This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 460.3: These Newbies Are Pretty Impressive!

The report soon reached General Griffin.

A few small raids from the New Alliance? He wasn’t surprised.

Tactical boldness and strategic caution weren’t mutually exclusive.

His ultimatum wasn’t a real ceasefire, just a threat. He didn’t expect the New Alliance to back down immediately.

If he were in their shoes, he would do the same. He would send several attacks to probe them out and test their resolve...

That Pangolin guy though... interesting.

Griffin had read his file.

Even though he was promoted by that idiot McClennan, the guy’s loyalty and skills were solid.

He killed a massive deathclaw and escorted his wounded officer across a desert back to friendly lines.

Be it his loyalty or bravery, they were top notch. It even reached a level where Griffin was impressed.

It would be a massive waste if they didn’t deploy him to the frontlines!

In fact, if Pangolin had Wislander blood, he might have already deployed him to be the captain of his personal guards.

But Wislanders never trusted outsiders, it was baked into them since the early Wasteland days.

“Think this guy’s a little too strong?” his aide asked. “I feel like his battles always go too smoothly.”

Griffin drummed his fingers and mumbled, “Maybe. Even Wislanders might betray us, let alone outsiders. But aside from a big appetite and long bathroom breaks, I haven’t seen anything suspicious. I’m not gonna punish a hero just on a hunch.”

His people had been watching Pangolin ever since he brought Cowley back. The guy barely even left the base.

If he was a mole, then half the army should be on the watchlist.

After a pause, Griffin gave his next orders. “Send a telegram to the frontline. Prioritize ammo shipments to sector G53-7 especially. We cannot let the New Alliance see our weakness since they will definitely double down their efforts to attack that spot.”

“And send a war correspondent too.”

He smiled. “That kind of heroism shouldn’t stay hidden in reports, it should be broadcast to everyone!”

“Everyone needs to know!”

...

... The legendary defense of sector G53-7 and the battlefield heroics of Pangolin became a beacon of hope for the defeated Falcon Kingdom and the Army, who had lost control of Oasis No.9.

Though many junior officers remained skeptical about the reported kill counts, the photographs submitted made it hard to argue otherwise.

The bodies clearly weren’t native to the Sunset Province, the physical differences alone proved they weren’t civilians stacked up for show.

In a remote barracks, several soldiers gathered around during a break, chatting about the news report they’d just heard on the radio and the newspapers delivered that morning.

“Did you hear? Sector G53-7 wiped out another 100-man team yesterday!”

“That Pangolin guy, right? I know him! I heard when he was in River Valley Province with McClennan, he took down a Deathclaw alone! I heard the Deathclaw was over five stories tall!”

“Barehanded?! I heard he used weapons!” One burly soldier’s eyes bulged with disbelief.

He was known as the toughest guy in their squad, but the biggest thing he’d ever taken down was a Deathclaw that was two meters tall. He even used a rifle and a trap.

The boastful soldier waved him off. “Does it matter? Against a monster like that, any weapon’s basically a toothpick. Even the Heart of Steel couldn’t bring it down, but he could. The New Alliance? Doesn’t matter how many they throw at him! He’ll mow them all down.”

One quiet soldier who hadn’t spoken the whole time sighed with emotions. “... That’s terrifying.”

...

Meanwhile, back in sector G53-7, Battlefield Cheerleader wasn’t feeling quite so heroic.

He wasn’t exactly upset about killing players, though he did spare a moment of silence for them. But come on, man... mowing them down with a machine gun felt too awesome!

More importantly, since he was technically on an undercover mission, he didn’t have to worry about consequences. The system didn’t penalize him for killing newbies, nor did he have to hold back like a real trainer might.

Most actors would aim high and avoid kills, trying to play it subtle.

But Pangolin? He went for headshots and followed up with two more just to be safe!

However... After some time, things started to shift.

The waves of noobs from the New Alliance side weren’t just cannon fodder anymore.

They were learning.

Especially the ones who’d already died once. After surviving their three day death penalty, they started taking life much more seriously.

With guidance from experienced players, they were quickly picking up basic battlefield survival skills.

Sure, they were still sloppy, but when everyone tried harder, even the worst of them would start to become a problem.

It used to take him one burst to drop a dude... Now, he needed two shots, sometimes more!

And he always had to watch for dirty tricks.

Just like the other day, those little devils fired a homemade gas tank round at his position. It was almost taken out.

Luckily, it only killed a few clones and one decurion. But still...

Spring Water Commander claimed the players built it using surplus ammo, sugar, a propane tank, and some fertilizer they bartered from locals.

Yeah, right. If that thing wasn’t the work of some shady mastermind, I’ll eat a grenade.

Pangolin was starting to feel the strain.

It wasn’t just the players targeting him. The other Corps Commanders were treating him like a live-fire drill instructor, dumping wave after wave of fresh recruits on him like he was a human tutorial zone.

Seriously?!

He was doing the job of three people and only getting paid for one!

Inside the bunker, Battlefield Cheerleader sat slumped with a deadpan expression.

Beaufort nervously swallowed, glancing at his captain. “Sir, uh... how many have we killed these past few days?”

Still sulking, Battlefield Cheerleader casually replied, “Over a thousand. Why?”

Beaufort’s face paled. “Sir... Our ammo’s nearly out. Even what we borrowed from the others are almost gone. If resupply doesn’t come soon... We might have to go up there with bayonets.”

He was just about to snap at his second in command about how they would charge out to defend the Army’s honor. But before he could, another soldier burst in, grinning from ear to ear. “Sir! Resupply trucks have arrived!”

Battlefield Cheerleader blinked, then broke into a huge smile. He sprang up from his seat like a kid on Christmas morning. “Well look at that. Ammo’s here.”

Beaufort stared at him like he was a walking miracle.

In a war where everyone was low on bullets, and they still got more supplies...

Is Pangolin secretly the love child of some high-ranking officer?!

Chuckling, Battlefield Cheerleader slapped on his officer’s cap. “Let’s go check out our spoils of... Ahem, our supplies.”

They stepped out of the barracks to find over a dozen trucks lined up by the road, crates stacked high with shiny new bullets.

All around them, decurions grinned ear to ear as they unloaded crate after crate.

Beaufort was practically bouncing on his toes, eyes gleaming with excitement. “This... This has to be ammunition enough to supply 1,000 soldiers!”

Grunting with satisfaction, he adopted a fake solemn tone. “Looks like the general appreciates our efforts.”

Beaufort quickly chimed in with flattery. “Of course they do, sir! You’re a war hero now. Just yesterday, the broadcast was praising your valor. Word’s already spread across the Army. Heck, the war report might already be on its way to Triumphant City!”

Battlefield Cheerleader just laughed it off. “Hahaha, you guys helped too.”

He gave Beaufort a hearty slap on the shoulder, then wandered over to the crates, cracking one open to inspect the contents.

Then his eyes narrowed.

There were markings on the crates.

G40-1, G40-2...

Sector codes?

Suspicious, he calmly closed the lid and moved to the back of the convoy, cracking open two more crates at random.

Bingo.

They were marked G41-1 and G41-2.

Back-to-back serial numbers.

Interesting.