I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 67 --Human Warriors Are Insane

Looking out across the battlefield, countless ordinary defensive installations were set up along the city walls.

Ballistae, trebuchets, rolling logs, giant stones—everywhere there were mechanisms designed to crush invaders.

Bronzebeard gazed at these machines, his mind momentarily steadying.

"Come on, humans," he sneered. "Let me show you the true might of dwarven technology!"

Five miles away, Alan stood behind a massive shield wagon. Through his telescope, he carefully observed the approaching enemy horde.

"Well... this defense is formidable," he muttered. He lowered the telescope and began issuing orders.

"First, second, and third corps, advance from the left, center, and right!"

"Shield wagon units, take point and protect the infantry!"

"Archers, follow the shield wagons and suppress the walls!"

"Mages and summoners, hold your positions. Once their siege engines fire, destroy them immediately!"

"Cavalry, flank positions. When the gates open, charge in!"

One command after another flew down the ranks. Ten minutes later, the battle began.

"Attack!"

The horn sounded.

A massive human army of five million players surged forward.

At the front were the shield wagons.

Twenty-five platinum-grade shield wagons formed a single line.

Behind each wagon marched hundreds of infantry.

The heavy metal panels of the shield wagons could resist both arrows and stones.

They were the perfect cover for a siege assault.

Behind the shield wagons, dense lines of archers moved forward.

Crouched, taking advantage of the wagons’ protection, they were ready to fire back at any moment.

Further behind were the mages, summoners, and clerics.

Each prepared to provide fire support or healing as necessary.

On both flanks, the cavalry waited patiently, poised to strike the instant the gates opened.

Boom!

Boom—boom!

From the walls, Thunder Cannons roared to life.

Lightning spheres shrieked through the air, smashing into the shield wagons.

Crash!

Explosions rocked the battlefield, deafening the advancing troops.

One shield wagon took a direct hit. Its entire frame trembled violently, and cracks appeared across its protective plating.

"Holy shit! That’s intense!"

The players behind it flinched in fear.

But the bombardment was far from over.

Next, the Lava Throwers opened fire. Molten rocks plummeted from the battlements, striking players indiscriminately.

Boom!

The lava exploded, spraying scalding molten rock across the battlefield.

Any player touched by the lava instantly screamed in pain as their health rapidly drained.

Within moments, some fell to the ground with zero HP.

"Healers! Healers!"

"Get us healed, you idiots!"

"Look at my leg—it’s on fire, oh my god!"

"Don’t panic! Spread out! Everyone scatter!"

The battlefield descended into chaos. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But soon, the players stabilized their formation.

"Archers, fire back!"

Arrows rained from the human ranks, pinning down the dwarven archers.

"Mages and summoners, target those Thunder Cannons! Destroy them!"

Magic flared across the battlefield. Fireballs, ice arrows, lightning bolts, wind blades—they all struck the walls.

Shadows, ghosts, skeletal warriors, and magical beasts appeared atop the walls, summoned to disrupt the dwarves’ defense.

Crash!

A Thunder Cannon exploded under a barrage of fireballs.

Crash!

A Lava Thrower froze mid-operation, iced over by a precise magical attack, and became useless.

"Yes! That’s it!"

Alan waved his command baton vigorously, shouting above the noise.

"Shield wagon units, advance! Get closer to the walls!"

"Engineers, prepare the ladders!"

The shield wagons pushed forward under a relentless hail of fire.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Finally, the wagons reached the base of the walls.

"Ladders! Set up the ladders!"

Engineers dashed forward under fire, placing ladders against the battlements.

Players began climbing rapidly.

On the walls, dwarven warriors hurled rolling logs and massive stones down at the attackers.

But instead of hearing the expected screams of agony, a strange sound rose from below.

Excited shouts echoed from the human soldiers.

"Whoa... is this really a siege? This game feels so real!"

"Hahaha! Awesome! My head got smashed, holy shit, but I still have 1000 HP left!"

"Not gonna lie, these little dwarves are ugly as hell, every one of them has a messy beard!"

"I love this game! This is exactly the kind of battle I live for!"

"Keep climbing! Watch how I take these dwarves down!"

Players fell from stones, arrows, and lava, but more kept climbing, stepping over fallen comrades with unrelenting excitement.

This chaotic scene terrified the dwarves.

Hands that were tossing stones trembled uncontrollably.

Finally, the first human player reached the top of the wall.

"Hehe, I’m up—let’s go!"

He swung his weapon, lunging at the nearest dwarf warrior.

One by one, the second, third, and fourth players joined him. Soon, a brutal melee erupted along the battlements.

Meanwhile, at the city gates, battering rams smashed furiously against the reinforced doors.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thick wooden gates cracked with each strike.

"Keep pushing, brothers!"

"The gate’s down to one-tenth of its HP!"

Crash!

Finally, the gates collapsed.

"The gates are open!"

"Charge!"

"Go, Munich Squad, follow me!"

The cavalry poured into the city like a tidal wave.

The dwarven settlement’s fate was sealed.

Anvil clan chief, Bronzebeard, stood atop the walls, watching the battlefield descend into chaos. His face was pale as iron.

Facing millions of humans, he had never imagined holding the city would be possible.

Yet, he had expected a longer defense.

The walls were formidable. The humans seemed weak, some barely above level thirty.

And yet, they attacked like lunatics, fearless even in the face of death, their faces alight with excitement.

"Chief, retreat! We’ll cover you!"

A dwarf general gripped Bronzebeard’s arm.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, a sudden golden light pierced his chest.

-850,000!

He looked down at the massive gaping hole in his chest, disbelief written across his face.

Then he collapsed with a thundering crash.

...

[System Notice: Congratulations! You and your army have successfully conquered the "Anvil Tribe (Mid-tier City)"!]

[Battle Results:]

Dwarven Warriors Killed: 52,847

Dwarven Warriors Captured: 21,236

War Machines Seized: Thunder Cannon ×37, Lava Thrower ×52, Steam Crossbow ×143

Equipment Captured: Gold-grade ×327, Platinum-grade ×43, Epic-grade ×2

Resources Acquired: Silver-grade ore ×1,270,000 units, Thundersteel ×830,000 units, countless other materials

[Faction Points Earned: 9,263,760]

[Merit Points Earned: 2,847,200]

...

[Global Announcement!!!]

Under the leadership of player "Faustus," the human alliance has successfully conquered the dwarven mid-tier city "Anvil Tribe"!

This marks the first large-scale victory of humans over non-human races!

All participating human players receive an additional +1000 points!

This achievement has been recorded in the annals of war!