This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 442.2: Operation Sunset
That was also the strangest part. The tracks of the tank weren’t located under it. Rather, it was on both its sides, making it look like a pair of strange chopsticks.
“2.5 miles ahead! Tanks, open fire!” Five blasts rang through the air as five 20 kilograms spikes shot straight at the strange tank.
The next second, something they never expected to happen was played out right in front of them.
The strange tank wasn’t destroyed. Not even a scratch could be seen after it took on five shots from the New Alliance’s Model 60 Railguns.
Members of the Skeleton Corps couldn’t believe their eyes.
Elf Wang gulped once, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “What the fuc...”
That’s not real, right?
They didn’t have time to think as a thunderous blast interrupted their thoughts.
All Escaping Mole managed to see was a shell ejected from the other side before the Model-B Tank 2 on his left disappeared in a massive explosion.
Since their Model-B Tank 2s were running on metal hydrogen batteries, the explosion that happened because the battery was blown up was also several times stronger than normal.
It was also then that he recognized the strange tank he was looking at...
“What the fuck! That’s a Wanderer!”
They actually moved something like that into the Sunset Province!
What truly shocked him was the firepower it unleashed.
Be it from the intelligence Battlefield Cheerleader had been sharing online, or from sources in the Enterprise... None of them gave a proper estimate. The New Alliance could only rely on information given to them by the Enterprise to get a gauge of how strong the Wanderer Tanks were. They even upped their estimates a little, accounting for a Wanderer Tank that has 120% its reported strength when designing their Model-B Tank 2s.
They never expected that the horrifying armor the Wanderer Tanks possessed had far surpassed their wildest imaginations.
With its perfect defenses... Ordinary tank busting methods were useless.
Gritting his teeth, Escaping Mole knew there was no time to hesitate. Since even their Model 60 Railguns couldn’t tear a hole through the Wanderer, there was no way ordinary Tank 2s with their 155mm cannons could do a thing.
There was only one choice left and that was to rush past the monstrous tank before scattering, hoping it would hit as few of them as possible. After all, it had to adjust its entire body if it wanted to shoot anyone. There was no way it could fire on both sides at once.
The thought barely crossed his mind when Escaping Mole made the decisive call. He roared, “Two Model-Bs, follow me to the west! We’ll form C squad! The others, spread out on the other side.”
“We’ll regroup at the airfield!”
...
On the other side, nearly 100 kilometers away from Lost Valley, on the sand dunes beneath the Tzobar Mountains, an aircraft that resembled a dragonfly could be seen.
12 thin flexible wings extended from its sides and superimposed on each other to form huge wings. Beneath the craft, a pair of engines produced enough power for it to fly.
It was called the Cloudfly and could be considered a flapping-winged aircraft. There was a 35mm rotating machinegun on the hatch from the head of the gunship, and there were six rockets hanging under the craft.
Two pilots were required to drive the craft at all times.
Compared to the Dragonfly transport plane Steel Plant 81 designed, the Cloudfly looked more like a real dragonfly.
As all 12 wings started to beat rapidly in the air, it could move in all directions. Its mobility was great, allowing it to twist around in midair, and even move from side to side. In extreme situations, its instantaneous movement could replicate how a dragonfly actually moved, and those within the plane would need to endure at least 9G of force for a short second or two!
If they switched to horizontal flight, its speed wouldn’t lose out to ordinary aircrafts by much. After all, it still had twin engines to boost its speed.
Unfortunately, although they copied the vertical takeoff abilities of the Orca transport planes from the Enterprise, they couldn’t move as fast. They weren’t fixed winged aircrafts and the fastest it could go was close to Mach 1.
With its mobility, it was more like an attack gunship than a plane. It didn’t need to care about runways, but its maneuverability and speed made it much better than one. As long as they didn’t point their noses into the ground, it was all good.
Since they could take off vertically, the New Alliance could move them over the same way they moved their tanks. They could be dragged over by trucks, but because their wings could also fold up and be deployed in mid air, they could also be dropped off by Orca transport planes closer to the battlefield!
That was how they were deployed.
During their tests when they were sent out to take care of mutant human camps located by the Enterprise, they maintained ultimate suppressive might and received great praise by those on the East Coast.
The Army should have never seen those crafts before. Now that they were deployed on the battlefield for the first time...
...
Sitting in the pilots seat, Falling Feather took a deep breath and looked at the time.
It was time... Operation Sunset had officially started some time ago.
According to the plan that the New Alliance command had created, the Skeleton Corps would enter from the eastern side when it was Sunset. Their Cloudfly would take off next, supporting their armored rush to take over the airfield that was defended by the Army’s battalion.
Even though they had fewer people. The New Alliance had tanks and air superiority. They should have been able to easily take over the Lost Valley easily.
However, from the communication silence that followed, everyone knew that the Skeleton Corps had to have run into some trouble.
Everyone might be anxious, but if they continued to wait, the sun would soon set.
Looking at his copilot who was seated beneath him, Falling Feather spoke in a solemn voice, “Looks like the plan has changed. The Skeleton Corps won’t be able to make it. We might need to carry out the mission alone.”
To be honest, carrying out a sneak attack on the airfield alone was no different from suicide. But they had no other choice.
Every minute they delayed, the Army’s threat to their New Alliance would increase a notch.
Wearing his helmet, Falling Feather’s copilot continued to chew on his gum as he mumbled softly, “Got it.”
“...” Falling Feather didn’t know how to answer something said so casually.
Are newcomers nowadays really so chill?
His copilot was called Daydreaming Star River or Star River in short, and from the name alone, one might suspect him to be a weeb who used an anime character as his profile picture. However, he actually had a wealth of flying experience and had been piloting helicopters in real life.
What was more... The dude was an intelligence type genius!
Because of that piece of shit Mosquito’s influence, many pilots were perception type players. After all, their reflexes and instincts were much more important than their muscles.
To be able to find a LV10 intelligence type player who had awakened and had actual flying experience was rare, and after a long selection process, they finally locked on to the dude.
Speaking of which... If the dude could pilot helicopters... Wouldn’t that mean he was from the airforce? Or was he just a member of a flight school?
Whichever it was, Falling Feather didn’t ask too much about it. He didn’t ask about Star River’s real life experience or name. After all, there was an unspoken rule in the game to not discuss one’s actual job.
In real life, all he heard were some vague rumors going around.
A certain newly formed department had, through some means, acquired quite a number of beneficial items from their mysterious channel, and all of it was thanks to the efforts of players in this game.
Although it sounded a little like an urban legend, if it were true, then that mysterious department ought to have organized professionals like himself to enter the game, right?
When he thought about it, Falling Feather couldn’t help but wonder why his superiors hadn’t roped him into the operation. Was it because of rules and secrecy requirements, or was he supposed to apply?
Or perhaps...
That rumor was just a rumor, and the so-called mysterious department never existed at all! It might just be one explanation hidden among countless smoke bombs.
But no matter which it was, it didn’t matter.
Things that shouldn’t be discussed should remain that way. Things that they shouldn’t mention should just die in their minds.
He only needed to do what he was doing well. There would be other people who would worry about the rest.
“Are you going to fly or not?” Star River complained.
“Alright, alright, I’m starting it up!” Falling Feather’s train of thought was cut off. His brow twitched violently as he restrained the urge to kick the guy, recalling the tutorial in the manual as he reached out his index finger and flipped the power switch.
The twin main engines spewed arcs of ghostly blue light as they hummed like hairdryers. Turbulent airflow swept up rolling clouds of dust.
12 mechanical wings unfolded in four groups to each side, shivering like waves before blurring into invisible phantoms.
Never before having piloted such a cool futuristic craft, Falling Feather felt a surge of excitement and gripped the controls tightly. “Hold on tight!”
Before his copilot could answer, the craft lying prone on the sand dune leapt forward like a frog. Its forward speed instantly shot up to 120 km/h, then rapidly soared toward 400 km/h.
“Awesome...” Watching the dust and sand roll beneath, Star River, sitting in the gunner’s seat below, couldn’t help but sigh out.
Even the Z-10 attack helicopter only reached about 300 km/h, with a cruising speed around 200 km/h.
The flapping-winged craft not only surpassed ordinary attack helicopters in maximum speed, it could even launch itself like a catapult, breaking 100 km/h in two seconds. What fucking anti-air missile could hit it?!
Good thing it was just in a game.
If it were real, it would scare the enemy to death!
