Hokuma had a drug factory, where one-third of the villagers worked for the drug factory.

The meager income from the factory was their only source of livelihood.

Although producing drugs was an enormous crime, for them, it was a matter of having no other way out, no choice.

Either die under the drug dealers' guns or starve in the wilderness, or go inside obediently to work, even if the salary was only enough to buy inferior protein bars to survive.

At least working in the factory reduced the chance of being shot for fun by the soldiers.

Their circumstances weren't like workers; it was more like being long-term laborers under feudal landlords.

Skai replied,

"Afraid they would run off, they were locked in the warehouse with the goods, along with those farmers who escaped from the tobacco fields."

He was somewhat puzzled,

"Why bother with these guys? If it doesn't work, just kill them all before we leave."

After all, these guys seemed to grow out of the ground; no matter how many you kill, you can always pull out a new batch from the city to work.

"No."

Hardlin's tone was icy,

"Aren't they coming for us? They say they want to be heroes saving Cuba, so let's see them try.

Tie explosives to these guys and let them guard the front line. If they see those damn black cockroaches, let them attach themselves to them. If anyone dares not to go, kill their whole family. Remember to use electric-controlled detonators to prevent these guys from defecting at the front.

Still daring to broadcast?

You think nothing of us, huh?

I don't care if it's a feint, if you have the guts, kill these people in front of the whole world.

Let's see if we are more ruthless, or you.

Skai felt a chill down his spine upon hearing this order but quickly perked up, thinking this was a cruel enough tactic, and immediately sent people to the warehouse to grab people and tie explosives.

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Modern artillery is not like in World War II, where you could set it up and as long as you didn't push the line too fast, bomb all the way through the battle.

Instead, after each shot, you must relocate. Run a bit slower, and get ready to welcome enemy shells.

Even if the shells don't come, special forces conducting infiltration operations will eliminate your artillery positions, not to mention the likes of missiles and such weapons of mass destruction.

So, after each round of artillery fire, there is a pause for relocation.

The smarter ones would split forces and shoot in succession from different places to fill gaps in firepower, but Skai's artillery company clearly wasn't at that level; they could only move together.

And this period was the time gap for the players to charge forward.

A distance of one or two kilometers was just a blink of an eye for them.

Bud had switched out the electromagnetic rifle in favor of pushing a soldier's spade.

"Brothers, this life-stealing spade is the must-have item for home travel, killing, and looting."

"Its construction makes its utility comparable to a Swiss Army knife, mastering all eighteen skills..."

"The spade's blade forged from high-titanium steel was even personally blessed by a Catholic priest from the United States, ensuring no karmic retribution for killing, even Satan himself can't do anything to you."

"If needed, you can even use it to fry up a few dishes after the killing."

While reciting the ad, a gun barrel suddenly extended from the trench corner toward Bud, ready to fire, only for him to grab the barrel and push it skyward.

The bullet hit open space, leaving the Cuban soldier shocked; as he reached for his handgun, his head was taken off by a dark green spade, blood gushing like a fountain all over him, the scene extraordinarily bloody.

"Damn it, can't you use another method? You're still live broadcasting!"

The people in propaganda were going crazy, how to broadcast this kind of scene?

"Er Zhuzi, quickly add a filter!"

"So troublesome, I'm still fighting with hackers on the other side."

In cyberspace, Sasuke fighting European hackers with Lego Susanoo hastily applied a black-and-white filter.

Making the scene look a lot like a mid-20th-century R18 black-and-white movie.

For the public in the cyber world, the level of gore was still within acceptable limits.

After all, seeing dead or killing people on the street wasn't unusual anymore, let alone from behind a computer screen.

Bud wiped the blood off his face with his hand, muttering,

"It's just a stress response, how could I control it?"

Flicking off the flesh hanging from the spade, he prepared to seek the next victim but suddenly stopped.

Because in the trench ahead of him stood a trembling middle-aged man.

No gun in hand, nor wearing a bulletproof vest, but wearing a vest made with grenades and simple mechanical devices like a bomb vest.

Amid the gunfire, his skinny legs trembled uncontrollably, hands helplessly clutching together, tears and snot streaming down his face, as if nearly frightened to death.

From the corner behind him, there was someone shouting in Cuban,

"Get over there quickly, hug him, or your wife and daughter will die!"

The man was at a loss, eternal terror seemed to engulf his whole being, mouth emitting pained cries.

It was a fear of death, and a lamentation of his own fate.

In his eyes, the person covered in blood at the end of the road, holding a spade, seemed like a demon from hell.

But compared to the people behind him, even a demon seemed merciful.

"..." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The previously murderous Bud froze in place.

Looking at the things on the guy and hearing the shout from those behind him, even a fool could understand what was going on.

But he had no solution, so he turned to the big players in the channel for help,

"Big guys, what do we do? Should I kill him?"

The red enemy marker above the other's head was so glaring.

Not only Bud, all players wouldn't hesitate to kill enemies like that.

Even with hostages, in complex urban terrains, they could rescue people through sniping, wall-penetrating combat, stealth, or other means.

But now on the battlefield in the trenches, no one could pay attention to that trembling man.

And worse news kept coming in; not only Bud encountered suicide bombers, other players did too, one after another.

At this moment, Bud didn't know if he should act, but the audience in the live stream first showed their fangs of cruelty.

"Kill him, what are you waiting for?"

"Look at how scared that guy is, it's hilarious."

"What are you wasting time on, hurry up! How could these Cubans push even such people out?"