This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 315: The Sleepless Night of the Ya Clan

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: The Sleepless Night of the Ya Clan

"Boss, boss, I’m out of bullets!"

"You still got a magazine left, don’t you???"

"I-I-I used them all up."

"%￥@#!"

Seeing the Looters closing in, Quit smoking, low on ammunition, didn’t dare to linger in combat, and began retreating while shooting and dragging along Lost Rookie, the dead weight.

Luckily for them, it seemed they weren’t the only ones to run into a patrol team.

As they fled south, gunshots rang out from a residential area two streets over.

Silently praying for his teammates, Quit smoking took advantage of the Looters’ diverted attention due to the gunshots and, pulling Lost Rookie beside him, turned tail and ran.

After taking many turns and twists, they finally shook off their pursuers.

Crossing a street cluttered with vehicle wreckage, the two ducked into the ruins by the road.

From the scattered stretcher debris and various odd pieces of discarded equipment, it was evident that this had once been a hospital.

What specific department it was is anybody’s guess.

Slumping into a corner, Quit smoking exhaled deeply and removed the magazine from his submachine gun to check it, finding only four bullets left including the one in the chamber.

His recently eased mind plunged back down into the abyss.

"This is seriously out of bullets and out of luck..."

Out of breath, Lost Rookie asked,

"Boss... where are we now?"

Quit smoking lifted his VM and checked the map.

"According to this pre-war map, it should be West State City’s Fourth Hospital, next to it are the Xinsin District Elementary School and the Water Conservancy Bureau..."

Lost Rookie was stunned.

"Xinsin District?! But weren’t we running south?"

Quit smoking replied, resigned,

"Don’t ask me, this is my first time in this godforsaken place."

In the rush of escaping for his life, Quit smoking remembered running south initially, but after several turns, he no longer remembered the direction.

At least they had escaped.

However, with all this commotion, the enemy wouldn’t let them off so easily.

Fearing the Looters’ patrol might come searching soon, they didn’t dare to linger and decided to move on after a short rest, planning to head to the nearest rendezvous point to regroup with their teammates and discuss their next moves.

They made it to the enclosing wall of the hospital’s backyard.

Stepping on to the lid of a garbage can, Quit smoking reached up to the top of the wall.

Just as he was preparing to vault over, he saw a few lights leaking through the leaves across the alley near the elementary school gymnasium.

He immediately paused, crouching down and gesturing to his teammate that there were people ahead, then lay flat on top of the wall to have a closer look.

And what he saw nearly gave him a heart attack.

This was no ordinary school.

It was a fortress!

Circular barbed wire topped the concrete wall and defensive structures like those found on artillery towers were fixed on the rooftops of the guardhouse, the corner of the wall, and the main and auxiliary teaching buildings. Behind the windows, there loomed a heavy machine gun plated with welded steel!

The Looters had constructed makeshift cover out of wood and concrete blocks, topped with brush and branches for camouflage, blending the entire fortress with the tree-laden surroundings. The area was pitch black, and Quit smoking nearly missed it!

The source of light that caught Quit smoking’s attention came from the sports hall of the teaching building.

It seemed the brick wall and iron gate on the left side of the gymnasium were added later, and not very tightly built, offering Quit smoking the perfect angle to see inside.

If looking from above, one would probably see nothing!

"Boss, there’s lots of people inside..." whispered Lost Rookie, who also lay beside him on the wall, nervously, "This place must house a hundred-man team!"

Quit smoking rolled his eyes.

"I’m not blind!"

It wasn’t just people.

Several empty trucks were parked on the open space.

The whole school, which had been converted into a military base, had lights on only at the gymnasium. Intuition told Quit smoking that something was definitely hidden there.

Could it be the Looters’ factory?

But why would they put a factory outside Xinsin District?

There wasn’t a nearby vantage point to get a clear view inside.

As Quit smoking puzzled over this, the doors of the gym were pulled open, and a truck drove out.

Upon viewing that truck, the two peeking over the wall cursed in unison.

The truck was outfitted with a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun on its back.

"Holy shit, an anti-aircraft truck!"

"These Looters can do this too?!"

Quit smoking, equipped with a headset, hurriedly took several photos of the anti-aircraft truck as it left the building, uploading them to his VM.

But then the problem arose.

His VM was offline, and even if he took the photos, only he could see them.

Does he need to find a place to go offline and upload them to the official website?

But online players couldn’t see the message either.

Just as Quit smoking was worrying about how to share this astonishing discovery with other players, the top-right corner of the VM screen suddenly displayed a "Signal Access" icon.

Upon seeing this, both of them were simultaneously overjoyed.

"Here it comes!"

The signal had arrived!

...

"Done!"

Atop the half-collapsed apartment building.

Old White, who had finally managed to set up the makeshift radio after much fiddling, let out a sigh of relief.

There had been a minor glitch with the radio just before, thankfully it wasn’t serious, just a loose battery connector that probably occurred when it hit the ground too hard.

After pondering for a moment, he quickly fixed it.

Once the radio was operational, Old White hid it between an abandoned water tank and a wall on the rooftop, leaving only a nearly two-meter-long antenna exposed.

This portable radio, designed by the scientific research team, was very convenient. It came equipped with solid hydrogen battery packs for extremely long endurance and could serve as a temporary signal relay to provide information support to frontline troops. It was easy to use whether dropped in a supply crate or attached to the back of a truck.

With communication restored within a ten-kilometer radius, Old White immediately switched to team voice chat.

"...All team members, pay attention, the radio setup is complete. After confirming safety, please head to Collection Point C immediately!"

"Team members within five hundred meters of me, get to me right away. I’ve got thirty LD-47s, eight thousand rounds of ammo, and various support weapons here."

"After we gear up, let’s blast the hell out of them!"

He disconnected the communication.

Old White then looked up at the sky.

The second airdrop had started, soon more than twenty brothers would join them.

If they landed safely, that is.

At that moment, a communication request came through VM.

Seeing that it was a message from Quit smoking, Old White immediately pressed the accept button and asked.

"Where are you now?"

Quit smoking kept his voice very low on the other end of the line.

"I’m on the edge of the Fourth New District... this place is called West State City Fourth Hospital."

Old White was taken aback but instinctively glanced at the map on VM.

"Damn, how did you get there?!"

"Cough cough, the situation was too chaotic at the time... forget how I got here for now, we’ve discovered a Looter factory!"

Old White: "...A factory?"

"Yes! A factory, there’s no mistake! I can’t see the specifics from here, but I saw a truck leaving the building, with a quad anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on the back, looks like it’s modified from a 12mm heavy machine gun! Why not bomb them?"

Shit?

An anti-aircraft truck?

Old White was initially stunned but immediately said.

"Send me the coordinates!"

Quit smoking: "Already marked on the map!"

Old White confirmed the position on the map and set a fire support request icon at the coordinates.

The New Alliance didn’t have strategic bombers, but with enough numbers, even close air support could have a strategic bombing effect.

For such heavily defended strategic facilities, as paratroopers, they just had to mark them on the map.

The rest was up to the air force.

"Coordinates confirmed... get to the nearest collection point as quickly as you can, I’m calling in the air raid right now!"

Quit smoking said excitedly.

"Roger that!"

The hit rate of night bombings was quite pitiful; getting too close could easily lead to friendly fire.

Knowing well the dismal accuracy of the Goblin Corps, Quit smoking quickly led his companion to evacuate from the hospital after ending the call.

However, they didn’t go far, instead hiding in a resident building with a relatively clear view about four or five hundred meters away.

From here, they couldn’t see clearly into the school, but they could still see the main bishop’s building and the earth cannon tower on top.

Meanwhile, after hanging up the communication, Old White immediately reported the intel about the anti-aircraft truck and the possible factory facilities to the rear command.

Following the second airdrop, the Goblin Corps’ flight formations quickly returned to base, and within less than an hour, they were back in the air.

This time, however, Mosquito and his team didn’t bring a third wave of paratroopers.

Instead, they brought a total of 24 100kg aerial bombs!

"Coach! It’s too dark down there, I can’t see anything!" Falling Feather, who was supporting the control stick, cried out in an exasperated and amused tone while looking at the pitch-black city sector.

Not to mention seeing the situation on the ground.

If he didn’t use the VM map as a radar, he wouldn’t have been able to see even the airplanes in front of him very clearly.

At that moment, Mosquito’s voice came through the communication channel.

"No problem! We’ll slow down and fly in formation shortly, and when you hear my gunfire, that’s the signal to drop the bombs!"

Falling Feather was puzzled.

"What?! Can we really do that?"

The radio channel crackled with a drake-like strange laughter.

"Hahaha, don’t know if it’ll work, but we’ll find out by trying! Brothers, get ready to engage the enemy, disengage bomb safeties. Don’t just stare at the bomb release lever—keep an eye on the tail of the plane in front of you. Everyone, listen to grandpa count down soon!"

Due to the low altitude of the flying formation, less than three hundred meters from the ground, the dense sound of the propellers quickly attracted the attention of the Looters in the city.

Noticing the planes, whether it was the patrol teams or the sentries hidden on rooftops, they panickedly shone their flashlights towards the sky.

However, their flashlight beams were too weak, resembling mere toothpicks to the W-2 ground attack aircraft flying in the sky.

In such a short time, the Looters barely had time to react and could only fire wildly into the sky with the weapons at hand.

Bullets whistled past fiercely, and Mosquito chuckled, glancing at the VM strapped to his thigh, and once again confirmed the coordinates, distance, and airspeed.

Even before takeoff, when the ground crew had helped them load the bombs, he had already roughly calculated the bombing angle, distance, altitude, and airspeed, and even marked the gauge with chalk. All he had to do was press the release button when in position.

Hit rate?

Did that matter?

A hundred-kilogram aerial bomb, 82% of its weight being the warhead. With such an extreme explosive load factor, over twenty planes in formation dropping bombs en-masse, even if only one hit, that would be enough!

The power was far greater than a rocket.

Mosquito’s only regret now was that nuclear materials were too difficult to obtain; otherwise, he was quite curious to experience what dropping a nuclear bomb felt like.

After all, there was no need to be polite with the Looters.

These things couldn’t even be called human, just beasts that looked like humans. It wouldn’t be just in Game; even in reality, he wouldn’t feel a shred of guilt.

The Looters on the ground sprayed bullets into the sky like mad, using every weapon available—rifles, machine guns—to desperately stop the planes from bombing the factory.

But due to the absence of tracer bullets and searchlights, they didn’t even know if they hit their targets. Instead, their firing gave away their positions.

Using the sparse muzzle flashes, Mosquito confirmed the rough direction of the bombing target by the density of the ground fire.

All preparation for bombing was complete!

Mosquito opened the speed brake and beeper, and the twenty-four "W-2" ground attack aircraft began to slow down together, the long, mournful sound of the horn echoing throughout the night sky.

Hearing that Grim Reaper-like sound, the Looters on the ground panicked and fled.

"Three, two, one—"

"Smash them for me!" Originally, Mosquito wanted to shout ’start the fight,’ but he held back at the last second.

Twenty-four aerial bombs fell from the sky, dropping like dumplings onto the Looters’ factory.

In an instant, the explosion’s fire and smoke engulfed houses, gun towers, roadblocks, checkpoints, and trucks parked by the wall—even the Enclosing Wall itself.

The Looters who couldn’t escape were thrown more than ten meters away by the blast before they could even scream.

And those who tried to drive the trucks away fared even worse, not even getting the engines started before being blown to smithereens by the bombs falling from the sky.

The stadium that had been converted into a factory also turned to ruins in the explosion; Looters around it were either dead or injured, and those who could, ran for their lives...

"Awesome!"

Watching the devastated factory from afar, Quit smoking, holding binoculars, couldn’t help but mutter praise in a low voice.

Beside him, the Lost Rookie also couldn’t contain his excitement.

"Holy cow! That was thrilling."

"Hehe, the more exciting part is still to come."

Having put the binoculars back in his pocket, Quit smoking excitedly patted the Rookie’s shoulder.

"Let’s go meet up with Old White and the others; don’t want to keep them waiting!"

"Once we get our equipment, we’ll continue wreaking havoc!"

...

Inside the main tent of the Ya Clan.

Watching the successive battle reports—or rather, the bad news—Golden Tooth furiously punched the armrest of his chair, reducing the skull to dust!

"These despicable, shameless Ground Squirrels!"

"When I catch them, I’m going to personally gouge out their eyes, cut off their tongues, bury them in a mouse cage with just their heads sticking out until the rats chew off all their flesh, and then turn them into oil lamps!"

From the wee hours, the whole of West State City hadn’t had a moment of peace.

First came reports from sentries and patrol teams under attack, some sighting one or two people, others engaging squads of ten, and yet more exaggerated reports claimed attacks by hundred-man teams, totaling a thousand people in all!

Had he not just gotten an update from Bear Tooth a few hours ago about the front line, he would have almost thought Blue Jacket had reached his doorstep!

Signal flares shot wildly through the sky, gunfire was heard everywhere in the city, and two reinforcing teams even almost fought each other, mistaking friends for enemies.

And it wasn’t over yet.

Just ten minutes ago, a group of planes suddenly raided their garage and conversion factory on the edge of the Fourth New District, dropping dozens of bombs from the sky and obliterating one of their production lines.

And this added insult to injury to the already dire supply situation of the Ya Clan!

Angry roars echoed in the hall.

The numerous Thousands of leaders standing on both sides of the hall kept silent as the grave, afraid to breathe too loudly, lest the fury turn upon them.

Even Wu Lun from Death Coast cringed after hearing the brutal punishments listed.

To be honest, these people weren’t that great at fighting, but they sure had a variety of ways to torment their enemies. The one and a half months he had been there had truly been an eye-opener.

The cruelest torture known by the Torch Church was nothing more than putting someone in a cage with the Claws of Death for a blood sacrifice. Although no intact body could be found when the cage was opened, death only took a second or two.

Golden Tooth was seething with anger, his clenched fists trembling in rage.

The only people in the hall who remained somewhat composed, aside from Wu Lun of the Torch Church, were Dylon, standing next to Golden Tooth.

"Attacks occurred simultaneously across various areas within the city, indicating the assailants are definitely not Guerrilla Teams based on their firepower and organizational skills. Combined with the prior air attack, as expected..." Dylon’s face was serious.

Golden Tooth cursed.

"Where did these vermin come from?"

Dylon said in a deep voice,

"Eighty percent sure it’s from heaven."

Golden Tooth was stunned.

"Heaven?!"

Dylon nodded, his expression solemn.

"Paratroopers... I didn’t think they’d even prepare an airborne division!"

Most of the Army’s paratroopers were elite soldiers recruited from the youth forces, and those who were capable of executing behind-enemy-lines operations were the elite of the elite.

Besides mastering skilled parachuting techniques, they also needed a wealth of combat experience, exceptional wilderness survival capabilities, and the will to fight with their backs against the wall.

Landing less than half an hour ago, utterly scattered in their organization, they swiftly formed up and launched several attacks on the various posts throughout the city...

Such high combat standards were almost inconceivable, even to the battle-hardened Dylon.

Who exactly were these people?

Could Giant Stone City be involved in the war?

Seeing that the conversation among these people didn’t seem to lead anywhere after a long discussion, Wu Lun sneered, let down his crossed arms, and walked towards the hall’s door.

Golden Tooth, sitting in the chair, saw this and asked him,

"What are you going to do?"

Wu Lun casually replied,

"I’m going to help you pull those Blue Ground Squirrels out of their Rat Holes."

He and his men couldn’t play too big a role on the front line, but they were more than capable of dealing with those so-called "elite" soldiers.

Wu Lun had a premonition.

He would see that person again.

This time, he swore to avenge his fallen brothers!

...

Forum official website.

Wasteland time, four in the morning; real-world time, four in the afternoon. There was still an hour left until peak online hours, and at this moment, the forum was bustling with excitement.

Just two hours ago, 82 players from the Burning Corps used gliders to parachute into West State City in batches.

Although fewer than fifty brothers successfully landed and rushed to the rendezvous point, this didn’t prevent Operation Warrior from proceeding.

According to Old White, they dodged Looter’s encirclement and laid down a radio to organize a counter-attack while hiding.

Those Looters had never imagined they would drop from the sky and had no experience in dealing with airborne operations. Four or five hundred-man teams became disorganized, with just a few dozen men leading them by the nose all over the city.

While many players were sacrificed during the escape from the pursuers, the strategic achievement was nothing short of incredible.

Not only did they inflict nearly fifty casualties on the Looters, but they also destroyed a factory used by the Looters to modify anti-aircraft trucks.

Especially the latter, which could delay the Looters’ offensive plan by at least two weeks, or even a month.

In addition, the Burning Corps under the cover of night managed to recover sixteen airdrop containers before dawn!

These included a hundred rifles, 27,000 rounds of ammunition, ten RPG Rocket Launchers, three mortar guns, and a number of grenades and support weapon munitions.

This equipment was more than enough to arm a hundred-man team!

Subsequent weapons and ammunition would continue to be parachuted to the battlefield without interruption.

Currently, the Burning Corps has split all supplies into two batches, one hidden in the basement of a commercial plaza 5.5 kilometers away from District Four, and the other in the apartment building where the radio was placed.

The remaining thirty or so players were divided into two teams. Aside from the players who were on shift and monitoring online, the rest had logged off to eat.

When night fell, they would pull off another big one!

Tail: "Giao! Tail wants to parachute too! T.T"

Gully-running Mole: "Damn! Green with envy!"

Elena: "Envy won’t help, we can’t just throw our armored trucks in there. (funny)"

Pick up trash 99 level: "I’m from the Burning Corps too! Why didn’t you take me! Angry! (frustrated)"

WC truly has Mosquitoes: "You’re too fat, bro. Your plane couldn’t fit you!"

Pick up trash 99 level: "Damn it! Tell me honestly, do I look fat?"

Corner old six: "Damn it! Who packed my parachute! I nearly broke the rope without it opening! Smacked right on my head! QAQ"

Sniper Bai: "Crying, same for me, the chute wouldn’t open no matter what!"

WC truly has Mosquitoes: "Stop bullshitting! I checked every single parachute pack, it’s absolutely impossible for there to be a problem with the parachutes. Don’t blame me every time something goes wrong! Night jumps are prone to accidents, if you don’t have the skill, don’t open your chute at a low altitude! If you don’t trust it, next time pack it yourself!"

Corner old six: "Big bro, I was wrong! QAQ"

Sniper Bai: "Don’t be like that, boss! Help a kid out! TAT"

Crow: "Ha ha ha ha! Noob! Ha ha ha ha! Wimp! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"

Night Ten: "Dying of laughter!"

The forum was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The players who had successfully landed were bragging and exaggerating their stories, describing how they had broken through enemy encirclements and finally met up with their teammates.

The players who hadn’t landed successfully were also busy, but their posts were of a completely different style.

Seeing the players so excited, Chu Guang also genuinely felt happy for them.

At this moment, he held two combat reports in his hands.

It wasn’t just the Burning Corps that achieved remarkable results.

A few hours ago, around three o’clock in the morning, the Death Legion at the Pine Forest front line also secured impressive victories...