The billowing smoke and dust are about to bury the Qing Dynasty, and the energy of hundreds of millions of players is simply not something that hundreds of thousands of troops can stop. Therefore, the Qing army began to shrink its defensive line. They prepared to move the wealth, grain and grass of Anhui and Zhejiang to Shandong, Hebei, Zhili and other places.

But how could a player possibly let the food in their mouths run away. Players who descended on Anhui and Zhejiang provinces began to hunt down the supplies escorted by tens of thousands of people.

Large-scale tracking battles are beginning to take place.

The battle on the side of the horse war is over, and it is just a Shaanxi and Gansu governor's mansion, which is really not enough to see in front of hundreds of thousands of players. The player who came to the front rushed into the Doge's Palace, where the fine porcelain, celebrity calligraphy and paintings, and various furniture became the target of the player's robbery.

The Silver Treasury is the focus of the attack, a governor of two provinces, and there is certainly not a small amount of gold and silver in it, but Ma Zhan didn't pay attention to it, because it will become a place for players to fight between themselves.

It took time, and if you don't get a little benefit, no one will be reconciled. The first player to enter will be targeted by all players.

It was wise for Ma Zhan not to go anywhere, because there was a scene of fighting here.

"Where's the silver?"

"Don't you know? Or do you mean it?"

"Killed them, robbed them of their things. ”

"If you don't spit it out, then go straight to it. ”

"Kill ......"

The greed of human nature is vividly staged here, and all the people have paid for their sweat, but they have not received what they deserve, how can they be willing.

A rain of arrows flew in the air, and players who entered the vault had no choice but to hide inside to fight guerrillas. But who can stop it?

When a player falls, seven or eight people pounce on him and strip him naked, leaving only a fig leaf that the system enforces to wear.

"You bastards, the wealth here is dying, why do you have to keep an eye on this place?" a bloodied player shouted weakly.

"There is a lot of wealth, but there are also a lot of wolves, but you should never have swept away all the gold and silver. A player with a spotted face said righteously.

"Hahahaha, you waste, you know that there is still half of the country in the Manchu Dynasty, do you think you can sit back and relax?"

"So what, tens of millions of us, each of us shoots a bow and arrow, and the Manchu army will be cleaned up, who can help me!" shouted a player who seemed to be the leader.

"Then you should die. Before he finished speaking, an arrow from Xuanxuan came in an instant, and it was fixed on the forehead of this seemingly leader player, his eyes were wide and round, and he felt unbelievable, there was a master here!

He died, and was quickly picked up by the players who approached him.

The two sides began to fight again, and the rain of arrows could no longer form an effective attack, and the hand-to-hand combat had just begun.

In the chaotic battle of thousands of people and tens of thousands of people, they can only be passively defended, because no one knows where a sword blade will suddenly appear and end their lives.

Who can know whom? There is no faith at all here, some are just swords and swords, some are only iron and blood. You slash me, I'll stab you......

Restraint is no longer there, and it is impossible to stop, whoever stops will die first, and there are hidden arrows everywhere.

Blood flowers are blooming, fires are burning, and players are desperate. Swords come and go, spears pierce, arrows rain down, and every time someone falls to the ground, this is a place of death.

Ma Zhan is in the distance, watching quietly, hundreds of thousands of people are guarding against each other, forming a team of threes and threes, and starting to search all over the city, the tall gate valve has become the player's first choice.

Kicked open the door of the house, entered the mansion, looked at the shivering players hiding under the table, laughing there, this is the rich man who used to stand on top of his head? Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and with a snort, the outer pupils of the member shrank sharply, and he slowly lost his mind. Blood spilled from his mouth and he died.

There were bursts of crackling sounds, women's wails, and begging for mercy in this courtyard, but people came, pieces of sword light, and blood flowing, showing their sorrow and pain.

This is no longer a relationship between right and wrong, friend and foe, killing red-eyed players who only want wealth. Only wealth can fill the ravines of the heart.

Looking at this city from a high place, all you see is killing, and every household will be patronized by players, which is better than the so-called digging three feet into the ground. Whether it was the player who achieved the killing, or the Manchu Qing who made the player, no one can say.

Some just kill, kill, kill!

Endless dog slaughterers, endless tigers and wolves.

The laughter and laughter of the past are gone, the shouting of the past is gone, Ma Zhan looked at everything in front of him, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and tears were dripping silently, this is an endless sorrow, why is the sky like this?

The player standing on the roof of the house cried inexplicably, as if he was crying for himself and for this era. What is true temperament, what is the release of inner evil, everything in front of you is, every scene in front of you is evil in the heart

Who can stop this group of crazy players, this is just a data plot, but what if the players who are killing in front of them bring this kind of release into the rivers and lakes? But how many players are there in front of you, and how many players are invisible?

And how many people can control their behavior and restrain their inner restlessness?

There was no answer, Ma Zhan saw the facts in front of him and understood why there were so few players in the game in the previous life, and why the players he met were in two states. Everything in front of you is the answer.

Is this really a human being living in the 21 st century, and this is a benevolent and righteous person who is full of morality? Why should human greed bother? This is already an executioner with bloody hands, and what is it ......

The player standing on the roof looks at everything in the city, and then he deeply understands why the ancients wrote such verses.

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, he hesitated, sad that the Qin and Han dynasties were in the office, and the palace was made of soil. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. ——Yuan——Yanghao "Hillside Sheep Tong Caring for the Ancients"

Did he see the scene in front of him? Or did he see something more painful than this, and wrote this poem that has been passed down through the ages? Probably, how can the treatment of the most inferior people be good.

This is the cry of the lowest human beings, and the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, but he only wants to be a part of it. The endless hatred of eternity, the hatred of all things that cannot be washed away.

Die young!!!