Woniuzhai was located atop Woniushan.

The mountain resembled a reclining ox, which, according to geomancy, was a very auspicious site. The terrain wasn't all that treacherous, but the ten-foot-high fortress walls and sharp wooden stakes were enough to fend off most enemies.

"Are these the invaders?"

Zhang Aniu, carrying two bronze mallets, came to the entrance of the stronghold and saw a noisy group of players approaching, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The newcomers were strange!

Each one had a shaved head and wore exotic clothes, tall and well-proportioned, with well-maintained appearances: red lips, white teeth, and shiny black hair that made him, the leader, envious.

But...

"Their steps are weak and unstable, their limbs lack strength... they hardly have any axes, only carrying wooden spears, not to mention leather or iron armor... More importantly, who the hell are these guys?"

Jinxiu Scholar watched the scene with stupefied eyes.

"Attack!"

"Take over Woniuzhai and spare no one!"

"We don't want prisoners; kill them all, loot them all, burn them all!"

Players who had just learned the foreign language of this world shouted their slogans with particular enthusiasm.

"Damn it, follow me, boys! Let's slaughter them!"

Zhang Aniu had never experienced an online flame war. Enraged by a bunch of players, he, with his notoriously hot temper, shouted loudly, ready to lead his underlings to confront the enemy.

"Leader, be careful!"

"If it's not feasible, remember to retreat in time. We can defend the fortress with just a few of us, even against hundreds of people!"

Unable to persuade the boss, Jinxiu Scholar could only offer a few words of caution, taking on the heavy responsibility of defending the fortress himself.

"It's about to start!"

At the best vantage point outside the battlefield, Zhong Shenxiu held a DV, preparing to shoot a documentary.

He was just here to watch the show, knowing that this first group battle among players was bound to be full of surprises—a perfect promotional material.

"But whether I release this material or not depends on my mood..."

Zhong Shenxiu adjusted the angle and, after a moment's wait, saw the gates of Woniuzhai burst open, with Zhang Aniu leading the third-in-command and a bunch of ferocious lackeys charging out.

Not many people were in Woniuzhai, and with those left guarding, there were only about thirty who rushed out.

But Zhang Aniu was confident.

After all, he alone could fight dozens!

And the opposing side, at first glance, seemed even worse than those organized by rural brawlers!

"Here they come, here they come!"

"I always feel the NPCs in this game are so intelligent; could they be mocking us?"

On the players' side, nearly a hundred people gathered together, all very excited.

"Kill, kill, kill, follow me and charge!"

'Live wildly if you won't die,' who had been playing games for so long and toiling away like a peasant worker, felt quite frustrated internally.

Now, seeing a group of humanoid monsters charging over, he shouted excitedly and was the first to brandish a small axe and charge ahead.

Then, he felt the players around him squeezing together, carrying him forward: "Don't push me, don't push me! Ahh!"

He let out a pained scream, fell to the ground, and was trampled upon by excited players more times than he could count.

After the tragic stampede, 'Live wildly if you won't die' was left mangled.

The first player casualty occurred, tragically not at the hands of the enemy but under the feet of their own comrades.

Thud, thud!

The two sides quickly neared each other, and then the bandit side released arrows.

Several feathered arrows instantly pierced through a few players, turning them into corpses.

Ancient melee combat with cold weapons was quick on the charge, and archers often only had the opportunity for one volley before they were forced to see red with their bayonets.

"Die for me!"

Xiewu, gripping a wooden spear, saw an enemy bandit viciously swing a blade, directly beheading 'Mo Tengyun'.

But the enemy's single blow had exhausted his strength and gave him a chance!

His eyes lit up; with a thrust of his spear, he felt the tip pierce something soft and resilient, followed by blood gushing forth, carrying a piece of intestine…

The opposing bandit fell straight down, another life vanishing like this…

He was stunned for a moment.

For a modern person, personally reaping a human life is definitely an extremely intense stimulation.

Then, Xiewu turned his head... and vomited!

On this lethal battlefield, seeing him in this state, a neighboring bandit didn't think twice and plunged his knife forward.

Xiewu instinctively raised his hand to block, feeling a sharp pain in his left arm as if it had been struck by something.

Then, his whole arm was sent flying, blood spurting wildly.

"Damn it, you dare to chop me?"

With his right hand holding the spear, he thrust forward, impaling the bandit's lower abdomen and angling the spear upward…

Before the battle, the players had adjusted their pain sensitivity to the lowest 10%!

Otherwise, the amputation he just experienced would have made him pass out from the pain long ago.

And the effect of this pain sensitivity adjustment was quite terrifying.

As the saying goes, the vicious fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who are fearless.

When the players were fearless and unafraid of pain, with rigorous training, they truly became sacrificial soldiers!

No matter how fierce the bandits were, they were just bandits, not even comparable to ordinary soldiers.

"I can still take on ten more!"

After his bout of nausea, Xiewu felt his blood rushing to his head and raised his long spear high, shouting fiercely.

Then, he collapsed to the ground, dead...

Cause of death: Excessive blood loss!

After all, although losing his left arm was not very painful, the blood was flowing profusely, and with his vigorous movements, who else but he would die?

"Ugh, ugh!"

Several female players, seeing this scene, immediately vomited.

"Wu wu..."

"Wu wu..."

There were even some female players who simply squatted down and started crying: "This is so scary, so scary... I don't want to play this game anymore."

While saying this, they attempted to click the exit option.

Unexpectedly, a prompt box popped up: [You cannot leave during combat!]

Then, they were slashed a few times and died out of the game.

...

Overall, the player's performance in this first group battle was very poor.

Wounding their own, vomiting while fighting, outright crying and refusing to play... it was complete chaos; any local brawler would shake their head upon seeing it.

But after all, they did have their strengths, for example, ancient armies would collapse when casualties exceeded thirty percent, but players did not have the concept of casualties, and would not collapse after just dozens were killed at the start.

Moreover, with their low sensitivity to pain, even if they were seriously injured, as long as their fighting spirit remained, they could fight, which was quite frightening.

Even more so, there was the miraculous ability to respawn on the spot after death.

Although limited to three times... the bandits did not know that!

Zhang Aniu, the leader of Woniuzhai, struck with his hammer once more, smashing the skull of 'Live Recklessly Until Death,' who had revived chattering nonsense and brandishing a small hatchet as he charged forth.

The next moment, with a flash of white light, 'Live Recklessly Until Death' reappeared, his axe striking Zhang Aniu's calf.

Zhang Aniu roared, half-kneeling on the ground, looking around with a mixture of bewilderment and frustration!