This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 308.2: Victory!

Back to the battlefront...

The printing factory on the edge of the county was the first line of defense of the Bonechewer Clan in the south of Bluestone County, and it was also the first nail stuck in the way of the players.

The company led by Iron Hands was ordered to garrison the area. They pre-deployed two 12mm heavy machine guns and two 60mm mortars, mobilized slaves to dig trenches with a total length of nearly a kilometer, and deployed barbed wire and spiked stakes at the front of the trenches.

In addition, 20 Armor Fist Bazookas and 10 7mm light machine guns were dispatched to the trenches. If players attacked from the front, it would be a tough battle, and the crossfire pouring from the roof and the trenches would become a nightmare for the infantry.

Of course, Chu Guang would not let the players rush forward recklessly.

Before attacking the area, 4 100kg aerial bombs and 24 rounds of 100mm shells were dropped on Iron Hand Company's positions.

And before the first round even started, the mortar positions deployed by Lion Fang in the printing factory and the heavy machine guns on the roof were directly blown away by the long-range firepower of the New Alliance.

After a round of fire coverage, the originally relatively complete concrete factory building was tottering under the indiscriminate bombing.

However, before the marauders hiding inside recovered from the indiscriminate bombing, another round of dense mortar shells fell on their heads.

"Fuck! When are they going to stop!" Spitting out a mouthful of bloody dirt, Iron Hand wearing the baseball helmet pressed his head tightly to the ground, feeling both shocked and terrified.

Before he joined the Bonechewer Clan, he was an underground gladiator. Although he often fought fiercely with others, he had never seen such a battle!

Previously, when he pillaged the middle of the River Valley Province with Lion Fang, he occasionally encountered some tough resistances, but those survivors had nothing more than a few rudimentary cannons, or cannons bought from big forces.

The basic cannons were powerful but poor in accuracy. They looked fierce but couldn't blow up anything. Although the cannons they bought were accurate, once it ran out, they were basically left staring blankly at their enemies. Often, it only took 1 or 2 charges to completely defeat those ill-prepared weaklings, leaving them completely defenseless.

It wasn't like these lunatics at all...

Those people kept dropping bombs over their heads as if it didn't cost them any money, and the planes in the sky were also firing round after round at their positions like they had endless ammunition.

Listening to the roar of the gunfire, Iron Hand felt his teeth clicking, and the hand holding the gun trembling uncontrollably.

He was an ability user. However, the power flowing in his blood vessels could not bring him any sense of security!

"Boss! How long will it take for reinforcements to arrive?"

"Where's our artillery!"

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Our artillery?

Hearing the terrified shouts of his subordinates, a miserable wry smile appeared on Iron Hand's face.

Although he didn't know what was going in the rear, looking at the howling planes flying in the sky, he could easily guess what the artillery position was like.

Especially in the previous round of rocket coverage, he had completely given up the illusion of getting support from their artillery.

At this time, the artillery of the New Alliance suddenly stopped bombing their position, but the beating heart of Iron Hand was raised to his throat instead.

He knew what it meant when the shelling ended.

Trying to integrate his fear into the voice and throw it out of his chest, Iron Hand holding the helmet let out a hysterical roar.

"Get ready for battle!"

As mortars fired a round of smoke bombs, the front of the battlefield was instantly covered in thick smoke.

The light machine gunners poked their heads out of the trench again. However, when these marauders released the safety and prepared to shoot, they were horrified to find that 2 armored trucks welded with steel plates rushed out of the smoke first.

Bullets were shot out frantically from the light machine guns like droplets. However, it only left egg-sized dents on the steel plate.

Ignoring the barrage of incoming bullets, the trucks turned slightly to the right, showing their sides to the marauder's position.

Immediately afterwards, the marauders in the trench were horrified to find that 2 quadruple anti-aircraft autocannons were aimed straight at their faces.

"Gunners, load high explosive rounds!"

Escaping Mole, who led the infantry behind, patted the side of the truck excitedly, and shouted at the player sitting on the gun emplacement.

"Aim at their machine guns and fire!"

Instantly, the quadruple anti-aircraft autocannons sprayed thick and long flames at the same time!

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by the roars of the autocannons, hundreds of 20mm high-explosive shells were poured over the marauders' heads, and the marauders next to the light machine gun were instantly killed. The raging shrapnel and explosive flames made the serpentine trenches become hell on earth in an instant.

Iron Hand holding the light machine gun was killed on the spot, and half of his head was blown out of the trench. His assistant squatting next to him was so frightened that his legs became weak and he completely lost his will to fight.

A marauder plucked up his courage and tried to fight back with an Armor Fist Bazooka on his shoulders, but the distance of 300 meters was just out of his attack range.

The New Alliance had not only replicated the Army's Armor Fist but had even created several extended versions of it. They were extremely familiar with all the parameters of this weapon.

The rocket with a trailing flame only flew more than 250 meters away before falling weakly to the ground. Since the end fuze was not triggered, it didn't even destroy a lump of dirt.

"Brothers! Charge!"

Seeing that the marauder's defense line had begun to collapse, Escaping Mole excitedly blew his whistle. Under the cover of the quadruple anti-aircraft autocannons, he led the Skeleton Corps and began to charge.

Except for the six crew members and gunner who did not move, the 44 infantrymen each held an LD-47 and a shovel.

Only Elf Wang held a semi-automatic with an extended barrel in his hand. The bipod of the gun had been replaced with a long bayonet, and he who was holding it was shouting in excitement while charging.

The rounds of bombardment had brought the morale of the marauders who stood firm in the printing factory to the brink of collapse, and with the death of the Company Leader and the sound of the death whistle, they could no longer restrain the fear in their hearts. Many of them abandoned the position and fled backward, completely ignoring the strict defense orders.

Of course, Escaping Mole would not give them a chance to regain their strength. He quickly ordered the 2 quadruple anti-aircraft autocannons to fire at the marauders who had jumped out of the trenches and tried to flee desperately.

Soon, from the trenches to the printing factory, there were only broken limbs left, and not even a complete body could be found.

"Drop your weap... Very good, put your hands on your head and squat down." Irene, who jumped into the trench, raised his gun to aim at a marauder, but found that the man had already dropped his weapon. Instead of killing the man, he ordered the man to squat on the ground with his hands on his head.

Taking marauders captive would give him a higher score than killing them.

And getting higher scores meant more contribution points and money.

Their mission was to capture the printing factory. Now that the mission had been completed, there was no need for him to waste bullets unnecessarily.

Not far away, Escaping Mole had rushed into the factory with other players, and the battle had come to an end.

Only then did Irene realize that the soil in the trench under his feet had been flooded by blood and turned into mud. And he was stepping on half a corpse, its shape already unrecognizable.

"Task... This is too gory." Irene couldn't help but click his tongue.

Before they even rushed over, the numbers of marauders left of the 3 squads guarding the region weren't even enough to make up a single squad.

At this moment, Elf Wang limped into the trench, cursing, "Fuck, I didn't even fire a single shot, but it's already ended. I even got shot in the leg and I don't know which bastard did it!"

As he spoke, he glared at the captive. "Is it you?"

The captive trembled all over. He couldn't understand what the man said, and he didn't dare to say anything; he could only bury his head in his arms.

Elf Wang did not give a surrendered prisoner a hard time. He took out a bandage from his bag and bandaged himself up simply.

"It looks like this battle is coming to an end." Irene glanced towards the north side of the trench, which was the direction of the county center.

The Death Corps led by Sideline Slacking had launched a charge, engaging in street fighting with the marauders stationed in the abandoned residential area.

Heavy exoskeletons couldn't be used in narrow terrain, and their partially convertible armored vehicles couldn’t drive into the ruins. So the cleaning work could only be done by light infantry.

From the intense gunfire, one could tell how intense the battle situation was over there. The marauders hiding in the corridors and alleys were like trapped animals in a desperate situation. It was not easy to find them all.

But Irene wasn't worried about them.

As one of the few LV10 corps in the new alliance, the combat power of Death Corps was definitely at the tier 1 level, and there were many high-level players who ranked highly in the server.

The reason why the team looked a bit too large was mainly to take care of the newcomers who wanted to join the group, so they took the most economical Mass Assault route.

Different corps had different rules. Some corps only recruited acquaintances, some only needed strength type players or ability users, and some didn’t care about sequences and levels, and they just wanted to have fun.

And Death Corps belonged to the latter. Apart from the requirements that players had to be fearless and must follow commands during team battles, there were no other requirements; they were allowed to play freely outside of the battles.

At this time, Escaping Mole, covered in mud and blood, walked towards them from the direction of the printing factory with an assault rifle in his hand.

"... The printing factory has been taken! The new mission is to rest here, and take care of the south gate leading to Bluestone County for our allies!"

Elf Wang, who had just bandaged his thigh, asked excitedly. "Has the War Score come out yet?"

"Do you really think it will be out so quickly? Have you seen any battle’s score that took less than a day to tally?” Escaping Mole, who was sitting on the edge of the trench, took a breath and continued with a smile, "but I feel like we’re the MVPs this time!"

Conquering the first line of defense in less than 5 minutes, wiping out the entire company with just 50 people, and capturing 12 captives!

More importantly, not a single player was killed!