This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 495.2: Reunion After A Century And A Half

Battlefield Cheerleader held his breath for a second.

Noticing both men watching him, he quickly put on a worried expression while his mind raced. “I... I just heard. Is the general alright?”

“He’s fine.” Cowley shook his head.

Before Battlefield Cheerleader could feign relief, Cowley continued with a complicated expression, “But that’s exactly the problem.”

“?”

“Enough! I’ll say it.” Seeing Cowley still beating around the bush, Willick lost his patience. He cut in and stared at the man in front of him. He stared at Pangolin, a man of few words but sharp instincts.

“I’ll be direct. Griffin has betrayed the Marshal. The appearance of the Adjudicator at the front line is proof enough!”

Battlefield Cheerleader held his breath again.

It sounded like a stretch, but given their current dire situation, he immediately understood. Griffin’s unilateral decision had pushed those mid-level officers to their limit.

Now they had to make a similar choice.

“What do you need me to do?” Battlefield Cheerleader nodded.

Willick stared into his eyes. “I need to confirm your loyalty to the lord Marshal. Look into my eyes and tell me. Are you loyal?”

Loyal to the Marshal?

Of course I am!

Still unaware of the full gravity of the situation and assuming it was part of a side quest, Battlefield Cheerleader reflexively raised three fingers and swore, “My loyalty to the Marshal is as clear as the sun and moon!”

Cowley glanced away, looking awkward.

“Good,” Willick nodded in satisfaction, then said to him, “Now is the time to prove your loyalty to the Marshal!”

That night, on the forums.

Battlefield Cheerleader: So that’s basically what happened. The commander of the Fifth Division wants me to assassinate Griffin.”

He included recent details like low morale inside Horn Fortress, unrest in the military ranks, and how relentless bombing had shaken soldiers to the core.

Tail: Whoa! Is it boss fight time? (@~v@)

Tengteng: Damn, Cowley’s going too far! ( ˶°ㅁ°)

Battlefield Cheerleader: Too far my ass!!

Night Ten: Spicy. (≖⩊≖)

Old White: Honestly, sounds pretty good. Kill Griffin, his deputy takes over, and surrenders on the spot. (￣▽￣)

Battlefield Cheerleader: Good, my ass! The administrator asked me to infiltrate the Army, not assassinate Griffin!

Gale: True, if you could silently take him out, great. But once someone catches wind of it, no matter how grateful they are, they’ll still execute you on the spot.

Irene: Not necessarily. Looking at the quest path, Cowley might give you a chance to flee afterwards. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Battlefield Cheerleader: Pft! Then what about my exoframe?!

Night Ten: Go ask the doggy developers. LOL

Mosquito: Here’s a better idea. Give us Griffin’s itinerary, and we’ll take him out for you. One and done. Instant cure. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Ample Time: That’d be convenient. Confirmed: Pangolin is a spy. (◔_◔)

Escaping Mole: The real question is, does killing Griffin even benefit the New Alliance?

Ample Time: Let’s break it down logically. Getting 50,000 troops to surrender is ideal, but in terms of bargaining chips, an encircled and starving army is far more useful than a captured one.

Spring Water Commander: +1. So for max benefit, if you do plan to act, do it after negotiations are finalized. (◔_◔)

Battlefield Cheerleader: Damn it! Being a spy sucks!! TT

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Of course, Chu Guang had seen all the forum chatter. But he didn’t give any new instructions to their Comrade Pangolin. At this point, whether Griffin lived or died, the New Alliance wouldn’t lose, it was only a matter of how much they would gain.

So he gave Battlefield Cheerleader full autonomy.

If he wanted to continue the undercover act, he should put in some extra effort. If he didn’t, that was fine too. There wouldn’t be any major conflict with the Army for a long time anyway. And after all the high-value intelligence he provided, his mission could be considered a complete success. He would be given the exoframe anyway.

While Battlefield Cheerleader wrestled with this dilemma, an airship from Triumphant City had already anchored just 20 kilometers from the nearest riverbank on the western outskirts of Falcon City.

Both airships now stood off against each other and tensions were sky-high.

Looking up at the towering behemoth, King Morgott silently prayed that it wouldn’t fall.

Or at least, if it did, not onto his castle. Fortunately, what he feared didn’t happen, neither the Army nor the New Alliance fired the first shot.

Apparently, it wasn’t just him and his nobles who were weary of war. Even the Army far off in the West Coast didn’t want to continue fighting.

Standing with a group of players at Falcon City’s western gate, Chu Guang narrowed his eyes at the descending elevator platform.

“Looks like the Army still has some tricks up their sleeve.”

Descending with the elevator was a four-legged robot as tall as a three-story building. Its rectangular body and hoof-like feet made it resemble a weird mule. It bore a striking resemblance to the Empire’s Walkers from Star Wars.

However, it clearly wasn’t a transport robot.

The 200mm cannons mounted on top gleamed ominously under the sun.

More striking was the massive chimney-like exhaust that was nearly half a meter wide.

It looked like a walking locomotive, a brutal piece of dieselpunk art showcasing the Wislanders belief in ‘big is good’. Its towering chimney belched black smoke as its powerful limbs carried it forward.

Ancient internal combustion technology fused with cutting-edge futuristic design. It was a surreal dieselpunk machine. Every frame of its movement was a mechanical masterpiece.

It likely also carried deflection shields and anti-gravity technology powered by precious nuclear fusion batteries.

Clearly, the Army had inherited more pre-war technology than expected, even if they were just spare parts.

The machine gave Chu Guang a strange sense of deja vu. It felt like a budget Titan from Lost Valley.

“The fuck?” Night Ten, clad in his Light Cavalry exoskeleton, swallowed nervously as he muttered, “What the hell is that thing?”

While the players were shocked, Count Kernway’s previously shattered spirit rekindled with renewed faith in the Wislanders’ might. He muttered to himself:

“A Bison! That’s a Bison!”

The Bison was an all-terrain armored beast. It was a hybrid of diesel and nuclear fusion, a monster of war!

It was said to be known as the Four-Legged Railway Cannon in the West. With an auto-loader 200mm autocannon, it could rain down artillery fire equivalent to a full battery in under a minute!

It wasn’t just support. It could even lead assaults in place of tanks. With deflection shields and aerospace alloy armor, it could withstand both direct and indirect attacks.

If thousands of them attacked the New Alliance alongside a sea of clone infantry, everything would change!

But Count Kernway clearly hadn’t realized one thing, why was there only one Bison present?

Chu Guang understood perfectly.

The governor-general from Triumphant City was showing off. To fit that thing onto an airship, the Army probably had to dismantle at least 20 cannons just to make room. And to fully unleash its firepower, they would need to build an entire industrial park in the desert.

Chu Guang wasn’t nervous at all. He didn’t take the steel beast seriously.

The quadruped robot marched heavily forward and stopped 500 meters from the riverbank.

It slowly bent its four legs forward, pressing its square-shaped body down into the weed-filled field.

Surrounded by a squad of tall, imposing elites, a man with a prominent nose stepped out of the door and appeared.

“You must be the administrator of the New Alliance?”

Lifting the visor of his exoframe, Chu Guang looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“Cohen,” the man lifted his chin slightly and continued, “Governor-general of Sunset Province, appointed by His Excellency the Marshal.”

A five star governor-general... He held a rank second only to a Commander and above ten thousand men. To rise further, one had to leave the Army and expand their dominion.

In truth, within the Army itself, a governer-general was already a quasi-Commander.

Klaas had launched his expedition largely for that very reason, to take one more step upward and become the Army’s fifth Army Commander.

Chu Guang sized up Cohen for a moment, then concisely introduced himself. “Chu Guang, Administrator of Shelter 404, and of the New Alliance.”

The governer-general didn’t have remarkable personal strength. It was that of an ordinary man, but the 20 or so Wislanders behind him were powerful awakeners!

By Shelter 404’s classification system, they were at least LV30s, with enhancements focused on their strength and reflexes.

The strongest among them might even be LV40!

Of course, that was only what he guessed.

Physical power alone didn’t mean everything. The green-skinned mutant humans all averaged LV30 too, and even they were beaten down by beginner players.

While Chu Guang was assessing Cohen, Cohen was also studying him.