This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 310.1: Fight to Fame

North of Bluestone County.

In the wilderness far away from the urban area, a group of hundreds of people was hurrying northward.

The undulating mountain path leading to the north was exceptionally rugged. It was scattered with broken stones and concrete, with only the remnant of a highway that was barely recognizable.

And after 2 kilometers, even the pitted concrete wreckage would disappear from their sights.

Instead of taking the road, the players advanced in a straight line.

Since most of the commercial routes passing through the River Valley Province were from the eastern provinces to the western provinces, this mountain trail was hardly traveled by people, and along the way, there was abundant vegetation everywhere and animals that darted through the woods.

On the way to the mission destination, the group even encountered 3 Multi-Legged Beasts.

Waving its tentacles, the wriggling monster was like a lump of meat that had been stitched together. Its slippery and rotten skin made it look like a mass of mud from a distance.

If they didn't open their ferocious mouths, few people would think that this creature was a beast that was capable of devouring a two-headed oxen whole.

In order to prevent the gunshots from revealing their whereabouts, all players were asked to not use their guns. And after discovering the Multi-Legged Beasts, Ample Time was instructed to kill them with arrows.

Because of the delay on the road, when the Burning Corps and the Silver Corps arrived at the mission destination, it was already 1:00 in the afternoon with the sun high in the sky.

Crossing the gentle slope directly ahead, players could see the valley between the slopes.

They had arrived at Pinewood Forest Valley.

It was said that in the early days of the Prosperity Era, the place was once a wasteland.

Later, with the breakthrough of controllable nuclear fusion technology, the Federation of People broke through the energy bottleneck and generated so much wealth that they basically had nowhere to spend their money. In order to stimulate the economy as well as for environmental protection, a large number of landform improvement projects were approved. Only then did patches of pine forests appear.

But nowadays, there was no trace of any human presence that could be seen.

"... It's not easy to dig here." Poking the ground with the shovel in his hand, Silver Sword looked at the grassy land in front of him with a troubled expression on his face.

The terrain was good, but there were too many short trees and bushes on the slope; there were even large areas of pine trees down the slope.

Trench digging was not just a matter of digging the ground. The depth and width of the trench had to be just right, and even the shape had particular requirements. Otherwise, a trench that was randomly dug would be a living target for artillery, and the people squatting inside would either be scraped to death by shrapnel or blasted to death by the shock wave.

Night Ten, who was walking beside him, couldn't hold back and interjected, "... It's probably also not easy to transport supplies if we build a position here. I think we encountered more mutants than in Remote Creek Town along the way."

"Regardless of the difficulties, this is the best location. It has everything we need for a position..." Standing on the slope, Old White looked around with the binoculars, determined the start and end of the trench, and then looked at Silver Sword who was leading the team. "Dig as much as you can, and our guys will help you."

After speaking, Old White looked at Night Ten again. "I'll leave the detection to you."

Knowing that Old White wanted him to be a sentry, Night Ten picked up the sniper rifle without any reluctance. "Alas, as a perception type player, this is the only task I can do... Gale, you can accompany me, it's too boring to be a sentry just by myself."

"Okay." Gale nodded without any objection, put on the drone backpack, and walked down the slope with Night Ten.

After the tasks were assigned, everyone immediately started to work.

This game was very hardcore. There weren't any one-click automatic digging functions that players could use. All the trenches had to be dug by players manually using shovels.

Fortunately, the fatigue in this game was not as real as in reality, and everyone was a genetically enhanced clone, so no one felt tired.

It was quite a sense of accomplishment to watch the fortifications take shape little by little with their efforts.

Thinking that the trench would help them get a lot of kills, everyone dug even more vigorously.

There were only 20 people in the Silver Corps. In order to speed up the construction progress, Old White lent half of his brothers over before scattering the rest out to take up defensive positions.

Squatting on the gentle slope, Ample Time was studying the map on the VM.

Seeing Ample Time frowning for a long time while staring at the map, Old White walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mhm, it's really risky to build the position here." Rubbing his index finger against his chin, Ample Time picked up a branch and drew a simple map on the ground.

"... Our current location is only 10 kilometers away from the urban area on the north of West Continent City, right in the middle of West Continent City and Bluestone County. The Fang Clan can easily hit us as long as they deploy a few 100mm artillery pieces at home.”

The maximum shooting range of the 100mm artillery was about 15 kilometers. A brigade of the Army used to bomb the Pioneer's station with the same artillery in the Elm District, which was now Longevity Town.

They knew all about the power, range, and other parameters of the artillery pieces the other side had.

"Do they have a radio?" Mosquito, who came to watch, stroked his chin and asked curiously.

Indirect firepower was different from direct firepower. Without the help of the front-line troops to correct the landing point of the shells, it would be pointless to fire artillery.

"Radio is not a rare technology." Ample Time said. "It's a question of how many do they have. They even have artillery, so there's no way they don't have a radio station. Now there is a more serious problem that needs our attention. If their frontline troops call for artillery support... It may be difficult for us to defend with only a few trenches. We have to use wood to reinforce the trenches, and dig tunnels and anti-artillery shelters in the trenches.”

Also aware of this problem, Old White said seriously, "I will immediately send 2 teams of 10 to cut down trees."

Ample Time nodded and said. "Mhm. It must be done as soon as possible. No matter how slow they are, it will only take them an hour or two to travel a 10 kilometer mountain road..."

While talking, Night Ten's voice came from the communication channel. "... A group of marauders is heading straight towards our position! There are about 200 to 300 people... Wait, maybe 500 to 600 or so!”

500 to 600?!

Old White's expression sank. "What about their equipment? Are there any vehicles?"

Night Ten replied after a short pause. "... I didn't see any vehicles, or hear any sound made by them. They walked in a straight line, probably planning to cross the forest! It is estimated that they will arrive at your position in a quarter of an hour at the latest."

After hearing that there was no vehicle, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Old White reached out and tapped twice on the helmet of the exoskeleton to switch to the captain's voice channel.

"Attention all teams, a group of marauders is approaching us, the size is about 5 companies. We expect them to arrive in a quarter of an hour!”

"I need you to immediately take your team members to the marked area on the map. We will meet them on this hillside!"

All the team leaders responded quickly. "Copy that!"

At the same time as the order was given, Old White opened up the tactical map and placed beacons for each team along the contour lines.

Although the map they used was from 200 years ago, and the landform here had changed slightly compared to the past, the impact was not great.

Those who could lead the team were all old players, and they all had strong adaptability.

The nearly 100 players of Burning Corps were immediately divided into 10 squads, and under the leadership of the squad leader, they were scattered on a front nearly 1 kilometer wide.

As for Garbage... His style of play was the same as before. He took the lead in sneaking into the pine forest ahead, hiding his bloodthirsty pupils and steel claws.

The digging of the trenches was suspended and the Silver Corps temporarily withdrew from the position.

Seeing the agile and orderly movements of those old players, Silver Sword said enviously, "Damm, are these guys all retired soldiers?"

Silver Hand raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you think there is any difference between them and those who have not retired?"

"Oh damn... what you said makes sense. I feel like you can master anything after playing this game for a while."

Silver's Father shook his head and said, "I found out that the traditional way of playing an MMO as a professional gaming group doesn't work well in this game, so I think we have to change our approach."

Hearing this sentence, Silver Hand and Silver Sword rolled their eyes at the same time.

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The old players on the slope had already set up defenses and stopped whispering.

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At this moment, Iron Fang, who was rushing back anxiously, still didn't know that the whereabouts of his group had already been exposed under the scope of a scout.

But he didn't have time to care about it anymore.

After the previous round of intensive bombardment, there was no more sound of explosions coming from the south.

The only explanation for such a situation to happen was either their opponent had run out of ammunition, or they were planning to charge.

Iron Fang was so anxious that he was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Originally in his plan, the 20 kilometer journey would only take him 2 or 3 hours at most.

But what he didn't expect was that before they could even march far, the team of 500 people was already stretched so long that it was like a string of sausages. Moreover, they had to stop constantly. So much so that even until 1:00 in the afternoon, they only completed half of the journey.

With their speed, it may take another hour or two to complete the remaining 10 kilometers.

Seeing other people still dawdling while walking, Iron Fang couldn't help yelling, "Hurry the fuck up!"

"If I find out that someone is holding everyone back later, I will give him 20 lashes myself!"

His rage helped a little, but only a little.

None of the marauders that followed him knew who he was.

Before being assigned to Lion Fang, they had their own little cliques and leaders.

Although this group of people looked like a single unit, it was more like a group of large and small tribes gathered together. What drove them together was not discipline or belief but personal prestige or strength.

Unless they could be tamed like wild animals, it was hard to expect much organization from these people.

"Confirm the enemy's commander... It should be the one with the loudest voice."

Lying on the road ruins on one side of the hillside, Night Ten locked on the man in the group who was yelling and urging with the sniper scope.

There were too many obstacles in the pine forest, and the distance was too far, so he would not shoot easily without the absolute certainty of hitting.

"Target marked." Gale closed his eyes and spoke into his headphones.

Through the neural access device, his consciousness was connected to the quadrotor drone floating in the sky, and he was looking down at the forest below through the camera.

Iron Fang's head was marked with a red square.

And the same mark frame also appeared on the screens in the helmets of their teammates' Type 5 and Type 6 exoskeletons.

Knowing nothing about what was going to happen to him, Iron Fang, who was in a hurry, led the people out of the pine forest.