This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 466.1: You FUCKS!

The scorching sun baked the earth, as if determined to evaporate the last trace of moisture from the soil.

Unable to bear the blazing sun, the Deathclaw, lying prone, drooped its head and listlessly snorted. "Haaaaaaa..."

Living in the River Valley Province, it was clearly unaccustomed to the climate of the Sunset Province. However, being at the top of the food chain, its exceptional adaptability to the environment meant it felt discomfort but could still endure.​

Sideline Slacking gently patted its head. "Easy now, it'll be better once we reach the oasis."

They were only 200 kilometers away from Oasis No.3.

After the Skeleton Corps breached defensive zone G40-1, the New Alliance pushed three Corps, totaling over 6,000 troops, behind sector G40.

It wasn't until an entire battalion was wiped out that the Army finally realized the gravity of the situation.

Just 10 minutes ago, a 100-man artillery company, 20 kilometers away, belatedly launched area fire at defense zone G40-1, unleashing at least 200 shells.

For the supply-strapped Army, those 200 shells were a significant expenditure.

However, the New Alliance hadn't lingered at the narrow breach of G40-1 for long, rendering the artillery barrage useless.

At the moment, the Death Corps was positioned to the right of the Skeleton Corps.

According to the plan, their original objective was to maneuver northeast to the rear of sector G41, using the mobility of the Wolf Cavalry to rapidly expand the breach in the Army's defensive line, coordinating with the Lion Kingdom forces, which had occupied G40, to annihilate the Army's 40th Troop.

Now, the situation had changed.

The enemy's preparations were even more inadequate than anticipated. The 40th battalion collapsed in less than an hour.

Eliminating the enemy's active forces was no longer the top priority. The New Alliance could seize the opportunity to expand their gains and take out the higher-level... Division-level command posts!

Taking over the division command represented the highest level command of the frontline falling to them. If they went one step further, they would take over the overall command headquarters, where Griffin was located.

Directly pushing to the command headquarters was unrealistic, but the division-level command post was within reach.

Capturing it would throw all defensive lines from sectors G40 to G49 into chaos.

Without the coordination of the command system, battalions would be unable to support each other effectively, turning each defense zones into isolated islands.

Even if those Wislander officers were all superhumans, they would still be wiped out!

Therefore, the enemy would not allow such a situation to occur.

According to intelligence from Battlefield Cheerleader, a battalion-level command post typically had a 1,000-man battalion defense army, along with a 100-man company each for artillery, communications, engineering, logistics, and transport, totaling between 1,500 to 2,000 personnel.

The distance to the front line was usually between 100 to 200 kilometers. Under normal circumstances, traversing 150 kilometers would take two days at a slow pace, or an entire day if they rushed non-stop.

But that was under normal circumstances.

The Army likely never imagined that the New Alliance had not only tamed Deathclaws but had also trained a fully structured cavalry unit utilizing their monstrous characteristics.

Tanks and trucks had to travel on smooth roads, but beasts did not.

Circling around his mount, Sideline Slacking walked to the front of the formation, looking at the over 3,000 comrades waiting in formation in the valley below.

More than 30% were newbies, but after half a month of continuous suicidal training, even the latest recruits had become qualified soldiers.

There was no need to doubt their combat effectiveness.

Carefully examining everyone, Sideline Slacking activated the communication system and spoke loudly.

"Command reports that Plan C is progressing smoothly! Before the Burning Corps even landed, the enemy had already raised the white flag!"

"In less than an hour, we've achieved the first phase of the operation!"

Hearing such smooth progress, the players exchanged knowing smiles, especially the newcomers.

After being tormented by Pangolin for half a month, most of the newcomers were tense when they first entered the battlefield, fearing they might drag everyone down if they made a mistake.

Yet, without even seeing the enemy's shadow, the first phase of the battle had already been won.

How is this the same dangerous wasteland that killed us multiple times? This is pretty damn quick!

Standing at the front of the formation, Eye Owe Money glanced at Construction Boy beside him, lowering his voice while chuckling, "The Goblin Corps is racking up kills so easily... I bet Old White and the others are cursing up a storm."

"Hahaha!" Construction Boy, always quick to laugh, couldn't help but burst out in amusement.

Sideline Slacking shot them a glance but didn't respond, continuing loudly, "To consolidate our combat achievements, command has ordered the Skeleton Corps to continue advancing, targeting the enemy's division-level command post!"

"Meanwhile, our mission has been adjusted. The original operation is canceled. The rabble in sector G41 will be handled by our allies. Our new task is to advance to Hill 330, 150 kilometers ahead!"

"That hill is the entrance to the 4th Division’s command post! Once we take it, we can shove our tank barrels right into the enemy's mouth!"

Construction Boy asked suddenly, "Sir! How many enemies are there?"

Drumhead Washing Machine also chimed in with a laugh. "Is there enough for us to get a kill each?"

Sideline Slacking laughed heartily. "Probably not. According to our aerial imagery, there's just an anti-aircraft position on that hill, with an estimated deployment of a normal company."

Construction Boy clicked his tongue. "Shame..."

"Even if it's just a company, we must not underestimate them!" Sideline Slacking said seriously. "Our enemy is not weak. They've clearly seen through our plan. At least four battalions are moving from to the rear along the road network."

"If they intend to intercept the advancing Skeleton Corps, Hill 330 is their best choice. Therefore, we must seize it before the enemy does, to cover our Skeleton Corps brothers as they pass through the final checkpoint!"

As he spoke, Sideline Slacking grinned. "Command has given us a 24 hour deadline, but I think they underestimate how fast we really are!"

For some reason, Construction Boy suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. "Shit! I have a bad feeling about this..."

As if to confirm their premonition, Sideline Slacking's next words validated their suspicions. "500 Wolf Cavalry will bring another 500 brothers to set off with me first. We'll cut straight into the enemy's rear and strive to reach the destination before midnight!"

"The rest will follow Construction Boy. With limited transportation, our strength type brothers will have to bear the burden!"

Without waiting for the brutes to react, Sideline Slacking waved his hand and commanded, "Move out!"

As Sideline Slacking called out names over the communication channel, five 100-man companies composed of agility type players quickly stepped forward and mounted their comrades' Deathclaws.

Their movements were swift, as if they were afraid to miss the battle.

"Bro, we're heading out first!" Eye Owe Money chuckled, patting Construction Boy's shoulder before mounting behind Sideline Slacking.

Watching the dust cloud disappear into the distance, then looking at the over 2,000 of them left behind with hundreds of bicycles and tricycles, Construction Boy wore a wry smile.

After a while, he finally curse.

"FUCK!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

This asshole... He really didn’t think about us at all!

He’s not treating us as proper human beings!

No one knew when it started, but the once-glorious strength type players had been used as beasts of burden, pedaling tricycles with all their might. Meanwhile, the once-underestimated intelligence type players, with the proliferation of neural connection equipment, didn't seem so useless anymore.

The more he thought about it, the harder Construction Boy clenched his fists.

Damn it!

When will we strength type players show our strength again?!

The newcomers, holding their shotguns, were oblivious to the impending situation. They excitedly stepped forward, looking at Construction Boy while asking eagerly, "Captain, what do we do now?"

Other newcomers chimed in excitedly.

"Are we going to cut through their lines too?"

"How do we do that?"

Construction Boy cursed as he mounted a tricycle. "Get on!"

...

Oasis No.3, in the Army command headquarters.

Upon hearing the reports from the front line, Griffin was stunned for a full minute before regaining his composure.

The news of the New Alliance breaching defense zone G40-1 arrived almost simultaneously with the collapse of the 40th Battalion.

If he didn't know that the officers of the 40th Battalion were Wislanders, he might have suspected it was an inside job.

Otherwise, there was no explaining why those fools couldn't hold out for even an hour.

Seeing General Griffin remain silent, the adjutant swallowed and continued, "According to the 4th Division’s report, the New Alliance deployed the Heart of Steel in the battle and concentrated nearly all armored units..."

"It doesn’t seem like a probe. They're determined to fight to the death."

Hearing this, Griffin's expression grew even darker, like storm clouds brewing.