I'm bad, but players love me

In the past, this place was only open to nearby villagers. Even the originally timid herbivores had long been accustomed to leisurely enjoying the warm afternoon sun here and then lazily falling asleep.

However, today, everything has changed. The originally peaceful and tranquil atmosphere was ruthlessly torn apart by the deafening sound of gunfire. The only thing the animals could do was to flee in all directions amid the sound of gunfire.

One by one, the ELO members fell, their numbers dwindling. Dogzi desperately tried to break through, but was forced back each time by intense fire. The numbers were too great.

"Let's restart. We can't play anymore." Gou Zi rubbed his forehead fiercely, his face full of endless helplessness and frustration.

I really can't continue this fight, it's like being in jail!

[Isn't Eamon still here? Aren't there quite a few villagers here too?]

I said it was a plot kill, so why bother with it? Just surrender. With four or five times the number of people, they'll just surround you and kick you in circles. You can't really fight them.

【Reopen.】

[Emon is here, but he brought people with him to deliver it. It's obviously not worth it.]

Indeed, no matter from which perspective, it is undoubtedly an impossible task for a team composed of only a few hundred villagers to break through the encirclement of more than 2,000 people and carve out a way out for the ELO trapped in it.

However, just as Gouzi promised Iemon, Iemon also promised Gouzi that he would come to support him.

The soldier from Kori, who was firing his machine gun excitedly, suddenly noticed that his comrade's head suddenly tilted, and then he fell to the side without any warning.

The Kori soldier, who was slaughtering people wantonly, was stunned. She stretched out her finger tremblingly and placed it under the nose of her fallen comrade with trepidation—she could no longer feel a trace of warm breath.

She screamed at the top of her lungs in panic, "There are enemies! It's an enemy attack!"

Fierce gunfire and noisy shouts intertwined, "Where are you? Report your location!"

The dense sound of bullets poured down like raindrops, making communication between the Kori army extremely difficult. They could only rely on shouting at the top of their lungs to convey information.

"They're everywhere! They're everywhere!" Her voice was filled with fear and despair. She hadn't seen any of the enemies yet, but precisely because of this, she was completely in a panic.

"What the hell! What are you talking about?"

"They're everywhere! I repeat, they're everywhere!" she screamed incoherently, then began shooting wildly around her.

All the soldiers in the team have been killed, leaving her alone, and the gun in her hand has become the only weapon she can rely on.

Suddenly, a dull gunshot rang out - "Bang!" A bullet hit her head accurately, and everything stopped abruptly...

Like an agile monkey, Aemon slid down from the high branch to the ground with a "swoosh".

Those villagers who were originally somewhat reluctant, after knowing that they would die if they did not follow ELO, became more obedient than each other. They carried their guns, walked their legs, and did their best in every job, especially in killing the Kori army.

After all, if even one of the Kori army members survives, the people in their village will never have a good night's sleep in the future.

They relied on their deep familiarity with the terrain of this mountainous area and moved silently through the mountains and forests like a group of ghosts.

Whenever they encountered the Kori army, most of them would hide if they could, and if they couldn't hide, they would hide in the trees and attack them suddenly.

Until the last moment of their lives, the dead Kori soldiers stared with their eyes wide open in disbelief, wondering in confusion: "How can this tree speak?"

In this way, they gradually tore a hole in the encirclement of the Kori army and quickly rushed to the vicinity of Gou Zi.

Gouzi's side really can't hold on any longer. [How many of us are left?]

"I don't know..." The other party had no expression on his face, and he searched for the bullet mechanically and slowly on his body like a robot.

"We can't hold out much longer..."

His hand, which was originally searching for the bullet, suddenly froze, as if held in place by an invisible force. Then, he slowly turned his head, staring straight at the dog, his lips trembling slightly as he spoke word by word with difficulty.

Said: "I have no more bullets."

Initially, in pursuit of extreme speed, they had discarded all their extra equipment and supplies without hesitation, traveling light. However, this had become the final straw that broke the camel's back, and Gouzi's ELO group was truly powerless to resist.

ELO has run out of ammunition and food, but the more than 2,000 people in the Corey Army still have plenty of bullets.

Bullets one after another streaked across the sky, whistling past their heads, bringing up gusts of sharp wind, and all they could do was stay close to the ground.

Chapter 115: I'll Blow Her Up

The bullets were gone, and most of the men were dead. The voices on the battlefield gradually fell silent, leaving only the seemingly endless sound of gunfire from the enemy side, echoing in the once quiet mountains and forests.

The dog reluctantly let go of his hands and stopped trying to resist, secretly waiting for the cold reminder sound representing "death" to sound.

However, at this moment, his perspective suddenly shook violently.

The comrade who had been mired in despair suddenly wiped his dark, gray eyes with the back of his hand. A glimmer of hope suddenly shone from those once dull eyes. He excitedly shook the dog beside him, his voice loud enough to pierce the entire battlefield as he shouted, "Reinforcements! Reinforcements are coming!"

But the next second, it seemed that his shouting attracted the attention of the other side, or when he stood up and looked outside, he unfortunately became the target of a sniper.

In short, before Gouzi could even follow his gaze, he fell heavily beside Gouzi like a kite with a broken string.

Blood flowed from his forehead, staining his eyes red. His eyes were as blue as the sea, but the sea was now surrounded by blood.

His throat gurgled, like an old bellows gasping for air. Although blood continued to pour from his throat, his lips still opened and closed with difficulty, stubbornly trying to say something.

Gouzi squatted down and moved closer to his mouth, trying to hear the faint sound clearly. Finally, he pieced together a few broken words, "Don't... use bullets... use a knife... to kill me..."

Don't use bullets, because there are not many ammunitions left, he can't waste any more precious bullets; kill me, because it hurts too much...

He felt that his body was losing blood at an alarming rate, and his limbs were getting colder and colder, as if his life was slipping away bit by bit.

Every breath he exhaled was accompanied by a strong and pungent smell of rust, like the smell of blood in his body, or like the smell left by bullets on the battlefield.

The pain was beyond his endurance, and he seemed to have forgotten what pain felt like.

"Kill me..." This was his deepest desire and his last wish.

At the end of his life, he did not think about his cherished relatives or the bright future as described in the story. He just wanted to get rid of the endless pain and give his spirit a moment of peace.

There is no choice, this is the destined plot.

The dog sat in front of the computer, his hands tightly gripping the mouse, but he didn't know what else he could do.

He watched helplessly as he pulled out the small knife from the outside of his calf and stabbed the man who had just been chatting with him, again and again.

Until finally, the man's neck was completely cut, blood spurted out, dyeing the entire screen red; until the other party's body, trembling with pain and weakness, finally relaxed completely.

He lowered his head and his gaze fell on those eyes that still retained their azure color even at the end of their lives.

Gouzi took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and gently closed the pair of eyes that were still open from top to bottom.

At this time, the barrage was silent, and only a few words passed by after a long time.

During the war, politicians provided ammunition, the rich provided food, and the poor provided children... After the war, politicians secured power, the rich received more food, and the poor searched for the children's graves.

[But this time, it was the poor who started the war, and they were fighting for their own children.]

[Who wants to fight? Who would follow ELO to kill the nobles if they didn't have to survive? Don't these people in the game know that fighting means death? They know how terrifying the nobles are better than we do, but they still follow us!]

[There's no other way. If you don't follow ELO, you'll be slaughtered by the Cori army and won't survive. If you follow ELO, you still have a chance of survival. Didn't you watch the previous storyline of Gouzi? If you missed it, just keep quiet and catch up later!]

[Nonsense, if you follow ELO, you not only have a chance of survival, but you can also get a piece of land!]

Bullets exploded at Eamon's feet like dense raindrops, the explosion was deafening and dust flew up. But Eamon only stumbled slightly and continued to rush towards the dog.

Not long after, Yimon rushed to Gouzi's side. Gouzi was still immersed in the shock of his comrade's sudden death. He stared at Yimon in a daze and asked in a trembling voice, "Why are you here?"

"I promised you." His entire face was stained black by the cannon fodder, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. The moment he spoke, he tightly grasped Gouzi's arm. "I promised you, I will definitely come to support you!"

But Gouzi refused to accept his offer. "Listen, you're courting death by coming here! What do you think a few untrained men like these can accomplish? Take them with you and retreat immediately!"

The current situation was hopeless. Even before the nobles entered the fray, they were already being outnumbered by the Cori army, let alone after the nobles arrived.

As long as the battle situation takes a slight turn for the better, even if it's just a slight advantage, Lumi will never sit still.

There was no need for Iamon to rush forward so recklessly. The promise was just a verbal agreement and had no real binding force.

It was just something I said casually during a brief meeting.

He could have wisely chosen to retreat, abandon them, and leave safely with the villagers.

No one would say that he did something wrong. Even if someone criticized him, they would only say that he was stubborn and domineering, which led to the deaths of hundreds of ELO members. No one would ever accuse him of betrayal.

But Aemon brought his men to support - just for that insignificant promise that no one really cared about.

Gouzi knew that Aemon might not understand the pros and cons of this, but he could never act impulsively like Aemon.

He understood that the game could indeed be restarted, but he was stubborn - he couldn't let Aemon die in vain!

Gouzi tried to use Yun Shuo to pressure him, [Does Yun Shuo know? Does he know that you are leading this group of people to their deaths?]

After all, everyone knew that Yimon would dare to go up to anyone and retort without any hesitation, but as long as Yun Shuo spoke, he could only lower his head and obey the orders obediently.

"They volunteered! They volunteered to join ELO and volunteered to die!" Imon replied unyieldingly, "They know this area well. This is our only advantage! If we use it well, we might even have a chance to escape!"

[You are not even a member of ELO, so what qualifications do you have to lead people to join ELO!] Gouzi's words hit Imon's heart.

But unexpectedly, this sentence that had always been able to suppress Iamon's arrogance was ineffective today.

Without even turning his head, Aemon looked at the group of Corri soldiers below and said in a low voice, "The nobles are coming up."

Lumi came in a very impressive manner. Along the way, the soldiers of the Cori army had already tactfully cleared a wide passage for her.

ELO's bullets rained down on her, but encountered an invisible wind wall in front of her. The moment those sharp bullets touched the wall, it was like hitting a solid wall, unable to move forward any further. They could only fall to the ground with reluctance and helplessness.

It didn't look like a battlefield with swords and sabers, but rather a carefully decorated stage, specially designed to highlight the greatness and bravery of her noble master.

"Why don't you leave now?" Gouzi's voice was filled with anxiety. "Do you really want to die in vain with these people?"

"Actually, there's an unwritten rule in ELO," Imon said calmly, watching Lumi ascend the hillside. "Anyone who sacrifices their life for ELO, regardless of their background, will be considered an official member of ELO."

The dog seemed to have caught some deep meaning in Yimeng's words. A sense of foreboding surged in his heart, and he hurriedly asked, "What do you want to do?"

However, Imon didn't seem to respond directly to his question. Instead, with a hint of sadness, he asked evasively, "Can we still win?"

Gouzi hoped the other party would leave quickly, so he said firmly, "We can't get any support anymore. Your presence here or not will only result in dozens more corpses in this forest. Hurry and leave!"

He also hoped that by saying this, he would be able to make Aemon leave tactfully instead of fighting to the death here which was completely meaningless.

After hearing this, Yimon really turned around and looked at him, but the words that came out of his mouth were, "I'll go blow her to death, and you take the opportunity to escape with your men."

During this period of time, Iamon seemed to have learned what "restraint" meant all of a sudden, but sometimes, one couldn't help but sigh that he had learned it a little too well.

While he was saying such arrogant words, the expression on his face was as indifferent as water, as if the person he was going to blow to death was not an invincible nobleman, but a toad that jumped when poked.

[Who? Who are you going to blow up?] Gouzi repeated this sentence in astonishment, as if trying to find some jokes in Yimon's answer, but Yimon's eyes were so firm that people could not doubt his determination.

"That noble." Aemon pointed his finger at Lumi.

Gouzi frowned, a mixture of confusion and worry. "How did you blow it up? Bullets fly over and get stopped in mid-air. Cannonballs fly over and turn on their own. There's no way they can hit her, right?"

Aemon smiled faintly, as if he had already made up his mind. He slowly unbuttoned his coat, revealing a waist-wrap of explosives. He gestured to the dog and said simply, "Use it."

As if noticing the dog's puzzled look, Aemon explained, "When nobles continuously use their abilities, they experience a brief period of paralysis. As long as we can accurately grasp this opportunity, nothing is impossible."

His words were calm and firm, and he explained the principle to the dog sincerely, but he did not mention the real reason for the dog's confusion.

Finally, Gouzi couldn't help but speak, "But...what are you going to do?"

With the explosives tied around his waist, regardless of whether Lumi was dead or alive, Imon would definitely not survive, and there would definitely be no trace left of his body.

Aemon was slightly startled, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the bundle of explosives tied tightly around his waist.

He smiled faintly, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes, "I never intended to survive from the beginning! Comrade, didn't you say it? We must maximize our profits."

Gou Zi never expected that what he said casually would be remembered by Yimon.

The fourth wall is broken?

[At this moment, Aemon's existence is no longer an NPC in the game, but a person existing around me.]

[He and I weren't familiar with each other, and we only exchanged a few words. It was just a one-sided impression of him, but that's why it seemed so real.]

Is this AI? Why is Di Chou suddenly playing with nostalgia?

"Whether I'm dead or alive, as long as I dare to explode this bomb near the nobles, the Cori army will definitely fall into chaos. This is our best chance. No matter what, there will always be someone who can take advantage of the opportunity to escape."

Aemon looked directly at the dog. "The commander said that everyone is equal, but there are always exceptions, right?"

His hands were tightly grasping the stunned dog. Those hands were rough and strong, definitely not the hands of a person who had been brought up in pampering.

His fingertips, turning white from exerting force, left deep marks on the dog's arm, as if trying to convince himself, or perhaps the dog, "As of now, your value is much higher than mine."

"But... none of us can guarantee this plan will succeed, right? This is just a theory. If it fails, your death will be meaningless."

"But this war is meaningful!" Aemon stared at the dog, a bloody smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He pursed his dry lips, "Not only for those who survived, but also for those who died!"

Imon had been staying inside the White Wall, ELO's earliest stronghold.

He knew that everything Gouzi was doing in the ELO organization was a "dimensionality reduction attack" for the organization.

After all, ELO has always been plagued by disasters. After its establishment, the only thing it could do was to try its best to survive. In addition, most people had low cultural level or even no education, and it was forced to reorganize many times because all members except the commander were killed.