This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 309.1: Clearning Up the Battlefield, Ambush!

"... What's that sound?"

"You heard that too?"

"Looks like something exploded."

"And there's more than one!"

Nearly 20 kilometers away.

Iron Fang, who had just left West Continent City, was rushing to Bluestone County with the five hundred men he gathered. However, before the group of people had gone far, they heard a series of faint roaring sounds coming from the south.

The sound was like rolling thunder, reverberating in the valley, shaking the world; even the soil under his feet seemed to tremble under the power of this sound.

All the marauders following Iron Fang whispered among themselves, discussing in low voices what the sound was.

Iron Fang's face changed slightly.

Feeling something was wrong, he immediately squatted down on the ground, leaned his ear against the ground and listened for a while, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

Those are cannons!

It was extremely likely that the battle had already broken out.

While feeling surprised, Iron Fang also found it hard to believe. He couldn't believe that the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City dared to come out of their hole to fight them in Bluestone County.

However... It wasn’t the time to think about things like that!

He had only 1 thought in his mind and that was to rush back to help his leader!

Thinking of this, Iron Fang didn't make a sound, and got up from the ground calmly. Then, he looked at the marauders behind him who were carrying various weapons, and ordered loudly, "Everyone hurry up!"

"We have to get to Bluestone County by noon!"

"Speed up! Quick!"

...

In the north of Bluestone County.

Barricades and walls were blackened, and with nothing left to burn, the flames began to die down.

The marauders on the southern defense line retreated northward in a panic, but they didn't know that the Burning Corps had already penetrated their rear, and 100 players had been waiting for them to retreat for a long while.

As the routed marauders appeared in view, the players ambushing on both sides of the street opened fire in unison. The intense crossfire instantly unleashed a rain of death on the street.

There was simply nowhere to hide.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of bodies appeared on the ground.

Seeing that resistance was useless, the remaining marauders completely lost their will to fight. They either dropped their weapons and surrendered, or turned around and fled into the shadows under the ruins.

They obviously couldn't escape. In the alley behind them, there was another lizard rubbing steel claws waiting for them...

The battle was over.

After asking a captive in a non-standard federation language, Ample Time learned that the group they had blocked was made up of 2 companies of marauders.

But there were only 20 or so of them that were still alive...

Ordering the captives to stand in a row with their heads facing the wall, Ample Time lifted the visor of the exoskeleton helmet and walked towards Old White while speaking. "... A total of 23 of them, and some of them hid in residential buildings in the urban area. The exact location is unknown. They probably planned to fight guerrilla warfare with us, or they might be looking for an opportunity to slip away."

Old White grinned. "They won't be able to hide. Just leave them to the perception type players."

Night Ten, who was carrying a sniper rifle, complained, "Why do I find myself useful at times like this?”

The offensive from the friendly forces on the front line was too fierce, so much so that it caused the marauders to scatter in a panic, and his sniper rifles hardly played a role in this offensive battle. The number of kills he had in this battle may not be as high as that of Gale, an intelligence type player..

"Don't say that," Old White smiled and patted Night Ten's shoulder, "There's something important that we need you to do soon."

Hearing that there was an important task, Night Ten immediately became excited. "What's it?"

Old White smiled. "Our Brother Mosquito is still alive, but he is probably buried somewhere underneath the collapsed building. Administrator wants us to check if we can still save him."

If they couldn't save him, they just needed to finish him off. The earlier he died, the earlier he would be able to respawn.

Night Ten was startled when he heard that Mosquito was still alive. "Holy shit?! That asshole is still alive?"

The lizard man standing aside smiled and patted his arm. "Let's go, we'll know once we find him."

He could imagine how battered Mosquito was at the moment.

And he couldn't wait to see his shitty look.

...

During the battle, the location of friendly forces would be displayed on the VM. Even if they entered an area with poor signal, the coordinates of the player before losing contact would be marked on the map.

After determining the approximate location, the rest would be easy.

As the player with the highest perception in the whole server, Night Ten quickly found where Mosquito was buried by virtue of his super perception.

2 concrete blocks that were as tall as a person collapsed together to form a triangle, which blocked the falling rubble for Mosquito.

It must be said that Mosquito was really lucky. The buildings on both sides of the alley hardly had a complete wall, but he who hid in the alley, survived.

Old White, who was wearing the Heavy Cavalry exoskeleton, and Garbage, who was wearing steel plate armor, stepped forward and clamped on the several-ton concrete block with their hands.

Large pieces of rubble rolled down the gap as they moved the concrete slightly.

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Before Mosquito was buried in the rubble Old White grabbed and pulled him out with his other hand.

"Oh my god... You guys are finally here. I've been calling for help on the forum for a long time, but not a single player came here to help me." Holding the wall with his right hand, Mosquito who escaped his death took in a big breath of fresh air, completely ignoring the dust in the air.

But then, he was choked by the dust he inhaled.

Listening to his complaint, Old White smiled and patted him on the back. "Alright, alright. You should be happy that you're still alive. After all, only the dead players would be staying on the forum with all this happening."

Night Ten, who had been standing at the entrance of the alley, walked over and couldn't help teasing Mosquito when he saw his miserable appearance. "Didn't you alway brag about how good your flying skill was? Why did you get shot down?"

Mosquito sighed, "Sigh. Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, I completely underestimated the enemy's firepower. But you on the other hand, really surprised me. Your nose is almost as good as a dog's."

Hearing that Mosquito not only didn't thank him for helping him save the resurrection coins, but actually made fun of his perception ability, Night Ten’s eyelids started to twitch and he immediately responded with a playful smile. "That's a must! My nose is very good at smelling dog shit."

Garbage couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing while holding his stomach, although his hoarse laughter was a little more jarring to the ears than someone crying.

Ample Time looked away silently, whereas Gale, who was standing behind, coughed with embarrassment. "... You two should stop causing emotional damage to each other."

"Screw you, motherfucker! You're a pile of dog shit!" Mosquito snapped back with an angry face and then looked at Old White. "How's the battle going?"

Old White smiled. "It's over. The Skeleton Corps took the lead in taking down the printing factory, the Death Corps cleared the second line of defense, the Jungle Corps and the Storm Corps joined forces at the entrance of the enemy's headquarters, and captured Lion Fang and other marauder leaders all alive. Only a few scattered stragglers are still hiding in the ruins of the county town, but they won't last long. The NPC Corps have entered the battlefield. They are probably counting the spoils now."

While talking, the signal light inside the helmet suddenly started to flicker. Old White raised his arm and glanced at the VM, and found that a new mission had been updated on the screen.

[Mission: Join friendly forces at the highway exit (Distance: 271m) and go to Pinewood Forest Valley (Distance: 9.7km) in the north of Bluestone County to establish a position on the southern slope highlands to block the reinforcements of the Bonechewer Clan.]

[Available Reinforcements: 2 light trucks, ammo...]

With a serious look on his face, Old White immediately turned on the communication channel and greeted the players of Burning Corps.

"Attention all team members. The mission has been updated in your mission system. Everyone, gather at the assembly area marked on the map. We will set off in 3 minutes!"

Hearing Old White's words, Mosquito suddenly became energetic. "A new mission?"

Night Ten rolled his eyes. "What does it have to do with you? Didn’t someone apply to leave?"

Mosquito said with a sycophantic smile, "You can't say that. As the saying goes, I'm your father one day... I mean, I used to be part of the team before, so I should be considered one of your guys. Good brother take me with you, please? I can just be a war correspondent."

Old White casually threw over a Ripper rifle he had picked up earlier to him and said, "we'll leave in 3 minutes. You can pick up the bullets nearby yourself, and return the weapon to the supply station when you're done."

Mosquito, who took over the rifle, pulled the bolt, checked the receiver, then said excitedly after finding that the gun could still be used, "Thanks bro!"

Although he couldn't receive missions if he was not in the corps, Mosquito obviously didn't care.

It was a game after all.

As long as he had fun, it was more than enough.