This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 208: They Are True Warriors!

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: They Are True Warriors!

Outside the battery factory.

Gunfire roared, bullets freely whizzing through the streets.

Suddenly, a Looter peeked out from cover, aiming his shoulder-held Iron Fist Rocket Launcher at the factory’s main gate.

Though he was quickly targeted and bombarded, he still managed to pull the trigger.

"RPG—!"

Makabazi shouted, diving to the side.

Almost the moment his voice trailed off, a rocket swooshed across the street and slammed crookedly into the factory’s outer wall.

A fiery explosion erupted, hurling chunks of concrete through the air and exposing a large expanse of rebar.

An unsuspecting player near the wall was hit by a stray bullet, fell to the ground, gasping for air; another player squatting nearby immediately grabbed his collar and, under the cover of their teammates, dragged him back behind cover.

On the street outside the battery factory, patches of fire burned.

An armored pickup truck’s engine died in the middle of the road, its front steel plate dented inward, antifreeze leaking from beneath the hood in streams.

The Looter in the driver’s seat was as shattered as the blown-open bulletproof panel, his body a mess of gore. However, the mounted machine gun in the back was unharmed and continued to furiously fire into the factory, unleashing volleys of bullets.

"Their firepower is too fierce!" shouted "Strength Type Construction Boy with a Brick," trying to set up a light machine gun in response, but he was suppressed before he could even show himself.

Looters, wielding rifles, pressed forward along both sides of the street toward the factory.

Under the suppressing barrage of machine-gun fire, Edge Shoveling had no choice but to order his newly-deployed squad members to fall back into the factory, tightening their defense.

Just one round of gunfire.

They had already lost three squadmates—only seven left in Squad B!

Though the Looters had also suffered five casualties, given their fierce offensive, this loss seemed negligible.

"Damn it!"

Crouching behind cover, Edge Shoveling cursed as he changed his magazine and glanced at the stranded machine gun pickup.

That damn tube hadn’t blown up the truck!

How thick could their tanks be?!

Or was it just their unlucky day??

"We need to figure out a way to take out that machine gun!"

Seeing the team leader looking at him, "Strength Type Construction Boy with a Brick," clutching a light machine gun, bellowed, "Where’s the sniper? Damn it, stop aiming, and shoot someone!"

Debt Giant Eye, infuriated, his nose twisted: "What sniper? A semi-auto rifle can’t snipe for shit! I even drew the scope’s crosshairs myself!"

Construction Boy with a Brick: "Brother Shui! What do we do now?"

Edge Shoveling looked to the adjacent team.

"Do you guys have any more tubes?"

Drum Washing Machine: "Just one last shot left!"

Edge Shoveling gritted his teeth, about to command the firing of the tube when Makabazi’s shout suddenly came from the side.

"Wait, hold on, use this!"

Saying so, ignoring the bullets whizzing past him, Makabazi sprinted back and quickly retrieved a tube from the truck much larger than a face.

To be accurate, this couldn’t even be considered a regular tube. It resembled a portable rocket nest!

The rocket nest held 12 steel tubes, each approximately 1100mm in length, with a 20mm diameter, each tube filled with a rocket weighing over half a kilo.

Seeing this contraption, Edge Shoveling was taken aback.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this?!"

"Thorn Fist! Get out of the way!"

With that, Makabazi excitedly pulled the trigger.

All twelve steel tubes fired simultaneously, spewing flames and thick smoke. Twelve slender rockets traced parabolic paths in a cone formation, covering the center of the street.

Honestly, this thing wasn’t precise.

But in the face of sheer numbers, precision didn’t really matter!

The half-street covered by rockets instantly exploded into flames. At least three rockets landed within three meters of the truck, one hitting directly in front of the machine gun’s steel plate!

The 144g TNT charge wasn’t much, but its power could match 2-3 hand grenades.

The machine gunner, standing at his post, was instantly obliterated, pitching over the side of the truck and lying still.

The machine gun fell silent.

Inside the factory, the pressure significantly lessened for the players and survivors!

Throwing down the rocket launcher, Makabazi excitedly pumped his fist and shouted "Nice," picking up his rifle and heading back to cover.

Including Guard NPC Lu Bei and several local survivors fighting alongside the players, every jaw dropped in astonishment.

What kind of weapon was that?!

Its power was immense.

Construction Boy with a Brick seized the opportunity, setting up a light machine gun and firing across the street. The Looters’ offensive was instantly pushed back.

The Manager had issued him two hundred bullets, and now just over a hundred remained. If he was a bit conservative, they should last a while.

Watching Makabazi squat down next to him, Edge Shoveling’s eyes nearly bulged out.

"Holy crap? Was that a Mosquito’s rocket?"

Makabazi chuckled.

"20mm twelve-linked Thorn Fist! Awesome, right? I got it for 20 silver coins from the market."

Edge Shoveling: "Twenty silver coins?! Awesome! Got any more?"

That was way too cheap!

Makabazi shook his head: "No more! It’s disposable. It cost 200 silvers to make! Mosquito gave it to me then said he’d never make such a low cost-performance weapon again!"

Edge Shoveling: "..."

The Looters crouching in the street were utterly stunned by the rocket, clearly not expecting such a formidable weapon hidden on the opposing side.

However, the rocket’s intimidation didn’t last long.

Under Centurion’s cluttered shouts, someone quickly got their bearings and, under teammate cover, ran to the machine gun pickup, taking over for the fallen gunner.

But soon, that Looter cursed as he jumped off the vehicle, tumbling and rolling into a nearby ruin.

At the sight of this scene, Debt Giant Eye, holding a semi-automatic rifle, excitedly shouted,

"Their machine gun is broken!"

"I see it! Hold on, brothers, victory is within eye—"

His words were cut off mid-sentence as Edge Shoveling’s face turned dark.

The other players around him also had little time to rejoice before they saw another pickup truck fitted with steel plates appear at the end of the street. It stopped right behind the scrapped pickup, using its wreckage as cover to hide its body and driver’s seat.

The fixed machine gun began to unleash its firepower again, firing three-round bursts towards the players’ cover.

Caught off guard, "Construction Youth with Bricks," who was holding a light machine gun, was killed in the crossfire, finally relieving them of the suppressive fire, allowing the Looters to start advancing again.

Feeling bullets whiz over his head, Edge Shoveling couldn’t help but curse in his mind.

Damn the planners!

We’ve been targeted again!

"How many Looters did they even spawn?!" shouted Debt Giant Eye.

"At least four squads! I heard that the Ecological Experiment Base group of Looters has only three or four armored pickup trucks!"

"Damn! So half of them are here?!"

At that moment, another group of players shouted from behind.

"They’ve moved around to the back of the factory!"

At the same time, gunfire erupted from the southern rear of the factory area, where the Looters who had circled from the frontline to the back engaged Group A in a fierce firefight.

Pulling the standard-issue light machine gun from the body of "Construction Youth with Bricks," Debt Giant Eye couldn’t help but suggest,

"Should we charge? Maybe there’s still a chance if we rush them! If we let them surround us, we’re done for!"

"Now is not the time to charge! Their machine gun is set up outside!"

Edge Shoveling clenched his teeth, attached a bayonet to his rifle, and shouted loudly,

"Prepare to abandon the enclosing wall, we’ll retreat to the factory building soon!"

Honestly, this wasn’t a good idea.

The more they were encircled, the more they should have broken out. Only by fighting back could they turn the situation around; staying behind cover would only leave them waiting to be enveloped.

The Looters were clever, even using tactics they had employed before, with frontal firepower as a diversion and a team sneaking around from the side.

If there were more reinforcements, Edge Shoveling would have opted to let a team break through the weak spot in the firepower and try to flank the machine gun pickup.

But now, he had no better plan.

This was different from the battle last night.

Although they were similarly outnumbered, they only needed to hold their ground then, even if only one person was left, it would be considered a victory.

But now, there were over a hundred villagers behind him!

"Damn!" he cursed under his breath and shouted at the top of his lungs,

"Group A, provide cover, Group B, retreat to the factory!"

"Roger!"

With no radios, commands could only be relayed by shouting and blowing whistles.

Fortunately, these were all experienced players, who understood each other perfectly with just a glance and a few simple hand signals.

The players near the enclosing wall orderly retreated, with Group B entering the factory building and then covering Group A’s retreat.

Seeing the survivors retreating from the enclosing wall, the Looters did not immediately pursue but cautiously sent a few men forward to scout the factory area.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Edge Shoveling gathered the two squads together and tallied the casualties.

Two ten-person squads, with Group A slightly better off, losing four men. Group B, which had fought with him earlier, fared worse, now down to only four members—a 60% casualty rate!

Even those who were alive were mostly injured.

Yet, despite this, not a single one was afraid!

"Twenty rounds of ammunition per person, let’s distribute the bullets evenly. Everyone take off your VM, gather them together; they have trackers, our people will find them for us."

After taking a deep breath, Edge Shoveling looked around at the players standing in front of him and spoke forcefully:

"This is our final defensive line!"

"Hold it!"

"Until the last man!"

In response, what came was a heightened—almost frantic—roar and shouts.

"Roar!"

"Auuuh!"

"To the last battle!"

Outside the factory, the Looters had already surrounded the area.

Edge Shoveling had the young guard lead the survivors inside the factory to retreat to the warehouse at the back.

The hundreds of square meters of space were cramped but still usable. Besides one big entrance_door, there was only a row of vents connecting to the outside.

If those outside successfully held off the Looters’ attack, everyone inside would survive.

If they failed...

Death was certain, as there was nowhere else to flee.

The transfer was quickly completed.

Still, ten survivors voluntarily stayed behind, picking up the only available pipe rifles and shotguns, ready to fight alongside them.

However, Edge Shoveling didn’t hold much hope for their combat effectiveness. After all, whether in terms of equipment or combat experience, they couldn’t compare to the cunning wolves outside.

Using the briefest language, Edge Shoveling had the Guard NPC lead them to hold the second line of defense to avoid any confusion from their inability to understand commands.

Quickly finishing all the arrangements, the footsteps and indistinct shouts outside drew closer.

Pulling the pins of their smoke grenades, Edge Shoveling and the other players threw them, spreading the grenades across the open space in the factory.

The factory quickly filled up with smoke.

Almost simultaneously, Looters armed with rifles charged in.

Edge Shoveling let out a furious roar, threw a lit Molotov cocktail, then grabbed the assault rifle hanging at his chest and leaned out from cover to open fire.

"Die, grandpa!"

...

Outside the factory.

Listening to the gunfire coming from the inside of the battery factory, Centurion River Beaver, who was in charge of the operation, felt exceptionally heavy-hearted.

This was supposed to be a textbook raid.

According to the plan, they were to finish the battle within five minutes, then spend twenty minutes packing up the spoils, and retreat before the enemy reinforcements could arrive.

However, nobody had anticipated...

That these survivors would hold them off for a whole half hour!

The original raid had turned into a brutal siege.

He couldn’t understand why these survivors were so tenacious. Even though he had left them two escape routes, they could have simply run either east or west.

Yet, they seemed to have never considered escaping, making many of his arrangements utterly useless.

What River Beaver couldn’t figure out the most was that he had already concentrated two armored pickup trucks and fifty members of his tribe, and had even breached the enclosing wall and entered the factory building.

But those people still did not surrender.

Even more so, the truly brutal fight had just begun!

A looter with a broken arm was moaning in pain as he was dragged out of the factory by his comrades.

Ignoring the expression twisted by agony on his face, River Beaver strode forward, grabbed him by the collar and demanded,

"What’s the situation inside? Why haven’t you dealt with them yet?"

The wounded man was in too much pain to speak.

The looter who dragged him out wasn’t severely injured, but his expression, one of utter shock, clearly showed he was terrified.

No matter how River Beaver asked, the only words that kept coming out of his mouth repeated over and over.

"Madmen! Those people are a pack of madmen!"

River Beaver furrowed his brow.

Around him, the ground was littered with moaning wounded.

More and more injured looters were being carried out of the factory.

people...

people...

Explosions and gunshots continued.

Despite their countless charges, they could not fully seize the factory.

The people inside fought like they were insane; it seemed like they were not afraid of death at all.

Even when shot multiple times, they would make sure to take someone down with them.

Having learned about the situation from one of his men, River Beaver felt a chill in his fingers and momentarily forgot to breathe.

What kind of monsters was he fighting against?

At that moment, a looter ran up from behind.

"Boss! Lord Gang Ya has ordered us to retreat!"

"Retreat?!"

River Beaver stared at him incredulously, his eyes bloodshot, "We’re about to break through! And now you’re telling me to retreat?"

The looter, who was grabbed by the collar, had a panic-stricken look on his face as he stammered,

"This is an order from Lord Gang Ya... Enemy reinforcements are approaching, and they will arrive in as soon as 10 minutes."

The raid had already failed.

Even if they managed to completely take over the factory, the remaining time would not be enough for them to retreat with the supplies without facing encirclement from the enemy’s main force.

An armored pickup truck, at least 27 bodies, countless injured... they had already suffered far too many casualties in this battle!

River Beaver gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up.

Even if they couldn’t take anything away, even if all they did was hang the intestines of those people on the wall, it would still make him feel slightly better than just retreating.

However, he quickly calmed down.

The tribe allowed failure, but not disobedience.

If he refused to follow orders, even if he took this place at a horrendous cost, a bullet would be waiting for him when he returned.

River Beaver clenched his teeth, looked towards the smoke-billowing factory and the chaotic open space in front of it.

Despite being utterly unwilling, he eventually gave the order.

"Retreat!"

...

Not long after that explosion.

Spring Water Commander received the mission to reinforce the battery factory, and immediately rushed over with his squad.

He was probably among the first reinforcements to arrive.

However, when he got there, he found that the battle had already ended.

His mood sank to the bottom, he muttered softly to his teammates, gesturing for them to spread out and approach.

"Hope we’re not too late..."

The factory area was filled with the smell of blood and burnt flesh.

Just stepping through the factory gates, Spring Water Commander soon saw a gruesome corpse not far from the entrance.

His forearm was missing the VM, presumably taken off and placed with his teammates’ gear, his lower half was nowhere to be found, but his expression was serene.

Unable to confirm his identity, Spring Water’s heart grew heavy, and he quickened his pace into the building.

Following the traces of battle into the warehouse at the back of the factory, he saw a bloodied man at the semi-open warehouse door.

His legs were gone, beneath the gore-soaked half of his trousers, you could even see the white bones, but he still held a rifle in his hands, one eye half-closed, the other unable to open, either scratched by a fragment or glued shut by blood.

For a moment, Spring Water couldn’t even recognize who it was, and quickly stepped forward.

"Brother, are you alright?"

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

There was no way he could be considered okay.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and saw that allies had arrived, Edge Shoveling chuckled.

"What could possibly be wrong... it’s just that the network connection is damn poor, I’ve been disconnected twice already."

"Wait a moment, I have some bandages—"

Edge Shoveling quickly stopped him.

"No! This is no small injury, using it would just be a waste!"

Spring Water Commander asked, "Then aren’t you going to save the game?"

"Ah, it’s all fleeting," Edge Shoveling sighed helplessly, "And I don’t think a bunch of bandages will get me back, you’d better find a place to help me..."

He was just about to ask Spring Water for a hand when suddenly, his gaze fell behind the seams of the warehouse door, only to see pairs of uneasy eyes staring straight at him.

This game sometimes gets too realistic.

Especially those NPCs, they’re just too lifelike.

It often made him inadvertently feel a misplaced sense of immersion.

Speaking of which...

Smoke filled the place everywhere.

It was exactly like a fire scene.

His Adam’s apple shifted, and Edge looked towards Spring Water.

"Let’s change our location."

Spring Water immediately understood his meaning and nodded gravely.

"Alright, I’ll lead you out."

Edge Shoveling swore playfully as he placed his hand on the exoskeleton.

"Don’t be so damn serious... damn, you make it look like I’m really gone."

Everyone is good brothers of fifty bucks.

In three days, he’d be a hero again.

Die sooner, respawn sooner.

If he hadn’t worried that the Looters hadn’t left yet, he would have gone down already.

...

Outpost Base.

Through the Hummingbird drone, Chu Guang could see the brutal scene inside the battery factory.

The survivors had evacuated from the building, and the retreat continued with the help of reinforcing players.

According to battle reports sent from the frontline, two squads totaling twenty players, responsible for the survivors’ evacuation plan at the battery factory, were all killed in action!

The Looters attacking the battery factory had five ten-man teams, and in addition, two armored pickup trucks mounted with fixed machine guns.

After dropping nearly thirty bodies, the Looters temporarily occupied the building but were soon heroically driven back by the players inside.

"They are truly warriors." Liuding held his breath and slowly said.

"Yes." Chu Guang, wearing power armor, nodded lightly, his eyes fixed on the tactical goggles, pondering something.

Liuding looked at Chu Guang and earnestly advised.

"Sir, their losses are severe; we should pursue them now while we have the advantage!"

"The Looters stationed at the Ecological Experiment Base are short on supplies. We only need to surround them on the high ground, and they will have to surrender within a week at most!"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Mm, it is indeed a good idea, but the other side is thinking the same."

Liuding was slightly stunned and didn’t catch on for a moment.

Chu Guang paused briefly, then continued.

"The Looters stationed at the Central State Aerospace Ecology Experimental Base are retreating, heading towards Tianshui City."

Just half a minute ago, Chu Guang received a report from the Bullhorse squad.

The Looters stationed at the Central Continent base began retreating north.

To be honest, this was within Chu Guang’s expectations; otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent the Bullhorse squad to take a look.

During the brief span of one day, morning and afternoon battles had directly reduced those Looters by twenty percent, not only failing to seize any supplies but also losing an armored pickup truck.

It’s a pity there wasn’t a fast-moving vehicle.

Otherwise, this would be a good time to pursue.

Chu Guang inwardly regretted.

However, it was fortunate that these Looters chose to withdraw, it likely meant no reinforcements were available in the near future.

They needed to regroup and devise a new invasion plan.

Meanwhile, his side could gain a little breathing room.

Hearing from the Manager that the group of Looters had retreated, Liuding’s face was filled with surprise and then a hint of joy appeared.

"They withdrew?! That’s great!"

Chu Guang gave him a look.

"Don’t celebrate too soon, we’ve only managed to pull one tooth from a wolf’s mouth, they will come back, and they are sure to return."

Battle was fought to open up space for development.

And the latter was the key to solving all problems.

A large influx of refugees was approaching, and their numbers were many times those of the drifters outside Long Endurance Farm.

Feeding, clothing, and providing shelter and warmth for these people would be major issues.

Only after the first batch of survivors were settled could the evacuation of the second batch begin.

There were lots of troubles waiting for Chu Guang to resolve.

Especially the most critical issue at present...

His "silver coins" were running low.

-

(I thought about it and decided to finish the plot section for better coherence; sorry for the slight delay, brothers.)

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