This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 491.1: Its Finally Over...

A plain about 60 kilometers from the capital.

After ordering the entire army to infiltrate the enemy territory in units of a hundred, Spring Water Commander led a 100-man company himself, traversing several miles across pitch-black wheat fields before finally arriving at the nearest highway.

Three infantry squads immediately fanned out in a wedge formation, advancing while searching along the road and its sides.

"These wheat stalks are fully ripe, and no one's harvesting them?" Rest In Peace, walking in the lead, plucked a head of wheat and rubbed it between his fingers. He noticed the greenish sprouts already poking out from the grains.

As the saying goes, "Harvest at 90% ripeness for a full yield. Wait for it to be 100% ripe and lose a tenth." If wheat was harvested only when fully ripe, yield drops by 40 to 50 kilograms per acre, and the crop quality deteriorates significantly.

Worse still, if continuous rains hit, the wheat may sprout or mold in the field, causing even greater losses. Fortunately, it rarely rained in the oasis. Fresh water was supplied by the Levees and stored in the soil.

"... This is normal. The Falcon Kingdom's mobilization is in its final stage. All production activity has halted. It’s not just that no one’s harvesting the wheat. Even if they did, it wouldn't make it to the average citizen’s table."

Glancing at the vast wheat fields beside them, Spring Water Commander clicked his tongue in pity.

What a shame for such fertile black soil.

If this land were handed over to the New Alliance’s Lifestyle Profession players for development, yield per acre would skyrocket.

And with CNC planting towers and premium seeds from the bio-research labs... Even harvesting more than 2,000 kilograms per acre wouldn’t be impossible!

"Should we torch it?" Darkest asked eagerly.

"No need," Spring Water Commander frowned. "Our targets are industrial facilities and transportation hubs. Destroying farmland is pointless."

Large-scale crop destruction required defoliants. Starting a fire would barely burn a few plots, and it could interfere with their troops' movement across the fields. It would waste time for little gain.

"Speaking of which, why aren’t you wearing your Blastoise Armor?" Darkest teased after spotting the Miner series exoskeleton Spring Water Commander was wearing.

It was a question that had been bugging him since they got off the airship.

Spring Water Commander rolled his eyes. "You think I'm stupid?"

The Destroyer Mark 1 has terrible mobility. With the shield pack and the 120mm mortar equipped with an autoloader, the total weight nears a ton. Even at full power, it moves like a slug.

Besides, they weren’t here to fight the Falcon Kingdom or the Army head-on. It was an infiltration mission behind enemy lines. There was no need to lug around a fake iron coffin.

If they needed fire support, they could just call for airship bombardment.

Just as they were speaking, a thunderous explosion echoed from the sky behind them. Spring Water Commander turned his head and stared into the distance.

"Those fools from the Burning Corps probably landed already," Darkest muttered bitterly.

"Dammit... Why do they get the fun jobs while we’re stuck sneaking around like thieves?" Kakarot joked.

"Thieves? This is called strategic sabotage and deep infiltration!"

"Fair enough, hearing it like that, our sneaky work sounds a lot more heroic."

"Hahaha..."

Seeing his laughing comrades, Spring Water Commander cleared his throat. "Guys, we’re here to blow stuff up, not go on a field trip... get serious."

"If we’re sabotaging stuff, shouldn’t we act more fiercely? Hey, let’s do this!" Darkest said with exaggerated glee, contorting his face into a scowl and shaking the rifle at his waist. "Stick ’em up! Hand over all your cash!"

Seeing his clownish act, Kakarot burst out laughing, "What is this, a village raid reenactment?"

Spring Water Commander facepalmed.

My teammates are idiots...

"So... Where are we gonna find a factory?"

Ghostbuster sighed, casting a helpless glance at Spring Water Commander. Seeing someone finally concerned about the actual mission, a smile of relief appeared on Spring Water Commander’s face. "That’s easy. Just follow the road."

Highways were integral to industrial operations. Resource and manpower from survivor settlements were transported to production zones via road networks.

The Falcon Kingdom, being a classical militarist state, typically reserved its widest highways for military and industrial use.

That made identifying high-value targets simple. Just pick the widest roads near Falcon City and follow them to the frontlines.

Along the way, they would surely find a logistics hub or two.

From those bases, they could use local transport info to trace the supplies back to their origins. With Oasis No.2’s strategic depth, pinpointing the industrial district wouldn’t be too hard.

As luck would have it, a short way down the road, they ran into a broken-down tractor.

A shirtless man squatted beside it with a wrench, tightening bolts. Another middle-aged man in a vest sat in the driver’s seat, babbling impatiently.

When he saw a squad approaching from a distance, the man on the tractor thought they were friendly troops. Only when they came closer did he realize these soldiers looked nothing like Falcon Kingdom troops.

Their shiny exoskeletal chest plates and the assault rifles in their hands were nothing Falcon Kingdom forces could afford.

The man’s face instantly turned pale. He jumped off the tractor and tried to flee into the fields, but barely made two steps before a strong hand grabbed him by the collar.

"Where do you think you’re running?" Pincher grinned savagely as he hauled him back like he was grabbing a baby chick. "What, are you up to no good?”

He was a rookie, sure, but a strength type rookie, he had gained a lot of strength points.

His arm and grip strength were at least 140% that of an average adult male. There was no way a regular guy could break free. His grip was like an iron vise, making the man wince in pain with every futile struggle.

"N-no, sir... I wouldn’t dare!" The driver gave up resisting and stammered, "Please, soldier sir... what unit are you from?"

"We’re from the Storm Corps!" Pincher declared proudly.

"S-Storm Corps?" The driver looked confused.

He’d never heard of that unit before.

"What’s with all the talk?" Darkest came striding over with a group, glaring fiercely at the captured driver. "Stick ’em up! Hand over anything valuable!"

"Is this a r-robbery?" The driver looked even more bewildered. "Sir, you must be new here... if you want to rob someone, go for the nobles. We poor folks barely have food, let alone money!"

"Huh... Good point." Darkest nodded thoughtfully, a trace of sympathy flickering in his eyes. But remembering the mission, he quickly pulled the fierce look back on his face.

"Like I care if you’re broke! Hand over whatever valuables you got!"

Seeing the rifle pointed at him, the driver looked like he was about to cry. The man fixing the tractor was already scared stiff, dropped his wrench, and crouched next to the vehicle trembling, too afraid to move.

Rolling his eyes at his idiotic teammate, Spring Water Commander stepped up to the terrified driver and stared into his eyes.

"What’s in the truck?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"I-iron," the driver stammered.

Spring Water Commander pressed on in annoyance, "I know it’s iron. What kind of iron? What’s it for? Where’s it going?"

The driver quickly caught on. "It’s... It’s iron requisitioned from Rodzlan Town. We’re delivering them to the William Industrial Zone, as per orders from the logistics officer."

William... That was the name of the prince and Marshal of the Falcon Kingdom. That wasn’t surprising for something in a kingdom.

In a feudal kingdom attempting industrialization on an agrarian base, only the royal family and great nobles could afford building a specific zone. Naming the industrial district after a royal was standard practice.

Darkest walked to the tractor and peeked inside, finding pots and pans. He raised his eyebrow and muttered to himself, "What use are these?!"

Spring Water Commander ignored him and continued interrogating the driver. "What’s the factory’s name? What does it produce?"

The driver answered with uncertainty, "It’s called Home Royal Foundry... I think they make steel pipes?"

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

Dropping the shipment, Darkest exclaimed, "Are they seamless steel pipes?!"

The driver replied helplessly, "S-sir, I’m just a delivery guy, I really don’t know... maybe ask the factory manager?"

Steel pipes were just one of many products from that factory.

Helmets, entrenching tools, bayonets, canteens, bullets, they were all produced there, though he didn’t dare say that. Those people in front of him gave him a very bad feeling...

"Good idea." Spring Water Commander smiled, patting the driver’s shoulder. Looking at the nervous man, he said, "Can you take us to your factory manager?"

The man wouldn’t dare say no. Facing that warm, gentle smile, he nodded rapidly like a chicken pecking rice.

Spring Water Commander didn’t waste words speaking to him any longer. He turned and waved to the team.

"Let’s go. Tie them up and bring them."

"What about the tractor?" Darkest glanced at the recently fixed vehicle, thinking it would be a shame to leave it.

Spring Water Commander paused, then made a decision. "Toss the goods into the field. Bring the tractor."

He wasn’t sure what it would be good for, but who knew... It might come in handy.

Under cover of night, the Storm Corps advanced in silence.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away in Falcon City, the night raged like a mega inferno.

Gunfire roared non-stop, surrounding the towering castle at the city’s center like crashing waves.

The first two 100-man companies that entered the city were quickly crushed.

New Alliance pilots seemed to be carrying ammunition to arm an entire division, their constant gunfire sounded like bullets were free. They even dismantled the aircraft-mounted machine guns for ground use.

The city’s brick buildings and walls crumbled like paper before those big guns, often vaporizing both walls and people in a single burst.

Even in his last moments, the idiot Adam, who had charged into the city to capture the enemy’s pilots, never saw reinforcements.

But what he didn’t know was that his commanders weren’t blind or deaf. They were simply too busy to care.

The New Alliance pilots weren’t satisfied with just wiping out a few grunts. While surrounding him, they split off a team to attack the castle gates, engaging the guards in a fierce firefight.

It was obvious that the Falcon Kingdom soldiers, armed with only a few bolt-action rifles, stood no chance against the suppressive fire of over a dozen aerial guns.

Seeing the muzzle flashes closing in, Midal made a split-second decision and sent two loyal guards with explosives to destroy the main gate, hoping to delay the enemy until reinforcements arrived.

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