871.The day we met·Potato Daddy’s “surprise””
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They kept shooting until the kobolds approached, and then the brothers who specialized in throwing explosives were thrown.
Grenades exploded, and Molotov cocktails danced on the ground, drawing lines of fire, but the violent jackals and kobolds continued to tear through the flames without fear and continued to move forward..
Those guys were all set on fire, and the pain made them even crazier. Coupled with the surrounding land covered with corpses, this scene was like a scene from a nightmare, and it also made Daddy Potato, who was holding the Charge, stunned for a long time..
How could he, an artist who has been engaged in music for most of his life, ever see such a scene?？
In fact, not to mention his emotional heart, other players are also nervous at this time. Although they know that they will not die, before the players accept their first death and gradually become accustomed to this process, they still have awe at the loss of life..
To put it in less serious terms, the first time of anything is unforgettable and brings with it a trace of expectation and a trace of fear..
This was keenly discovered by the black sheep who was the leader of the trenches. He knew that he could not let the enemy's momentum overwhelm his own, so he glanced at the potato daddy beside him, but the other party seemed to be immersed in the scene in front of him and could not extricate himself, leaving the black sheep helpless. All I could do was give the artist a hard blow..
The latter was awakened, and when he saw the black sheep's stern eyes, he remembered his duty. He immediately put the charge horn to his mouth in a hurry. He did not blow it immediately but brewed it for a few seconds. The next moment, a familiar harsh melody played. Ringing in the trenches.
Hey, don't tell me, he is a serious musician. The feeling when playing this melody is different from those wild musicians..
It’s hard to say exactly what is different, but after hearing this melody, the players felt that their bodies were suddenly filled with power. While the shock and oppression brought by the enemy were instantly dispelled, they also gave themselves a [ Enraged】BUFF.
The most outrageous thing is that this is not an illusion！
“Damn it! You haven't changed jobs yet, how can you give people buffs just by blowing the trumpet?！”
The hawks next to me were all stupid..
He looked at the two buffs jumping on his character interface, gave a thumbs up to the confused Potato Daddy and said：
“I finally know, you are the 'Innate Bard's Holy Body'! Do your best, and our minstrel father will depend on you from now on. But there must be a trick to this kind of thing, can you?”
“I can be your sister! Brothers are rushing, hurry up and follow！”
The still chattering Ying Zai was kicked by the black sheep. He immediately grabbed his gun and crawled out of the trench. He followed the other players and launched a counter-charge. In one round of hand-to-hand combat, he killed all the Kobolds that came towards him. Of course, there are also unlucky ones who are chopped to the ground by jackals..
“I'm just used to injecting my own feelings into music. Isn't this the basic quality of people who make music?？”
Daddy Potato looked at the assault horn in his hand and muttered..
He seemed to have discovered a new extension of his musical path, more like a big kid who had found a new toy. He was eager to try out some new tricks with this trumpet, but when he raised his head, he saw the players rushing out. Being pushed back by kobolds and gnolls.
Obviously, no matter in terms of strength, skills or equipment, there is still a certain gap between the pure newbies and the savage gnolls..
The current situation was anxious, and Daddy Potato couldn't do much with the trumpet. His thoughts were dancing in his mind and he relied on his feelings to find the most suitable melody for the current situation. After brewing his feelings, he played it on the trumpet. That melody that all Chinese people can sing.
“Damn it, why did he play the national anthem?？”
The black sheep who was being besieged by three kobolds was a little bit off guard at this moment, and he shouted:：
“This voice has come out. If we are repelled now, we will be sinners. Brothers, listen to my orders! Prepare to take drugs！”
“Fuck, this song has seven BUFFs added to it！”
The eagle boy, who felt full of power, screamed：
“How full of emotions this brother has inside. I'm convinced. I don't think I can be a father like him in the future.”
“Shut up and take the medicine！”
The black sheep gave the order, and the brothers who were still alive took out the original version of the winning wine and drank it in one gulp..
The power brought by the burning of life made them howl and resist the attack of the kobolds, but the number of enemies rushing out in this wave was too much. In desperation, the black sheep grabbed the communication orb and shouted:：
“shoot at us！！！”
“Zhuo, I’m so addicted to playing. Your orbs can’t connect to the artillery positions, you bastards..”
The veteran player behind the trench, who was the "cute new generation", complained bitterly about "exploding the galaxy with one punch", but he still forwarded the message to the rear. Half a minute later, a round of artillery shells fell in front of the trench, blowing the people away. The surrounding mengxin and the nearby kobolds were cleared together..
The smoke cleared and Daddy Potato poked his head out of the trench..
What came into view was the position that had calmed down again. The black technology of cognitive filtering made it so that the stumps and severed limbs would not shock his mind too much, but for an emotionally charged person, the scene in front of him was already exciting enough. Got it.
Even he, an artist who has never been good at fighting, felt a kind of anger against the same enemy..
Gritting his teeth, he crawled out of the trench, grabbed the rifle with a bayonet in both hands, ran up, screamed and stabbed the gnoll through the heart as he tried to get up..
No structure, but enough in a scene like this.
After replenishing his sword, Potato Daddy turned around again and bent down to collect the twisted dog tags. Although this was just a game, at this moment he felt that he was on a real battlefield. It was just the players' immortality that made this situation impossible. This kind of cruelty and despair is performed in a more relaxed and even joking way.
Isn’t there a saying that goes well?？
If you analyze every comedy downwards, you can find its tragic core..
Potato Daddy clenched the dog tags in his hand that were still exuding warmth. He felt ashamed of his cowardice just now, and at the same time he was bursting with inspiration. The stimulation from the battlefield gave him the idea of producing new music..
But now is definitely not the time. The dozens of newbies in this trench have been completely wiped out in the previous wave of charges, so the headquarters quickly sent support. Just as Potato Daddy was sitting in the trench, rubbing his brows and sorting himself out. While he was thinking, a tall figure approached him from behind and reached out to cover his eyes in this place filled with smoke and silence..
“Hey, this frightened old handsome guy, would you be interested in going to the bar for a drink after get off work?？”
A familiar voice sounded behind Daddy Potato, with a hint of ridicule and concern. The guard, Little Potato, shuddered and turned to look behind him. His wife was currently wearing a cool exoskeleton, one long and one short. Two guns and a cowboy hat looking at him with a smile..
“Hey, Private Potato Daddy！”
Mrs. Judy scolded her dumbfounded husband.：
“Next, you will be under the command of this second lieutenant of the Chasseurs! Obey orders and kill enemies bravely, do you understand?？”
“Well, of course, hats off to you, Lieutenant Judy.！”
Daddy Potato stood at attention in a very non-standard manner and gave a military salute, which made Madam Judy laugh out loud. She moved forward and kissed her husband on the forehead and wiped the stains on his fair face, saying：
“My daughter originally planned to pick you up, but she went to a more dangerous battlefield, so she had to ask me to take care of my useless dad. She bet that you would be scared to tears in the first battle..”
“The little baby is going to be disappointed. Not only did I not cry, I also killed a jackal with my own hands. Alas, is this the world she likes? Doesn't it look like it's full of 'love and peace'?.”
“It doesn't matter, our daughter is already the Valkyrie of Transia. She will bring peace here. We will complete this work with her and make the world she loves become her paradise..
Every parent would do this for their children, right?？”
“ah? Use our hands to create a wonderful new world for our daughter? This sounds like it's more than either of us can handle, but that's okay, we can take our time. Want some new music? I just wanted to create something.”
“Of course, you know, I like to listen to the music you play the most..”
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