This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 464.2: Lightning Fast Attack!

The Heart of Steel.

That beast had become the New Alliance’s flagship ever since they captured it from McClennan. But why was it here?

They had taken a loss at defense zone G53. Shouldn’t they be focusing their attack there?

Why were they hitting their sector instead?

He knew this artillery was just the beginning. Bombardment was the prelude. Infantry would follow soon after, to sweep in and occupy what the shells had cleared.

His expression turned grim.

They already sent their ammo reserves to reinforce defense zone G53. He didn’t know how things were going at the level of the entire Clone Corps, but he knew exactly what he had left.

His 100-man squad didn’t even have enough bullets to give each soldier a full magazine! Among their entire squad, all that was left were five rockets!

He gritted his teeth and turned to Peterson. “I’m going to the radio to call for reinforcements. You stay here. When the shelling stops, hold this place. No matter what.”

Peterson nodded stiffly. “Yes, sir!”

Danir rushed deeper into the bunker, found the only functioning radio in the entire region, and slammed the headset onto his head.

"This is defense zone G40-1! We’re under fire!”

“The New Alliance is assaulting our position! We need reinforcements!”

But there was no response, just static.

There were two possibilities.

Either the enemy was jamming their communications, or their command was also under attack and couldn’t respond.

Danir cursed and slammed the headset down on the table, grabbed his rifle from beside the wall, and stormed toward the entrance of the shelter.

If nothing else, the round of shelling had been loud.

Even the command post 20 kilometers away, or hell... Even if it was 100 kilometers away, they should have heard it.

The shelling continued at one minute intervals for five whole minutes.

Over 60 shells rained down on their position.

When the final blast faded, Danir crouched low, gestured for Peterson to follow, and slipped through the narrow trench leading to the observation slit.

What he saw on the horizon made his blood run cold.

New Alliance’s infantry.

Dust clouds surged forward from the far edge of the desert as Danir’s heart leapt into his throat.

He was a trained officer, a hardened veteran who’d fought alongside General Griffin all the way. He wasn’t the type to be scared by a little noise.

But this...

He scanned the battlefield, trying to assess how long he needed to hold until help could arrive from sectors G39 or G41.

The Heart of Steel was a problem, sure, but they couldn’t send their troops down. As long as he held out, like Pangolin had, they could win the battle!

Then he saw it. A shape, blurry at first, then clearer, emerging through the dust cloud like a ghost.

And just like that, all color drained from his face.

Tanks. There were hundreds of them.

Gun barrels like the lances of cavalry shimmered in the heat haze. Desert-camoflage armor melded with the horizon, forming a steel wall crashing across the sands.

Tanks weren’t the only things either.

Dozens of armored trucks followed behind, plated with steel, rolling in on treads and tires, all part of the same unstoppable flood.

In the backs of those trucks sat grim-faced New Alliance soldiers, each helmeted head next to a sleek, modern assault rifle that put any Army gear to shame.

In under a minute, they would be right on top of them!

Danir felt like someone threw a bucket of ice water over him. It soaked straight through to his bones, pinning him in place.

He realized, with horrifying clarity...

The bombardment was just the appetizer. The main course had arrived.

“Shit...” Peterson stammered, lips trembling. “They brought all their tanks here?!”

He recognized some of the models! Conqueror 10s and 5s, about 50 in total.

And he knew one thing for certain. Their shit rockets couldn’t penetrate a Conqueror 10’s armor.

That meant they had no way to stop the steel wave...

Sure enough, the tanks opened fire in unison as soon as they entered firing range.

Another devastating round of explosions rocked the trenches, sending Army troops scrambling.

20 or so trucks surged ahead of the formation. Under the cover fire from their mounted machine guns, they charged straight toward Danir’s 100-man squad.

“Infantry, dismount! Find cover, move!” Irene leapt from the truck, wielding an LD-50, he charged forward. Without hesitation, he sprayed bullets into a trench, cutting down a clone trying to rise.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Another clone soldier sprang out from behind a sandbag, bayonet fixed, charging at Irene while howling.

To Elf Wang who was standing beside Irene, the attack might as well have been in slow motion. Calmly, he pulled out his shotgun, chambered a shell, and blew the soldier back behind the sandbags with a boom, sending him to meet his Marshal.

As New Alliance troops poured into the trenches, an Army Decurion roared for his men to fix on their bayonets.

He pulled the pin on a smoke grenade and tossed it, creating a cloud of delusional cover in preparation for a last stand.

“Tsk... Not many left alive,” Elf Wang muttered, his thermal vision scanning the smoke.

He spotted two survivors crouching in a corner, clutching rifles with defiant eyes, clearly not planning to surrender.

He switched to his LD-47 and fired a burst, putting both of them down.

“The artillery and tanks already did the heavy lifting. We’re just here to clean up,” Irene joked, wearing a shit-eating grin.

They had prepared for over two weeks, and the operation was going smoother than expected.

The Army had never anticipated an attack in that sector. While they were busy fortifying defense zone G53, the Alliance had flanked them and punched through at G40.

From the Army’s perspective, G40 was the least likely spot for an attack.

Launching an attack there meant extending the New Alliance’s supply line by over 200 kilometers. It was a logistical nightmare.

On top of that, sectors G39 and G41 flanked G40 and could easily respond.

Even if the Alliance did take it, they would be surrounded!

That was why the Army had diverted sector G40’s ammunition to defense zone G53.

Too bad for them, Springwater Commander had clearly seen through their overconfidence, and exploited it perfectly.

The Army had no clue that the New Alliance went all in for their offensive. There was no plan to retreat.

And the Skeleton Corps, leading the charge, had no intention of stopping either.

This steel avalanche was about to cut through the battlefield in one clean sweep!

Over the communication channel, Corps Commander Escaping Mole’s voice came through.

“Clear the trenches and bunkers! Find their command post! Look for the radio and maps!”

“Prisoners will be sent to their air raid shelters! We won’t be here long, the Lion Kingdom’s allies will guard them.”

By the time the order finished, the fighting in the trenches was basically over.

Those who dismounted and charged were all veteran players. The new recruits were mostly drivers and gunners.

There was no handholding required. All they needed to do was a few minutes to get used to their familiar weapons.

Leading a 10-man squad, Irene quickly identified the enemy’s forward command post.

Near the bunker entrance was a crater. Around it, broken cooking racks, scattered meal trays, and charred food littered the ground.

He cleared her throat and shouted into the bunker in clumsy Army dialect, “Hey! Anyone alive in there? If not, we’re lobbing fire bombs.”

There was definitely someone inside.

At her words, a panicked voice shouted back immediately, “No! Don’t!”

“We surrender!”

Irene smiled and fired two shots into the air. “Then hurry up! Don’t waste our time, you’ve got 10 seconds!”

Surrendering was fine.

Prisoners were worth more than corpses.

Two officers scrambled out of the bunker, hands over their heads, and squatted against the wall as players trained their guns on them.

“Well, well. Two Centurions. Commander and deputy, side by side,” Elf Wang remarked, eyeing their uniforms.

Irene grinned. “Nice. This saves us time.”

In under three minutes, Sector G40-1 had fallen. The entire flank of the Army’s 40th battalion was exposed to the Skeleton Corps.

But, that wasn’t the objective.

Friendly forces could handle cleanup and mopping up resistance.

Their job was to push forward, link up with the Burning Corps who had parachuted ahead, and eliminate the 40th battalion’s headquarters.

As the two Centurions surrendered, the Skeleton Corps’ tanks rolled onto the field.

The turret hatch on the lead tank opened, and Escaping Mole poked his head out, surveying the captured battlefield. He grabbed his radio and issued orders.

“Leave the prisoners. All infantry, mount up!”

“This sector’s for our allies. We’re moving forward!”

“Advance!”

Responses came through the channel, crisp and unified.

“Copy that!”

No hesitation, their armored infantry climbed back into the trucks.

Bristling with firepower, the Skeleton Corps rumbled forward along the Army’s hastily built dirt road.

Friendly units were just a kilometer behind and they would arrive soon.

The prisoners left behind had no will to resist. Even if they were left unattended, they wouldn’t dare stir trouble.

And if they did... Well, that could be corrected really quickly.

As the steel tide rolled onward, the handful of captives looked on, stunned.

The whole battle had taken less than 10 minutes. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

They hadn’t even realized what had happened when they were completely destroyed.

Peterson swallowed hard. “... Are these people really wastelanders?”

Staring at the vanishing steel flood, Danir wore a similarly dazed expression. He had no idea what those people were planning.

But then, a thought flickered across his mind.

He looked away from the fading silhouettes on the horizon, relaxed his tensed shoulders, and sighed quietly. “It’s over.”

Peterson blinked. “Over...?”

Danir’s face softened. Something in his mind had finally clicked.

He didn’t look at his subordinate. He murmured to himself, “Nothing much... If everything goes well, we might be going home soon.”