"Yes, we'll hit the tail of the Iron Blood Brotherhood's formation! Kill their support, take them out! Brothers in the front lines, charge with me!" Dragon Fist shouted excitedly.
The first six rows of Holy Knights and defense warriors turned around and followed Xiangshou Xiangxi, Dragon Fist, and the others as they charged toward the rear of the Iron Blood Brotherhood's formation.
The 400,000 players from the four affiliated guilds had formed ranks of 4,000 across and 100 rows deep. There was no space between players; they were practically packed shoulder to shoulder. As a result, the first six rows moved slowly and chaotically as they tried to circle around from the flank.
At that moment, Lu Yang led his troops onto a small hill. When he turned his head and saw the situation, an excited expression appeared on his face.
"Heaven is helping me. So the enemy is this vulnerable after all. I gave them too much credit," Lu Yang said, clenching his fist.
Cute Queen, Three-Faced Devil, and the other ranged leaders stood beside Lu Yang. Upon hearing his words, both of them looked toward him. Cute Queen in particular had believed the Iron Blood Brotherhood was destined to lose this battle, yet Lu Yang had come up with a solution even under these circumstances. She was extremely curious about what he had in mind.
"Boss, have you thought of a new way?" she asked.
Lu Yang smiled and looked toward the battle ahead. Tang Feiqi, Tan Zhe, and the Blood Oath Shamans under their command were fighting extremely smoothly. The enemy was no match for them, while their own side had suffered almost no losses. They were steadily advancing and would soon punch through the enemy's position.
Satisfied, he turned back and pointed at the enemy Holy