I'm bad, but players love me

[Grass, it's on fire!]

[I've already said this. If this ugliness causes us to lose ELO, can I report it?]

【Start the war immediately! 】

[Looking at this situation, it seems Yun Shuo is also coming? Isn't he going to stay behind and give some orders?]

[It's well known that Commander Yun Shuo has absolutely no prestige at all, spending every day on the front lines.]

[Nonsense, I'm ready to pass the throne to Willis at any time.]

Gouzi always followed Yun Shuo during the march. Relying on his status as a player, he didn't care about Willis's feelings at all. He was almost using a bug to ride on someone's head.

……

At first, Dim didn't realize that the war started so hastily and absurdly, so when those real guns and bullets were put into her hands, her head was still confused.

Fortunately, the rest of the team had the same idea as her. Some of them didn't take the guns seriously at all, twisting them around in their hands, and the gun flew away as soon as it slipped out of their hands.

As soon as the gun hit the ground, it broke into two pieces with a "bang". It was so clean that not a single part was scattered around. It just fit perfectly into two neat halves.

No? Is this thing real or fake? Is it so fragile?

The man was stunned. His lips trembled for a long time but he couldn't say anything. He trembled and crawled forward to pick up the gun. He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Are we really going to the battlefield?"

The captain wasn't a good-tempered person either, and he started cursing, "I was just kidding you, wasn't I? You all have your heads stuck in your butts, and you couldn't hear what I just said, right?"

That person became even more stupid.

These guys usually skim off the fat of the land and even deduct wages for no reason, and yet they're messing around with something like this that's meant for the battlefield? This thing seems to be about my life, right?

"No, this thing can't be used!" The man no longer cared about seniority and simply shouted at his captain in frustration.

"It's normal. Guns like these will always have problems after being stored for a long time. You guys try to tinker with it and see if it works." The captain did not get angry, but soothed them in a gentle voice.

Upon hearing this, the people around immediately followed suit and quickly checked their guns. After shaking them vigorously, they smashed them to the ground.

After going through all the trouble, some people were relieved that their assigned guns were not broken.

Then he lifted up the gun and took a look, and sure enough, there was a mark of divine blessing on it - this was obviously proof that this was a good batch of stuff!

As for those whose guns had no marks, they were not so lucky. They had to use great efforts to knock and hit them.

But after all this hammering and banging, the gun's parts were scattered all over the floor.

More than half of the people could only look at each other, and then glare at their captain.

"What is going on?" Faced with the chaotic situation, the captain was also confused.

We can't keep this thing replaced. No matter how much we use people as cannon fodder, we can't let them go to the battlefield empty-handed, right?

But in all her years of military service, she had never seen so many guns unable to be used at the same time.

Logically speaking, since a lot of new guns have been produced recently, the guns delivered are basically new guns. There are not many old guns that have been gathering dust in the warehouse for more than ten years. How can they be so rotten?

She turned helplessly, walked towards the captain of the other team and asked, "The guns we have here are all new and broken. How about yours? I remember you got all the old stuff?"

"Don't mention it," the captain said, his face also grim. "Those new guns of yours might simply be of subpar quality. After all, time was of the essence, so the manufacturer inevitably made rough workmanship, and there wasn't much time for thorough inspections upon receipt. But look at this batch of mine. These are completely used guns pulled from the city lord's warehouse. They were individually inspected back then, and all of them bear the mark of divine blessing. Normally, there wouldn't be any more reliable guns than these, right? But the truth is, only a few are still functional."

The captain's confidence immediately rose. "Oh, then I'm better off. At least those blessed weapons can be used."

"Tell me what's going on here, huh? We haven't fought a war in ages, but we shouldn't be completely wiped out." The other team was still frowning. "We're being forced to win with our brains. What's going on? We're mechanical guys, we don't use hot weapons, but we're competing with those ELO guys with cold weapons?"

"It's okay. Even if none of these guns can fire, we can still win."

"That's right. After all, that ELO is definitely poorer than us. They have neither sufficient financial support nor food supplies. I don't know where they get the courage to challenge us." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile disdainfully.

Of course, Dim knew how this batch of weapons became like this. After all, her luck was really strange.

If you say she is lucky, she always loses to ELO, but if you say she is unlucky, she always escapes.

Chapter 82: Anyone suspected will be killed without mercy

Like a wise man who can predict the future, ELO calculates every step accurately. The guns in our hands may seem brand new and shiny, but in fact they are already worn out and completely unusable.

And those old guns that have been in warehouses for years and are taken for granted as reliable are all counterfeit and inferior products without exception.

It all seemed like a carefully planned conspiracy.

In fact, this was indeed a trap set by ELO's commander for these guys.

What is even more ironic and ridiculous is that the instigators who personally assisted the ELO organization in creating this shocking conspiracy were actually the powerful classes themselves.

If those powerful people had been able to retain their own gun production lines, they would not have needed to seek help from other factories, and naturally they would not have fallen into the trap carefully set by ELO.

If those who hold high positions of power were not blinded by greed and only focused on pursuing immediate benefits.

He thought that with the new guns, the old antiques had lost their usefulness and would never be used by the city lord again, and no one would care even if they were taken away.

Then they stole them so unscrupulously and prepared to export them for profit. At least we can now have a batch of guns as weapons, although they are a bit old but reliable enough.

It is because those powerful people only care about pursuing their own personal gains that they are now being led by ELO and going wherever it takes them.

Almost all the guns have passed through their hands, which means that what we have in our hands is all a bunch of garbage, a bunch of garbage that can only barely maintain normal use even with the blessing of divine power.

As a result, the gap between us and ELO in terms of equipment was instantly reduced to a negligible level, making it difficult to say which side had the advantage in equipment.

You have to know that before this, it was common knowledge even among civilians that weapons blessed by divine power could easily crush weapons without divine power.

In stark contrast to these arrogant and domineering dignitaries, ELO is well aware of the huge gap between the two sides and has already made arrangements in advance, narrowing the gap step by step.

Facts have also proved that everything they carefully planned has been perfectly verified, and every step has been just right.

As early as the day when he first met Yun Shuo at the factory, Dim realized Yun Shuo's extremely cunning and shrewd nature, and this alone was enough to make him charming as a leader.

But what is even more terrifying than this is that he still harbors a sincerity that is incompatible with his true nature.

Yun Shuo was an extremely contradictory guy, and had been like this from the beginning. He wore an honest smile on his face, but who knew what bad ideas he was thinking about in his heart.

He easily plays people in the palm of his hand, making them dizzy and unable to do anything but follow the path he points out. He also treats people with a pure heart. He may trick you in one second and invite you to join ELO in the next.

He seems to be indifferent to other people's past. Even if that person almost killed him, he doesn't care and can accept you frankly and enthusiastically.

Especially when he spouts those extremely tempting words like "equality" and "freedom", although no sane person would believe his nonsense and attribute it to the sweet talk of a demagogue.

But even Dim had to admit that she was just one step away from joining ELO.

At that time, she was almost deceived by the temptations before her, and even began to think that there was nothing wrong in falling into this kind of sober indulgence for the sake of her dignity.

She even thought, "What if? What if ELO wins? I can hold my head high and live my life."

I could have a job, pay off my debt to the pub owner, and I could have a house and a family and live a good life without having to worry about anything.

Even though Dim quickly came to her senses, she knew very well that even if ELO won, who could guarantee that they would really overthrow the class system set up by these powerful people? It would just be a replacement of a group of nobles.

What's more, when ELO is about to win, those nobles will be eliminated. They are believers favored by the gods.

Even so, she still felt a lingering fear when she thought about her initial hesitation. She was so close to being bewitched by Yun Shuo.

Dim tightly grasped the gun engraved with the blessing mark in his hand, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Fortunately, the gun she got worked properly, which made her feel a little relieved.

After all, weapons were undoubtedly the most reliable weapon on a brutal and ruthless battlefield. As for whether he could achieve great military exploits and achieve future promotions, such dreams were better left aside for now; the most important priority now was to save his own life.

She had gone through untold hardships to join the ranks of servants of the powerful class. If she died at this moment, all her previous efforts would be in vain.

Then the humiliation she suffered these days was completely deserved. She might as well have some fun with ELO.

The team that Dim belongs to is different from the other mixed teams. Those who can join this team are basically servants of the powerful class like her. There are even a few whose families have served these powerful people for several generations. They can be said to be servant families.

Of course, these "servant families" are the most arrogant and eccentric among all of them.

Although Dim had only been here a short time, he had already witnessed their bullying tactics. In this team, the veterans held absolute authority over the newcomers, and the newcomers had no right to fight back. If they reported this to the captain, they would even be scolded as "squeamish" - this was also a long-standing tradition of the Cori City Army.

These people were usually very arrogant and their luck was naturally not very good, as they only got a bunch of junk. But even though they were unlucky, they knew how to rob.

One of the sharp-eyed ones had already noticed the intact gun in Dim's hand. Her eyes lit up, and she threw away the shabby and almost unusable gun in her hand without hesitation, and walked straight towards Dim.

After walking up to Dim, the woman said in an unquestionable tone: "Hey, whoever is there, hand me the gun."

Dim raised his head when he heard the voice, and after his eyes met the woman's for a moment, he quickly looked away, while subconsciously glancing at the gun he was holding tightly in his hand.

Even though she was extremely reluctant and unwilling, it was Shalltear who came to her to ask for the gun.

Among all the new recruits, Shalltear's status is basically the highest, and no one dares to confront her head-on.

After all, those who can surpass her have already been promoted to officers. Who would want to hang around here with you as a soldier, suffering all day long?

Not only that, her own strength is also extraordinary. I heard that she is the best recruit and broke several records as soon as she came in.

Of course, the more crucial point is that this Shalltear himself is also a ruthless character. He is ruthless and cruel when he attacks. He doesn't care who is behind you. He will only attack those with strong backgrounds.

If you provoke her, she will beat you to death, and she will really beat you to death.

Dim knew that she had no room to resist or refuse, so she could only nod in agreement and silently hand the weapon, which she regarded as a life-saving weapon, to Shalltear.

Shalltear impatiently grabbed the gun, not even glancing at Dim, who was still cowering in his place. She turned and left, eagerly showing off to her followers, "Look! This is a good thing."

There was only "joy" on her face, as if the person who had just acted as a robber and robbed people was not herself, and she did not feel the slightest bit of guilt in her heart.

The captain was surprisingly indifferent to this and had no intention of stopping it.

She simply patted Shalltear's back gently, and like a doting parent, she gently chided him, "There's more. Why are you so anxious?"

Shalltear also smiled and chatted with the captain. From beginning to end, the real victim, Dim, failed to attract anyone's attention. She was like transparent air and was completely ignored by the people around her.

When all the recruits were equipped with guns, the captain began to divide them into groups randomly.

However, this seemingly random assignment wasn't actually the case—Shalltear openly gathered her own small group, but the captain didn't comment on it.

Even when the captain discovered that their group was short of people, he directly included Dim in Shalltear's team.

Just like that, Shalltear naturally became the team leader.

Dim still maintained her honest and almost boring appearance. She just followed the arrangements silently and did not try hard to please Shalltear like others.

Fortunately, Shalltear was in a very good mood today. She merely glanced at Dim's lack of flattery and didn't take it too seriously.

The army, following the established plan, entered the civilian area in an orderly manner using large-scale formations such as squads. However, once they reached the target area, they quickly broke up into smaller combat units—groups—and then quietly dispersed like a group of ghosts.

Just as the team was about to split up, the captain delivered a concise yet ruthless order to all members, "According to the instructions from our superiors, if you find any trace of anyone suspected to be a member of the ELO organization, execute them immediately without hesitation!

"This is to enforce justice," the captain said.

"Once someone becomes a member of the ELO organization, we no longer need to treat them as human beings. They are beasts, a group of wild beasts that have lost their humanity and can be executed without any scruples."

Perhaps, Ella's original words might not be like this, and the order she initially issued was not so decisive and cruel, but the grassroots executors obviously did not want to dwell too much on the details, and a direct "one-size-fits-all" approach was the safest option.

After all, when it comes to massacres, it is most appropriate to adopt a programmed, mechanized, and simplified approach without distinguishing right from wrong, regardless of the actual situation, or regardless of objective conditions.

The so-called factors of distinguishing right from wrong, finding out the truth, and considering the actual environment all seem redundant and cumbersome.

The captain's meaning is very simple - no matter whether the other party really belongs to the ELO organization, as long as there is the slightest suspicion, kill them without mercy!

Amidst the delighted crowd, Dim advised himself: This would maximize his own safety while also preventing him from misjudging and letting go of the real enemy. After all, in such a tense and intense battle, any hesitation or mercy could lead to disastrous consequences.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could never get as excited as the others to join in the action.

Dim couldn't help but wonder: Did these people really hear what the captain just said? They didn't look like they were going to a war at all, but rather like they were going to a party.

But this was clearly a brutal massacre! An act of killing without any justification!

Why would you kill someone just because you "think" they're an ELO member? What if you're wrong?

Those were innocent lives! Fresh and real!

In order to practice so-called justice, even members of the ELO group can be directly called "animals". Can such an approach really be called justice?

Dim glanced anxiously at her companions around her, and one question after another occupied all her thinking ability.

How can they laugh so easily? How can they so easily curl their eyes and mouths to express happiness?

This is an extremely cruel war! Every battle means someone will lose their precious life!

Dim even began to doubt himself.

Is it really because I have received too little training that I seem different and out of place at this moment?

Just hearing about this bloody and brutal mission frightened her so much that her legs went weak and trembled uncontrollably, and her mind was so dazed that she had no idea what to do next.

When Shalltear turned around, she saw Dim, who looked terrified.

Looking at the guy in front of her who was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was at a loss, she kindly took out a cigarette from her trouser pocket and handed it to him.

"What? Are you scared? It's okay, you will enjoy this soon." She said indifferently.