I'm bad, but players love me

There is no doubt that the "idiots" she mentioned are naturally referring to the Corey Army of the Ella faction.

In fact, among the many existing teams under Setash, in addition to some that were successfully betrayed by ELO, some that were disbanded by Elav, and some that were not easily used because they had escaped from ELO unscathed, there are still a considerable number of promising talents who survived.

Although on the surface the two factions have cooperated and merged into a unified force, everyone knows what their private thoughts are, but no one has taken the initiative to point them out.

This group of Kori troops nominally obeys the orders of your city lord, but Ren Saitaishi's command takes precedence over yours.

Especially now, Ella actually let a foreigner manage this army that was already a bit rebellious.

Although Lumi is a noble at least, he was not happy when a noble from another family came to his own territory to show off his power and give orders, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Who could accept this? Who could listen to her?

Now, once Setash's order is out, who cares what you, Lumi, think? We're going to do this whether we can or not. We have no intention of discussing it with you or explaining anything.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this seemingly idle woman sitting cross-legged on the ground was no ordinary person.

She was surrounded by soldiers, protecting her tightly while leaving a few sight gaps in the encirclement so that she could observe all the details happening on the scene at a glance.

In comparison, the leader who was shot dead by Imon seemed so insignificant in front of her, like a clown performing hard and jumping up and down in a circus just to make people laugh and add a little joy.

"Almost." Although her voice was not loud, everyone who could stay around her was an elite, so their hearing was naturally not bad.

The soldier beside him, noticing something, immediately bent down and asked quietly, "Captain, are we retreating now?"

She shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain and boredom in her eyes. Retreating now? That's too soon.

The team leader yawned in boredom. "Why rush? Wait a little longer. With their ELO level, I'm really worried they won't have enough time to lead the team to the designated location."

Her eyelids lifted slightly, as if penetrating the layers of people before her, and directly locked onto Aemon hiding deep within. "If we fail to kill all of these people because of this ridiculous reason, and the mission fails, that would be terrible."

What she wanted was to catch them all in one fell swoop, to make sure that no one slipped through the net, rather than just catching half of them and leaving half of them out for fun.

"Yes." After receiving her instructions, the subordinates took immediate action and quickly deployed personnel to delay time.

A soldier followed the order and came out. She raised the trumpet in her hand and shouted to the other side: "What are you...?"

But before she could finish her words, there was a loud bang, and the bullet instantly tore through the air, mercilessly piercing her head from the side. The trumpet she was holding tightly in her hand shook, and then she collapsed, along with the trumpet.

"Fuck it!" The regiment commander stood up suddenly, pushed away the soldiers surrounding her, and scanned the surroundings with a sharp gaze.

The trajectory of the bullet was not difficult to determine, but what was puzzling was that the direction of this bullet was completely opposite to the previous one.

She quickly turned her head, her eyes searching for the other person.

There are two possibilities: one is that the other party is well aware of the geographical environment of this place, and moves quickly and covertly, leaving no trace during the movement; the other is that they have more than one person, at least two, or even the entire ELO force has quietly arrived.

To be honest, the team leader was skeptical of what Setash said, "ELO attaches great importance to civilians, which is their fatal weakness."

She had just tried to test the situation by having the leader kill several civilians in a row, but ELO did not react at all. Instead, they only opened fire after a little girl holding ELO's gun fired.

It's clear that even if the little girl isn't a full-fledged member of ELO, she must be a member of its reserve team. Otherwise, how did she get the gun? ELO wouldn't be so generous as to give away guns casually, would it?

This means that ELO doesn't care about civilians, but their own members.

Therefore, what the team leader is most worried about is that if this continues, ELO will become desperate and take some extreme measures that she does not want to see.

Anyway, there was only one ELO reserve member present, and they didn't care much about the lives of civilians.

If you don't leave, they will just open fire, no matter whether you are a civilian, a Cori soldier, or a reserve member of ELO, they will shoot you all and kill you all.

After all, even the Corey Army has done this kind of thing, so how could ELO not do it?

After some in-depth consideration, the team leader made the next decision decisively - retreat!

As soon as she spoke, the Kori soldiers, who had been looking around like frightened birds and were restless, immediately calmed down. After restoring order, they began to evacuate the village swiftly. The arrogance they had when they came was gone.

Only when the last of the Kori army disappeared at the end of the village did Aemon slide down from a towering tree. He bent down and picked up a white cloth bag covered in mud from under the tree, and skillfully put it on his shoulder.

This white cloth bag was unusually tall, almost two-thirds of Imon's height, making Imon look a little funny.

Aemon had long noticed the unusualness of this team and had moved from the roof to a tree nearby.

When the leader fell, the Corey army behaved surprisingly calmly, as if nothing had happened. They were still there, intent on targeting people, instead of preparing to disband.

At that moment, alarm bells suddenly rang in Aemon's heart, and he realized that he had to act immediately.

A team that can achieve this state either has extremely strong psychological qualities and is an extremely difficult enemy to deal with, or the guy who died was not the leader of the team at all, but a fake leader who looks like the leader.

If we don't move our hiding place quickly and cleverly create the illusion that ELO has hidden a large number of people here, those people will definitely not leave here obediently.

……

Even though the Kori army had withdrawn, the villagers remained frozen in place, as if frozen in place, not daring to move. Their hearts were filled with fear, fearing that the slightest movement would result in the ELO's shooting.

They themselves knew clearly what they had just done. Although those who actually took action were all dead, those of them who stayed out of the matter and watched coldly were definitely not innocent.

After all, it was Imon who taught them the saying "In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent."

When they heard the shout, most people recognized that it was the voice of Aemon, a member of the ELO organization whom they had just betrayed.

This undoubtedly meant that ELO had fought back. After all, the Cori army had fled, so how could ELO not return? For a moment, everyone felt that their lives were numbered.

As soon as Aemon landed, he rushed straight towards the panicked villagers, and everyone fell into deeper panic.

They hurriedly read Aemon's eyes - they seemed to contain endless anger and disappointment, as well as a hint of indescribable determination.

However, the reality was quite different from what they had expected. Aemon showed no sign of revenge, he simply threw the white cloth bag on his back to the ground.

With a clattering sound, the crisp sound of metal colliding emanated from the cloth bag. Aemon squatted down and swiftly untied the bag. A strong smell of rust hit him. When the bag was completely opened, the gun that Aemon had buried with his own hands lay inside.

Eamon slowly stood up, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and his words struck a chord with the people. "Everyone has heard it, you are doomed to die! No matter how submissive you are, no matter how much you flatter, the Cori Army only has one way for you! A dead end! If anyone still wants to live, then take up your gun and follow me!"

As soon as the words fell, the students who had followed Eamon to bury the guns rushed forward impatiently to divide the guns. Colin naturally wanted to go up as well. She already had a gun, so it was natural for her to follow the teacher.

However, Eamon seemed to have read her mind. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes fixed on Colin's hands, and motioned her to look at his own hands - those hands were still trembling slightly, unable to stop, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

With a pair of hands like that, let alone ensuring the accuracy of a gun, even picking up a stone would be extremely difficult for her.

"Colin, don't go." Aemon softened his tone and said softly, "Take good care of your mother. She can't live without you now."

Shame washed over Colin like a tide. She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her trembling hands. Then, her gaze turned to her mother, who was covered in bruises.

The dirty debris still stubbornly clung to the mother's messy hair, silently accusing Colin of inaction just now.

"Teacher, I..." Colin's voice was trembling and confused. She tried to explain why she hesitated just now, but when the words came to her lips, she became incoherent.

She didn't even know why she chose to stand there stupidly, using her body to block the rocks for her mother, instead of decisively shooting and ending the lives of those idiots.

She has a gun and bullets, so why not do it?

Aemon reached out and gently stroked her messy hair, his voice gentle but firm, "I'm late, it's my fault."

If he had been able to get back faster...the situation wouldn't have been so bad.

There was a world of difference between Colin and Eamon.

Aemon was an orphan, a poor man who only survived hunger after following ELO. As a result, his actions were naturally cold and ruthless, with no hesitation in his sword strikes, not to mention his proficiency with firearms.

In ELO, almost every kid grows up touching a gun.

But Colin was different. She was essentially a child from a well-protected family. Of course, she couldn't always have enough to eat, but she wasn't starving like the poor either. Plus, as the youngest child in the family, she was more or less spoiled.

It was precisely because of this that she could easily accept the concept of "equality for all" advocated by ELO, quickly change her original ideas, and throw stones at those nobles whom she once dared not look directly at without hesitation.

But on the other hand, she couldn't be as extreme as Imon.

She would cry and make a fuss to persuade her mother to follow ELO, but she would never follow ELO alone after her mother refused, forcing her mother to catch up because of worry about her.

She could draw her gun for her mother, but when the muzzle was pointed at a familiar face, her hands would tremble and her heart would hesitate. She had not yet truly gotten used to the coldness of death, and the fear and uneasiness prevented her from pulling the trigger as ruthlessly as she would against an enemy.

After hearing Eamon's words of comfort, Colin's tears immediately rolled down like beads from a broken string.

She hurriedly covered her face with her sleeves, trying to hide the uncontrollable sadness, but from the gaps in the fabric, a whine still escaped from time to time, "Woo... I am just a cowardly waste..."

Yimeng was also confused. It wasn't me who made her cry, was it? I have other things to do!

So he had to look back at the progress of the villagers getting their guns and quickly comfort them, "It's okay, you've tried your best."

At this moment, a crisp slap sound suddenly rang out, and the "pa" sound was particularly harsh in the silent air.

This sudden slap immediately stopped Colin's crying. She raised her head with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, and subconsciously reached out to touch the back of her head, which was slightly hot.

"Cry, cry, cry!" Aunt Seth lay there, cursing angrily, "You still call yourself a waste? Why don't you consider your own worth first before you use the name 'waste'? And you're still here causing trouble for others! If you don't feel ashamed, I do!"

"Mom!" Colin's face turned red after being scolded by his mother. For a moment he was speechless and could only stand there awkwardly.

But Aunt Seth didn't hesitate. She could barely move, but she was unforgiving. "I told you you're stupid, and you really are, aren't you? With your tiny body, what are you doing there? If I had to go up there, I'd have shot him twice. The guy who pointed at me and cursed at me still owes us two eggs. Let's be generous, too. Buy two, get two free. Two eggs, two bullets!"

Chapter 113: Eight Hundred vs. Three Thousand? (Edited)

On the screen, Gou Zi led his troops to ambush silently in the woods, and used a telescope to carefully observe the Colin army troops running in an orderly manner in front of them.

He himself sat in front of the computer, a disdainful sneer curling his lips. "Eight hundred versus six hundred, the advantage is mine, right? With just these few people down there, less than three hundred, I went up and they immediately surrounded me! It's hilarious! You dare come with such a small number of people? You really think I have no ELO, right?"

[Yell! Yell again! Who was the one who retreated so easily before?]

[Come on, at least Gouzi didn't press "surrender," so how can that not be considered loyal to ELO?]

[Gouzi, stop it. You can't beat me. You really can't beat me.]

I've replayed it several times, and it's simply impossible to beat it. Entering ELO means you can't increase your Faith anymore. I can still draw with nameless nobles, but I'm completely crushed by any nobles with names.

[After all, it's not allowed to increase your Faith stat before joining the ELO camp. If your Faith stat is high, you'll be directly in the ELO camp, and you won't be able to defect midway.]

[It’s still just one word: “dish”! ]

"No," Gouzi hastily defended his previous "retreat." "It was mainly because we were short of men and I wasn't prepared. Who knew the Cori Army would have so many men, and their nobles' stats would be so impressive?"

He was unlucky, always encountering Lumi during missions. He could manipulate the wind to make his bullets fly back, so why would he fight?

But you must be tough to the end.

He paused, then said with an invincible look, "Come on, I have the numerical advantage now. How can I lose? Besides, I'm not just sending people charging straight in. I've laid mines, okay? When the time is right, I can give them a fatal blow."

"What's Lumi? Even if she comes, she can only watch these guys get blown to death!"

"I'm here outside, and Imon can also recruit a group of people from the village. Although their quality may not be that high, but with the help of inside and outside, I'm sure to win!"

[It's okay to force yourself to save face. 】

Lumi is like a blind man. He can't even hear what's happening when so many people are digging in the dirt.

【The protagonist's halo, please understand. 】

[She probably thought it was the Kori army that was doing this. Didn't they massacre the whole village? Maybe she thought they were digging graves to bury the bodies after they massacred the whole village?]

This makes me angry. I used this as an example when I was arguing with those idiots from the noble camp, and they just said, "Are those villagers not guilty? Why would they attack Lord Saitaishi? Besides, weren't all the villagers dead?"

[Wow, I know there's a difference in the players' factions, but if you don't know, you might think there's a difference in the players' races.]

[This is what the "superior" of our noble camp is like.]

At this moment, the Kori army was still advancing steadily without knowing it, while the regiment commander remained highly alert, looking around at every corner.

Her heart was tense, always ready to deal with ELO's sudden attack from any direction.

At that time, as soon as ELO opened fire, the other part of the Cori army hiding in the dark would hear the news and move at lightning speed to accurately lock onto ELO's position and wipe them all out.

These small forces on the ground are actually just "bait" to confuse the enemy. The real hunters have already been lurking in the mountains and forests around ELO, quietly waiting for the "prey" to appear.

Logically speaking, as the head of the group, he should have stayed at the rear and waited for good news. It would be somewhat inappropriate for him to go into battle personally.

She knew that this was the only way to force Lumi to accept that she hadn't acted on her own, detached from her control, after receiving orders from someone else. Instead, she had been beaten by ELO and had to fight back.

Although the risk factor will be higher during the process of staying in the decoy force, the safety factor will be maximized after the end.

At least he had to give some face to Lumi, his nominal superior, otherwise she would report him to Ella and he would be in big trouble.

Just a hundred meters out of the village, the pace of a soldier at the front of the team suddenly became a little hesitant. She looked down at her feet still on the ground, frowned slightly, as if she was wondering about something.

She just inexplicably felt that something seemed wrong under her feet, and the ground seemed to feel softer than usual.

It didn't feel like walking on a muddy road that hadn't rained for many days and was trampled hard by people, but more like walking on cultivated land that had just been loosened.

Her heart moved, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind - it seemed that someone had dug a small hole in the ground and then hastily filled it up.

Was it an illusion? She tilted her head, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts, but the unease continued to grow like a vine within her.

The impatient urging voices of other soldiers came from behind. She gritted her teeth, knowing that she couldn't hesitate here for too long without knowing why. She had to force herself to calm down, pick up her pace and continue forward.

However, just as she released her right foot from the ground, a slight "drip" sound suddenly rang out, like a drop of water falling on a calm lake, causing ripples.

Although the sound was small, it was extremely clear, echoing in the empty air and seeming particularly abrupt.

The main explosive was detonated in an instant, and a powerful shock wave carrying shrapnel rushed towards the group of Kori soldiers who were still unaware of anything like a rainstorm. Their figures became distorted and blurred in the firelight of the explosion.