Ma Jingming had never expected Olma to be so generous, actually giving him the main force of two million players. It was probably only because Olma temporarily had no one else to use and had no choice.
Before Olma could recall these troops, Ma Jingming intended to get them killed first. He absolutely could not let Olma take them back intact. With that in mind, he asked Olma for the troops and equipment that very night.
Olma had originally been worried about an enemy attack at night, but seeing how eager Ma Jingming was, he gathered two million men for him overnight and issued their equipment. Meanwhile, Lu Yang launched a fierce overnight assault, sending a total of six million players to attack the three strongholds of Black Sand, Ruins, and Scorched Earth.
After that day's battle, the Iron Blood Brotherhood players saw that Tangrus Guild players' morale had fallen to rock bottom and assumed they could easily defeat Olma's forces. Unexpectedly, Black Edge and the Purple-Gold Giant erupted with fierce aggression, personally leading their troops and repelling the Iron Blood Brotherhood's attacks several times.
During the exchange of attacks, Lu Yang received a message from Ma Jingming and learned the full situation. He shook his head with a sigh and said, "No wonder Black Edge and the Purple-Gold Giant are fighting so desperately. They're putting on a show for Olma."
Ma Jingming nodded. "Exactly. My two million men can join the battle in the latter half of the night. Let's end today's war. There's no point continuing."
If Ma Jingming's two million players joined the battle while Lu Yang's side was exhausted, it truly would be difficult to fight.
"Stabilize your troops first," Lu Yang said. "I'll see how we can make use of these two million people."
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