Is this the ultimate thrill of falling from a height? I didn't experience it in real life, but instead experienced it in a game!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The player's brain was trembling with excitement, and the feeling of falling at a high speed was as if his whole body was sealed by a huge amount of water.

He opened his arms and felt the nature with his heart, just like a bird flying high in the sky, as if he was finding infinite tranquility under the extreme stimulation and achieving a kind of natural balance.

A player lit the fuse, but it was blown out by the wind when he dived. He had to turn over and use his coat to cover the re-lit fuse.

As his outer clothes were all ignited by flames and his whole body turned into a torch, he turned over again and rushed to the ground like an arrow.

"At this moment I will become the light!"

With a shout, the fuse penetrated into the ball and ignited the gunpowder. The violent explosion knocked over dozens of people, and broken limbs and blood were scattered everywhere.

"Justice falls from the sky!" The two players who followed closely behind rushed towards the dense crowd one after another. One of them successfully detonated an explosion, killing and injuring several people.

Another was unlucky, as the wind blew out the fuse as he reached the ground. He could only rely on the impact of the fall to kill another unlucky person who had no time to dodge, and the flying fragments of broken limbs injured several others.

As the residual heat of the explosion dissipated, the scene fell into an eerie silence, and then startling shouts broke out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Watching the three monsters fall and explode, the militiamen who witnessed everything up close collapsed and screamed. Hundreds of them lost their minds in an instant, their urine and feces flowing. Some people knelt and kowtowed like crazy, muttering "God, spare my lives," "monsters," "divine punishment," "demon gods from heaven"...

"What are you crazy about!" The chiefs and leaders who arrived later swung their fists and hit the "madman" in the face, using pain and shouting to make them regain some sanity.

Although the explosion did not cause many casualties, the shocking scene of falling objects, explosions, and dead bodies left them with an indelible fear for the rest of their lives.

In the valley where the Tiger Battalion was marching, three bodies that looked like "mortals" suddenly fell from the sky. No one knew how the three of them flew to such a high altitude and why they jumped down from the altitude to be killed.

Only the "mad cow" drifting away knows.

When the three resurrected players sent selfies of themselves diving from high altitude to the chat group, it immediately caused an uproar.

Horrifying, imaginative, and cool are no longer enough to express the envy in the hearts of players.

"Why are the three of them so handsome!"

Hearing that their teammates were showing off their skills, which was rare in a year, the vanguard team of 100 people seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline, and they screamed and accelerated their march.

We must run into the vanguard of the Tiger Battalion as soon as possible.

Although there are thousands of people, I am going!
　The group number is in the introduction. If you are interested in urging the author to update, you can click on the group number to join

　　
　
(End of this chapter)