This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 224: The Correct Use of Anti-Aircraft Cannons

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: The Correct Use of Anti-Aircraft Cannons

The North Gate of Changjiu Farm.

Sudden gunfire burst out like firecrackers, bullets whistled chaotically through the night, and soaring flames tore through the cold night, like a short blare from hell.

"Advance—"

"Use your bayonets to rip open their guts! Sever their heads to make flasks!"

"Go slaughter!"

"Go loot!"

"Tear them apart!"

The night attack was discovered.

The Looters no longer hid.

Leading the charge was a short-haired man who pulled out a Centurion pistol, shouting wildly as he pulled the trigger.

Figures crawling in the snow rose one after another like jackals pouncing on prey, emitting banshee-like screams and launching a raid toward the north wall.

The fight was about to explode!

The guards on duty atop the concrete wall and in the towers, less than four in number, were caught off guard by the incoming bullets and paid the price of two bodies in the first exchange of fire.

The other two fared no better, pinned down behind cover by the whizzing bullets, unable to raise their heads.

An ear-piercing alarm sounded within the farm.

The stationed guard team immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed to their battle positions, as they had practiced countless times before.

Unlike those Hyenas hiding in the ruins, these Looters were not only well-trained but also equipped with Army weapons. Their firepower was extraordinarily fierce,

In addition to bolt-action Ripper Rifles, they were equipped with automatic weapons and even five or six light machine guns!

Even in the immediate aftermath of the outbreak of combat, Wrench bravely led his men onto the Enclosing wall, but faced with the assault of over a hundred Looters and the torrential incoming fire, they still felt immense pressure.

Without trenches to aid them, a mere wall could not hold back so many people.

A Looter ten-man squad, under the cover of rear firepower, was the first to cross the trenches buried in snow and reached within twenty meters of the Changjiu Farm wall.

"Molotov Cocktails!"

"Smash them!"

The short-haired man shouted loudly, and a dozen Looters behind him lit Molotov Cocktails and smashed them against the three-meter-high concrete wall.

With a whoosh, flames leapt into the air.

Although these Molotov Cocktails did not cause any substantial casualties to the guards on the wall, they still created considerable chaos.

This was a tactic commonly used by the Looters of the Wasteland.

Using Molotov Cocktails to create chaos, forcing the defenders to abandon their fired-up cover, thereby compressing the defenders’ tactical space and focusing on assaulting a vulnerable point in the defenses.

To some extent, the Looter’s offensive was effective.

More and more Molotov Cocktails were thrown onto the wall, which was segmented by flames. A young guard risked his life to climb the tower, replacing his fallen comrade, set up a light machine gun, and swept the outside of the wall. However, within a few seconds, he was taken down by a bullet shot from the darkness.

Flames burned on the tower.

"Fuck!"

Wrench, who was fighting on the wall, cursed loudly and threw a Wooden Handle grenade with the pin pulled out.

With a bang, snow sprayed high and a Looter was downed on the spot.

But in the face of that wave-like offensive, that grenade was like a stone thrown into the sea, doing nothing to stop the surging waves.

The Looter with a Submachine Gun rushed closer, removed a tube from his back, and fired an Iron Fist at the North Gate.

The thick Rocket blasted a big hole in the gate but did not break it open.

Seeing the gate remained unbroken, the Looters did not give up; they immediately rushed forward to place Dynamite.

The guards on the wall returned fire, taking down two approaching Looters, but were quickly suppressed by bullets shot from afar.

"There are too many of them!"

A wounded guard leaned against a concrete wall section, his arm covered in blood, and despite the pain, he yelled toward his captain not far away.

"Sir! They’re placing dynamite at the gate!"

"Can you hit them from there?"

"I tried... their firepower is too strong!"

Grinding his teeth, Wrench made a rapid decision and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone fall back!"

"Let these beasts come in and fight!"

Inside the North Gate of Changjiu Farm, right opposite a construction site, there were bricks buried in snow and an unfinished dormitory building.

The dormitory building was originally intended for housing refugees, but due to delays caused by the blizzard, it was only built up to the second floor, and the exterior of the third floor was only half complete.

It couldn’t be more suitable for use as cover!

As Wrench finished speaking, he lifted his Rifle and swept a burst outside the cover, drawing the machine gun fire over.

Seeing his comrades had retreated to the stairwell, he threw his last grenade and then, propelling his Exoskeleton, leapt down from the wall and chased after his comrades to regroup.

Almost at the same time the guards descended from the wall, an explosive boom came from the North Gate.

The blast wave and flames sent the gate flying out, along with the snow on the ground, scattered several meters away.

Seeing the gate breached, the Looters cheered and rushed in with their rifles.

It was also fortunate that the people on the wall retreated in time.

If they had been a bit slower and the Looters had flanked them, everyone on the wall would have ended up like birds on a tree, targeted from above.

Retreating to the inside of the apartment building, the guards finally had a moment to catch their breath.

Taking advantage of the Looters not yet fully bursting in, Wrench immediately organized the remaining thirty-some guards to set up a new defensive line around the apartment building.

Part of the force dispersed around the dormitory building, while another part set up machine guns at windows, engaging in intense crossfire with the Looters who had entered the farm.

Within less than ten minutes, the battle reached a fever pitch.

Both sides clashed fiercely around the North Wall of the farm, each suffering more than a dozen casualties, with tempers flaring.

The guards fought back fiercely against the brutal Looters, morale high.

However, the fact was that the Looters had an absolute advantage in numbers, equipment, and combat experience.

Many of them had followed the banner of Lion Tooth, fighting their way here from the central part of River Valley Province, and along the way, they had fought countless battles and destroyed innumerable villages.

The guards stationed here, many of which were new recruits just finished with their inspection, came from various backgrounds. Some were recruited from refugees, while others hailed from the surrounding Survivor Settlements.

Perhaps some of them had already been tested through fire and blood, but the vast majority were stepping onto the Battlefield for the first time.

This was no shooting practice in a trench.

The overwhelming murderous aura was suffocating, with fires burning right under their noses and the thick smell of Dynamite even reaching their throats.

In the chaos, only flickering flames were visible, and it was impossible to see where people were.

As more and more Looters crossed the North Gate, the guards had no choice but to keep shrinking the defensive lines until they were completely retreated into the dormitory building.

The outcome seemed to have lost all suspense.

If nothing unexpected happened, this battle would end in a matter of minutes.

Gray Wolf, holding a binoculars, glanced in the direction of Changjiu Farm and a sneer curled on his lips.

"A bunch of weaklings."

Victory came faster than he had imagined.

Originally hearing that Black Snake had been thwarted by these people twice, he had been prepared for a tough fight, so he had made a detailed plan, observing from outside for an entire day before ordering the raid tonight.

However, what he hadn’t expected was that when the fighting started, he realized he was facing a bunch of rookies who had never seen a Battlefield.

With the loss of less than ten men, his subordinates stormed in effortlessly, seizing both the Enclosing wall and the towers.

Was this an assault?

What a waste of expression!

The Hyena crawling at his feet was grinning with excitement, growling low in its throat, eyes shining with a bloodthirsty light.

It smelled death.

Looks like it was in for an extra meal tonight!

"...It’s too strange. I thought at least they had seventy or eighty men, but judging by the sound of gunfire, there seem to be no more than forty?"

The scout draped in white cloth spoke softly next to Gray Wolf, his eyes filled with confusion.

Though he had been a scout for some time and didn’t dare claim to guess exactly how many people were inside a camp, his extensive experiences rarely had an error exceeding one hundred percent.

Standing on the other side of Gray Wolf, a burly strong man didn’t hide the mockery on his face as he looked at the blazing Enclosing wall and clicked his tongue.

"And they’re all fresh new recruits. You see how they retreated, many must have pissed themselves in fear! Haha!"

His name was Wang Tuo, one of Gray Wolf’s trusted subordinates and also a Mercenary who had joined the Chewing Bone Tribe with Gray Wolf in the beginning.

Not only was his marksmanship top-notch, but he was also an Awakener!

Those muscle-bound scars were all proof of bravery.

Watching his brothers overwhelm the Enclosing wall, Wang Tuo rubbed his fists excitedly, turning to Gray Wolf.

"Boss, let me go too!"

If he was late, he wouldn’t even get a taste of the soup!

The five teams of ten positioned in the rear were originally to prevent the defending forces from surging out of the side gates, encircling behind them.

But now it seemed that the enemy didn’t even have enough manpower to fill the main battlefield, much less spare troops to encircle from behind, which would be tantamount to suicide.

It looked like the end was near.

Gray Wolf put down his binoculars and after calmly thinking for a moment, he issued an order.

"You take a team of ten, sneak along the eastern side to their southern flank, and don’t let them escape."

"Remember, wait until they come out of the door to shoot."

"And don’t kill them all; keep two alive. I have questions for them."

Chasing down fleeing soldiers?

This kind of work, feeding off the flesh, was something he was incredibly good at!

"Yes!"

Wang Tuo accepted the order excitedly and without another word, rushed down the slope to his men.

The group of ravenous wolves, already impatient, held their Bayonet-mounted rifles, looking eagerly towards the south, their eyes full of longing.

Looking at the group of brothers fierce like tigers and wolves, Wang Tuo shouted with excitement.

"Brothers, follow me up!"

"Don’t let our prey escape!"

...

Escape was impossible.

The Looters had surrounded the dormitory building, and the guards inside had no way out.

Nor did anyone plan to retreat.

They had already lost the North Gate.

If they lost this spot as well, there would be no reliable cover left to hold, and the Looters would completely occupy the entire farm.

This was the last line of defense!

After intense gunfire, the Looters had gained control of the dormitory building’s side stairs and thrown a grenade up.

Flames burst forth!

The gunshots above suddenly ceased, and right as the Looters by the stairs were about to storm up, gunshots suddenly erupted from the dark on the side.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!"

Si Si, who had rushed to the front from the back, fired towards the base of the dormitory wall while fiercely supplying sound effects with his mouth.

Bullets flew wildly, not caring where they hit.

Full-power bullets were frightening not just because of the sound of gunfire, but also the fragments and dust they kicked up hitting the walls.

The Looters, about to storm the upper floors, were startled by the sudden burst of gunfire from the darkness, thinking reinforcements had arrived, and they dared not continue their charge. They quickly sought cover on the spot, while lifting their weapons to return fire towards the source of the gunshots.

Bullets whizzed past, almost grazing Si Si in the chaos.

Si Si, quick-eyed and fast-handed, grabbed the guy who charged too fast and pulled him back.

At almost the same time, a dense hail of bullets rained down on the pile of red bricks in front of them, scattering broken brick debris all over the ground.

Pinned down by the machine gun fire, they couldn’t even raise their heads.

Tail, hugging her submachine gun and leaning against the cover behind her, grumbled resentfully.

"Damn it! If Tail’s bear were here!"

"Si Si thinks that would probably make things even worse," she replied.

After letting go of the collar she had been clutching on Tail’s back, Si Si glanced at the VM screen’s map, ready to contemplate a route of attack, her face suddenly showing a trace of surprise.

"Oops, how could I forget such an important thing."

Tail quickly turned to her.

"What’s wrong?"

Si Si pondered.

"It’s nothing, um... it doesn’t matter anymore, our reinforcements have arrived."

"Really?! That fast?"

"Look over there."

Seeing Tail’s surprised face, Si Si extended her hand and pointed to the building to the south, continuing, "Remember that place? That’s our save point."

Although there weren’t as many people here as at Outpost Base, those who came to Changjiu Farm to do quests in this weather were, at the very least, combat professional players if not heavyweight players.

At the same time, the frontline battle situation was reaching a critical point, inside the save point on the southern side of Changjiu Farm, over ninety sleep cabins flung open simultaneously.

Accompanied by the hissing sound of leaking air, faces peeked out one by one from the open cabin doors.

Roller Hair-Washing Machine: "F*ck, I was having lunch! Don’t the planners have any families???"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Hahaha, I was also eating! My family made dumplings, I just had a plate, and then I saw people calling for work in the group!"

I Max Black: "Hurry up! I only got halfway through my takeout! It cost me 20 bucks!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Where’s Spring Water? Dammit, Spring Water, hurry up and lead the team!"

Spring Water Commander, who was busy donning his exoskeleton, couldn’t help but retort upon hearing this.

"F*ck! Is that how you talk to your daddy?"

"Stop f*cking nagging," as he chambered his rifle, Battlefield Atmosphere Group rolled his eyes at him, "What’s the use of wearing that thing? You’ve never charged forward."

"You don’t know shit!" Spring Water cursed as he pulled his pants on and put on his shoes, "If I go down, are you going to lead?"

The gear was right next to the sleep cabins.

In half a minute, they were fully equipped; some players had already charged out while a small group assembled.

Quickly counting the number of team members, they formed two groups of ten, making twenty people. Spring Water Commander made a quick decision.

"Group A will follow Old Soldier to the frontline to reinforce the unfinished building’s NPCs. Group B will come with me, we’ll stick to the east wall and circle behind, aiming for the North Gate, to cut off their escape route!"

"Those bastards don’t play fair, using our own tactic of a night raid against us!"

"Let’s show them what real tactical maneuvering is!"

Morale soared among the people.

Especially I Max Black, who excitedly fired two shots into the ceiling.

"Oooh!"

"Let’s f*ck them up!"

...

One kilometer north of Changjiu Farm.

Listening to the continuous gunfire ahead, Gray Wolf took out his rust-stained pocket watch and glanced at it, frowning slightly.

It had been half an hour since they had taken the North Gate, and a bit of time since his ace, Wang Tuo, had departed.

The battle should have been over by now.

However, for some reason, the gunfire from the frontline was becoming more intense as time passed, with no sign of winding down.

Could it be that reinforcements had arrived?

Impossible...

From Qingquan City to here was at least 10 kilometers, and the snow on the roads could bury up to the knees; even if they had vehicles, they wouldn’t be much faster than on foot.

Even if they had responded at the first sign of attack, it would conservatively take an hour to get here from the city.

And this was assuming they even had someone to send over.

It’s not like people could just fall from heaven, right?

"Why isn’t it over yet?"

Gray Wolf had an ominous feeling in his heart, and his battlefield instincts told him that the ten squads that had breached the enclosing wall might have run into trouble.

He picked up his binoculars and glanced toward Changjiu Farm.

The concrete wall blocked the view; it was impossible to see from here what was happening inside.

Yet at that moment, several figures suddenly appeared in Gray Wolf’s field of vision. He saw them, panic-stricken, running out from the North Gate without choosing their path.

Gray Wolf was momentarily stunned.

When he recognized the faces and the equipment of those fleeing soldiers, his eyes bulged, nearly popping out of their sockets.

These deserters were none other than members of his own tribe.

"Boss, the situation at the frontline doesn’t look too good..."

Standing beside him, a scout swallowed nervously. He’d had a bad feeling since earlier but didn’t dare speak.

But now, that feeling was growing stronger.

"What are those idiots doing?"

Over a hundred men!

To be beaten down by a mere forty-some novices to such a dismal state!

Gray Wolf couldn’t help but swear under his breath, wishing he could chop off the heads of those Centurions who had led the teams and feed them to the dogs.

"Click..."

The hyena crouching at his feet suddenly bristled all over, its bared teeth issuing a low hiss.

The irritable Gray Wolf didn’t have the patience to soothe it, offhandedly placating it with a word.

"Just wait, you’ll get your food soon."

The hyena whined and tugged at his trouser leg, but being unable to get rid of its annoyance, Gray Wolf kicked the beast aside and walked over to his other four trusted men.

"Take your men up."

"And take out those two deserters while you’re at it."

"Yes!"

The four Centurions took the order, leading a group of eager Looters towards the North Gate of Changjiu Farm in a furious charge.

Gray Wolf pulled a signal gun from his chest and fired into the sky.

This signal gun was given to him personally by the Thousands of leaders Lion Tooth, instructing him to signal immediately after conquering the fortress, as reinforcements would arrive in batches.

Although it was a bit early now, he felt it was about that time.

That flickering phosphorescence flew in the sky, like a lamp lighting up the night.

Squinting, Gray Wolf looked towards Changjiu Farm. The two deserters were shot dead, and over forty men were now approaching the farm’s North Gate, ready to break through.

At that moment, however, two lights suddenly flared up in the night, coming from the east side of Changjiu Farm, drawing closer and closer.

The first to notice the anomaly, the scout nearby cried out in alarm.

"Boss! It’s a truck!"

Gray Wolf’s heart jumped, and he raised his binoculars to look in the direction of the lights, only to see a truck speeding across the snowy ground.

Wait—

Speeding?!

What was up with that speed?!

It wasn’t until the truck continued to bump and ride forward that Gray Wolf could finally see clearly. Beneath the chassis of that truck were not tires but two black... tracks?!

And it seemed the tracks were made of rubber?!

Gray Wolf’s face went through a whirl of changes.

Especially when he saw the object mounted on the rear bed of the truck, fear flashed through his eyes.

Four thick gun barrels joined together, pointed directly at the North Gate of Changjiu Farm, aiming at the Looters scaling the enclosing wall and the forty or so men who had reached the gate.

The truck came to a stop on a gentle slope.

The quadruple machine gun on the rear bed leveled out.

The next second—

Thick tongues of flame erupted!

Bang, bang, bang! The guns boomed across the snowy plains, and a series of orange tracer rounds, like lances piercing through the night, poured dozens of high-explosive bombs onto the snow-covered ground before the North Gate in just a few breaths.

There was no time to evade, no place to hide.

The over forty Looters who had reached the North Gate, like mosquitoes squashed against a wall, were torn apart in an instant. Their blood and flesh flew, and without even time to cry out, they were mowed down by the bombardment like wheat being harvested.

"No—!"

His pupils filled with blood, Gray Wolf’s eyes bulged, veins about to burst, and a desperate voice surged from his hoarse throat, as if his heart was bleeding out.

Those were his trusted men.

They were also the forces he had painstakingly amassed over several months!

And now—

Everything had turned into a fleeting dream.

The Looters who had occupied the enclosing wall were panicked by the sudden onslaught of fire and scrambled off the wall in disarray.

The tide of battle turned sharply.

A sudden burst of gunfire seemed like a final act of madness.

The focus of the battle was pushed back to the North Gate, with more and more deserters appearing, fleeing from the gate as if their wits were scared out of them.

However, that was just the beginning of their nightmare.

This lone fortress in the wilderness, surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow, even the trenches had been buried.

The quadruple machine gun mounted on the truck was obviously reloaded and ready.

A massacre awaited them!

Staring at the grim battle in the distance, Gray Wolf felt his throat had been stuffed with a block of ice, the bone-chilling cold and sense of helplessness involuntarily reminding him of the purgatory he had witnessed in the north.

Standing by his side, the scout was trembling all over, stammering.

"Boss... do we... keep fighting?"

Keep fighting?

With what?

A bitter look came over Gray Wolf’s face as he looked toward the northwest—the Elm District about nine kilometers away from here.

That was probably his only way out.

The dense forest was impassable to vehicles; if he could get through those woods, he might have a chance to return to Far Creek Town in the north and regroup with the main forces...

But what then?

Looking at the slowly falling signal flares in the sky, Gray Wolf turned to the scout beside him.

"Head northwest, go through the forest and you’ll make it back."

The scout paused.

"And what about you?"

Gray Wolf glanced toward the south.

"I’ll cover your retreat."

-

(Today, there’s only one Chapter, just finished a section of the plot, the second Chapter really didn’t come together, otherwise it would be a perfect cliffhanger... people with clumsy hands are going to cry.)