This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 290: The First Battle Between the Jungle Corps and the Burning Corps!

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: The First Battle Between the Jungle Corps and the Burning Corps!

"Roar—!"

A long howl pierced through the jungle sky.

Clad in steel armor, Looter leapt down from a half-collapsed building, kicking up dust several meters high, and then, like a cannonball, he plunged into the jungle.

The earth seemed to tremble!

He needed no mechanical aid, the dark green scales covering his muscles were the strongest engines!

And the jungle—

Was his domain!

The oppressive aura from a superior Variant instilled an instinctual fear in the iron-backed apes hanging from the tree branches.

Especially when the blade, glinting with cold light, swept through, claiming several lives within moments, the terrified apes scattered in panic.

Those perched atop the building, Night Ten’s men, were dumbstruck.

"Holy shit! A hidden skill?!"

Fang Chang touched his nose, mumbling.

"Battle Roar, with added fear debuff, effective against lower Variants?"

It was natural for the lower tiers on the food chain, potential prey for the Death Claw, to feel terrified.

As for whether it worked on humans...

That depended on how many were there and what equipment they had.

Quit smoking: "Awesome!"

Old White loaded his light machine gun and grinned.

"Let’s go, don’t let Looter finish off all the creatures by himself. Night Ten will stay here for cover, everyone else follow me!"

Last time he had brought a rifle with only five magazines; this time, he’d hooked up a whopping eight hundred rounds of ammunition to his exoskeleton!

It was finally time for some action!

The players excitedly raised their guns.

"Aw, aw, aw!"

Following Looter’s landing was the Jungle Corps led by Midnight Chicken Killing, ten KV-1s stomping on the shattered concrete ground and charging toward the dense forest ahead.

Nine light machine guns unleashed their firepower simultaneously, a hailstorm of bullets poured into the forest ahead.

Midnight Chicken Killing, with a short axe in one hand, cleaved an iron-backed ape rushing towards him in two, then with a pump of his shotgun, he blasted another monkey’s chest open, spraying blood and flesh everywhere.

In Far Creek Town’s jungle, they had leveled up at least five times; no one knew how to combat in forest terrain better than the fierce men of the Jungle Corps.

The line of ten heavy KV-1 exoskeletons cleaved a bloody path through the forest like a steel axe.

The Burning Corps swiftly followed up.

The initial bombardment from the mortars had already left the iron-backed apes trembling in the forest. Had it not been for the Mind Interference Instrument, they would likely have abandoned their nests in a panic long ago.

The call from the depths of their minds grew stronger, eyes gradually tinted with red. The iron-backed apes, which had been retreating in fear, seemed to dive into madness, steadying their collapsing ranks and surging forward wave after wave.

Bows and javelins greeted the players, mixed with Molotov Cocktails and homemade grenades.

Aside from thrown objects, some apes, armed with short knives, steel rods, and nail hammers, fiercely charged at the ten hulks of the Jungle Corps. They clung to the KV-1 armor, wildly slashing and smashing.

However—

They had clearly picked the wrong opponent.

Among the several corps in the New Alliance, only Brother Chicken’s Jungle Corps consisted entirely of strength-type players—sturdy men all.

Moreover, each of them standing here was an "Old Soldier," battle-hardened. How could they be tripped up by these petty tricks?

The muscular men, caught in close combat, were not panicked at all but brandished their short axes.

At that moment, the animals that had lunged at them finally understood the pure terror of facing strength-type players + exoskeletons in close-quarters combat!

The swinging axe blades were like the blades of a meat grinder, and the iron-backed apes that jumped in close were instantly killed or wounded!

The ground was covered in blood and monkey hair!

"These monkeys are tougher than we anticipated."

Standing behind Old White, Fang Chang calmly changed his magazine and supported his comrades involved in close combat with his small-caliber submachine gun.

However...

Seeing their excited looks, was his help a bit superfluous?

Old White looked up at the sky obscured by leaves and joked,

"Let Mosquito take over, so this guy won’t later complain that we didn’t give him a chance."

"Hehe, here I come!"

Standing in the front row, Quit Smoking excitedly pulled a paper tube the size of a can from the front of his KV-1 exoskeleton, ripped open the pull-tab, and fiercely threw it forward.

The paper tube hit the middle of the monkey crowd, releasing a burst of fire and quickly emitting a large amount of red smoke. The monkeys clearly didn’t take it seriously, continuing to shriek and shoot cold arrows and Molotov cocktails at the players.

However, just then, a piercing screech suddenly filled the air.

"Hahahaha—Fries! Your Grandpa Mosquito is here!" Mosquito, his mouth full of wind, excitedly pressed the trigger on the control stick.

Before the monkeys could react, a hail of bullets fell from the sky, accompanied by the whooshing sounds as they passed through the trees. Iron-backed ape archers hiding in the branches were instantly killed or wounded, falling from the trees like dumplings.

"The 7mm gun barrels spewed tongues of flame," Mosquito, not yet fully satisfied, clicked his tongue.

The firepower of these little pipes was indeed too weak!

If only it were a 20mm cannon!

Releasing his finger from the trigger, Mosquito aimed the crosshair engraved on the windshield at the cluster of red smoke, disengaged the safety, and pressed the bomb release button.

One hundred meters!

The two half-meter-long cylinders suspended under the wings detached from the aircraft, lightening its load. At the same time, Mosquito sharply pulled up on the control stick.

The plane roared over the treetops.

The cylinders, set with delayed fuses, exploded with a thunderous roar upon contact with the treetops, igniting a claret-red blaze.

Streams of thick smoke plummeted down, the flames poured into the forest like a waterfall, and in an instant, a sea of fire spread throughout the jungle.

The scorching smoke and heatwaves rose, even distorting the air.

The monkey troop, which a second ago had been ravaged by machine-gun fire, was now engulfed in a sea of fire.

The iron-backed apes, touched by the Mars, struggled desperately and emitted pitiful screams in the sea of fire, but it was completely futile.

The fire grew larger.

Soon, it completely enveloped them.

Until they turned into charred corpses on the ground.

Standing by the window and witnessing this scene, Tus’s eyes filled with fear, his body hair stood on end, and he trembled uncontrollably.

An airplane?!

He was certain.

These people had come from "North Suburb."

"Boss, what should we do..." Kun Ke, shivering, looked at the leader.

These people were too fierce.

Their ragtag group was clearly no match for them!

Even taking Power Pills was useless.

Tus was, of course, aware of this. He had a realistic view of his junkie followers’ combat power since he was no good either.

However.

If it meant giving up the wealth he held, he would rather die!

Tus clenched his teeth, his mind made up.

"Bring that Sun Zewen in the Blue Jacket to me!"

Hearing the boss’s command, Kun Ke quickly nodded, scrambled out the door, and soon brought the person Tus wanted.

"Boss, I’ve brought the man."

The old man, with disheveled hair and clothes, showed a face full of raw fear and looked tremulously at the villain before him.

Tus looked at Kun Ke and ordered.

"Go guard by the cells, don’t let the Blue Jackets break through!"

"Yes, yes!" Leaving the man behind, Kun Ke didn’t dare linger, promptly nodded to follow the order, and then rushed out the door again.

Tus watched the door close, reached out, grabbed the old man’s collar, and rudely pulled him to his face, spitting as he shouted.

"I don’t care what you do, get that whatever field’s frequency to a level that can also affect people’s brains! Immediately! Right now! Quick!"

Sun Zewen, whose collar was grabbed, widened his eyes, almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Have you gone mad?! You’re human too!"

Tus wasted no words, pulled out a revolver, and held it against the old man’s head, threatening word by word.

"Do as I say, or I’ll blow a hole in your forehead right now!"

The old man’s Adam’s apple moved, and his pupils filled with fear.

Faced with the threat of death, the old man eventually shakily nodded, his voice filled with despair.

"I’ll do it..."

"Take me to the control room."

...

Pupils reflecting roaring flames, Old White’s face slowly showed surprise.

"Fuel added with aluminum soap thickener... this guy is really going overboard."

Quit Smoking was dumbfounded, with only two words left in his mouth.

"Fuck..."

Then, the voice of Mosquito came through the communication channel.

Even though the guy’s mouth was full of wind, everyone could hear the pride in his tone.

"Brothers, the rest is up to you...oh, I deliberately drifted south by thirty meters, hopefully didn’t hit our own troops, right?"

Fang Chang: "No, well done!"

Mosquito: "Heh heh, thanks for the praise! I’m out...shit, I’ve never landed this thing before, hope nothing goes wrong."

Everyone: "..."

The sound of the propeller gradually faded.

The battle had ended.

The nearby iron-backed gibbons were probably all slain by them, no new ones came charging.

Midnight Chicken Killing swung his axe to shake off the blood, looked up at the sea of fire ahead, and observed the approaching allied troops.

"Leaving it as is okay?"

Wild Wind glanced ahead, nodded, then shook his head.

"Don’t worry, the terrain here is complex, sufficiently moist, and there’s no wind. It might burn an area, but won’t spread too far."

Midnight Chicken Killing nodded, remaining silent.

Garbage Lord, wiping the blood off his steel claws, looked up towards the giant dome-shaped building ahead, his amber pupils alight with excitement.

Those monkeys were too weak, killing them was like mowing the lawn.

Hoping to find a worthy opponent ahead!

The group prepared to move forward.

However, just then, Midnight Chicken Killing suddenly furrowed his brow, leaning back slightly with a hand on his forehead.

Garbage Lord noticed his uneasy demeanor and asked.

"Brother, what’s wrong?"

"Felt dizzy for a second, probably just server fluctuations... It’s okay." Midnight Chicken Killing shook his head, muttering, "My imagination or what? There’s singing in my head."

"No, I heard it too, but it’s not singing, more like the noise of electricity... This probably isn’t just server fluctuation."

Old White also furrowed his brow, looking towards the Jungle Corps members, seeing everyone appearing somewhat dazed.

"I’m still fine...feeling a bit uncomfortable, but not dazed," Fang Chang, rubbing between his brows, suddenly realized something and quickly looked at Wild Wind.

The latter appeared to realize as well, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"I feel nothing... could it be related to the intelligence attribute?"

Strength-type intelligence attributes are inherently weak, starting at 3 points, usually reaching 5 after awakening—equivalent to a normal adult.

Whereas Agility, Perception, and Constitution, intelligence attributes start mostly at 5, rarely at 4, and after awakening, they generally reach 7.

Wild Wind himself is currently the highest level Intelligence System player on the server, his intelligence attribute over 20, according to the game’s settings, his character’s brain cell activity amounts to four times that of a normal adult.

After a rational analysis...

Perhaps it is some kind of mental shock DEBUFF, based on intelligence attribute level to determine damage?

Garbage Lord looked confused.

"What are you guys exactly talking about? What daze... I don’t feel it."

Fang Chang and Wild Wind exchanged glances.

"Garbage Jun didn’t respond, so I guess this thing only targets specific species... Infrasound? Electromagnetic waves? Or... something else."

Fang Chang said, "So you changed the target to humans? No wonder the monkeys didn’t retreat."

"Yeah... But humans are clearly more intelligent than monkeys; it won’t be that easy to control them," Wild Wind said, gently touching his nose. "However, I’m curious, does this influence not affect the Looters themselves in that building?"

Fang Chang replied, "Not sure, let’s summarize. The opponent must possess some kind of regional ability that applies a mental haze debuff to specific life forms within the target area—"

"Enough with the summaries."

Midnight Chicken Killing grumbled irritably and viciously chopped the tree trunk with his axe, then turned to look at the players from the Jungle Corps.

"Brothers, let’s smash them! Make that damn noise stop!"

"Kill!"

The burly men wearing the KV-1 Exoskeletons flashed their axes, following Midnight Chicken Killing’s lead with a murderous aura as they charged toward the ecological park.

Watching the Jungle men charge towards the dome, the crowd from the Cow and Horse groups was slightly stunned.

That was way too reckless.

Fang Chang looked at Old White.

"We should hurry up and follow... Old White, do you want to fall back first?"

Old White shook his head.

"No need; it’s just a minor influence, not a big problem."

Tomato and Eggs nervously stepped half a step aside.

"Damn, you guys are jinxing it and it’s freaking me out."

Old White cracked a smile and slung the light machine gun over his shoulder.

"Scared of what? Just do it and it’ll be fine!"

"Aw, aw, aw!"

Completely unaffected by the DEBUFF, Garbage Jun excitedly howled and chased after the footsteps of the Jungle Corps, afraid of arriving too late and missing even a sip of the broth.

In reality, there was no FLAG at all.

The ecological park was indeed home to a group of Looters, who at the moment were like madmen, their eyes blood-red, killing anyone they saw.

Regardless of friend or foe!

Close combat ensued.

Bullets whistled chaotically through the corridors and stairwells.

Storming the building was not the strength of the Jungle Corps, but the front armor of the KV-1 Exoskeleton was tough enough.

The Looters were using lead bullets, which, although maximally damaging, relied on the premise that they could penetrate the welded steel plates of the exoskeleton.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Midnight Chicken Killing no longer held back and decisively issued the order to annihilate the Looters to his squad members.

Garbage Jun was even quicker, his two steel claws swift as lightning, creating a bloody mess in the narrow corridors.

From the first floor to the second, the scene was extremely gory with limbs and body parts scattered everywhere.

Fang Chang and Wild Wind, armed with submachine guns, did not join Garbage Jun but quickly moved deeper into the first floor of the ecological park.

According to the map, this area was the exhibition zone of the park, but now the transparent cages housed not animals but slaves bred by the Looters.

Inside the largest cage, tables were laid out, and the ground was littered with a host of people.

From their gaunt, barely clothed appearances, their identities were not hard to discern.

Beside them on those tables lay numerous bottles and pill-splitting tools.

Clearly.

Just before the players assaulted this place, they were under the Looters’ surveillance, laboring over the workbenches, vigorously rolling pills.

"Damn, even the cells were converted to cubicles."

That’s just inhuman!

Quit Smoking clicked his tongue and was about to step forward, but just then, a Looter hiding in the shadows suddenly charged out like a madman, wielding a pipe rifle.

"Ah ah ah! Die!"

The man had only one eye left, the other pupil blood-red, his appearance crazed as if possessed.

Fang Chang proficiently activated Bullet Time, turned the gun towards the man the moment he showed his face, and pulled the trigger.

Pop, pop, pop—!

The Looter was instantly riddled with bullets.

The casings clinked as they fell to the ground.

Fang Chang pressed down on the smoking barrel of the gun, patted Quit Smoking on the arm, walked to the entrance of the cell, lifted the latch, and pushed open the heavy iron door.

A rotten, fishy smell hit them in the face.

This place, perennially without ventilation, sunlight, or cleaning, smelt as foul as a cesspit; it was hard to imagine what quality the pills made in such an environment could be.

At that moment, a slave with a face covered in wrinkles slightly lifted his eyelids, saw Fang Chang standing at the door, and weakly reached out his hand.

"Save us..."

"Please, help us..." he recognized their identities by the blue jacket Fang Chang wore.

Fang Chang somewhat understood what the old man on the ground was saying, but he remained vigilant as he watched him speak in the non-standard United Human language.

"Where are the Looters?"

The old man probably didn’t understand, or maybe he did, but his consciousness wasn’t clear.

He continually muttered.

"Stop them... quick..."

Stop?

Fang Chang frowned, feeling a slight headache growing clearer.

Just then, the mental pressure that had been on his head suddenly eased, like clouds dispersed by the wind, gone without a trace.

And the old man in front of him seeking help also suddenly dropped his raised arm to the ground, plunging into unconsciousness.

"What just happened?" Old White, standing outside the cell, looked around with an expression of surprise.

For a moment there, his headache felt explosive, but it quickly dissipated.

Was the Debuff gone?

Tomato and Eggs and Quit Smoking looked equally baffled beside him.

"I don’t know..."

Just then, a broadcast sounded overhead.

That raspy voice and excited shouting could only be from Garbage Jun.

"Brothers! Are you all okay?"

"Boss has been controlled by me!"

"If your heads are still hurting, just tell this big brother, and I’ll twist his head off!"

...

Outside Changjiu Farm, on a crudely leveled open space, a wooden glider gradually descended, approaching the runway.

The landing gear violently collided with the ground several times, nearly flipping the aircraft over, but it eventually came to a rough halt.

The most surprised were undoubtedly Mosquito’s subordinates.

Their eyes were wide open.

"Fuck? This thing actually came down?"

Soul Chaser and Kill God were utterly impressed.

"Holy shit!"

"Awesome!!!"

Discourage was silent for a while, then sighed with emotion.

"It’s really awesome that it didn’t fall apart."

Though he designed the motor and battery group, if he remembered correctly... his specialty was supposed to be building quadcopter drones.

They should indeed be able to fly.

But he had never thought that Mosquito could actually fly this wreck back.

Climbing out of the open cockpit, with his hair blown into a mess, Mosquito hugged his subordinates, shouting excitedly.

"Hahaha!"

"I did it! I came back alive!"

It was too thrilling!

Landing was even more thrilling than dropping bombs.

Especially at the moment of touchdown, he felt the plane trembled wildly as if cramping, and he thought he’d have to be on death observation in the Forum for three days again.

Standing not far away, watching, Chu Guang also wore a surprised expression.

Being able to fly was nothing special.

But managing to land, that really set one apart.

"...The agile system’s answer turns out to be flying a plane."

Chu Guang pondered for a moment, felt that it was necessary to encourage Mosquito Brother, so he moved his index finger and sent him an achievement notification.

[Unlocked Achievement: First Soar!]

[Unlock Condition: Successfully take off and safely land for the first time!]

Just flying up didn’t count.

Being able to safely land was what made it a complete flight.

Mosquito, receiving the achievement reward, danced with excitement.

In the game, achievements, like medals, could be displayed highlighted on the Forum. In other words, they were something to show off.

Successfully flying back and even getting an achievement?!

What an unexpected delight!

"Damn! There’s an achievement?!"

Soul Chaser was also shocked.

"Fucking hell?! You can unlock achievements for this?"

Soul Chaser: "Good buddy! Let me fly it once too!"

Mosquito quickly shielded his plane.

"Scram, scram, scram, damn... do you guys know how many silver coins it takes to build something like this?! Wait until I make a reduced version for you to practice first!"

Discourage: "Fuck! Do you have to be so stingy?"

Death Claw: "Exactly! At least half of this plane is built by us, right?"

Regardless of what his apprentices said, Mosquito wouldn’t let them get on.

But stingy as he was, in the end, Mosquito was a decent person, promising to provide materials to create two training planes costing less than 1000 silver coins each for them to play with.

Watching the lively younger players, Chu Guang’s face broke into a pleased smile.

A freeloading achievement made them so happy.

They were really easy to please.

"Master!"

Xiao Qi’s voice came through the communication channel.

Chu Guang turned his gaze away from the distant "airport" and lightly tapped the side of his helmet.

"What’s up?"

"Your players have successfully taken control of Qingquan City’s Third Ecological Park."

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well done."

He wasn’t surprised by the players’ efficiency.

After all, they were players from the T0 and T1 tiers of the server, not only were they powerful individuals, battle-hardened, but also worked harmoniously together.

A few monkeys wouldn’t give them a headache.

Xiao Qi continued.

"And also, according to the intelligence feedback from your players, the ecological park is not an uninhabited relic; it hides a hidden Looter den housing about fifty Looters. The local Looters seem to have used some technical method to control the nearby Ironback Apes to collect brain mushrooms used for making drugs—"

"They have that technology?!" Chu Guang’s face revealed a surprised expression.

Of course, what surprised Chu Guang more was that this group of Looters had used this technology to pick mushrooms.

"Hmm, besides, your players also rescued 117 slaves from the Looters, most of whom were used as labor for making drugs... some of these people are residents from the shelter."

Residents from the shelter?

Realizing the importance of this matter, Chu Guang’s expression became serious.

"Have the Burning Corps and Jungle Corps stay put, assist the rescued slaves, and keep a close watch on those Looter captives."

"Also, have Yin Fang and Heya wait for me at the north gate of the Park."

Xiao Qi replied energetically.

"Yes, master!"

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