"Whole team, whole team! Fuck me quickly, these bunch of miscellaneous soldiers, brainless NPCs are really hard to deal with1

"Come on, it's just a group of militiamen, do you still think how high their AI is, if this kind of small NPC is intelligent, even this Xingtian Type 4 super intelligent brain may not be able to take care of it1

"Damn, a small group, how can there be more than sixty bandits in a small group, is your reconnaissance skill a good thing?"

"Hurry up and divide the team, and now let's talk about this, the two of us add up to only thirty-seven militiamen, first divided into eight teams, seven teams divided into one, thirty as the main attack team, my defense is high, I will be the main general."

Fang Zhiwen looked at the wooden fork in his hand, and followed a group of noisy militiamen dressed like himself around him for a while, to the left and forward, swaying in a daze.

"Attack 1

Mu Ran's companions next to him handed the wooden fork in their hands to Mu Ran, but they didn't seem to be able to reach the hateful bandits opposite, the thieves seemed to be taller than the militia, and the knife in their hands was a bright knife, fortunately, the knife that those guys waved together just now was in the other direction, otherwise......

Fang Zhiwen felt that there were 100,000 bees buzzing in his brain, and he didn't know what the situation was now, why he was holding the wooden fork, what was the meaning of his dress, what were the monsters opposite, and what was the meaning of the conversation in his ears......

100,000 bees, incarnated as 100,000 why, it turns out that 100,000 why is so much, so spectacular!

Those big men in ancient costumes, oh, by the way, what is the number that pops up on the heads of the bandits? What happened to the corpses that fell to the ground, pierced through their intestines, and bleeding profusely? Why are there fewer and fewer companions around me? Why are there cries of terror and reluctance from behind?

"! It's going to hang up again, why is this game so hard to play! In the end, we play the game, or the game plays us, a first-level task is stunned and can't get over it for two days, I grass, I grass! １

"Run! If you can keep a little bit, go back to the messenger mission and save money to buy soldiers1

"My day, go 1

"Ding! The attacker retreated successfully, and the battlefield was lifted. ”

"Run, run separately, and if you are chased, you will lose the remaining militia1

"Got it, run away you 1

Fang Zhiwen saw that the people who spoke were two guys wearing leather armor and holding a cross sword in their hands, looking like Chinese, with black hair and black eyes, waiting to say hello loudly and ask what was going on, but they couldn't speak when they opened their mouths, really, they couldn't make a sound at all, what was the situation?

"Run! Idiot! The militia keep up, run! I'm really chasing after me......"

Fang Zhiwen saw that the guy with the sword was running, and he turned around and screamed in horror, his feet were involuntarily running with him, Fang Zhiwen looked at his feet in surprise, although he wanted to try to see if he could stop, but the strong bandits chasing after him were not good stubble, although Fang Zhiwen had already died once, wait, died once?! When did you die once?

Fang Zhiwen ran in a daze, in fact, this running action was really not controlled by himself, he finally remembered it now, his brain was chaotic just now, and he kept paying attention to the things around him, and forgot the most important thing, and now he finally remembered, he was dead, definitely dead, he saw his own body blurred with his own eyes that was blown up!

So what's going on now? Obviously, this seems to be called time travel, at that time I was playing the legend of heroes, a popular virtual reality game that is said to have more than 100 million people online, and then I don't know if it was a gas explosion or something, anyway, he was wearing a game helmet and didn't know what was going on, so he was already out of his body, and then he looked at his body unwillingly, and then, he appeared in this place.

This can't be the game of heroic legends, right? It's not uncommon to travel into the game, and in the army of crossing, it belongs to one of the mainstreams, but it seems a little bad to travel through the world with players by yourself! What's even more pitiful is that my body should be a militia, just a little more defense and a little more speed than the peasants, and a little bit more attack of the three two-attribute militia!?

In other words, it's also called cannon fodder! What is cannon fodder, that is, the kind that turns to ashes every time you fight, what happens if you die in the game? Is it the end of life? Or will it be resurrected and then turn to ashes, which is even more tragic than the end of life! Woe!

Fang Zhiwen looked up at the player who was already in the dust, he didn't know what his name was, but when he was chased by a group of more than thirty-five bandits, and there were only five militiamen left, it was definitely the right choice to throw away the militia with a speed of only two points and escape, otherwise it would be a big loss if he died and fell one level.

Finally, Fang Zhiwen's lord disappeared from sight, and the five militias became wild soldiers in an instant, and the troops without the master were called wild soldiers, and more importantly, what would happen to the relationship between the wild soldiers? Fang Zhiwen had been playing this game, but he was playing as a player, so he didn't know what would happen between the wild soldiers.

But now he knew that when his master disappeared, his identity became a wild soldier, so he, like the five companions around him, stood still there, obviously, without command, the super brain was not willing to pay attention to these few irrelevant little soldiers.

Seeing the strong bandits that are continuing to approach not far away, this group of bandits will clear themselves together with four companions, which not only reduces the computing burden of the super brain, but also increases the experience of this group of bandits, killing two birds with one stone.

Fang Zhiwen didn't want to try whether he could be resurrected, since his companion didn't want to run anymore, but he still wanted to try to escape, or he needed to run desperately.

Fang Zhiwen used a few companions around him to block his figure, looked around, first ran straight ahead, that is, the direction of escape just now, left less than fifty meters, and the four militiamen who were standing stupidly behind were caught up by the bandits, and then around the two groups of guys who collided together, a pale yellow cover suddenly formed, Fang Zhiwen knew that it was a battlefield formed, and if he didn't escape at this time, when would he wait!?

Fang Zhiwen changed direction and ran wildly towards the grove on the left, in fact, with his speed of two points, he tried his best, but he was still similar to a turtle, looking back as he ran, and kept praying in his heart, hoping that his four stupid companions could delay for a while.

It's a pity that although this wish is very good, but the possibility of realizing it is very, very small, after the formation of the basic battlefield, the time consumed is only the time for the bandits to cross the battlefield, and when they reach the range of their attack, a dazzling sword light will drown the poor four stupid militiamen, and then, the battlefield is summarized, and the battlefield is lifted!

Then, the bandits seemed to see something that seemed to leap into the bushes not far away, but the little bandits' eyes were not very good, otherwise their active attack range would not be only a little more than a hundred meters, and Fang Zhiwen, who was cunning and a fish leaping into the bushes, was more than a hundred meters away from them.

Fang Zhiwen, who rolled into the grass, gasped, obviously, his physical strength seemed to have reached the limit, the physical strength of the militia was already small, the daily march was less than ten kilometers, there was a battle just now, and now Fang Zhiwen was trembling and paralyzed in the grass, really not afraid, but hungry.

Quietly sticking out his head, through the gap in the blades of grass, looking at a group of bandits in the distance, obviously, the super brain is not interested in these seemingly powerful small group of bandits, they are a little overwhelmed where to go for a while, and then it seems that the brain finally gave a direction, jumping, this group of black bandits finally walked away.

Fang Zhiwen took a big breath and breathed desperately, not to mention, the air was really fresh, in addition to a little bit of blood, there was also a little hot feeling, maybe it was because of too much exercise.

Thinking of the corpses that were bloody and rotten and separated, Fang Zhiwen retched a few more times, but fortunately, he was now more concerned about the fact that he had crossed over, and after being diverted, the dead bodies everywhere just now did not have such a big impact.

Looking around, it seemed to be quite safe, Fang Zhiwen finally put his mind at ease and began to think about his situation, it seems that he has indeed crossed over, it seems that he has indeed become an NPC, uh, NPC creeps, the smallest kind, crisper than porcelain, it will be finished with a snap at any time, and then, will it be reborn?

Continue to struggle to survive? Or do you just die and be reborn again? Maybe you can cross it again? Maybe you can travel to a better place and a better character?

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Zhiwen completely vented his emotions, and suddenly covered his face and cried, why did he die? Why did you cross over? Why can't I see my parents? Why did you become a garbage soldier? What's the matter......

No one can understand and resist the magic of fate, the gift of fate is always fair and fair, in the face of fate, you are a fart! So, be honest and accept the reality!

Although Fang Zhiwen was very wasted in his previous life, although he achieved nothing, he also has one of the biggest benefits, that is, he is at peace with what he encounters, and his ability to accept is super strong, since he can't figure out what the god of fate wants to do, then live first, although he is just an NPC, but it is also very magical and different, at least not like the previous life, mixed at the bottom of a large country with a super large population, living a life of eating and waiting for death.

Perhaps, what is waiting for you in front of you!?

raised his hand and looked at his calloused hands, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his skin, the state of his skin was very young, presumably he was not very old, touched his face and hair, and recalled his companion just now, Fang Zhiwen had to admit in despair that he was probably exactly the same as his companion, why did you say that this smart brain is just cutting corners! All the militia look the same!

Suddenly remembered something, Fang Zhiwen looked around, hesitantly reached out and touched down, fortunately, there is that baby, although they all look the same, but the human body structure is completely real.

Touched the hungry cooing belly, if you want to live, you must first feed your stomach, you say this wisdom brain, how can the environment be exactly the same as the real natural environment! It's a waste of resources, not even two leaves are the same, it's so annoying, are the leaves more noble than people!