When attacking trenches, people try to lower their voices and minimize noise as much as possible for a surprise attack, while covering up their numbers and whereabouts.

But this group of lunatics is different.

"Rua!"

My good brother shouted, grabbed his rifle, and jumped into the trench, charging towards the enemy's face, with a large group of infiltrators following in behind him.

From the aerial view of both sides' drones, it looked like a horde of black Guangdong cockroaches suddenly springing from the dark corners flying towards your face—it was horrifying.

No turning

No avoiding the line of fire

No shooting forward

None of that!

These past two days, the infiltrators had been bombed so heavily due to the lack of heavy fire support that they dared not step out of the forest. Now every single one of them was brimming with anger, finally finding an opportunity to vent.

Wearing heavy body armor + heavy subcutaneous armor, unless directly hit by an electromagnetic rifle or using steel core armor-piercing rounds, conventional ammunition couldn't effectively threaten them.

Even if you take a step back, were your bullet somehow successful in injuring the target, unfortunately.

The rapid bleeding, physical debilitation, and eventual loss of mobility seen in traditional bodily injury do not apply to players.

Because the only thing left in their bodies that could be called "flesh" is probably the brain; the rest is all made of iron. Damage to one part doesn't affect overall movement.

I'm not human anymore!!!

Cuba boy!

Consequently, the viewers in the live broadcast were dumbfounded as they watched my good brother grab his gun and lead people charging and colliding all the way through the trenches, from the front-line trench to the communication trench, then from the communication trench to the depth trench....

No tactics, just one word

Courage!

Not just the audience, even the people in the player's command post were at their wit's end seeing such a strategy. Thankfully, it was efficient enough, so no one said much.

Trench warfare is a competition of firepower delivery, reconnaissance, equipment, willpower, physical stamina, and tactical skills.

Now the players concentrated most of their firepower in hand to form a superior force, except for the latter, Skai's camp was at a disadvantage in everything else.

As the gunfire gradually approached, more and more comrades disappeared in the communication channel, under the player's fierce offensive, Kash, who retreated all the way to the trench basement, tightened his grip on his gun, aiming at the corner, a fine sweat appearing on his forehead.

Drones flew chaotically overhead, equipped either with machine guns or rockets, and the soldiers on the ground got pinned down, unable to lift their heads.

"Do we still have rocket launchers? Grenades will do; those reckless ones are coming."

His voice trembled as he spoke.

The sergeant next to him pulled a grenade from his waist and tossed it to him.

"I still have two here; when they push the door open, we'll throw them out." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

However, it wasn't the enemy entering the basement first; it was the broadcast.

The door frame robot, striding across the battlefield with long legs, turned its speaker to maximum, with a mechanical female voice shouting in Spanish,

"Surrender, Cuban soldiers; your brave blood shouldn't be shed for drug dealers."

"Think of your families, think of your friends."

"Save your precious life for rebuilding the government, rebuilding your home..."

This was a routine surrender persuasion, although no player expected these soldiers to really surrender.

Drug lords don't value basic education; these soldiers were basically semi-literate; having undergone some military training was already the longest time they spent in an academy in their lives.

Regardless of whether they volunteered for the military, they've been assimilated by these beasts; even if they've not participated in massacres, a few words of persuasion won't wake them up.

Only by beating them painfully, scaring them, beating them until they voluntarily kneel and surrender, could they have the chance to squat in prison.

And it also depends on whether those people even want to let them live.

When Kash saw a slender shadow block the basement door gap, he knew the opposition had reached the doorway.

"Ah!! Ah ah!!! Go to hell, go to hell!"

He roared and pulled the trigger as if to stuff fear into the gun chamber and shoot it all out, his face twisted like a demon in the muzzle's flame light.

Such a narrow space, even opening Sianweistan wouldn't dodge the bullets coming through.

The bullets rattled, shredding the wooden door to pieces. The sergeant took the opportunity to unlock the safety pin, and after silently counting 1.5 seconds, precisely threw the grenade through the broken door.

With a boom, the grenade exploded outside the door, blasting the remaining half of the door away.

But to their horror,

there was nothing outside the door.

No bodies, no people, the bullets hit nothing.

Bang!

Debris from earth and wood flew overhead, as a gigantic hand smashed through the ceiling vent, grabbed Kash by the collar, and lifted him. His skull made a close contact with the ceiling, knocking him out on the spot.

When the sergeant realized what happened, my good brother had already rushed in through the door, and with a fierce blow struck the sergeant's head with the gunstock, blood sprayed from his nose, and after a wobble, he collapsed onto the ground convulsing, hardly alive.

There's no time to waste here, my good brother immediately heard the voice of Wildman in the channel.

"They're retreating to the second front-line defense zone, the artillery definitely is about to start bombing, quickly take cover!"

As soon as his words fell, the cannonballs began to rain on the battlefield, even the Cuban soldiers who had just run out of the trenches to retreat were counted in the bombardment range, many of them were blasted to pieces.

"We don't have much time to play this positional war with them; those people will soon realize something's wrong and return for aid.

Once the shelling stops, launch an attack on the rear positions immediately; we must take Hokuma by twelve and begin the rescue mission, then march to Da Haguai afterward. I'll have drones deliver the ammo supplies."