This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 307: Fire at The Coordinates of Lao Zi!

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Fire at The Coordinates of Lao Zi!

"Who says only those standing in the light can be heroes?"

Humming a tuneless song, the obese rat shook the iron can in its hand, pouring fuel onto the deserted rooftop, toned toned toned.

Since unlocking the "Hidden Profession" and becoming the razor under the cloak of the Manager, Difficult for the Strong felt rejuvenated, as if he had found his purpose once again.

Indeed, compared to showing off on the front lines, causing trouble in unseen places suited his gaming style better.

Who cares if no one knows?

It’s enough that the Manager knows.

After realizing this, Difficult for the Strong felt that at least half of the credit for the rat plague in West State City belonged to him.

"Human stuff, Die! Die!"

Cackling wickedly, he shook the fuel can in his hand until the last drop of fuel was gone.

Having completed all this, he straightened up, looked around to see if anyone had noticed him, and quickly slipped away from the rooftop following the safe route scouted out by his minions.

A group of mutant rats with iron cans strapped to their backs excitedly followed behind.

These iron cans on their backs, of course, were not made by Difficult for the Strong himself but were instead dropped by Mosquito Brother in the jungle three kilometers outside of Qing Shi County at night, and he had gone there to retrieve them based on the marks on VM.

The cans, tied together with rope and filled with biomass fuel thickened and intensified with additives, fell with parachutes.

Although many cans were ripped by tree branches or simply smashed and leaked on the ground, the vast majority survived.

In a month and a half, relying on his familiarity with the terrain and his compact physique, Difficult for the Strong continuously transported more than 2100 iron cans to the hiding spots in Qing Shi County, carrying nearly 11.2 tons of mixed fuel!

And last night, while everyone was offline, he received the mission to dump the thickened fuel on the rooftops at the weaker defensive sectors on the north side of the Looter.

The attack on Qing Shi County was to commence at dawn, and he knew this news earlier than any player.

With the help of his minions, Difficult for the Strong had already completed most of his mission.

Although these rat minions were a bit dumb and couldn’t handle dumping the fuel themselves, they could at least understand the "follow the boss" command.

In fact, they had no idea what Difficult for the Strong wanted to do or what use the smelly, viscous liquid had, but moving as a group excited them immensely.

Even the humans who could crush them with a footstep would reflexively panic at their sight.

This made them feel as if they had conquered the city.

And the fattest one who had gathered them—it was their king!

...

"What’s that smell?"

North side of Qing Shi County.

The half-collapsed five-story roof was packed with logs and concrete, and the battered buildings were tightly stuffed with trash from the wasteland, leaving only a water-cooled light machine gun mounted in a narrow firing slot.

Standing at the entrance to the machine gun bunker, Black Wind sniffed and murmured with a frown.

"Why does it smell so bad!"

From the start, he had noticed a strange odor.

Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who had smelled it.

Feng Si, crouching by the machine gun, also wrinkled his nose.

"Hiss... I smell it too."

This was the outpost on the north side of Qingstone County.

Not far from them was the only road leading to West State City from Qingstone County—although it could hardly be called a road anymore due to its dilapidation.

Their strategist, Bernie, must have had a grudge against trees in his past life, as he had been mobilizing them to cut trees and fortify bunkers for months.

Not only had they deployed a massive amount of firepower on the side closest to Far Creek Town, but they had also engaged in civil engineering near West State City to the north.

He even suggested to Lord Lion Tooth that they allocate about a hundred slaves to repair the tattered road.

According to the strategist, land is dead, people are alive, the enemy might not attack from the closest position, they might detour to their flank or even rear. Solid defenses and open supply lines could help them gain more initiative on the battlefield.

However, to tell the truth, Black Wind doubted whether the enemy really had the guts to come to them.

They had an entire thousand-team stationed here, and the equipment they took over from the army was not limited to a few rifles but also included more than ten 100mm artillery guns and trucks for towing artillery.

Not only that, tens of thousands were stationed behind them in West State City. Should they be attacked here, a massive reinforcement could reach the frontline within a day at the latest.

Nevertheless, that faint stench always kept Black Wind uneasy.

"I’m going out to take a look."

Leaving this statement behind, he casually picked up the "Opener" rifle leaning against the door and followed the pungent smell.

He walked downstairs to the street.

A breeze happened to brush against his face.

Judging that the smell came from the rooftop of the building next door, Black Wind cautiously chambered his rifle and approached carefully.

He lowered his steps as he climbed the stairs.

However, when he reached the rooftop and pushed open the half-closed door, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

There was a fat rat, standing about half a man’s height, humming an out-of-tune song while shaking a tin can up and down, splattering the dark fuel everywhere.

The scene was utterly terrifying.

The rat not only spoke human language but was even singing.

That absurd scene made Black Wind doubt if he was hallucinating; he stood stunned on the spot, even forgetting his actions.

The fat rat did not notice him.

However, the "little rats" surrounding the fat rat immediately noticed the unexpected visitor, baring their fangs and hissing fiercely at him.

Difficult for the Strong noticed the commotion behind him, turned around, his round eyes meeting the gaze of the looter at the door.

A smile that he thought would ease the awkwardness appeared on his face, and the rat, without hesitation, threw away the tin can and swiftly drew the pistol strapped to his waistband.

However, that looter was clearly not to be trifled with, as he quickly recovered from his surprise and even faster than Difficult for the Strong, he pulled the trigger.

Bang—!

The gunshot rang out on the rooftop.

Difficult for the Strong grunted, his chest pierced by a rifle bullet, and he fell backward next to the rusted water tank.

But this shot did not deprive him of his ability to fight; he aimed his pistol at the entrance of the rooftop and fired three shots, forcing the looter who was about to rush up, back down.

Bullets whizzed just above his head, and Black Wind felt his body hair stand on end, completely unable to understand what was happening.

A mutant rat half his height was horrifying enough, and it not only spoke human words but was also pouring fuel on the ground?!

Even pulling out a pistol and shooting at him?!

He hadn’t used any drugs last night!

At that moment, a teammate from the neighboring building must have heard the gunfire and yelled over.

"Brother, what’s happening over there!?"

While shooting at the fat rat hiding behind the cover, Black Wind shouted back in terror.

"A rat! A half-human-high rat! Damn! It’s actually firing at me!"

"Rat?!"

His teammate was obviously taken off guard and fell silent for a moment.

Knowing he couldn’t explain everything, Black Wind gritted his teeth and continued shooting, hoping the patrol would hear the gunfire and come to support him quickly.

Although the rat didn’t have the "Matching Hands and Feet" DEBUFF, using human weapons was still somewhat awkward for it.

Feeling death approach as his life swiftly drained away, Difficult for the strong sensed his blood gushing out with every breath from his belly.

"Damn! This Constitution attribute isn’t helping at all, damn it!"

"Forget it, my respawn CD is only 24 hours anyway..."

After firing the last bullet in his magazine, Difficult made a harsh decision, dropped the unstable pistol, and trembled as he fetched a matchbox.

A small flame flickered at his fingertips.

It was a weak flame.

However, at the sight of that flicker of light, whether it was the trembling rat underlings nearby or the looters crouched at the hallway entrance, all displayed ghost-hitting levels of terror on their faces.

"No!" Black Wind screamed in alarm.

But the fat rat had already thrown the match onto the ground, rising into sharp laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha! Human stuff—"

"Die!"

The fire roared to life, engulfing the fat rat completely.

Standing amidst the flames, screaming shrilly, Difficult had emerged like a demon from hell, and the raging blaze next to him instantly turned the entire rooftop into a purgatory.

The surging flames followed the fuel on the ground and the damp tracks left by the rats, quickly spreading and igniting every iron can on the rats’ backs.

The flaming rats screamed and struggled crazily, leaping and running away. Before they were burned to death, they spread the flames toward nearby buildings.

The constant gunfire and billowing smoke soon drew the attention of a nearby patrol, and a ten—person team rapidly came to assist.

Black Wind, clutching his rifle, fled awkwardly from the smoke just as he bumped into a Centurion who grabbed him by the collar.

"What’s going on with this fire!"

Faced with that murderous gaze, Black Wind stuttered.

"A rat, a half-human-high rat, it was pouring fuel upstairs, and after I spotted it, it lit the match..."

Hearing this disjointed narrative, the Centurion was taken aback, then shouted furiously.

"Do you think I’m stupid?!"

This wasn’t the time for talking.

The Centurion released Black Wind’s collar, ordered his men to watch the suspected arsonist, and directed the others to immediately extinguish the fire.

Qing Shi County had no lakes or rivers, so their water supply was mainly dependent on purified rainwater and several wells. If they allowed the fire to continue to spread, the entire southern part of Qing Shi County could become a blaze!

However, at that moment, the sky suddenly squealed.

Before the Centurion could process what was happening, a torrent of bullets roared in, shattering the concrete pavement underfoot into rubble!

Cement fragments thrown by the bullets wreaked havoc on the street corner, and a broken concrete wall was directly bombed into a skeletal frame of steel.

Black Wind, who had timely thrown himself to the ground, narrowly avoided the disaster. However, his buddy beside him wasn’t so lucky—he lost half of his body to three 10mm cannon rounds!

Looking up at the "Sky Fire" descending from heaven, the rats that had survived the fire now halted their escape.

In their eyes, the flames falling from the sky were their leader’s masterstroke, and those invincible humans were fleeing in all directions under the might of the Big Horn Rat.

They didn’t feel betrayed by their leader at all; the fear in their eyes turned into admiration.

Too cool!

...

The roar of the cannon faded.

With his eardrums nearly shattered, Black Wind struggled to climb out from the rubble.

But what entered his sights froze his breath in the aftermath.

The Centurion who had grabbed his collar had been turned into mincemeat by the barrage from above. Several of his looter companions were also killed instantly under the machine gun fire.

Near Black Wind, a looter with a rifle lay on the ground, his lower half a bloody mess, his mouth only emitting unintelligible whimpers and wails.

Limbs and body parts were strewn everywhere.

And all of this happened in just the blink of an eye.

Fear reflected in Black Wind’s eyes, the rifle in his hands trembling uncontrollably, his legs involuntarily shaking.

Sparks continually fell from the burning rooftop, the fire already spreading to the streets below. A booming explosion echoed from afar.

It was unclear whether an ammunition depot ignited by the great fire exploded or a bomb was dropped from a plane.

Black Wind raised his head, gazing blankly into the sky.

Planes circled like mosquitoes, spitting fire from their noses, strafing around the conflagration.

With each dive, countless lives were reaped.

"... Devil."

Talking rats, fiery flying crosses, and those ghostly shrieks...

All of this seemed very much like him

Muttering in terror, Black Wind didn’t even have time to ponder who their enemy was before he moved his lead—weighted legs toward the direction of the Machine Gun Bunker.

Not far on a nearby rooftop, a water—cooled machine gun spat flames, frantically strafing the sky, venting its futile fire.

Not long after, a fighter plane roared past above the fire point and immediately a rocket smashed straight into the building, spewing flames.

The explosion sent a fiery blaze into the sky.

The scorching shock wave and the chest of Black Wind collided in full, blowing him away as he was about to go and support his teammates.

When he wiped the blood and debris from his face and struggled to climb out of the debris, the five-story building nearby, equipped with a machine gun bunker, had been reduced to three and a half stories.

And the machine gun bunker, built of concrete and logs, was blown up without a trace left.

Witnessing everything before him, Black Wind could no longer contain the fear in his heart and ran out like mad. He didn’t know where to go; he just wanted to be a bit farther from that street.

And a similar scene

was unfolding everywhere in Qing Shi County with the arrival of the goblin legion combat aircraft group...

"Free fire!"

"Repeat, free fire!"

Bullets whizzed past behind him and, thrilled with the surge of adrenaline, Mosquito shouted loudly as he maneuvered the control stick to make barrel roll evasive maneuvers.

He had figured it out.

The Looter’s machine guns were indeed powerful and fast, but their accuracy in aerial shooting was abysmally poor.

Without tracer bullets to correct their trajectories, these Looters, inexperienced in anti-air warfare, could only spray bullets into the sky based on guesswork.

With just a few simple dodging moves, he could shake off the gunfire chasing his wing and then turn to attack and engage the firepower pursuing his teammate.

The tranquil morning was disturbed by noisy gunfire, with bullets filling the sky, turning the entirety of Qing Shi County into a lit powder keg.

The fuel previously dumped on the rooftops by Difficult for the Strong had all been ignited by tracer bullets mixed with magnesium-aluminum powder and phenolic resin.

The southern part of Qing Shi County turned into a sea of fire, and those Looters who couldn’t escape were burned to death in their beds, the burning streets splitting the battlefield like walls of fire.

The Looters quickly found themselves in a dilemma.

If they chose to extinguish the fire, they would have to mobilize a large workforce, yet, once people gathered, they would inevitably be targeted by the circling planes.

But if they let the fire spread, the supplies stored in the south would soon turn to ashes in the inferno.

Inside the department store building.

Lord Lion Tooth, supporting himself on the table, rose from the floor, seizing the messenger who had just run in with a mix of shock and anger.

"Where the hell did those planes come from?!"

"I don’t know... those planes came from the south... there were fifty, no, fifty-two planes, they didn’t signal before opening fire on us."

The Looter, stared down by his chief, was terrified and struggled to form a complete sentence even after stuttering for a long time.

Just half a minute ago, two rockets hit the building, and the deafening roar nearly made everyone here lose their hearing.

Luckily, this pre-war building was sturdy enough that the two rockets only scratched off some cement and did not cause obvious damage to the structure.

Still, it was frightening enough.

"Fifty-two planes?! Are you sure?"

Hearing the messenger’s report of the battle, Bernie’s face was full of amazement.

The Looter swallowed saliva and nodded quickly.

"I’m sure! I counted carefully!"

A heavy feeling sank in Bernie’s heart.

A month and a half ago, after hearing the reports brought by a few apostles from the Torch Church, he thought at most those Blue Jackets had a couple of planes.

But he never expected dozens would come all at once...

Although they were old propeller planes, for the Chewing Bone Tribe, which lacked anti-air firepower, that firepower descending from the sky was undoubtedly deadly.

Bernie could guess with his toes that the enemy’s ground troops were probably already on their way. Far Creek Town had virtually no copper mines, and that railway leading to Far Creek Town was clearly built with their demise in mind!

Previously, Bernie would have advised Lord Lion Tooth to retreat, abandon the position to preserve their strength, and wait for the main forces to concentrate and crush the enemy with a mass assault.

However, with planes in the equation...

Regardless of the direction they withdrew, it would be suicidal.

Lord Lion Tooth looked anxiously at his councilor.

"What do we do?!"

Bernie gritted his teeth and said.

"There’s no need to panic! They’ve just gained a bit of aerial superiority, but the ground still belongs to us. Without ground troop assistance, their planes can hardly cause us significant damage."

"The Blue Coats are clearly on the way here, but they chose to strike with planes first, probably due to limited numbers, so they aim to create chaos with planes to create opportunities for their ground troops. We must not fall into disarray ourselves!"

Although momentarily panicked, Lord Lion Tooth, a veteran of countless battles, quickly regained his composure.

Watching Lord Lion Tooth calm down, Bernie gave his suggestion with a grave voice.

"Instruct your men to find nearby cover for shelter, remembering not to leave their cover to fire at the planes! All ground machine gun positions no matter the caliber should swivel their muzzles for antiaircraft firing!"

Although it wasn’t an ideal solution, there was no better option at this moment.

If they let those planes unload their ammunition and fly away, only to return with full loads in coordination with the ground troops, that would truly be fatal!

The opponent had only propeller planes.

Bullets with a caliber over 7mm were enough to cause effective damage to them!

"Also, you need to immediately assign a thousand-team to do their utmost to keep the fire under control in the south, preserving our scattered ammunition depots and firepower points in other areas! At the same time, inform the thousand-team on the north defense line to prepare for the enemy!"

"At less than twenty kilometers from here to West State City, our main army must have already noticed."

"Just hold on until reinforcements arrive, and victory will be ours!"

"Brothers, spread out!"

Suddenly, bullets from the ground became dense.

Almost all machine gun positions raised their muzzles aiming at the sky, causing significant trouble for the dive-bombing gliders.

Mosquito made a snap decision, ordering the flight squadron to disperse, prioritizing strategically marked targets on the VM map as primary offensive objectives, and eliminating enemy forces as a secondary goal, each fighting their own battle.

The dispersing maneuver definitely worked, as the net of gunfire striking towards the sky was dispersed along with the spreading flight squadron.

Even so, two unlucky pilots were swept by machine-gun fire during their dive.

One W-2 snapped its wing mid-air and crashed directly into the rooftop machine-gun bunker. The cockpit of another "Moth" was riddled with bullet holes, and though the plane was still flying, the VMs had been shot out.

Watching the two smoking planes, Mosquito felt the pain but couldn’t help mourning silently for his ace pilots.

"Good brothers!"

"I will avenge you!"

The fighter squadron continued to suffer losses, with planes occasionally falling from the sky, yet none fled or parachuted out.

Everyone was seeing red.

Both the pilots in the sky and the infantry on the ground.

Hiding in the ruins, the Looters were not satisfied just wasting machine gun bullets; many even lifted their rifles and fired into the sky, regardless of whether they could hit their targets.

The wings were eventually hit by several bullets, a 7mm machine-gun bullet even penetrated the cockpit, grazing past Mosquito’s left leg.

With a glance at the VM strapped to his leg, Mosquito calmly gripped the control stick, lowered the flight altitude, and shook off the concentrated fire.

As the altitude decreased, the gunfire from behind abruptly lessened.

Ignoring the light machine gun firing at his tail, Mosquito sped towards the ammo depot marked on the map without hesitation.

The moment the sights aligned, he skillfully pressed the bomb release button.

A 100kg aerial bomb detached from the fuselage and plunged straight into the half-collapsed concrete wall.

With the explosion, followed by a brief delay, sparks soared tens of meters into the air.

Almost at the moment Mosquito pulled up the nose, the crackling sound of ammunition cooking off echoed down the street, lively like a festival.

The fleeing Looters were instantly swallowed by the thick smoke and shrapnel, leaving countless dead and injured.

"Hahaha! Happy New Year!"

A hint of excitement finally spread across his tense face. Mosquito, having dropped his last aerial bomb, continued to target the artillery positions on the southern side of the map.

Two 100mm cannons were hidden under a wooden shelter.

The Looters seemed to know they had planes, camouflaging many strategic locations with trash or makeshift covers.

However, they didn’t know that the New Alliance’s eyes were not only active in the sky but also hid a sharp pair within the ruins on the ground.

Over the past month and a half, a certain "rat" had already scouted their positions thoroughly.

Where the ammunition depots were, where they slept, where the fire points were, and even the command post hidden in the department store—all marked categorically on the map.

Though there was no one at the artillery position, Mosquito still lowered his altitude and launched a barrage of 10mm cannon fire, giving the hidden artillery position a hot wash, just to prevent anyone from operating the cannons during the ground troop’s assault.

After strafing, as Mosquito was about to pull up the nose, a thick tongue of flame suddenly sprayed from the dark windows nearby.

Da da da—!

The left wing splintered, cutting into two from the center, and the W-2 ground attack plane, skimming the rooftops, instantly lost balance.

"Damn it!"

Mosquito managed to curse aloud just in time before the belly of his plane intimately collided with the terrace below, tumbling side over side into the half-collapsed two-story building across.

The impact buzzed Mosquito’s head, knocking him offline, and it took ten minutes of reconnecting before he could log back into the game.

When he opened his blurry eyes, he found his plane stuck on the exterior wall of a building, with the rear half swinging in the air while the front half had drilled into the wall.

A twisted steel rebar had pierced through the nose of the plane, splitting the propeller and motor into two halves, conveniently stopping at the lever’s position.

It was lucky it stopped.

Had it moved an inch further, he wouldn’t have had to exert the effort to reconnect and would have just headed back to the Forum to wait for the battle report.

He had really screwed up this time.

"Damn... this is too thrilling," Mosquito gasped for air, but the thick smoke around him choked him so badly that tears almost squeezed out of his eyes.

A large fire was burning around him.

According to the map, his current location should be at the southernmost side of Qingstone County, right behind the Chewing Bone Tribe’s position!

And the formidable VM wasn’t far away, on a rooftop nearby..

Wiping the sand and blood off his face, Mosquito, knowing full well he had drawn a lot of hatred, didn’t waste a second. In a panicked flurry, he pulled out a Pu-9 submachine gun from beneath his seat, threw it into the building in front of him, then reached out to grab the exposed rebar on the wall and crawled out of the ravaged cockpit.

Almost the moment he crawled out of the cockpit, bullets whizzed over from one side of the street, scaring him so much that he didn’t even dare look back but immediately dashed toward the collapsed staircase.

Covered in dirt, Mosquito quickly turned into a small alley, but just as he was about to break into a run, he realized after only a few steps that it was a dead end.

His face turned green. Mosquito was about to turn back when he discovered that the Looters had already reached the entrance of the alley.

It looked like there was a whole hundred-man team coming to kill him.

Upon spotting him, a lone pilot, almost all nearby Looters surrounded him.

It seemed they weren’t planning to just kill him outright but threw smoke into the alley and advanced on him using cover.

Mosquito swiftly emptied one magazine and frantically searched himself for another but found none, falling into despair.

"Fuck! You guys should be putting out the fire! What’s the use of all these people chasing me, a pilot?!"

However, the Looters couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

And Mosquito guessed that even if they did understand, they wouldn’t listen to him, anyway.

Gazing at the distorted, sneering faces behind the dense smoke, Mosquito involuntarily shuddered, recalling some of the manga he had seen.

"Forget it, forget it, I’m done for... See you in the Forum later."

Pulling out a dagger from his pocket, Mosquito prepared for his last stand.

Just then, a series of loud explosions erupted in the distance, their earth-shaking roars clearly audible even miles away.

The Looters blocking the alley entrance were clearly startled by the sounds, even pausing their advance.

Mosquito paused for a moment, glanced at the time on the VM, and a gleam of madness flashed across his face.

There was no mistake!

That was the sound of rockets!

The ground forces’ offensive had begun!

Without any hesitation, Mosquito pressed his hand to his headset, using all his strength, and yelled excitedly.

"Goblin Corps Artillery Group!"

"Fire at my coordinates!"

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