Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

The skeletons chasing behind him saw that the road ahead was blocked, so they were not in a hurry to catch up.

Under Lu's command, he slowly walked towards the crowd, his upper and lower jaws kept rubbing against each other, making a crisp sound, as if deliberately creating psychological pressure.

Every sound of the light footsteps was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the soldiers hard.

And the masks carved on the wall, looking down at the crowd, seemed to have a little more ridicule in their originally dull and empty eyes.

In front of him was a solid wall and a dead end, and behind him were the monsters and resurrected undead that were pressing on.

For the deserters who were just ordinary people, it was really a hopeless situation!

"Illusion! It must be an illusion! Hahaha, you can't fool me! This must be an illusion created by a monster!"

Looking at the towering wall in front of him, a leading deserter closed his eyes in disbelief, muttering words such as illusion and fake to deceive himself, and ran headfirst into the wall.

Bang——

A crisp sound rang out, proving that he had a good head.

It must be said that this brother is real, and he really dares to use his strength.

The wall was covered with red and white.

The pioneer proved with his actual actions that the wall in front of him was not a fake.

Not only was it real, but it was also very hard!

After learning that only death was waiting for them, the deserters collapsed mentally!

"Hahahaha... we can't get out! We can't get out! It's karma!"

"Nobita? When did you come? Yes, I love you too..."

"My fate is in my own hands! Rather than being eaten by monsters, I'd rather end it myself!"

"Woo woo ah ah - I don't want to die! Monster Lord, Monster Grandma, please spare me! It was that son of a bitch Zengen who forced me to do this, please spare me!"

In the final analysis, humans are sometimes the same as pigeons.

When all the pigeons gather together to peck, one suddenly flies to the right, and the rest of the pigeons will follow, flying to the right in a mess.

This is the pigeon flock theory proposed by the famous British horse racing master Diego Brando.

As the mood of collapse spread, the whole crowd was in chaos, and for a moment the camp seemed to have turned into a mental hospital.

Some collapsed and sat on the ground, shouting and laughing, some were frightened and insane, some were unwilling to endure what was coming and stabbed their throats to death, and some knelt down and begged for mercy.

Of course, there were also those with ulterior motives...

"Brothers, we are all going to die anyway, so why not fight them!"

Sone, who had been hiding in the crowd, rolled his eyes and raised a cold smile.

He knew that it was useless to just talk, because he knew what kind of people these deserters were.

The heavy taxes and labor service of the lower class made them becomeThey are not good at thinking, they only know how to follow blindly. Once someone takes the lead, they can do anything outrageous.

So while shouting slogans, he grabbed the deserter who had scolded him before and cut off his tongue.

After all, Zengen's martial arts value is still very high among ordinary people. Like this group of cannon fodder, he can easily subdue them with one hand.

"Heh, you dare to scold me in front of me, do you really think I have no temper!?"

In the horrified eyes of the deserter, Zengen whispered in his ear, and then used his clever strength to push him forward, while he continued to stay quietly and wait for the opportunity.

Under the effect of this clever strength, the deserter staggered forward, and at first glance, there was really an illusion of charging forward.

Seeing someone leading the charge, quite a few people were bewitched, and most of those who still had reason and didn't want to sit and wait for death all howled and rushed out together.

The chattering deserter was just pushed out, and after his strength was exhausted, he fell to the ground as if he had sprained his ankle.

But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. The soldiers who were inspired by "his behavior" had already launched a charge, and it was impossible for them to run back in disgrace again.

They stepped on him mercilessly and fought with the "skeleton".

And this unlucky guy couldn't even make a sound because his tongue was cut off, and was trampled to death on the ground.

"Hmm... It will be over soon!"

Seeing the other party rushing up again, Lu covered her mouth and chuckled as she directed the skeletons to rush up, while waving the pale bone blade in her hand to harvest the enemy's life.

The movements of his hands became more and more skillful.

She didn't care whether there was anything wrong with the other party's abnormal behavior. After all, for her, although the main target of resentment was Zeng Gen, these soldiers were all people who had hurt her.

The escape route had been blocked, and everyone present had to die. It was just a matter of order.

Seeing this scene, Zeng Gen's mouth corners slightly raised, and a sinister smile appeared.

He did this naturally not for personal revenge, or not just to avenge the other party's scolding him.

Seeing the soldiers and monsters fighting together again, he bent his body and shuttled through the remaining crowd, and quietly left alone 557 sticking to the wall 557.

Unlike those deserters who started to despair as soon as they saw the road ahead was blocked, although those guys could take the lead in escaping, it was only the role of survival instinct, and it was not a rational judgment.

They are used to obeying and it is difficult for them to make their own judgments.

But Sone, as a general, is naturally different.

"Hmph, after all, they are just a group of pigs, they can't do anything big! How can such a stone wall be so easy to build! Even if it is a monster, it is impossible to surround the entire camp!"

"This is aThere must be an exit, but it has not been found yet!"

"You idiots, just stay there and buy me time! It is your honor to help me!"

Thinking of this, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

With a contemptuous smile on his lips, Zengen kept moving along the wall with one hand.

Three minutes, five minutes, seven minutes...

Zengen still did not find the exit, and his heart gradually cooled down.

Could it be that the other party really built such a magnificent wall in just a moment!?

The screams echoing in the camp became smaller and smaller, and the frequency became less and less frequent. The sneer on Zengen's mouth had long disappeared, replaced by cold sweat on his forehead..