Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"The entrance should be right here."

She spoke in a very calm tone what made Harrison so excited he almost went crazy.

dong dong dong.

Harrison took a step and reached the corner of the wall. He reached out to touch the ground, but pulled his hand back halfway.

"Really...really?"

His hands trembled, his expression was excited yet somewhat reserved, and his look of wanting to reach out but being a little afraid was just like that of a child waiting for the food to be cooked.

An Ran glanced at him.

Hatred can make people strong, hatred can make people crazy, and hatred can lead people to destruction.

What will be Harrison's fate?

In truth, An Ran didn't want to care too much. She was ultimately just a passerby, and with a wave of her sleeve, she would take even your pots and pans with her.

"Let me see how to open the door."

As An Ran said this, she had already woken up all 170 remaining robots in the spaceship.

First, bring out two robots to act as mobile cameras.

She desperately needed to know how bad the fighting was outside; the deafening roar drowned out all other sounds, and even talking to Harrison was a struggle.

As An Ran tapped and banged on the ground with a small tool, the wall in front of her projected the images seen by the detection robot.

Since they were still some distance from the governor's mansion, the only thing they could see at first was the night sky filled with the sounds of gunfire. Fortunately, the robots were quite fast. Although they usually walked on two feet, they could quickly switch to wheels to glide on flat ground.

The speed skyrocketed.

Glide, drift, the scenes on both sides rush back rapidly, and the smoke-filled ruins become clearer and clearer.

It was as if background music was playing in my ears without my noticing.

swoosh~

One of the robots suddenly shot off the high slope and finally captured the scene of the battle while gliding through the air.

Crowds of people.

People are still emerging from underground.

They wore uniform combat attire and old-fashioned imperial equipment, which greatly enhanced their mobility and improved their ability to assess the battlefield environment.

With a large, dark, colorful flower printed on the back, this outfit made some compromises in appearance and was slightly inferior in performance, so it has now been phased out by the Empire's main force. But even this outdated item is no worse than Night Owl's combat uniform.

At a glance, there were at least several thousand people crammed into the collapsed building. They had been conserving their energy underground, holding back a great deal of anger, and when they rushed out, they attacked the remaining Night Owls like madmen.

The feeling of a war epic immediately comes through.

The space is constantly being compressed. Normally, a player who is still alive can take on at least dozens of Imperial soldiers, but unfortunately, there are hundreds of people in one direction. Even a hero can't withstand the sheer number of people.

Moreover, physical strength is also an important factor. If we compare war to a football match, the two sides may not be too far apart in strength at first, but after a hard-fought 70 minutes of back-and-forth, one side's coach can immediately bring on a few substitutes who are very fast and have good skills, and they can easily overwhelm the opponent's defense.

"We're doomed, are we really going to die like this?"

Inside a dilapidated building, the remaining players huddled together for warmth.

"Damn it, my internal energy recovery speed can't keep up anymore, and I'm almost out of recovery potions."

"My legs are so weak from exhaustion, and I feel completely powerless."

"If this continues, my horror level will soon exceed the limit, and I'll be strangled to death by the ghosts I summoned."

"Listen to me, everyone."

Zhou Jieyu got up from the ground, interrupting the roast session that was about to reach its climax.

"what happened?"

Looking around nervously, Zhou Jieyu said, "I don't think the way we're fighting now is a problem at all."

"Damn, isn't that obvious?"

Tsk.

The group immediately shook their heads.

As expected, he is the weakest of the three leg-hugging heroes—the Leg-Hugging King.

The zombie excitedly ripped open your skull, then left disappointed.

Zhou Jieyu immediately became anxious: "Don't be impatient, let me finish what I have to say."

Alright, let's see what you have to say then.

call--

Relieved, Zhou Jieyu continued, "Do you think it's faster to kill them one by one with skills, or to blast them with bombs?"

"Nonsense, that goes without saying. In our current state, the bomb will definitely arrive faster." The aura-wielding youth rolled his eyes.

The others nodded slightly as well.

Isn't that obvious?

The zombies were excited...

"Actually, I still have quite a few small bombs here."

Zhou Jieyu pulled up her coat, and the three rows of more than a dozen squares immediately dazzled everyone present.

Oh my god, bombs, so many bombs, block bombs!

"These dozen or so bombs should give us a good rest."

"He could take down at least a hundred people."

"Hey, miss, give me one!"

One bomb is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of experience points; nobody wouldn't want one.

"Actually, I still have..."

Zhou Jieyu then pulled up the other side of her clothes.

puff--

More than a dozen identical bombs were thrown.

(☆_☆)

The other players' expressions, roughly translated, would look something like this—

Give it to me, give it to me, give it all to me!

I want it, I want it, I want more!

Ah, give it to me quickly, I really want it!

The former leg-hugging king has suddenly become the big brother.

Being stared at by more than twenty pairs of eager eyes, Zhou Jieyu was extremely pleased. She said, "You think I'm clinging to someone's coattails? Hehe, if you really have someone to cling to, you'll all run away faster than anyone else!"

Go go go!

“I have a suggestion!” Zhou Jieyu said.

"What suggestion?" The group looked at Zhou Jieyu, listening attentively to what she had to say.

Suddenly, Zhou Jieyu had a strange feeling. It seemed that she was wearing a yellow quest hat, and the group of players were eagerly waiting for her to issue quests.

Upon reflection, I realized I felt the same way when looking at other NPCs wearing hats with quests on them.

Especially Anran.

Emmm...

Zhou Jieyu nodded secretly; it felt really good to be a big shot.

From now on, I'll stick close to Anran's coattails.

Pyramid-shaped leg-hugging structure!

An Ran stood at the top of the tower, her legs were wrapped around An Ran's legs, and below her were a group of players.

Isn't that wonderful?

cough cough...

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and tell me."

Li Zhuying gently nudged Zhou Jieyu, who had started daydreaming.

Zhou Jieyu was the representative, but this proposal was something the three of them had just discussed together.

"oh oh."

Zhou Jieyu quickly sat up straight: "Then let me explain. I have a total of 28 Bix06 Rippers here. Based on its blast radius, if each bomb reaches its maximum effect, at the current density, it can probably kill 50 to 70 people. Let's take the median of 60."

Ok?

Her calculation skills are surprisingly good.

Those listening below thought.

"60 times 28 equals 1680 people. That means even if none of the 28 bombs are wasted and we have incredible luck, we can only take out less than half of the enemy. In the end, we will still die. Under normal circumstances, I think it would be stupid for the enemy to kill 600 people."

That makes sense.

He nodded repeatedly.

So……

"So here's the question: how can we maximize the effectiveness of these bombs?" Zhou Jieyu asked with a confident smile.

Now we come to her arena, where she sets up her altar and performs her rituals.

How to maximize the effectiveness of a bomb, emmm...

Of course, we'll only have to wait for a bunch of people to walk onto the bomb themselves.

"Let me be blunt," Zhou Jieyu said, "the best way is to take the bombs with you and perish together with the enemy. We're all at our wits' end now, and dragging this out any longer won't yield any results. Everyone has to die eventually, either you'll be blown up alone, or you'll be blown up with the enemy. So I'm distributing these bombs, hoping everyone will make the right choice at the right time." With these impassioned words, Zhou Jieyu stood up.

Two rows of bombs gleamed.