I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 190 Accidents, Oranges, and Stumps
The players' scout battle went smoothly, and it could even be said to be one-sided, simply because although the terrain they were fighting on was dangerous, the enemy had almost no will to fight.

Almost all of them collapsed at the first blow, and surrendered if they couldn't escape. What's worse, there were officers of the Republic who brought their troops to surrender without even fighting, just to have a full meal in the prisoner-of-war camp.

"This is fucking outrageous!"

A player wearing a red turban stood on a hill in King's Plains, gazing at the defeated enemy below, and couldn't help but curse. His sword was still dripping with blood, but his expression was full of confusion and helplessness.

"Yeah, this battle was too easy."

The friend next to him also looked incredulous.

"How exactly are these enemies trained?"

Red Turban shook his head. He didn't know how to answer. After two days of continuous advancement, they had already reached the edge of King's Plain. Until now, the enemy had hardly organized any effective resistance.

"It seems the Republic's army is on the verge of collapse."

Red Hood whispered.

"Otherwise, even the officers wouldn't be so demoralized."

"Anyway, mission accomplished."

One player said.

"We have to go back and report quickly, maybe we can get a lot of rewards."

"boom!"

As the saying goes, excessive joy leads to sorrow. Before Red Scarf could finish his extremely optimistic words, a muffled sound was heard in the distance. Among the players standing with him, one of them suddenly changed his expression.

"Fuck, artillery..."

Before he could finish his words, a heavy rain of lead bullets evenly sprinkled on the hill, pouring down like a rainstorm, instantly turning the surrounding land into dust.

These unlucky guys happened to be within the coverage of the rain of bullets. They had almost no time to react before the lead bullets as thick as their little fingers fell on the players.

Several of them were wearing armor, some were wearing cotton armor, some were wearing plate armor, and some were wearing chain mail... Those wearing chain mail died the fastest, and they fell to the ground motionless in an instant.

Only among the players wearing cotton armor and plate armor, there were two who slowly stood up from the ground, groping around, and took off the lead bullets that had turned into small round pieces from their bodies.

"What the hell, where did the bombardment come from!?"

"At ten o'clock, behind the bushes two hundred meters away..."

Needless to say, the hidden enemies have appeared on their own. More than ten enemies on horseback have taken the initiative to leave their hiding places and run towards the mountainous area where the players are.

……

At first, when the first group of players who rushed to King's Plains lost contact and news, the other players who were still playing hide-and-seek with the Republic's defeated soldiers in the mountains did not care.

Because this kind of thing is indeed a common occurrence in the daily lives of players. After all, losing contact and encountering accidents are common on the battlefield.

But as time went on, more and more players lost contact, which began to arouse the vigilance of other players.

Some people couldn't help but run to some players who had resurrected in the back, and after asking for a long time, someone finally told them about the attack they had encountered, and then someone got angry.

"No, brother, why didn't you remind me of such an important thing?"

"Let me ask you a question. If you eat a very sour orange and you happen to have other friends around you, what will you do?"

"..."

The player who was asked was stunned. He thought about it seriously, then smiled and stopped talking... Not talking is actually also a kind of answer.

"Would you run over immediately and tell them how sour this orange is?"

The player who asked the question continued.

"Or will you just endure it in silence and continue eating your orange?"

The player being asked was righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Of course we should tell them. Otherwise, if everyone accidentally eats it, wouldn't that be even worse?"

"Hey, my friend, it's boring for you to talk like this. How can you be so hypocritical?"

In this way, the players who had not yet left the mountain finally knew what happened outside King's Plain.

The Minisians are coming.

Divided into several teams, the first group of more than 50 players who arrived at King's Plains fell under the artillery they ambushed outside the mountain pass and the sabers of the light cavalry.

These bastards will use the people of Bagnia as bait, using real routs to lure players to a designated location, and when the players let down their guard, they will bombard the players with shotgun shells from two or three long-barreled bronze cannons, and then charge with light cavalry to eliminate the possibility of the latter escaping back to the mountains.

Under such a routine, players suffered a lot of losses.

Because the bodies of the dead cannot be found, their resurrection not only requires money, but also the loss of all their good equipment, so everyone hates these Minissia NPCs.

Because they suffered a great loss, almost every player will keep silent after resurrection, wanting the players behind to suffer as well.

Suffering a loss is a blessing. I want to see you as blessed as the East Sea!
The matter was not exposed until someone asked about it and made them anxious. Only then did the players who had not yet come out realize that something was wrong.

After Chris, who had already caught up on horseback and successfully took control of the army, learned about this, he was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Sometimes reliable, sometimes crazy, that's what a player is.

Chris's solution to the sudden arrival of the Minisians was very simple... launch an event, cancel the death penalty, invest a large number of players, and let them advance to King's Plain from more places to engage in scouting battles with the ambushed enemies.

At the same time, the army stopped in a mountainous area near the plains and began to rest, allowing the soldiers to recover their physical strength and calling the officers to hold a meeting to collectively formulate a battle plan.

……

The early morning fog was like a shroud of death, thick and dense, covering the entire King's Plain, as if swallowing everything in it. Everywhere you look, it's a vast expanse of white, even the hills and trees in the distance become blurred.

In a small forest on the plains, Barbarossa, a master of wilderness survival and hunting, always believed that camouflage was an art form, not just sticking some weeds on your body and calling it camouflage. This is not wilderness camouflage, this is called a wilderness beggar's suit.

Barbarossa stood in the shade of a large tree, wearing an elaborate camouflage suit made of a mixture of branches, leaves and soil that blended perfectly into the surrounding environment.

In addition, his face was covered in mud and green camouflage, and his hands were wrapped with withered branches and painted bark patterns. As long as he squatted on the ground, he would be no different from a wooden stake.

"The purpose of camouflage is to look like part of the environment, not someone wearing weed."

Barbarossa muttered to himself, his voice sounding especially quiet in the woods.

Why talk?

Of course, that was meant for the audience in his live broadcast room.

Recently, Barbarossa has found a new hobby. He discovered that when he was doing activities outdoors, he could not only find like-minded friends by broadcasting live, but also receive rewards from the top guys on the list and earn a lot of pocket money.

If that’s the case, why not start a live broadcast?
This way he won't be lonely, will have fun, and can also make money in the game. Why not?

"Let me take a look."

Barbarossa squatted down and observed carefully at the edge of a bush. Then he stretched out his fingers and picked up a handful of yellow snow and soil. He observed it for a while, then put the snow into his mouth. After tasting it for a while, he spit the melted snow into the palm of his hand and threw it deep into the grass.

"Someone passed by here an hour ago. There were at least three of them, infantrymen. They weren't players... Ah, how do you know they weren't players?
Big brother, "Ni Hao, Brother," come and take a look... Yes, this is my personal map. Can you see any other players within a one-kilometer radius? If not, it means the person passing by is not a player.

Well, and why do I eat snow and mud? I did this mainly because I found that this place has an abnormal color. It is obvious that a creature has urinated here. I tasted it to determine whether it is human urine or horse urine...

Hey, audience members, don't be so disgusted, it's just a game, and tasting urine is not real, it's just a false sensory simulation."

While answering questions raised by the audience in the live broadcast room in an imperceptible voice, Barbarossa squinted his eyes and carefully observed everything around him, his ears catching every subtle sound.

He knew that the three Minisians were nearby, most likely within a range of less than 500 meters. If he could find them or even capture one of them, he would be able to obtain important intelligence.

On the contrary, if I am accidentally exposed, I will be easily killed by them.

Barbarossa felt a surge of excitement at the thought of this.

"My dear audience, this is the most exciting and fun part of this game. It's very hardcore. If you make a mistake, you'll end up in utter ruin... I have to be careful."

As Barbarossa spoke, he gently took out a small and exquisite crossbow, then bent down and slowly moved towards the depths of the woods.

……

"I hate this weather. It's freezing cold."

Louis, wrapped in a bearskin coat and carrying a longbow, chattered like a woman, whispering non-stop, and his words successfully attracted a slap from the scout captain Marlowe.

"Shut up!"

Justin adjusted his leather armor, took off the javelin from his back, and carefully and meticulously observed the movements around him.

This area is very dangerous. From three days ago to now, three teams of Minissian scouts, totaling nine people, have disappeared here.

The captain of the scout company was furious because of the loss and sent a team of mounted scouts to investigate. However, after wandering around for a whole day, they found nothing except stepping on caltrops and losing two horses.

Therefore, the company commander sent Justin out and ordered him to stay here and monitor the area. Once he found that the enemy's large force was trying to leave the mountain from here, he should use flares or go back to the camp to notify the large force.

This task was not easy. Justin could now feel a creepy chill lingering around him. It was not the coldness brought by the snow, but the breath of death left nearby.

"Captain, it's safe ahead."

The voice of veteran Evans came from the front. He was leaning against a tree, avoiding a small patch of snow and stepping on the dark soil to avoid leaving suspicious footprints.

"Find and clean up the traces we left behind, Louis... Just like this, follow me."

Justin turned around to teach the new recruits. He bent down and gently smoothed out the footprints he left on a small patch of snow. Then he raised his head and wanted Louis to follow suit.

However, Louis stood there motionless, looking into the distance with his head raised, which made Justin very dissatisfied. He stood up and was about to scold him, but he saw a suspicious black stick on the recruit's neck, and a stream of black blood overflowed and flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Justin's anger immediately disappeared without a trace. He raised his weapon and looked around vigilantly. His heartbeat accelerated as he realized that he had been exposed to the enemy's sight.

"Evans?"

Justin shouted softly, hoping to get a response from the veteran, but after waiting for a while, he did not get a response until the unconscious recruit next to him fell to the ground with a "thump".

Justin knew that Evans who had come forward was also in trouble, and as for the new recruit... he just turned his head to glance at the latter lying on the ground, and he knew that this unlucky guy was beyond saving.

Not only did the crossbow arrow hit his aorta, but the arrowhead also contained a deadly poison. Recruit Louis paid the price of his carelessness with blood.

After Justin was alert for a moment, he slowly walked forward, looking for Evans.

Justin was alert but not afraid. The enemy's actions told him that their number was small, and there was a high possibility that there was only one person.

Otherwise, they could have launched an attack directly and tried to capture me alive instead of hiding in the dark and shooting arrows from behind.

All Justin has to do is find him and kill him.

He searched for a while and found a sharp scar on the side of the tree where Evans had leaned against. Although the scar had faded a little, the mark was very fresh and smooth.

A quick glance gave Justin the answer... a dagger.

The enemy was hiding behind a big tree. When Evans had his back to him, he flashed out and stabbed Evans in the heart with a long, sharp dagger. Because he used too much force, the dagger pierced the veteran's body, clothes, and mail, leaving this scar on the tree trunk.

Evans is dead, so where is his body?
Justin slowly raised his head, and sure enough, he found the veteran in the treetops... He was hanging in the treetops with his neck tied by a vine.

At the same time, behind Justin, a "tree stump" was slowly rising and stretching out. Slowly, little by little, a pair of eyes hidden in the mud and green oil mud camouflage slowly opened and stared at the back of Justin's head.

For some reason, Justin felt a cold wind blowing on his back, and his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Fear, like a poisonous snake biting Justin's heart, made him unable to move in an instant.

(End of this chapter)