Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 814 - 364 A Winter Month_2

Chapter 814: Chapter 364 A Winter Month_2

"What’s wrong?" Driving is really tough, you know?

Lin Wu, holding a pistol, had killed a German soldier equipped with a long gun from the vehicle and grabbed their Tuk-Tuk. He didn’t know how to drive a manual car, but Shana had taught him how to ride a motorcycle.

After fiddling with it for a bit, he got the motorcycle’s speed to jump quickly to 60 kilometers per hour, and it was still accelerating.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Lin Wu saw two Tuk-Tuks chasing after him. He threw his gun to Lin Meng in the sidecar, hitting her forehead and causing a lump: "Take them down." Then he released Little Fight.

Could he negotiate with the system to take you down? Lin Meng thought to herself as she picked up the assault rifle and fired three shots in a row, accidentally killing three pedestrians. Lin Wu looked back: "Hard work really does pay off, this month’s practice wasn’t in vain. But now, don’t kill civilians, focus on the Germans."

Idiot, I didn’t mean to kill civilians! The Tuk-Tuk was bumpy on the stone road, and Lin Meng accidentally shot another pedestrian. Lin Wu turned around annoyed, didn’t he tell you to shoot the Germans?

Unexpectedly, after a pedestrian fell, the Germans’ Tuk-Tuk ran over the body and flipped to the side, rolling haphazardly into the river. Lin Wu’s look at Lin Meng changed at that moment.

After a long time, Lin Meng squeezed out a word: "Tactics."

"Give me the gun." Lin Wu took the carbine: "Use your own."

Oh, right, I have my own gun. So why did you hit me with the gun?

Lin Wu drove with one hand, propping the carbine on his shoulder, and exchanged fire with an oncoming Tuk-Tuk. How could the German WWII weapons measure up to a modern automatic rifle? The Tuk-Tuk quickly turned into a fireball, flew into the air after hitting debris, just like a movie effect. The huge flaming Tuk-Tuk soared over Lin Wu and Lin Meng’s heads and landed, toppling another German Tuk-Tuk.

Sitting in the sidecar, Lin Meng looked up at Lin Wu: Tell me, that shot was also an accident.

Lin Wu reloaded his magazine, with a chuckle: "Compete with me."

Just as they relaxed, a shell flew in from the side, hitting a fishing boat on the riverbank, which exploded into pieces instantaneously. Lin Meng shouted excitedly, "A tank, it’s a tank!"

meters away on a parallel road, a light tank was advancing at high speed, its gun barrel aimed at the riverbank road. Another shell flew in, and Lin Wu felt something whiz past before another fishing boat was blown to bits.

There was no third shell, as Little Fight fired a rocket that penetrated the tank and exploded inside, setting off a secondary explosion. The tank’s hatch flew off very high and landed in front of Lin Wu, bouncing on the spot. Lin Wu swerved around the hatch cover, the Tuk-Tuk went full throttle, leaving the small town behind, heading to the suburbs, towards Foggy Road.

The speed was fast, the wind noise was loud, and Lin Wu shouted, "Is this just a low-level offensive mission?" There are even tanks, how much lower could it get?

Lin Meng shouted back, "Our mission is a covert assassination."

"What?"

"Never mind."

Lin Wu said, "Turn right after two kilometers, and we’ll be there."

"Okay." Lin Meng asked, "Did you hear something?"

"Plane?"

Lin Wu and Lin Meng looked up to see a single-winged fighter plane chasing them from the sky. Little Fight’s second rocket left a trail of white smoke as it made a head-on strike, blowing the fighter plane to pieces.

As the plane wreckage plummeted, the Tuk-Tuk turned right into Foggy Road. The system prompted: Mission complete, successful escape.

The mission was completed, but Lin Wu’s crude way of working meant they didn’t get a card that could be taken out of the instance. Lin Meng earned some points, but Shadow spent quite a bit on ammunition. However, surviving and returning was already good.

When everyone heard Lin Meng describe the chase, the tank battle, and aerial combat, they all wished they could play the instance too. But that was just wishful thinking, not to mention that the instance was already closed, and without Little Fight, how could you play with them?

Next offensive mission: Rescue. Non-instance mission.

It could be a mission set in Leimeng Town, regardless of the specifics, they must first replenish their rockets. Maya began to worry about the offensive missions; Lin Meng had only done a few, and already there were planes and tanks. If intermediate missions could have spaceships, then advanced missions must mean facing black holes.

Maya and Shana talked with Lin Meng for ten minutes and came to a conclusion: the mess was all thanks to a certain someone. Shana thought it would have been better if Lin Wu had just shot the general in the street, stolen a car, and driven off. Perhaps the insider at the headquarters might’ve even helped hold back the chase. A perfectly good mission with an insider arranged by the system, a map provided, and a route planned, yet none of it was used.

Conclusion: They absolutely cannot let Lin Wu do as he pleases, even if he survives, the situation would still be a mess. Thankfully, the mission was ultimately completed.

Maya called Lin Wu to the campfire room via headset and asked, "How do you think Lin Meng performed in this mission?" Considering that Lin Wu didn’t die and the mission was completed, Maya decided to take Shana’s advice and give Lin Wu a gentle reminder.

Lin Wu answered, "Don’t be too impressed. At first, I thought she was addicted to killing NPCs, but it turned out she had a brilliant strategy—killing NPCs to indirectly shake off the enemy’s pursuit."

"Addicted to killing?" Shana looked at Lin Meng; that information wasn’t part of the story you described.

Lin Meng covered her face.

Maya looked at Shana, wondering how to respond to that. Shana said, "Lin Wu, I think we should read all the material when doing a mission."

Lin Wu agreed, "That’s right, you and Maya can read it."

"You can read it too; you had the time."

"I was busy scouting the surroundings at that time." Lin Wu glanced at Lin Meng. "Lin Meng was busy cooking: red wine pasta."

Lin Meng nodded, "I thought it was quite tasty."

Shana didn’t give up, "I mean, if you had delved into the materials, you might have found a more reliable way to assassinate the general. Perhaps infiltrate the headquarters?"

"Easy to get in, not so easy to get out," Lin Wu said. "I admit there were problems with the mission, and the main responsibility lies with me."

Shana and Maya looked at Lin Wu, relieved.

Lin Wu continued, "If I knew how to drive a manual transmission, things would have been completely different. You’re never too old to learn, and even the most useless skill might come in handy one day."

Actually, he wasn’t wrong about that—if Lin Wu could’ve driven the sedan at that time, things probably would’ve gone smoother, at the very least shaking off tanks and ramming through tricycles. As for Lin Wu not infiltrating the headquarters, like he said, was it possible to exit as easily as entering?

While the two Deputy Commanders were at a loss for words, Lin Wu turned and saw Stone walking over and asked, "Stone, why does the car keep stalling when I shift into second gear?"

Stone replied, "You’re releasing the clutch too fast. First, press the clutch all the way down, move the gear stick to neutral, then shift into second gear. The most important part is to release the clutch slowly. When you lift your foot to the friction point, immediately give it a little gas, and you’ve engaged second gear. It is indeed trickier for beginners to get into second gear."

"Is third gear easier?"

"Right, higher gears are much simpler. Even experienced drivers can feel a noticeable jerk when shifting into second gear in an unfamiliar car, since each car’s clutch depth is different." Stone leaned in and said, "A man should drive a manual car; that’s where the joy of driving is. Coincidentally, the armored car is a manual vehicle."

Lin Wu asked, "Is that the armored car you left to rot by the roadside?"

"Get lost." I wanted to be in cahoots with you, thinking we’d be a good match in our misery, but alas, you were too lazy to conspire.

...

The first month of winter mainly revolved around two things: guessing whether tomorrow’s food would be edible, and carrying out attack missions, with all 15 completed.

The month saw only a week’s cold snap, and without it, temperatures never fell below minus 40 degrees, making life relatively comfortable.

The farm now had thirty hens and ten roosters, yielding 20 eggs per day. On one hand, this greatly relieved the pressure of food demand. On the other hand, it significantly bolstered the daily effort of animal husbandry. Fortunately, with an unending variety of ’dark cuisine’ and the daily bugs supplied by the fence, combined with what the chickens could forage on the farm themselves, they barely required any care.

With the first month’s victories behind them, Shadow convened a ’dark cuisine’ contest. The groups with the worst and second-worst dishes would be in charge of the chickens’ meals the following month.

By the end of the month, everybody realized that cooking wasn’t a bad job; in fact, it became the biggest source of enjoyment during the winter days.