This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 152 They Deserve It!

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 They Deserve It!

"This thing is pretty big."

Chu Guang, leading the players to the flank of the battlefield, gave such an assessment after seeing the light that flared up.

But his players didn’t think so.

"Is this what you call a nuclear bomb?"

"It’s too small! It didn’t even reach a few kilometers, did it?"

"Are you stupid? That’s a tactical nuclear bomb, not a strategic nuclear weapon."

"Then why not use it? Isn’t a strategic one better?"

"Try molding one from a clump of mud!"

"Quiet." Chu Guang scolded the whispering players, pushed aside a capsule and threw it into his mouth, swallowed, and continued speaking, "Take the capsules I gave you earlier and eat them."

The players obediently followed, even though some mumbled, "This isn’t scientific," they still compliantly did as told.

The capsules they swallowed were called oral radiation protection agents.

Compared to injections, it acted a bit slower but was just as effective.

As long as one wasn’t directly struck by the nuclear bomb or jumped into a nuclear crater, there generally wouldn’t be any major problems. Once they left the radiation area, taking one more radiation cleanser would perfectly eradicate even the slight effects.

As for where these pills came from?

Naturally, they were from Vite...

Half an hour ago...

At eight o’clock, Lu Yang promptly led his Marine Corps towards the Army positions 10 kilometers away.

Because a number of players needed to go offline to eat or request leave from their companies, by the time Chu Guang and his players arrived at the Action Camp, Lu Yang and his team were already engaged with the enemy.

Seeing Chu Guang appear at the camp’s entrance, Vite’s face was full of surprise.

What surprised him even more was that Chu Guang did not come alone, but was followed by a large group of Blue Jackets carrying assorted weapons.

Before Chu Guang even spoke, Vite could guess what these fiercely-determined faces intended to do.

"This is too dangerous!"

However, Chu Guang’s reply was—

"This is our unanimous decision, we cannot watch our allies fight in the front while we hide behind, debts of blood must be repaid in blood!"

Unable to dissuade him, Vite could only report the situation to his superiors.

The battle on the front lines was tense, and the logistic department’s head, Li De, pondered for just two seconds before promptly approving their request to join the battle, also providing 300 radiation protection pills, 300 radiation cleansers, and 300 green glow sticks to Chu Guang and his team.

The medications were naturally for combating radiation, as they anticipated deploying a tactical nuclear bomb on the battlefield in half an hour.

The glow sticks were for enemy identification.

After all, bullets don’t have eyes, and in such chaotic conditions, without identification markers, the probability of being hit by friendlies could even be higher than being hit by enemies.

Unfortunately, there were no spare night vision goggles available; otherwise, Chu Guang would have seized the chance to get some.

Such night-fighting tools were not only effective in combat but also superb for scavenging in ruins.

Although he didn’t get night vision goggles, Li De hesitated but finally took out 20 assault rifles from the stock, each equipped with a "red dot sight" and a lightweight grip, and also supplied 2400 rounds of ammunition.

On average, each rifle would get 4 magazines with a capacity of 30 rounds each.

Chu Guang without a second thought accepted all these supplies and distributed them among his players.

Each player definitely received a radiation protection pill and cleanser. As for the rifles, those were handed to the players with higher Contribution Points.

For fairness, of course, it was limited time use.

The mission this time included a total of 210 players, all veterans with VM, many of whom had already participated in two battles, had significant "combat experience," and had gene sequence levels of LV4 or above, with the highest being LV8.

Chu Guang and the players successfully crept to the flank of the battlefield.

The mushroom cloud from the distant nuclear explosion had been dispersed by the snowstorm, and the power armor troops that had blasted a gap in the Army’s positions seemed to be engulfed in fire.

At that moment, a drone circling high above launched 2 high-explosive bombs, landing 800 meters ahead of where Chu Guang and his group were.

Flames exploded furiously, shattering trees and building debris all around as the thick dust billowed into the sky, leaving behind two craters several meters in diameter that amazed the players who exclaimed in awe.

"Holy shit! That’s too fierce!" Mosquito exclaimed with widened eyes, suddenly feeling that the basket of hand grenades he was carrying on his back wasn’t as appealing anymore.

"Is this what you call art?" Standing aside, Gnome King Riches glanced at him, "Yours is just fireworks."

Mosquito: "Heh!"

"Brother Fu Gui, your night vision is finally coming into play," joked the Mole, holding an automatic rifle.

"What the hell? Was it useless before?"

"Uh, maybe it just didn’t show?"

In the distance, the clone soldiers whose hair and clothes were ignited, could no longer scream as they crawled out from the trenches and rolled into the snow piles, losing their breath.

Knowing that his allies were creating opportunities for him, Chu Guang did not hesitate and seized the opportunity, blowing the charge whistle.

Was there not even a sneak attack this time?

Hearing the whistle, the players, already eager, charged like they were on adrenaline, shouting excitedly as they ran.

"Kill!"

"Ula!"

"For the unbreakable alliance!"

"To avenge the Smoking Quitting Brother!"

"For Demacia!"

Watching the players sprint forward, Chu Guang’s lips curled into a smile as his right hand reached for the "Type 20 Needle" Gauss Rifle on his back, but then he thought better of it and relaxed his grip, instead drawing the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer hanging beside him.

Since it was a forest-covered ruin, being reckless might also be acceptable, right?

However, just to be safe, he planned to let the players charge first to draw out the enemy’s "trump card," and then decide whether to join the front lines based on the situation.

...

Meanwhile, at the front of the battlefield.

The armored spearhead penetrating into the heart of the Army was now facing encirclement by the clone light infantry.

These clone infantry had dug numerous dugouts and trenches in the forest, connecting the jungle ruins and the moss-covered concrete low walls.

Despite experiencing countless battles big and small, facing the Army for the first time, Lu Yang dared not underestimate them.

He could feel that the sentiment was mutual.

When 10 quadcopter drones stormed into the trenches, those junior officers were clearly startled, their prepared rocket launchers were left unused, mowed down by the machine guns hanging from the drones, falling alongside their clone brethren.

However, it was clear that the Centurions’ combat discipline was high, far surpassing those Looter gangs who wielded hoses looking for trouble and brawling.

They quickly changed their strategy, pulling back the light infantry with anti-armor weapons to the second line of defense to reorganize.

It was from here that Lu Yang distinctly felt the resistance increased more than twofold, significantly slowing the forward push.

At the same time, large groups of clone light infantry began flanking from both sides, trying to recapture the positions they had lost earlier.

If they succeeded, the torn line of defense would swiftly turn into a pocket, trapping the people inside.

Even wearing power armor as heavy infantry or a heavily shielded heavy tank couldn’t withstand the continuous assaults of light infantry rocket launchers and Dynamite.

After all, destruction is always easier than defense.

The infantry of the Pioneer suffered from their fewer numbers.

If only they had had an extra two hundred infantry to fill the gaps and protect their rear, they wouldn’t have been so passive.

Lu Yang’s plan was to use firepower, armor, and mobility advantages to directly breach the opposing position.

Given the shortage of manpower, this was the best option.

His opponent apparently also realized this and decisively abandoned the first line of defense, pulling back to the second line and ordering a firm stand.

This area, the Elm District, had the densest remnants of buildings and a distinct elevation compared to the surrounding plains.

Lu Yang knew very well that if they could seize this high ground, he and his comrades could rely on the terrain to establish a defense, and victory would be within reach.

But if they couldn’t break through.

The pocket behind him was bound to be closed eventually.

Coincidentally, the enemy thought the same.

At this point, it was a life-or-death struggle.

The dugouts and trenches had turned into meat grinders, with bullets and dynamite rolling like blades, embedding limbs and arms in every inch of the ground.

Even though he was armed to the teeth, Lu Yang, who had just replaced his overheating gun barrel for the second time, still found it challenging to cope with the intense offensive.

Comrades next to him were already falling.

The battle reached a stalemate.

The enemy seemed determined to sacrifice more than 90% of their forces, furiously urging the clone light infantry to push forward.

Many clones couldn’t withstand the electric shocks at the back of their necks and the extreme mental pressure, breaking down and jumping out of the trenches.

Some seemed to simply want to commit suicide, while others charged at them with cluster grenades, planning to die together.

These men were unequivocally mad.

Their brains had been completely assimilated by the war.

If they were ordinary Looters, they would have collapsed when the tactical nuclear bomb fell, but they were different, preferring to be riddled with bullets rather than turn back.

Casualties began to appear among the team members, and madness gradually etched itself onto Lu Yang’s face.

Fortunately, at that moment, the headquarters sent word that 200 reinforcements from Shelter No. 404 had arrived on their flank.

Surprise appeared on Lu Yang’s face, but more than that, it was a relief.

Without a second word, he ordered the drones that had just completed resupplying at the front line to drop the two fresh high-explosive bombs directly on the eastern side of the front line to help their allies break through.

And indeed, his allies did not disappoint him, seizing the opportunity to charge immediately.

The group of Blue Jackets, wielding miscellaneous weapons, showed no fear in the face of blazing warfare; with the support of air firepower, they swiftly crumbled the Army’s right flank.

Their combat style was exceptionally fierce, charging bravely amidst the bullets whizzing wildly, utterly fearless of death. From a distance, they used bolt-action rifles for controlled shots, or simply jumped into the trenches, fighting hand-to-hand with bayonets, rifle butts, and even axes.

As they faced attacks from two directions, the right flank of the Army’s position began to waver significantly, and the scales of victory started to tip towards the allied forces of Shelter No. 404 and the Pioneer.

At that moment, a hoarse roar sounded.

A huge figure, carrying an iron pot, crashed through the dense fog, using the steel plate on his chest to forcefully catch the concentrated fire from machine guns, and directly rammed into the Army’s second line of defense, breaking into a half-collapsed ruin.

When he burst in, the Centurion and the clone soldiers inside were evidently stunned.

They saw a lizard, dressed in a breastplate, bleeding profusely from the shoulders and arms, clutching a spear and an axe in his hands, with a boiling pot strapped to his back.

They had never seen such a bizarre creature.

And they hadn’t expected him to be so brave!

In the excitement of the moment, Trash King didn’t hesitate at all. Having been stifled in the shelter, he now finally seized the opportunity to wreak havoc.

"HAHAHA! I’m back on the battlefield!"

The spear plunged into the chest of the Centurion, dressed in a dark blue coat and clearly an elite, while he used his freed right hand to grab another head, smashing it against the concrete bricks of the wall, and his axe in the left hand sweeping down another who rushed up with a bayonet.

That’s when Trash King noticed a machine gun set up beside a slanted corpse, with a box alongside it filled with palm-sized bullets.

His breastplate had been completely shattered during the charge.

Glancing at his own claws, Trash King inwardly sighed with regret, pulled out the spear from the Centurion’s chest, and dived into the trenches behind the ruins.

A bloodbath ensued!

It wasn’t just the Army’s Centurions who were stupefied; even the allied forces assaulting at the front were baffled, watching the smoke-emitting lizard unsure of what to say.

"Where did this lizard come from?"

"A Variant?!"

"... Is it an ally?"

"I guess it’s like that white bear, probably one of those pets the Blue Jackets keep. Look, it has a glowing stripe on its shoulder... let’s treat it as an ally."

Lu Yang yelled through the communication channel.

"Our allies have captured the eastern position of the Army’s second line of defense. All power armors, leave the trenches and advance forward, light infantry follow up!"

"Leave the rear to our allies, now we need to utilize the maneuverability of the armor to split them right down the middle with one stroke!"

"Yes, sir!"

...

The only disadvantage of the Pioneer was the lack of manpower.

And now, that disadvantage had been filled.

Although it was unclear where these fearless warriors had come from, the fact was that they were even more fierce than their own Clone light infantry and more agile while being fearless of death...

The second line of defense quickly fell.

The pocket that was about to be closed was torn open again.

The power armor that had captured the high ground drove straight through, under the support of aerial firepower, quickly drilling through the Army’s position, completely splitting the Battlefield.

And behind them were the Blue Jackets, who jumped into the trenches to finish off and clean up the remnants...

Temporary command center.

Listening to the frontline report coming from the radio, Vanus’s pupils were filled with disbelief. He still couldn’t believe that he had been attacked by a third-party force.

Reinforcements?

Where did the Company’s people get reinforcements?

This is River Valley Province!

Could there be any Survivor Settlement daring to meddle in the affairs of the Army?

Vanus roared.

"Who are they!"

The voice of the frontline adjutant carried panic.

"I don’t know! They’re wearing fur coats, wielding weapons cruder than our Cannon Fodders, fighting savagely, just like... Looters! And there’s even a Lizard! Damn..."

Looters?

Lizards?

Vanus’s mind was completely muddled...

Meanwhile, at the command center of the Pioneer.

Watching the drone footage of those Blue Jackets bravely fighting, the people standing here fell into a long silence.

Unexpectedly,

The first to break the silence turned out to be Li De, the head of the logistics department.

Many people standing here had heard him complain about those Blue Jackets, especially about that greedy, cunning Manager who always liked to take advantage of him.

He spoke with a solemn voice.

"Please allow me to offer them the highest respect, they are true warriors. They bear great righteousness, fear no sacrifices, do not fear powerful enemies, and have reached out to us in times of peril."

"I take back all my rash, biased remarks I made before and sincerely apologize... I’ll tell him myself later."

Pausing, Li De seemed to have made some decision, looking at the people around him.

"Although it’s a bit unconventional, I still intend to do so. I will use my credit score as a guarantee to submit a formal application to the board of Silver Wing Group."

"To award them the honor of ’Permanent Strategic Partner of the Company!’"

Although the people around him were surprised, no one opposed.

The assistant of the marine department, Yi Hai, nodded in agreement.

"Count me in for the signature."

"They deserve it!"

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(Thanks to the two alliance leaders of "readers" for their rewards~~~ Brother, you don’t have a nickname.)

(Today is still 10,000 characters! [3/30])

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