I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 154 Lost, Win

The fishing nets have been drawn.

Chris was still on the spire at the top of Bolas Fortress, observing the battle below. No matter how Captain Bruno of the Guards behind him tried to persuade him, he remained motionless.

Before the sunlight completely disappeared in the dim night, the two hills on the left and right opened fire, smashing shells into the crowd.

The only two hundred light cavalry Chris had also attacked at this time, rushing towards the chaotic enemy together with the players.

Bolas Fortress is now like a big crab, punching its prey with its two claws and surrounding it from both sides. The prey trapped in the trap... that is, the Republic Army, now has only one way to survive, and that is to move forward.

Before the auxiliary troops at the back completely collapsed, the main troops rushed to the front and captured the Bolas Fortress.

Chris looked down at the surging crowd below and listened to the roar of explosions under his feet.

He touched his chin.

"Am I losing the game? Or am I about to win?"

……

A gap was blown open in the wall of Bolas Fortress. The gap was not big, and because the blasting method was wrong, the barrel of explosives was only placed under the wall and not buried in the ground. The explosion did not penetrate the wall, but only broke some of the stones on it, forming a slope.

But that's enough.

Like a tide, the endless stream of Republican soldiers immediately found the direction of attack. They swarmed and squeezed onto the slope, stepping on rubble and corpses, desperately rushing up.

Pierre was also in the queue, holding a sword and shield, the soles of his boots slipping on the gravel, and every step was like stepping on the gears of a meat grinder.

The soldier in the yellow coat in front suddenly fell backward, a black-feathered arrow lodged in his throat, and warm blood splattered on Pierre's iron nose guard. He subconsciously raised his oak shield, and three crossbow bolts "dong dong" penetrated the shield, the shock numbing his forearm.

At the end of the slope, an enemy holding a bow and arrow poked his head out, and he was shooting arrows downwards, fast and fierce.

Just as Pierre was about to throw the armed sword in his hand, a gunshot rang out behind him, and the archery master was shot in the head. The body swayed for a while, then fell forward and landed in front of Pierre.

Watching his companions struggling to get past him and climb up on the still warm, bleeding corpse, Pierre suddenly realized that half of the "gravel" under his feet was a corpse.

“Mother Goddess!”

There were screams from the right front as a log rolled down the slope, carrying a string of human bodies with it.

Pierre was knocked to his knees by the rolling log that hit his shield. The hilt of his sword broke his front teeth and his mouth was full of blood. He let go of the hilt of the sword and subconsciously grabbed the corpse with his right hand to steady himself.

"The second team is filling in!"

Captain Bertrand's roar came from the rear, and then the next second, gunshots were heard from above, and screams immediately came from the slope and under the city wall. Pierre, who was half-kneeling on the ground, escaped this disaster inconspicuously.

As the smoke from the flintlock volleys spread over the slope, Pierre groped in the turbid air, and his fingertips suddenly touched cold golden hair... He looked down and saw a young soldier with freckles all over his face. There was a hole in his throat caused by a bullet, and his blue eyes were still fixed on the spire of the fortress tower.

When Pierre took the sword back from his hand, he also saw a corner of the envelope sticking out from the inside of the boy's clothes.

Since I've got his weapon, I might as well help him mail his suicide note...if I'm still alive.

Pierre thought so, and stuffed the envelope into his breastplate with his free hand. "For the Republic!" Countless voices merged into a tide behind him.

Pierre stood up, and this time he hardly needed to climb because there were several pairs of hands behind him pushing him forward.

Pierre was the first to charge the wall. However, the moment he stepped onto it, a commotion erupted from behind him. The soldiers who had been following him hurried down, losing their momentum as they stormed into the castle and captured Chris alive. "What happened?!"

Pierre also looked back in confusion, and among the chaotic shouts brought by the wind, he heard someone shouting.

"Our army was defeated!!!"

Lost? When did I lose? How come I didn’t know!?

Pierre was at a loss, not knowing what to do, and at this moment, the old captain also ran up, and he led the last few cuirassiers to the city wall.

"Charge, Pierre, the general has ordered us to advance, not retreat!"

After saying this, Bertrand took the lead and rushed to the other end of the city wall. Pierre hesitated for a moment, sighed, and quickly followed.

Perhaps, dying here in battle is a good thing.

……

Black and White Bear sat on a chair made of three stacked corpses. He lowered his head, holding the wooden pole without a gun head in his hand. His combat boots were soaked in black and red blood, and the tip of his nose was soaked in the smell of rust, and he could no longer smell any other smell.

The helmet was also missing, probably because it was taken away by a halberd bearer during the last battle. His weapon hit the black and white bear on the head, and he also broke the latter's spear with his ribs and took away the spear head.

Black and White Bear looked at the broken gun, shook his head, threw it away, casually groped on the ground, grabbed the hilt of a sword buried under the corpse, pulled it out with force, put it in front of him and took a look. Black and White Bear was immediately happy.

"Hey, isn't this the Tang Hengdao I lost?"

"Be careful, it's coming again!"

The howling of other players came from the left, which made the exhausted Black and White Bear cheer up again. He picked up his sword and stood up, and saw a large group of people running wildly in the night.

Black and White Bear looked around and saw that there were not many players standing among the corpses, only about seven or eight people.

It looks like this is the last battle.

Black and White Bear thought tiredly, and subconsciously grasped the sword tightly, ready to use his last strength to kill the last enemy.

However, when they saw these people standing up, the enemies who were originally running from the direction of Bolas Fortress were like seeing a ghost. They screamed and wailed, turned around and ran in other directions, or tried their best to take a detour.

No one dared to approach this place covered with corpses.

When a person is extremely tired, not only the body is tired, but the brain is also tired and does not want to think. So, looking at the enemies fleeing in all directions, he was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

"We won? Victorious?"

"Maybe... we can log off now. I'm so tired."

"Go offline and come back tomorrow to check."

After saying that, Monokuma couldn't wait to lie down on the pile of corpses and disconnected the connection.

This is the downside of stealth games that are too realistic: when the character gets tired, that tiredness will be reflected back to the player.

(End of this chapter)