It has always been understood that the success of one general comes at the cost of ten thousand bones. After fighting for so long, everyone had long since cast aside the compassion and pity of modern people. The battlefield was, after all, a life-and-death game.
The first thing Zhou Ningdong thought of was not to ask Ye Yun for help or order a retreat, but to use the deaths of all the reserve team members to forge Muziming's reputation!
Upon hearing Zhou Ningdong's words, Ye Yun was stunned at first, then a slight smile appeared on his face.
While Ye Yun's combat power was indeed strong, he was more like a god on high, and they were there to share his burdens, not to hide under his wings.
Just like now, Ye Yun could easily kill all these aliens with a single skill and then distribute the various resources obtained as he had in the past. However, one was given by others, and the other was earned through one's own efforts; this was an entirely different feeling.
At this moment, the city gates were wide open. All the players from the reserve team, including those with support professions, led by their respective captains, surged onto the battlefield like a torrential flood of a hundred thousand.
From a high altitude, it looked like a small cluster of ants biting at a giant elephant.
Whoosh...
Vines that blotted out the sun danced wildly in the air. Players were pierced by these vines, then carried into the air and dropped, falling like a heavy rain.
Even Ye Yun, who had witnessed such scenes in the real world in his previous life, could not help but be stunned.
In his previous life, the vines in the real world were not so merciful. After piercing human hearts, they would drag humans into the sky and slowly drink their blood and devour their flesh, which served as their nourishment.
Compared to these level 100+ natives, the reserve team was still significantly weaker. Apart from the first and second echelons, almost no one else could withstand a single move from these natives.
In just a moment, the hundred thousand reserve players were decimated, with less than two thousand remaining.
"The heavens have died..."
A disembodied voice echoed across the entire battlefield. The entire sky suddenly transformed into another battlefield. On the battlefield, an old man with waist-length hair stood in a smoke-filled clearing, sighing up at the sky.
He wore a yellow Taoist robe and a purple-gold coronet. He held a nine-section staff in his hand, his eyes vacant, and his long beard fluttered in the smoke.
At his feet, endless bones were piled high like mountains. In his eyes, countless starving refugees died of hunger.
"What is happening?"
The anomaly in the sky immediately bewildered Ye Yun, who was familiar with Muziming's skills. This kind of anomaly that reflected history felt incredibly strange.
"The heavens have died, and the Yellow Turbans shall rise! Is this old man Zhang Jiao or someone else?"
As a Chinese, almost everyone had an impression of this historical figure. He was often overlooked among countless historical figures.
He cultivated the 'Book of Great Peace' and later founded the Way of Great Peace. Some called him the General of Heaven, while others revered him as the Great Virtuous Teacher. Although his peak was short-lived, his influence on later generations was far-reaching. Among them, the well-known Ming Cult worshipped him as their ancestor!
It could be said that the fundamental doctrines of Taoism took root in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his contribution was immense.
Those who had retreated to the city walls after dying in battle spoke not a word, staring blankly at the anomaly in the sky.
"The Yellow Turbans shall rise..."
After a long period of contemplation, the old man suddenly raised his head. Immediately, countless Yellow Turban warriors appeared behind him, clad in yellow robes, holding various weapons, their eyes filled with eagerness as they looked at the old man.
As the old man finished speaking, a large yellow banner suddenly unfurled behind Muziming. On the ground, where the system had refreshed the bones, Yellow Turban warriors appeared one by one.
Ye Yun noticed that this time there was a significant difference from the previous Yellow Turban Wrestlers. Most of the previous Yellow Turban Wrestlers were unarmed, looked malnourished, and fought bare-handed. However, the Yellow Turban warriors that appeared now were all tall and robust, uniformly clad in yellow metal armor, and many even rode magnificent horses!
Cavalry had appeared!
"Haha... my innate skill has actually leveled up!" Muziming's excited roar echoed across the battlefield.
At this moment, the anomaly in the sky gradually disappeared. However, these anomalies did not cause the movements of the Gu Tong tribe warriors to falter in the slightest. They were like killing machines, silently slaughtering every enemy who stood in their path.
They didn't even give a second glance to the more than 90,000 Yellow Turban warriors who had suddenly appeared.
Innate skill leveled up!
Everyone's heart trembled upon hearing Muziming's voice.
How was this possible!
Innate skills were skills that awakened automatically upon entering the game. Even after three years of struggling in the game in his previous life, Ye Yun had never heard of anyone whose innate skill had leveled up. There was no news of this kind on the Tian Dao Forum, which was full of information.
And now Muziming claimed his innate skill had leveled up? Was this even possible?
If it were possible, what would his 'Gilding' skill become if it were upgraded?
"What's going on?" Ye Yun killed a Gu Tong warrior who approached him with a skill, then blinked to Muziming's side.
"I don't know either. Just now, when I used 'Yellow Turban Banner,' the system prompted that my innate skill of summoning fifteen thousand warriors automatically unlocked the summoning of Yellow Turban warriors, and there was a chance to summon Yellow Turban cavalry." Muziming quickly replied when Ye Yun asked.
Holy crap...
Ye Yun felt jealous.
His innate skill, 'Gilding,' gave him a head start, but only he knew how troublesome this skill was. It could be said that his innate skill was now on the verge of being useless, as the cooldown period was long enough for all players to doubt if they would even survive until then.
"What's the difference between the summoned Yellow Turban warriors and the previous Wrestlers?" Ye Yun asked with some bitterness.
"Their attributes have roughly doubled, and their post-battle retention time has been increased by one hour."
Post-battle retention time was the time some special summoned creatures could remain with their owner after combat. For example, the previous Yellow Turban Wrestlers would automatically disintegrate into dust if they were out of combat for more than two minutes.
However, if the enemy launched a second attack within these two minutes, the countdown for post-battle retention time would be automatically interrupted, and they would re-enter combat status. Once out of combat, the timer would automatically resume.
"An hour of post-battle retention time? That's awesome?" Ye Yun stared blankly at Muziming.
"Woody, perhaps your spring is about to arrive!"