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Chapter 199: Feint, Blitz, Support, and Server First Kill!

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Feint, Blitz, Support, and Server First Kill!

[Mission: Bombard the Target Area!]

[Requirement: Launch 10 rockets at the target area on the map.]

[Reward: Each rocket that lands within the area will grant 5 war points; precise landing within the range awards 10 war points.]

"Fyel!"

In the darkness of the ruins, an excited shout rang out.

At Mosquito’s command, the Rat-man standing next to the rocket launcher immediately lit the fuse with a match and then scrambled to the side.

Tail flames spurted!

Accompanied by a wailing whistle, rockets dragging tail flames rose from the launcher’s rails and traced a beautiful parabola through the night sky, fiercely striking the Looter’s position.

Illuminated by the rocket’s tail flames, an excited expression was etched on Mosquito’s face.

"Hahaha! Damn! This is just too awesome!"

Difficult for the strong had a face full of admiration.

"Awesome! Boss, did you make this Katyusha?"

He had heard of the power of Goblin Technology on the forum, and now he was finally seeing it.

This was just too hardcore!

"What Katyusha, this is Storm 1.0!"

Thorn Fist rocket failed to achieve the speed or penetration and power he wanted, so Mosquito simply abandoned the original design plan, increasing the caliber from the original 20mm pipe to 90mm, and the weight of the warhead from 20g directly up to 6 kg, going back to his old job.

To his surprise, the new design not only passed the review but also received funding from Outpost Base for development and secured a one-time purchase of 20 rockets!

Each rocket costing 120 silver coins, sold for 140 silver, yielding a profit of 20 silver coins per rocket—this single order earned him 400 silver coins!

Indeed.

Bigger is better!

kg of TNT was no joke, significantly stronger than the combat part he previously made from black powder!

And the most crucial point was that these rockets had been bought by Outpost Base, not using his own money.

Seeing Difficult for the strong still standing there waiting for the explosion, Mosquito immediately urged him.

"Quick, load the rockets! There’s another round of bombardment when the Eastern front starts attacking!"

Difficult for the strong snapped back to reality and nodded excitedly.

"Alright, bro!"

...

"Fire!"

Southern part of the experimental base.

A quiet forest burst into gunfire, illuminating the area with flashes of light.

At the instant the attack order was received, Group A, responsible for the feint attack at the southern position, immediately launched their assault, firing bullets densely at the slope where the Looters were positioned.

The players forming the feint group were mostly equipped with bolt-action pipe rifles and Ripper rifles.

Before the battle started, each of them had received 40 bullets.

Their mission was singular—

That is, by all means, to pin down the main force of the Looters on the southern side of the experimental base, buying time for the sixteen teams ambushed on the eastern side!

The Looters’ machine guns fired from a high position towards the forest, bullets whizzing wildly overhead.

The players scattered through the forest faced a tough battle.

And just then, a howling whistle suddenly came from above, as rockets flew over the forest and fiercely crashed into the high ground ahead!

Flashes of light and explosions filled the area.

Clearly disoriented by this saturation bombing, the firepower deployed by the Looters on the high ground momentarily weakened.

Seeing the explosions up close, the players crouching in the forest were startled.

"Holy shit, Mosquito is awesome!"

"666, damn... I thought the rockets were going to land on my head!"

"A few seem to have flown a bit too far..."

"It doesn’t matter! Getting even one is enough!"

Inside the experimental base, explosions continued.

Dynamite strapped to Hyenas, ignited by the heated shrapnel, exploded instantly, killing the Looters holding the ropes and causing numerous fatalities around.

Face tattooed, the man looked out the window.

Watching the chaotic position, his face illuminated by the flames, showed a flicker of surprise and disbelief.

He had anticipated that the group they encountered in the morning might go back for reinforcements but hadn’t expected them to arrive so quickly, launching an attack that very evening.

And such a fierce initial move!

The Looter following him spoke with a trembling voice.

"Could it be people from Giant Stone City?!"

Card pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Unlikely... listen to their gunfire."

The person, having calmed down, caught on.

"Ripper rifles?"

Card nodded, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"They must be survivors from the Northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

Without hesitation, he immediately ordered,

"Issue my command, everyone must hold their positions at all costs!"

"Reinforcements will arrive before dawn, and as long as we hold out tonight, victory will be ours!"

...Southern front.

Five mutant brown bears locked in cages were brought to the edge of the battlefield.

Hearing the gunfire around them, the mutant brown bears roared angrily, struggling desperately as the steel bars thick as thumbs creaked under the strain.

Looters unbolted the lock of the cage and pushed it vigorously down the slope, quickly retreating back to their cover.

The mutant brown bear broke free from the cage and, driven by Molotov cocktails and machine gun fire, charged toward the players’ line.

As Debt Giant Eye saw the brown bear rushing toward them, he was instantly alarmed.

"Damn! These looters really have no honor!"

"Molotov cocktails on the road! Don’t let it get through!"

Edge Shoveling shouted, hurling his Molotov cocktail forward.

The cocktail smashed on a pine tree, splattering the ignited oil all around.

Nearby players, thinking alike, hurled their own Molotov cocktails, quickly forming a barrier of fire on the slope.

The mutant brown bear, fearful of setting its fur alight, dared not continue down the slope and instead fled to the side. Along the way, two of its companions were killed by the whizzing bullets on the battlefield.

However, every situation has its pros and cons.

Although the flames stopped the mutant brown bear from reaching the players’ positions, they also illuminated their locations.

Two exposed players quickly fell under intensive fire from Looters on the slope, their bodies riddled with bullets.

Casualties on both sides continued to rise.

The battle on the southern front reached a stalemate!

Inside the temporary command center, Vanus watched the VM screen and spoke thoughtfully.

"This plan is risky... If the southern front collapses, and your opponents chase down from the high ground, even if your men gain an advantage on the eastern front, they can easily be flanked from the south side of the high ground, getting caught in crossfire by the troops on the slope."

Vanus didn’t finish his thought; he believed Chu Guang understood the consequences.

If it were him commanding, he would not take such a risk, but would instead divide the forces into four groups, attacking simultaneously from all directions.

This way, even if one front falls, as long as the other three succeeded, he could still win the battle.

Of course, that’s assuming an absolute advantage in manpower or equipment.

Without a clear advantage, he wouldn’t let his subordinates fight a battle they couldn’t possibly win.

Unless his superiors demanded it.

"That scenario you assumed won’t happen."

Hearing this confident voice, Vanus raised his eyebrows.

"Why?"

Chu Guang didn’t hesitate.

"Unless they bring three times my troop strength, completely annihilating the forty infantrymen I’ve deployed on the eastern front on the slope."

"It doesn’t need to be a complete wipeout, just over half casualties—"

"Let’s make a wager."

Hearing this, Vanus hesitated slightly.

"On what?"

"10,000 Dinars," Chu Guang said with a light smile, "that my men will fight to the last moment, and even if only one survives, they will not retreat."

He trusted his players.

Having endured numerous battles, they were now experienced veterans, some of whom had even died once on the battlefield.

They possessed more than just fearless courage.

If this battle went smoothly, with every squad completing its mission, Chu Guang planned to introduce guild and mercenary systems in the next version, allowing some players with strong organizational skills to take command of squads, coordinating with familiar teammates in crucial parts of battles.

Out of a hundred players, there would always be ten or twenty who stood out.

Letting them fully leverage their strengths was more valuable than having them sit in trenches.

At that time, Chu Guang would consider focusing more on training junior officers and his personal bodyguard.

This personal bodyguard would primarily consist of indigenous people.

After all, it was a very boring job, and players were unlikely to be interested in it.

Chu Guang’s confident tone left Vanus undecided, but such an opportunity to make money was not to be refused.

Fear of death is natural to all living beings, even the clone infantry of armies, driven by their instinct to survive.

Forty men only, facing firepower from an elevated position, if they could hold until reducing their numbers by thirty percent, that would be elite status.

He didn’t believe a group of pampered residents of the refuge could have such resolve.

Shrugging his shoulders, Vanus said,

"Then let’s bet."

Besides, even if he lost, it didn’t really matter.

After all, he wouldn’t be able to clear his ransom of two million anytime soon...

...

[Mission: All-out Assault!]

[Description: Comrades on the southern front have bought us precious time, with the Looters’ firepower tied down there! The time is ripe for a heavy strike, signal the all-out assault when the whistle blows!]

Eastern front.

Still tranquil, until a piercing whistle echoed through the woods.

Seconds before silence, a boiling intent to kill and shouts of charge surged toward the high ground like an overwhelming force.

The Looters hiding behind cover etched fear across their faces.

For a moment, they couldn’t count just how many were charging up from below!

"Kill!"

"Ula!"

"Brothers, charge!"

"Demacia!"

"Capture the point! Capture the point!"

Alongside them surging up the highlands, rained a torrent of bullets!

At a window on the third floor, a gunman was turning his gun to fire, but before he could squeeze off a few shots, a burst of blood mist erupted from his head, and he slumped over the sandbags.

A Looter quickly moved up, took over the machine gun, ready to fire, but as he leaned over, a bullet blew open his skull, scattering brain matter and blood everywhere.

On a double-deck villa roof five hundred meters away.

Night Ten pulled the bolt of his gun and calmly exhaled a hot breath, his face lit up with excitement.

"Two! Twenty points in the bag! By the way, does this game give extra points for headshots?"

"Stop fooling around... concentrate on aiming!"

Several hundred meters was well beyond the range of a bow and arrow, so Fang Chang simply took on the role of spotter and reported to Night Ten.

"Our people have already advanced forward... should we follow them?"

The fastest advancing team had already pounced onto the high ground.

Group B’s progress was smoother than expected. Sixteen squads, nearly one hundred and sixty people, had torn a hole directly in the defensive line, and the defenders, the Looters, were completely dumbfounded.

No one manned the machine gun point anymore.

Probably because there was really no one left.

Holding a pair of binoculars, Fang Chang calmly observed.

"Wait for orders, our fighting position hasn’t changed."

The orders hadn’t been updated; it seemed they weren’t the protagonists of this battle.

But that didn’t matter.

As a support group, just like the A group that held the southern line, as long as they stayed in their positions, there were points to be scored.

...

"Charge! Meat Meat, hurry up! Everyone else has gone up, if we don’t charge now, we’ll fall behind!"

Riding on the back of a giant white bear, Tail pulled at the fluffy white fur, waving an iron tube rifle in his hand while howling.

Though the sound was not loud, the momentum was right.

"You, aren’t you afraid of getting shot standing so tall?"

Just as he spoke, a bullet whizzed past the bear’s ear, scaring her nearly to the point of turning around and running.

Tail pulled her back.

"Don’t be scared! If Tail falls, there’s still Si Si!"

Si Si, who was charging alongside, gave the white bear a thumbs-up.

"That’s right, charge without worries, just think of it as guarding Little Fish’s smile. We’ll take turns riding you!"

"I, I, I really don’t want to be ridden at all!"

The white bear, with steel plates hanging on its chest and head, looked like it was about to cry but still mustered the courage to rush forward.

However, soon after charging to the high ground, she was surprised to find that those Looters seemed to freeze upon seeing her, even forgetting to shoot for a moment.

Could it be...

Like they said.

Was she actually strong?

Just as the white bear knight charged, the eastern line of the Looters had completely collapsed.

Players who assaulted the high ground didn’t even bother to engage those Looters; they swept through like a swift breeze.

Killing ordinary targets yielded only one point.

But according to the VM mission tips, reaching the designated point and seizing a favorable position on the map could score ten war points for the entire team!

A squad of ten.

Even if only one person managed to sneak there, it counted as mission completion.

If they held the position for more than three minutes or until the next command was updated, they could earn another ten war points.

That’s twenty points!

Isn’t snagging five points per battle a great deal?

A bloody good deal!

Unlike Group A, which primarily used bolt-action rifles, each of the sixteen squads in Group B was mostly made up of players equipped with automatic rifles, each team armed with at least three "Sickle" assault rifles!

These assault players, before attacking, received sixty rounds of ammunition and two grenades.

In addition, each squad was also equipped with a support soldier carrying an Iron Fist Rocket Launcher.

This rocket launcher, produced by the army, loaded with TNT, was very effective against both vehicles and infantry.

Especially useful against targets hiding in buildings or behind cover; just fire a rocket and blast everything, cover and all.

...

The eastern line suddenly encountered fierce firepower, and the Looters on the high ground finally reacted.

The group they had staunchly pinned down in the forest was not deterred by their firepower but was merely a decoy...

The A group players, prepared to sacrifice, did not retreat a step, regardless of casualties.

Stationed on the high ground, the Looters launched two assaults downhill, both of which were repelled.

The troops inside the research facility began to mobilize, and the Looters’ squads on the south line, led by their Centurions, quickly moved to support the east.

However, at that moment, the second volley of rockets descended on their heads.

The rocket’s wing-mounted beepers emitted a shrill whine, swooping down from the sky like the long cry of the grim reaper’s hounds.

The open space in front of the research facility exploded in a series of flames, not many were killed on the spot, but countless were scared witless.

"Ah! Ah!"

"My arm! My arm!"

"Help me..."

The chaotic battlefield was filled with continuous wails.

Old White, standing by the window, watched the rumbling flames outside, his face full of astonishment.

"F*ck... this commotion is massive."

Were all these rockets Mosquito’s work?

That’s way too awesome!

Hearing footsteps from the corridor outside, Old White’s mind stirred slightly, stretching his handcuffed hands to grab the bedsheet and quickly pressed against the wall beside the door.

The door was violently shoved open, and two Looters wielding rifles charged in.

Before the two could detect his presence, Old White promptly threw the bedsheet over them and fiercely flexed his muscles, handcuffing one and ramming the other against the wall with his shoulder.

With a strength of 17 points and explosive power from a "Boundary Breakthrough," the two had no chance to react.

Old White twisted the neck of the man in his arms, and with a swift elbow strike, he finished off the stunned Looter against the wall.

"Fuck, the wound on my stomach tore open again."

With a constitution of 7 points, that shouldn’t be low, right?

Why hasn’t it healed yet?

Ignoring the bodies on the floor, Old White picked up a pistol from the ground, shot the locks off his handcuffs and shackles, tossed the pistol aside, picked up the "Ripper" rifle from the ground, and walked out the door.

Downstairs, the chaotic footsteps indicated that no one cared about his presence.

Casually walking down the stairs, Old White was about to sneak out the back door when, just as he descended the stairs, he ran into an acquaintance in the hallway.

Card and his subordinates, seeing Old White, flashed a moment of surprise on their faces. Two Looters immediately raised their automatic rifles, intending to fire. However, as an Awakener, Old White reacted a step faster, grabbing the nearest rifle with his left hand while wielding the Ripper rifle in his right, and thrust directly at the man behind Card.

Puff—

The bayonet plunged into the chest, skewering the man completely.

With a twist of his hand, blood spurted out as the life faded from the man’s eyes, like a balloon with a hole, collapsing into a pool of blood.

Having dealt with that Looter, Old White turned his gaze to the tattooed man.

"You spared my life, so I’ll spare yours."

"Surrender."

With the rifle tight in his grasp as if in a vice, Card, who couldn’t understand what Old White was saying, flashed a vicious look, drew a dagger with his left hand, and stabbed at Old White’s throat.

However, he quickly realized the grave mistake he had made.

What he thought was a swift strike appeared as slow as an ant crawling in the eyes of his opponent.

Without saying a word, Old White kicked him in the chest, sending him flying back, crashing hard onto the ground.

The air was squeezed out of Card’s chest, not knowing how many ribs were broken.

Card felt as if a truck had hit his chest, coughing as if drowning, only, instead of water, it was blood he coughed up.

"I already told you I’d spare your life; why the struggle?"

Old White dropped the Ripper rifle he was holding, picked up the automatic rifle that the Looter leader had dropped, and walked over to pick him up from the ground.

At that moment, a flurry of footsteps suddenly chased in from outside.

Leading the charge into Building No. 3’s main hall was the [Battlefield Atmosphere Group], just about to rush down the hallway when they joyfully spotted Old White standing there.

"Holy shit? Old White?"

The hostage ran out by himself?

And he even captured one!

Holding the Looter leader, Old White also saw them and immediately wore a look of surprise.

"Holy shit, how fast did you guys move?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group chuckled.

"Had to! Saw you suffering all day on the forum; we had to come rescue you!"

silver.

How could they not be quick?

Unaware of the mission, Old White swore playfully and paused before adding,

"Those Looters seemed to have run towards the eco garden below Building No. 3, there’s an elevator and a fire escape on the first floor that lead there. By the way, how’s the situation outside?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group grinned.

"It’s pretty much over! Our guys came straight through from the eastern front, surrounded the Looter forces deployed there at Building No. 5, and are probably mopping them up now. About ten squads have been sent to support the south line; the battle is just wrapping up... listen, the charge whistle, our brothers from the feint group have also charged."

The piercing whistle echoed across the field, becoming the last straw breaking the Looters’ psychological defense.

The frontline began to crumble.

The last stubborn resistance gradually turned into a desperate struggle.

The disorganized Looters were either flipped over in close combat by battle axes and bayonets or shot from behind cover or the half-dug dugouts.

The [Spring Water Commander], leading a squad, fully occupied Building No. 3, cut the power to the elevators and forcibly opened the two gates of the fire escape.

Cold air from the first floor poured into the passageway.

Players lit a fire at the entrance.

Deputy captain Liuding, clad in a Type Five Exoskeleton, advanced to the frontline and shouted to the Looters surrounded in the eco garden.

"Your leader has been captured, surrender is your only way out!"

"Drop your weapons, raise your hands, come out on your own!"

"In ten minutes, not one will be left!"

On the other side of the battlefield.

Using Brother Battlefield’s map to find his way back to his VM, Old White, holding his rifle, stormed into the tent directly opposite Building No. 3.

Inside the tent lay the Death Claw, barely alive, with a metal box embedded in its tail, its purpose unknown.

An old man stood beside the Death Claw.

Upon seeing him, the old man did not hesitate, immediately stopped his work, and straightforwardly raised his hands.

"I surrender."

Having been through so many battles, Old White could understand the words "I" and "surrender," but what about that beast?

As Old White debated whether to claim the first kill, his VM suddenly vibrated and a pale blue pop-up appeared.

[Congratulations to player "White Horse Passing a Gap" for achieving the first kill on Death Claw.]

[Reward: 10 silver coins, 50 contribution.]

[Choose whether to make a Worldwide Announcement: Yes/No]

Seeing these words, Old White, just about to make his move, suddenly paused.

Holy shit?

Is that even possible?

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