Chapter 530: Dawn emerges (Part 2)

(This chapter is a little dirty, please guarantee the guarantee ***)

When Zhang Mu's words "Kill" burst out from his mouth, the members of Chinatown suddenly rushed towards the days and Korean players around him like wolves and tigers.

To put it bluntly, it's like a pervert meeting a naked beauty, so hungry and impatient.

In fact, we can't blame these members of Chinatown. Since they entered the Nine Clan War Zone, the frequent provocations of the Korean Guild have made them feel angry. But given Zhang Mu's explicit regulations, they had to endure the anger in their hearts. There are even a large number of people who think that Zhang Mu's temporary concession is a cowardly behavior, including mythological injuries. I had such thoughts just now.

When they saw Zhang Mu defeating the other party's 120-man lineup with one man, the dissatisfaction that had been held in his heart drifted away with the wind, replaced by an incomparable respect and trust.

Zhang Mu didn't know that because of his crazy performance a few minutes ago, those guild members who had cheated him long ago were already devoted to him.

There is a saying that goes: a general is the courage of a soldier. A brave general is the courage of a soldier. A kind general is not afraid of death.

Looking at the world, there are probably not many brave and kind generals like Zhang Mu. Under the leadership of such a top-notch general, how can there be cowards in China?

At this time, the air in the Nine Clan War Zone was filled with a strong and unsolvable smell of blood.

"Hahahaha! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill hard!" Zhang Mu laughed wildly, "Let them know that our Chinatown is not easy to bully! Give it all to me!"

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go and see how arrogant they dare to be! Fight me to death! I will kill myself and find a team in the tents of various races! If I am afraid of death, don't say that I am Chinese!" Mythshu was in a state of extreme excitement at this time, so I sweared.

Although the scolding was a bit unpleasant, a slander like the Myth Sword aroused the wildness hidden in the hearts of everyone in the field. They were as the Myth Sword said, and they met an enemy that was even a hundred times more fearless than their own.

Chaos! In this vast ocean, the huge whale in Chinatown has stirred up huge ripples with its tail.

"Fuck!" Zhang Mu ran away quickly, and also learned the myth of the pain and cursed the members of the team and said, "Can courage be the same as dying? The other party is a team of more than 1,000 people. You 10 of them are going in and seeking death!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mu entered the battle space.

The boss of this team of more than 1,000 people is Emperor Sakura, the president of the Emperor Guild.

"Okay... Twelve-winged Angel! You come to your door and die, don't blame me!"

Zhang Mu sneered repeatedly, "I'm going to die? Haha, open your fucking eyes wide and see how many brothers there are behind me before saying this!"

Just when Zhang Mu entered the Emperor Sakura battlefield, Amu, Fatty, Deng Jie and others also joined in, and the number quickly reached 2,000, twice that of the Emperor Guild!

Emperor Sakura's right hand trembled more and more violently. He has suffered from such a strange disease since he was a child. When he was angry, his right hand would tremble uncontrollably. The more angry he was, the more severe it would tremble. It is similar to "Parkinson's disease".

"President... let's go away. If you can't fight, these Chinese people are crazy!" a backbone said in a low voice.

Just losing a lot of morale to the other party, and this battle cannot be defeated no matter what.

Although Emperor Sakura was quite angry, he had not been blinded yet. He pondered for a few seconds and said, "Let the members withdraw, we will not compete with the mad dog! Give up this period of the Nine Clan War Zone. If other guilds are willing to fight, let them stay here to fight. We will not get involved!" After saying that, Emperor Sakura's eyes shot out a hatred look and said viciously: "Twelve-winged Angel... Don't be proud, there will definitely be the day when you cry! If you don't demolish your Chinatown, I Emperor Sakura will not be a human being!"

About an hour later, cheers came from the members of Chinatown. The Emperor Guild really escaped from the Nine Clan War Zone like a dog hit by pain. Even if there were some left, they were all hiding and avoiding them and did not dare to show up. They were not a threat to Chinatown.

"Boss! I'm so fucking convinced you! You're so fierce!" the member shouted excitedly.

"Yes, Twelve Bosses, you are so fierce!"

The voice channel was filled with boiling, cheers and praises came one after another, but it was not calmed down for a long time.

Zhang Mu grinned and smiled sinisterly: "Brothers, it seems too early to be happy now, right?"

"Um?"

The whole world seemed to be still in this second, and the channel was silent.

Zhang Mu looked at the ***, South Korea, and some emperor's accomplices in other areas, and said ruthlessly: "The main culprit escaped, but what about the accomplices... Do you want to let them go?"

"Kill! Kill until even his mother doesn't know him!" The members' anger was stirred up by Zhang Mu again.

"The boss is right. It's not just the Emperor who beat us just now! And those..."

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, *** them!"

The beginning of the whole thing was indeed initiated by the "Emperor", but the Japanese and Korean guilds in other areas were not idle either. They all followed suit and even acted as accomplices. What if they didn't give them some colors to see?

I sneered sinisterly, "The enemy respects me, I respect the enemy! You should be very clear about what the boss said just now. Those who have attacked us will always lose the right to have high-level troops... The boss is a person who does what he says. We can't let him down, right?"

"Hehehehehehehehe..." Mythical wound, the emperor, the ice silkworm and other backbone of Chinatown, let out a series of sinister laughter. After the laughter, Mythical wound suddenly shouted: "What are you still waiting for? If you have complaints, you will take revenge!"

"right!!"

Ten thousand people shouted together!

"I am one foot of the enemy, and I respect the enemy! Other areas, Japanese, Korean Guilds are mixed, listen, didn't you bully us just now and enjoy it? Now, I will let you taste the power of Chinatown!"

A large group of members of Chinatown that were originally gathered on the 4th floor forest were led by the commanders of the corps, deputy commanders and captains, and were divided into nearly a hundred large and small troops, spreading around like spiders.

A president of a Chinese guild in other districts ****** his lips with his bright red tongue and said carelessly: "Brothers, Chinatown has moved, so let's not be idle either. Let's listen to me, divide it into 30 troops to assist Chinatown!"

"But, boss... didn't you say before that Chinatown is the object of our conquest? Why do you have to help him... Oh!" The little brother who was speaking had a fierce bounce on his head, and the man cursed: "***! You know what a big deal! Now is the time to be unanimous to the outside world, do you understand?"

"What...what." The younger brother was blinded.

"I heard you have a younger brother. Do you often fight with him?" The man sitting on the right of the president asked the younger brother with his head.

The younger brother said, "Yes, I have to fight him several times every day, and the younger guy always doesn't listen to me..."

"What should you do if an outsider beats your brother at this time? Should you help an outsider, or...?" the man asked again.

The younger brother stood up and was angry: "***, if an outsider dares to bully my brother, I will stab him to death with a knife!"

"You are not too stupid..." the man smiled slightly.

"What?" The younger brother touched his head.

"Hehehehehehehehehehe."

Everyone in the club understood, and bursts of laughter came from their throats.

A whale cannot make any huge waves in the sea, but what about a large number of whales?

Under the crazy revenge of Chinatown, hundreds of Chinese guilds in other districts were also infected by this emotion and joined the battle one after another, with more than 300,000 Chinese players! The Japanese and Korean members were killed directly, and they ran away with their heads in their arms.

The American, British, German and French players who stayed nearby and had not yet been affected were also frightened. They had never seen such a united and fierce nation. They all converged into a group, fearing that they would be swept into this huge war vortex.

Everything that happened in the Nine Clan War Zone was seen by Zhang Mu. Now his mood can only be described as sad and joyful. Sadly, the reputation of many Chinese players was killed. What is happy is that Chinese players have extremely terrible national cohesion, and once they are united, they will be unstoppable!

Things have developed to this point and are no longer within Zhang Mu's control. It's useless to stop them, so Zhang Mu simply let them go.

Everyone was so angry that as long as it was Japan and South Korea, players from both countries would definitely be killed without mercy. They would rather kill 1,000 people by mistake than letting them go.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight quietly entered thousands of households through the windowsill, and this unprecedented big *** in the game lasted from night to dawn.

Everyone, including Zhang Mu, was numb to the point where the word "kill" was left in their heads!

At this time, looking at the Nine Clan War Zone, there was no player from the Japanese and Korean Guilds. They were completely cleared out by the angry Chinese players, leaving no one left.

It confirms the crazy words Zhang Mu made before this: "The good show has just begun now, ***, South Korea, and all of you guilds that have killed Chinese players, you have shown it clearly to me... From this moment on, I will let you know what a nightmare is, and you will lose the right to have a level 9 army forever!"

"Brothers, this is a brilliant victory, you are all heroes!"

Zhang Mu shouted loudly, and kept thanking the bosses of the various guilds who helped Chinatown. Without them, Chinatown alone would definitely not be able to overcome nine major regions, hundreds of Japanese and Korean guilds.

An old man shouted excitedly: "Twelve, why are you polite? Everyone is Chinese! If your brother doesn't help you, who will you help? Should you help outsiders?"

Another old man said: "Haha, that's it! These little *** and Korean guys are fucking bad. If you don't give them some colors, they really think we are sick cats."
Chapter completed!