This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 309: Cleaning the Battlefield and Ambush

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Cleaning the Battlefield and Ambush

"What’s that sound?"

"You heard it too?"

"Sounds like something exploded."

"And not just one!"

About twenty kilometers away.

Iron Teeth had just left West State City, leading five hundred reinforcements towards Qing Shi County. However, they hadn’t gone far when they heard a faint rumbling from the south.

The noise echoed in the valley like rolling thunder, earth-shattering, even the soil beneath his feet seemed to tremble under the force of the thunder.

The Looters following behind Iron Teeth began whispering among themselves, quietly speculating about the source of the sound.

Iron Teeth’s expression shifted slightly.

Sensing something was amiss, he immediately crouched down and pressed his ear to the ground, listening intently. His expression grew darker and darker.

Cannon fire!

They must be fighting up ahead!

Iron Teeth was surprised, and it was inconceivable to him that the survivors from the North Suburb of Qingquan had dared to leave the enclosing wall and come to Qing Shi County to provoke them.

But now was not the time to think about that.

He had to rush back immediately and give his boss a hand!

With that thought, Iron Teeth rose quietly from the ground without alarming anyone. He then turned to the group of Looters armed with rifles and shouted.

"Everyone, quicken your pace!"

"We need to reach Qing Shi County before noon!"

"Run! Hurry!"

...

North of Qing Shi County.

The roadblocks and walls had been charred black, and since there was nothing left to burn, the fire started to die down.

The Looters at the southern defense line fled northward in panic, unaware that the Burning Corps had already flanked them from behind, with a hundred players lying in wait.

As the Looters appeared in sight, close to a hundred players ambushed on both sides of the street opened fire simultaneously—the crisscrossing bullets created a deadly rain across the street.

There was absolutely nowhere to hide.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of bodies lay on the ground.

Seeing that resistance was futile, the remaining Looters completely lost their will to fight. They either dropped their weapons and surrendered or turned to flee into the shadows beneath the wreckage.

They clearly couldn’t escape.

In the alley behind them, a Lizard, clawing at the steel with its claws, waited for them...

The battle was over.

Fang Chang had captured a prisoner, and after asking a few quick questions in the substandard language of United Human, he learned that they had blocked two hundred-man squads.

But now, only about twenty or so were still alive...

He ordered the prisoners to cover their heads and face the wall in a line. Fang Chang unlatched the mask of his Exoskeleton Helmet and walked towards Old White, speaking as he moved.

"...Twenty-three in total, and some are hiding in the residential buildings in the urban district, not sure exactly where. They’re probably planning to guerrilla fight us, or maybe looking for a chance to escape."

Old White smirked.

"They can’t hide. Leave it to the Perception guys."

Night Ten, shouldering a sniper rifle, complained.

"I only feel useful at times like this."

The friendly forces on the front line were too aggressive; the escaping Looters were practically running right into their gunfire, rendering his sniper rifle almost useless. The number of kills in this battle was probably even lower than that of Wild Wind of the Intelligence type.

"Don’t say that," Old White laughed and patted Night Ten on the shoulder, "We’ve got something big for you to handle in a bit."

At the mention of a big task, Night Ten immediately perked up.

"What is it?"

Old White: "Our Mosquito Brother is still alive, but he seems to be buried. The Manager asked us to go see if we can still save him."

If they can’t save him, then they’ll finish the job.

Better dead early to reset the cooldown.

When Night Ten heard Mosquito was still alive, he was stunned.

"Holy shit! Is that guy seriously that tough?"

The Lizard standing beside him chuckled and slapped his arm.

"Let’s go and find out."

One could only imagine how wretched Mosquito Brother looked now.

He couldn’t wait to see that bearish appearance.

During the battle, the VM would show the positions of friendly forces; even if it entered an area with poor signal, it would mark the last known coordinates of the players on the map.

Once the approximate location was determined, handling the rest was easier.

As the player with the highest perception across the server, Night Ten quickly found where Mosquito was buried.

Two concrete blocks, each as tall as a man, had perfectly formed a triangle that shielded Mosquito from the falling debris.

His luck was genuinely impressive; almost no intact walls were left on either side of the alley, but he who hid within had survived.

Dressed in the Heavy Cavalry Exoskeleton, Old White, and the garbage-clad Iron Clad moved forward, clamped onto the several-ton concrete block, and violently heaved, lifting it slightly.

Large chunks of rubble rolled out through the gap.

Old White’s other hand reached for Mosquito, who was buried under the debris, and pulled him out before he could be buried alive by the small stones.

"Damn... you guys finally came. I was shaking people up on the forum for ages, not even a ghost showed up." With his right hand on the wall, Mosquito, barely surviving the ordeal, didn’t care about the mud and sand on his body and greedily breathed in the fresh air.

But soon, he was choked by the sand in his mouth.

Listening to his complaints, Old White laughed and patted his back.

"Alright, just be secretly happy you’re still alive. Trying to shake people up on the forum at this time, you’d have a ghost if anyone actually came!"

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Night Ten approached and couldn’t help but tease Mosquito.

"I thought you bragged about how smoothly you pilot airplanes. So how did you crash?"

Mosquito sighed, "Ah, no choice! Horses stumble, and people make mistakes. But your nose sure is sharp; it even dug me out."

Hearing that Mosquito Brother not only wasn’t thankful for saving him a Resurrection Coin but was even teasing his rescuer, Night Ten immediately cheekily retorted.

"Of course! My dog nose is especially accurate at smelling out crap."

Garbage Junior couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing, clutching his stomach from the laughter, although his hoarse laugh sounded worse than crying,

Fang Chang turned away his eyes in pain, and Wild Wind coughed from behind.

"...You two should stop hurting each other."

"Damn, your mouth is really poisonous."

Mosquito grit his teeth for a while, then looked at Old White.

"How’s the battle going?"

Old White asked with a smile.

"It’s over. The Skeleton Corps took over the printing factory first, the Death Legion cleared the second line of defense, the Jungle Corps and Storm Corps met at the enemy’s headquarters. Leaders like Lion Tooth and the other Raiders were all captured alive, leaving only a few scattered soldiers hiding in the ruins of the county town, unable to hold out much longer. The NPC Legion has entered the battlefield and is currently tallying the spoils."

While they were talking, the signal light inside the helmet flickered, and Old White lifted his arm to check the VM and saw a new mission update on the screen.

[ Mission: Meet up with the allied forces at the city exit highway (Distance: 271m), head to the southern highlands of Pine Forest Gully in the north of Qing Shi County (Distance: 9.7km300m), and establish a defense line to intercept the reinforcements of the Chewing Bone Tribe.]

[Available reinforcements: 2 light trucks, ammunition...]

With a serious expression, Old White immediately opened the communication channel and started rallying the Burning Corps warriors.

"Attention all members, the mission has been updated in your task bars, everyone head to the map pinpoint location to assemble. We leave in three minutes!"

Hearing Old White’s words, Mosquito suddenly perked up.

"Is there work?"

Night Ten rolled his eyes, "What’s it to you? You’re not even in our corps."

Mosquito responded with a cheeky smile.

"That’s not how you should put it, the saying goes ’once a father...’ I mean I’ve been with the corps, so I’m one of you. Be a good brother and take me along, can’t I be a war correspondent?"

Without further ado, Old White casually tossed him a Ripper Rifle he had picked up.

"Depart in three minutes, pick the bullets from next door yourself and return them to the supply station afterwards."

Mosquito, taking the rifle, pulled the bolt and checked the mechanism, finding it still usable, he excitedly said.

"Alright!"

Although he wasn’t officially in the corps and couldn’t receive the mission, Brother Mosquito clearly didn’t mind.

Playing the game,

it’s all about having fun.

The support unit they were to rendezvous with was a small LV3 corps called the Sterling Silver Corps, with a maximum capacity of 30 people, but they’ve only recruited 20.

Approaching Old White, Silver Sword gave an exaggerated military salute.

"Twenty privates from the Sterling Silver Corps reporting for duty!"

Mosquito, surprised to see them, exclaimed,

"Hey, it’s you guys?"

Standing by, Silver Hand, somewhat embarrassed, chuckled.

"Hey, hey, good to see you again."

Fang Chang looked at their IDs on the VM and couldn’t help but tease, "You’re really fixated on ’silver,’ aren’t you?"

Silver Daddy sighed.

"No choice, we actually wanted to call it the ’Old Daddy Corps’ initially... but the name didn’t pass the verification."

Fang Chang: "..."

Wild Wind: "..."

Good grief.

If they had really gone with that name, 50% of the casualties would probably have been from friendly fire.

Mosquito laughed and patted the newcomer’s shoulder.

"Not bad, not bad, quite ambitious! I’ve got you covered from now on!"

"Alright, enough talking, now that everyone’s here, let’s get moving," Old White looked over at Silver Sword and continued, "According to the mission assigned by HQ, we need to go ten kilometers away to establish a defensive line to intercept the enemy forces, the trench digging work... you guys all good?"

"Don’t worry, brother," Silver Sword drew out an Engineer Shovel, beaming with enthusiasm, "Mixing it up—oops, I mean, digging is our specialty!"

Old White: "..."

Meanwhile,

Near Qing Shi County’s department store building.

As the battle had concluded, except for players assigned to patrol should go and check in at the checkpoint, the majority of players were relaxing.

Midnight Chicken Killing was fiddling with a double-barreled shotgun he had snatched from a Raider, considering whether to auction it later as a collector’s item.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was posting with the prisoners, asking I Max Black to help take their photos. The latter, clearly impatient, was rolling his eyes.

Brother Quanshui, captain of the Storm Corps, was asking each member about remaining ammunition, tallying the consumption and quietly calculating scores.

Aside from some dedicated grinders, ordinary people hardly understood this enjoyment, but Quanshui always seemed tirelessly enthusiastic about it.

And Tail?

He was currently lying in Si Si’s arms.

"Woo woo woo, Si! It’s ignoring me!"

Gently stroking Tail’s head, Si Si comforted him in a coddling tone.

"Oh... well, it prefers Meat Meat."

"What the hell! Hey, you, scoot over a bit, stop nudging me with your nose!" Meat Meat pushed away the bear’s nose with her paws, trying to shoo it away.

Seeing the rejection, the bear looked woefully dejected as it crawled aside, but within seconds, it sneakily crept back.

Its behavior was just like that of a bootlicker.

Oh no, it should be a bear licker!

Unable to watch any further, Si Si sighed, "Speaking of which, Meat Meat, look at how pitiful it is, why not... just keep it?"

Meat Meat crossed her arms and vehemently shook her head.

"NO! I refuse!"

With the cat ears on her head gently moving, Sesame Paste suddenly had an idea, her eyes lighting up,

"Come to think of it, we haven’t named it yet."

As soon as the topic of naming came up, Tail immediately crawled out of Si Si’s arms, excitedly raising his hand.

"How about ’Xiao Hei’?"

Si Si responded with a nuanced expression.

"It’s a brown bear... not black at all."

Considering it only looked black because it was dirty from being confined for a long time, a clean-up by the river might actually make it look pretty good.

Sesame Paste tilted her head.

"Then... how about ’Big Brown’?"

Si Si sighed.

"That sounds even weirder."

As expected, expecting these lovely teammates to come up with a normal and pleasant name was too difficult.

Unfortunately, the game didn’t even have a function for generating random names.

"How about... Teddy?"

Eventually,

Everyone unanimously agreed with the name Si Si had chosen. Teddy bear was also brown, and although this one seemed a bit "larger," it was close enough.

And Meat Meat hoped that by naming it, it would become a bit more gentlemanly and not constantly lick its fur with its tongue.

To avoid harming others, especially the irreversible damage to NPCs, Tail planned to buy a psychic interference collar for it upon return.

Although the NPC store was out of stock, there were surely some among the spoils of war they had obtained.

If not, they could still collect from other players who had purchased one before.

The only regret was that the mental connection required the intelligence attribute, and there were no intelligence-type players in the group, so taming this thing would probably require the help of Teng Teng or Brother Quanshui.

"I’m really jealous," looking at the brown bear being petted in turns, I Max Black said enviously.

Damnit!

He also wanted to be affectionate with girls.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group chuckled and hooked his shoulder.

"What, you also want to find a bear? Brother will help you."

"Get lost!"

Not far away, at the entrance of a department store building.

Two muscle-bound men, dressed in KV-1 exoskeletons, were escorting Lion Tooth, who was tightly bound, out of the building—one on each side.

Their two-meter height and hundred kilograms of weight made them as imposing as bears, but now they looked like dead dogs being chased.

He had been shot twice in the chest, and his head was wrapped in a bandage, his fierce face expressionless. Even while being subdued, he was not well-behaved, his eyes constantly scouring left and right for a chance to escape.

However, with two strength-type players watching him, finding such an opportunity would indeed be a stroke of luck. Though a leader of a thousand and an Awakener, he was just a bandit leader after all.

Upon seeing the azure power armor appear before him, despair flashed across Lion Tooth’s eyes. Guessing his fate, his expression became resigned.

Chu Guang looked at him and said,

"So, you are Lion Tooth."

Lion Tooth squinted.

"And you are Chu Guang."

Seeing that arrogant yet powerless attitude, Lu Bei, standing beside Chu Guang, clenched the rifle in his hands, but Chu Guang raised his hand to stop him.

Watching Lion Tooth, Chu Guang spoke calmly,

"You will be judged and then receive the punishment you deserve."

Judgment?

Lion Tooth smirked coldly at the corner of his mouth.

These self-proclaimed civilized folks just wanted to humiliate him in their so-called court. He was all too aware of the survivors’ methods.

"Suit yourself, but old man has lived merrily enough for half a life anyway."

Chu Guang nodded.

Good.

If that’s the case, you presumably will have no grievances when you are hung from the city gates.

Surrendering before the battle may spare one’s life; resistance will not be forgiven. This was the rule he had set after the establishment of the New Alliance, but it only applied to those insignificant minions.

After all, they could still claim they were compelled by circumstances or coerced by others, and the New Alliance needed prisoners as labor to do the dirty and tiring work that ordinary people were unwilling to do.

But for someone like Lion Tooth, a leader of a thousand, there was no excuse for absolution.

As the "chief" of the Looter, the only way to survive was to have a sudden change of heart before the battle began and surrender with his troops.

As for now?

It’s too late to say anything.

Chu Guang looked at the guard dressed in the exoskeleton and issued an order.

"Take him away."

The guard placed his right fist on his chest to acknowledge the command.

"Yes!"

Lion Tooth clearly knew his end was near; he threw back his head and laughed loudly a few times. However, after taking a few punches, he quickly quieted down.

After settling the tasks of two Strength-type players, Chu Guang, along with Lu Bei and the remaining thirty guards, headed to the point marked with shackles on the VM map.

Before the war, the location had been a middle school with a 2000-square-meter temporary shelter underground, but now, it had turned into a dungeon where the Lion Tooth Tribe detained slaves.

For the Chewing Bone Tribe, slaves were both a food reserve and a labor force; they kept the strong and fertile ones and left the fate of the others to whim.

Chu Guang firmly grasped the door lock with his thick gloves, exerted a gentle force, and the lock twisted like a pretzel and then snapped into several pieces.

Tossing the broken lock aside, Chu Guang pushed open the rusty iron door. Before he even entered, a stench of rot and decay hit him in the face.

In the darkness, pairs of lifeless eyes looked towards him standing at the entrance of the dungeon.

Behind the rows of iron bars were men, women, and even children—old people were notably absent, presumably having been disposed of.

Most of the prisoners were naked, with many wearing only a piece of tattered cloth; scars crawling across their exposed skin like centipedes.

Some even had their arms and legs amputated, lying motionless on the ground, dead or alive unknown.

It was unimaginable what inhuman tortures they had endured.

The faces of the slaves, met with the sudden intruder, showed neither panic nor joy; their expressions were numb and blank.

Chu Guang scanned the room until his gaze finally settled on one person.

There were no whip marks on his body, only an assortment of bizarre tattoos.

The sight of the power armor staring directly at him sparked panic in the man’s eyes. Unable to bear the fear, he pulled out a hand grenade from beneath some straw and, screaming, charged to die together with his captors.

"Ah, ah, ah! I’m going down with you!"

However, fast as he was, he was no match for the guards personally selected by Chu Guang.

As he rose, bullet holes burst open in his forehead and chest in an instant, and the pulled hand grenade fell from his hands.

"Sir, be careful!"

Lu Bei was taken aback and moved to shield his superior, only to find the Manager had already grabbed the grenade with faster reflexes.

He then squeezed hard.

The grenade, the size of a soda can, crumpled like a plastic bottle with its cap popped, in the iron grip of that powerful hand.

The crushed grenade went off with a dull thud, like a firecracker not fully ignited.

Watching some sparks leaking between his fingers, Chu Guang casually shook his hand, flicking off the debris and scrap metal as if dusting off ash.

Silence fell in the dungeon.

Including Lu Bei, all the guards were stunned by the scene.

Except for a few who had been with Chu Guang for a while, most of the guard soldiers were witnessing their superior’s prowess for the first time.

Although part of it was due to the equipment, the courage and audacity to simply pick up and "snuff out" a grenade were beyond what ordinary people could compare...

Chu Guang, however, paid no mind to the worshipful gazes and instructed,

"... This guy must be in charge of the dungeon. Later on, pay attention to anyone without injuries – then let the others identify them."

Thinking of escaping punishment by hiding among the slaves?

Huh.

Do you think I’m blind?

"Yes, sir."

Lu Bei glanced around the dungeon at the slaves, his eyes burning with rage while he unconsciously clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"These beasts..."

The inhumane scene before him reminded him of his own experiences in the Blood Hand Clan dungeon.

Those memories were like hell...

Chu Guang looked at the young man but offered no words of comfort.

The war between the New Alliance and the Chewing Bone Tribe had just begun, and the maggots residing in the United Human corpses were not limited to the Chewing Bones.

The tragedy that occurred on their homeworld was merely the tip of the iceberg.

He would see much more brutal events in the future.

After a pause, Chu Guang slowly continued speaking.

"Besides that, I need you to tally up the number of people rescued, their names, and where they come from... if they can still remember. If you can’t figure it out, don’t force it, use a numbering system temporarily."

"In a while, I’ll provide you with fifty trucks, and you will be responsible for taking these people to the north of Dawn City. The rest will be left to Old Luka, who will take care of settling these poor souls."

"After you’ve finished this task, I need you to pull fifty truckloads of building materials from the warehouse. The specific list will be sent to your VM later, and the logistical staff will be waiting for you at the northern warehouse."

"The war has just started. We need to rebuild the defense line in the north of Qingstone County to prepare for the counterattack of the Chewing Bone Tribe."

They had only wiped out one ’thousand team’.

The Looters stationed in West State City numbered in the tens of thousands, each equipped with machine guns and artillery, and possibly even more sophisticated gear obtained from the Army.

Only solid defense lines and reliable logistics can help the New Alliance win the entire war. When it comes to attrition and endurance, no one can rival the "players."

Lu Bei saluted with his right fist to his chest, taking command solemnly.

"Yes!"

He handed over the situation here to the Guards Corps.

Chu Guang then contacted Heya, who was currently investigating the lair samples in the medical lab, through Xiao Qi. He ordered her to swiftly lead a medical team from the south of Dawn City to set up a temporary makeshift disease control center at the Home of the Refugees in the north.

Though reluctant to leave the lab, Heya understood the urgency and rolled her eyes as she left the bunker under Xiao Qi’s urging.

The sanitation in the dungeon was poor.

At least five hundred people were crammed into a 2000-square-meter space.

Considering the health of these slaves, poor handling could likely trigger a flu or even a more severe epidemic.

Fortunately, Dawn City’s reserves of medicine were still adequate, and with Heya, an accomplished biology expert, simple disease control was trivial for her.

At noon.

The Second Corps, led by Liuding, arrived near the Qingstone County First Middle School, accompanying them were fifty trucks filled with ammunition, supplies, and mining equipment.

The mining operation for copper would commence within two days.

A life-professional player with experience in geological exploration had already been dispatched by the exploration team, accompanied by two NPC soldiers, to the nearby People’s Geological Park for field surveys.

Since the mine was partially excavated and the geological park maintained the old mining equipment from the early days of United Human, identifying the exact location of the ore veins would not be difficult.

As equipment and manpower arrived, production would soon resume.

With the help of fifty strength-type newcomers, the 120 soldiers of the Second Corps quickly finished unloading the supplies from the trucks.

The trucks and drivers were then handed over to the Guards Corps. Led by Lu Bei with 20 Guards and 671 rescued survivors, they headed toward the north of Dawn City.

Considering that the ongoing war would likely result in more survivors being liberated.

After some thought, on Luka’s suggestion, Chu Guang decided to establish a temporary settlement point at the front lines in Qingstone County.

The location was tentatively set in the department store previously occupied by Lion Tooth.

The lobby of the department store was spacious enough, and the walls, reinforced with a large amount of steel, withstood the bombing of a 100kg aerial bomb, making it quite safe.

The second and third floors could be transformed into temporary save points, facilitating the combat professional players to log in and out and save their progress.

Not far from the department store was an underground parking garage.

Here lay the equipment and supplies seized from the Looters.

After completing the inventory of the supplies, Liuding walked up to Chu Guang and saluted him before reporting loudly.

"Inventory of seized supplies complete! Light weapons include 811 bolt-action rifles, 312 automatic rifles, 377 submachine guns, 27 light and heavy machine guns, 37 tons of ammunition, and a number of hand grenades and mortar shells."

"As for vehicles, the armies have seized a total of 12 transport trucks, 5 machine gun pickups, and 1200 liters of fuel."

"In terms of food, we’ve seized nearly a thousand tons of green wheat and goat horn potatoes, along with 300 cubic meters of nutrient paste and a large amount of unidentified dried meat."

"Additionally, there are nearly 300 cubic meters of cement and 400 cubic meters of sand, along with a large amount of steel reinforcement, which appears to be newly produced."

Hearing this, a trace of surprise appeared on Chu Guang’s face.

Well, well.

They planned to repair the Turtle Shell thoroughly.

But to be fair, with the Looters’ level of architectural skill, managing to construct fortifications like this was already commendable.

According to the intelligence gathered by Difficult for the Strong, there are numerous water tanks and wells scattered around Qingstone County, the ammunition depots are connected by clear roads, and the defensive works and roadblocks do not interfere with each other.

Typical Looters might just dig mines or build earthen walls, not caring much about where or how to dig.

It’s no wonder that this army could dominate a part of the Western Province of the Central Continent when even a few crippled deserters could guide the Looters to this extent.

Chu Guang made a mental note of these details, then turned his attention to Liuding standing nearby.

"The construction of the frontline fortifications will be handled by your Second Corps. I will provide you with an additional 200 manpower. Make sure the Northern Defense Area is completed within 48 hours."

"Yes!" Liuding bowed with his fists, and immediately summoned his subordinates to get to work.

It was now one o’clock in the afternoon.

Chu Guang estimated that even if the Looters of the Chewing Bone Tribe were foolish, they should have reacted by now.

Given the organizational level and discipline of the Looters, it was nearly impossible for an army of ten thousand to assemble in just one day.

Even with ready ammunition and weapons, it took time to move them from the warehouse and distribute them to the soldiers.

Rushing forward without any preparation, blindly charging forward, is called rush in the Game, but in reality, it was like lining up to be slaughtered.

Chu Guang could even boldly speculate that the Ya Clan stationed in West State City likely never expected the New Alliance to launch a brigade-level offensive in the early days of April, a time for spring farming, and managed to take the southern gate of West State City in less than a morning.

"We have at least 72 hours..."

Staring at the holographic map displayed inside his helmet, Chu Guang pondered while locking his gaze about ten kilometers to the north of Qingstone County, in the Pine forest valley.

The markers for one large and one small corps had already arrived at the coordinates he had set half an hour ago; they should now be digging trenches along the contour lines.

This place was the midpoint between Qingstone County and the West State City district, with the dense vegetation of the flanking mountains, the valley between them seemed like a gateway to Hell.

If an artillery position were set up here, the range of 100mm artillery would be just enough to cover the Southern Urban District of West State City.

"... if we can hold the Chewing Bone Tribe at Pine Forest Valley for three days, we can stabilize the front at the north of Qingstone County."

"If we can hold out until the seventh day, we could push the artillery right into the faces of the Ya Clan!"

Just then, the two corps’ icons on the map subtly flashed red and simultaneously popped up the [Enemy Contact] icon.

Subsequently, a marker for an unknown number of troops appeared on the map.

The Burning Corps, currently setting up defenses at the front, had spotted the enemy, but no engagement had occurred yet, indicating that the enemy was likely unaware of their presence.

Chu Guang furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Reinforcements from the Ya Clan?

"So soon?"