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Chapter 598: Alley Battle in Brocade River City!

Chapter 598: Chapter 598: Alley Battle in Brocade River City!

What Jia En hadn’t expected was that the Alliance’s intense offensive had persisted for three whole days.

During those three days, light infantry clutching rifles had infiltrated from several northern entrances into Jinhe City’s urban area, engaging in fierce firefights with his tribe in the streets and corridors of abandoned buildings.

During this period, both sides had sustained considerable casualties.

According to reports from his warriors, over a thousand tribespeople had died in street battles with United Human soldiers, among them some who had undergone biomechanical enhancements.

Of course, the Alliance’s casualties were also significant.

Bodies had piled into small mounds at alley entrances, blood had nearly dyed the entire road red.

Yet those people fought on as if they were fearless, charging forward non-stop, firing their guns, and shouting words they could not understand.

To tell the truth, Jia En was somewhat bewildered.

It would have been one thing if the survivors from Jinhe City were involved – it wouldn’t be completely impossible for those sheep to become desperate enough to risk their lives to take theirs.

But those lunatics to the north... When had he ever provoked them?

Except for that one time at Dusty Town.

But that settlement wasn’t Alliance territory, was it?

As Jia En was brooding, the tent flap was lifted, and a mutant with a broad back and a bear-like build walked in and declared with a fist salute.

"Chief."

This man’s name was Delu, a warrior personally named by Jia En, who was also a leader of thousands in the tribe.

When the Alliance troops attacked, it was his tribe that first exchanged fire with them, and the combat zone coincided with their stationed location, so Jia En had ordered him to take command of the front lines.

For the mutants, it didn’t really matter who commanded.

After all, most of the green-skinned creatures didn’t grasp the concept of following commands; you just gave them weapons and told them where the enemy was, and that was that.

So even if the appointment of the commander was a bit hasty, it didn’t really impact the mutants of the Qi Tribe.

Jia En looked at Delu, who stood in the tent, and spoke with a dignified tone.

"What is it?"

Face to face with the leader of the entire tribe, Delu reported sonorously.

"The intensity of the Alliance’s assault has lessened, both their firepower and manpower have diminished compared to the first day. From this morning until noon, we repelled their attacks thrice, and our position remains as solid as ever... I can feel that they are about to break."

Jia En’s face lit up upon hearing this, though his expression remained impassive, as he coldly curved his lips and spoke with a hint of mockery.

"These weaklings, they can’t hold up after just three days?"

He had previously thought highly of those folks.

It seemed he had overestimated them.

Delu nodded, continuing robustly.

"Chief, I believe now is our chance to counterattack. If we muster our courage and reclaim the positions they took from us, those feeble bipeds will undoubtedly lose the will to continue fighting!"

Jia En pondered for a moment, feeling that there was some sense to it.

They had already inflicted heavy casualties on the Alliance, and the weakening of their offensive was the best proof.

Now was the time to exert a bit more force and tear through the shaky defenses of that group, and soon they would scatter out of the city like a broken dam.

With this thought, Jia En hesitated no longer, immediately ordering.

"I’ll give you thirty armed transport vehicles, a thousand brothers, and twenty tons of ammunition. Make sure to reclaim yesterday’s lost positions before the sun sets!"

Upon hearing this, Delu’s eyes lit up with joy, his brows relaxing as he clenched his fists loyally and declared.

"By your command! Delu will not disappoint you, Chief!"

"Repay me with the heads of those bipeds," Jia En said, grinning cruelly at Delu in front of him, "Now go. I want to see their heads piled into a mountain."

Delu respectfully accepted the order.

"Yes!"

...

Elsewhere, in the northern urban area of Jinhe City.

Next to a half-collapsed overpass, the Silver Corps, which had pushed deep into the mutant battlefront, was engaged in intense gunfire with the mutants defending the area.

Compared to the decisive advances of the front-line Corps, the habitually lackluster Silver Corps was lagging behind, of course.

But you couldn’t blame Silver Sword, Silver Hand, and Silver Daddy, the three silly namesakes, for being ineffective – their Corps was just filled with too many rookies.

If the new recruits met the standards to join the Death Legion and there happened to be a spot open, they generally wouldn’t be jumping to join their Corps.

Big Corps had the advantage of seasoned players leading and more benefits, whereas small Corps offered nothing, and might even come with the nuisance of in-group politics.

Not to mention that their Corps leader was called Silver Daddy; wouldn’t that nominally add another ’father’ to their ranks?

Silver Sword was grinding his teeth at this thought.

That damn thing had promised to be everyone’s shield when setting up his account, but then he immediately switched his shield for ’daddy.’

Is that a proper thing to do?

Of course, he himself was not much better; he had initially set out to train an Agility Type, but then impulsively switched to Strength after seeing everyone on the Forum hype-up the Strength Type.

In the end, only Silver Hand kept his word.

At that moment, Silver Daddy, pinned down by fire, yelled.

"Old Sword! The machine gun fire ahead is too fierce! Come up with something!"

"Damn it, why don’t you come up with something yourself?!"

"I’m pinned down!"

"%¥#@!"

A light machine gun was mounted on a broken window, rat-a-tat-tat firing towards the Silver Corps’s position, pinning a few rookies who had just made it to cover behind an overturned billboard, unable to move; Silver Daddy was the one leading the team.

From a distance of over a hundred meters, the players could not see where the mutant was, and likewise, the mutant couldn’t see them either, just randomly spraying based on where his comrades were shouting.

In urban combat, these mutants were fairly skilled, although they appeared dull, they did not neglect tactical details.

But—

Their opponent obviously wasn’t easy to deal with either.

Leading a four-man squad, Silver Sword gritted his teeth as he took a detour to approach within fifty or sixty meters of the side flank of the enemy’s firing position, squatting beside a damaged wall.

He roughly estimated the distance.

He took the RPG launcher off his back, quickly loaded a fragmentation grenade, and pulled the trigger aiming at the muzzle flashes shimmering through the fog.

"RPG!"

He bellowed, infusing the rocket dragging white smoke with power as he watched it blast into the faintly visible window.

An orange-yellow flame twinkled in the fog, and he vaguely saw something get blown away.

The machine gun fire stopped.

The troops behind were finally able to push forward.

Silver Sword was about to throw a punch in excitement when he turned back and saw a newbie lying flat on his back in the shape of a "big character" on the ground.

His eyes bulged, and he quickly crouched down to slap the fellow’s face.

"What the fuck?! What’s wrong, bro?"

The guy was still out of it, while the two other newbies exchanged glances, and one of them said with a helpless laugh.

"He... got blasted by the backblast from your rocket launcher."

The other one also nodded, adding an explanation.

"He caught it right in the forehead; I even heard a ’bang’."

Silver Sword almost choked on his own spit, and the person on the ground finally came to.

Looking at the guy’s bewildered face, Silver Sword said with a bitter laugh.

"No, brother, this is a recoilless gun, why the hell were you standing behind me?!"

That he wasn’t sent directly to his maker was lucky indeed.

The guy lying on the ground scratched the back of his head with a sheepish chuckle.

"I...I just wanted to learn how to aim with this thing."

"Pfft—"

Silver Sword was about to give him a piece of his mind when suddenly, a floodlight lit up in the distance.

He saw a wide vehicle front wired with barbed wires emerge from the fog, accompanied by a deafening roar of the engine.

Seeing that six-barreled Gatling gun aimed straight at them and the green face full of horizontal flesh behind the welded steel plates, Silver Sword’s complexion instantly changed.

"Scatter!"

He had barely managed to roar before whistling bullets swept over them, instantly turning two of the squad members into pieces of meat that smeared across the hulls of the abandoned vehicles.

Silver Sword was scared into a cold sweat as well.

Tracers flew by, narrowly missing his arm.

Fortunately, his reflexes were quick; he used all his strength to crash through the damaged window and hide in a storefront on the side of the street.

The newbie lying on the ground narrowly escaped death and, covered in bits of flesh and blood, crawled into a display window.

Spitting out a bloody saliva, the newbie said with a laugh and cry.

"Bro, didn’t we agree on taking heads cleanly?"

He felt...

That they were having such a hard time fighting.

"I..."

For a moment Silver Sword was both annoyed and amused, unsure what to say.

Indeed, it was their Army’s leader who had said that, and nothing was wrong about it.

But he didn’t expect that these newcomers truly had no common sense, completely newbie fresh meat!

He couldn’t really blame the guy; he suppressed his irritation and patiently comforted him.

"It can’t be helped; we just happened to hit the fiercest line of defense. Once we get across here, it’ll be smooth sailing."

But to be fair, the mutants of Jinhe City really were different from the ones elsewhere, not just with the fierce automated firepower but also the vehicles modified with welded steel plates.

Although the road conditions in the urban area were terrible, these green skins had lived in the city for so many years, and they knew almost every passable route like the back of their hand; the vehicles seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

Moreover, the foggy weather prevented airplanes from providing effective ground support; they had to rely on portable anti-tank equipment to exchange fire with the other side.

He heard that the Skeleton Corps was on their way from City of Dawn.

Once the Alliance’s armored units arrived, the resistance to their advance should lessen considerably.

The newbie seemed to be sensible, nodding excitedly.

"Alright, big bro, I trust you!"

To be honest, even though it was tough fighting alongside this guy, he found it quite thrilling.

Ignoring the deadweight, Silver Sword tapped on the VM and shouted into the headset.

"...Silver Hand, Silver Daddy, this is Silver Sword! An off-road vehicle has passed us by, they might be heading to your flank."

"That thing has pretty fierce firepower; watch out!"

There was only static in the communication channel, and no reply for a long time.

Feeling something was off, Silver Sword immediately opened the communication list and, sure enough, saw the no signal icon, cursing under his breath as he cut off the communication.

"Damn it!"

The newbie swallowed and asked.

"What now?"

"Signal jam! Must be some kind of vehicle-mounted jamming device on that car!"

Silver Sword grabbed the RPG launcher, stepped over the window sill studded with glass shards, looked in the direction the vehicle had left, and gritted his teeth.

"We must catch up to it!"

Chasing the exhaust of the off-road vehicle with the remnants of his team, Silver Sword rushed toward the position where the main body of the Silver Corps was stationed.

However, hopelessly, two legs could never be faster than four speeding wheels; catching up was impossible.

And then—

A gruesome scene unfolded.

The Silver Corps was taking cover on the streets, exchanging intense fire with the Mutants when suddenly an off-road vehicle burst into their flank.

There was no time to react; the Gatling Gun began to rattle off a burst of fire and Silver Daddy had just wanted to shout for everyone to run, when he was instantly turned into a heap of shredded flesh.

"Daddy!!!" Silver Sword let out a heart-wrenching cry and picked up the RPG from the ground, firing a rocket in retaliation.

The smoke-trailing rocket shot straight and hit the welded steel plate in front of the Gatling Gun.

The exploding metal spray covered the Mutant’s face with debris; the creature’s face emitted black smoke as it howled in pain, tumbling off the off-road vehicle.

But soon, a strong right hand reached out from the cabin, grabbed the Gatling Gun that was missing half of its bulletproof plate, and continued to rattle off rounds at the Silver Corps’ position.

The whistling tracers tore through the fog, creating a hurricane-like effect, and the Silver Corps, under fire from two directions, quickly suffered heavy casualties.

Moreover, due to the shielding car, they couldn’t call for indirect fire support from the Steel Heart nor could they summon the air force for close support.

Watching the incoming tide of Mutant Corps, Silver Hand still in the position shouted through the dropped megaphone, "Retreat! Retreat!"

This was probably the Alliance’s only retreat in the past three days.

But he had no other choice.

Failing to stop the opposing vehicle was a tactical blunder; yet even without this mistake, they could not have held on much longer.

It was clear that the enemy was concentrating forces to launch a counterattack and had chosen their location as the breakthrough point to turn the tide of the battle.

This was a strategic decision.

If they did not retreat, everyone would fall here, and the outcome would not change.

Hearing the shouts from the position, the rookie following Silver Sword swallowed hard.

"We should retreat too."

Silver Sword looked up into the sky and sighed, and suddenly handed over all his equipment, including the VM, RPG launcher, and the ammo bag he carried on his back, to the rookie.

The rookie, completely bewildered, received the pile of equipment and looked at him.

"Buddy, what are you doing?"

"Take the VM back for me, and the rest is for you to play with."

"And... what about you?"

"...See you in three days!"

Silver Sword chambered his rifle and took a heroically tragic step forward, leaving an indomitable silhouette for the rookie to remember.

The Alliance’s positions had been advancing for these three days—they were the only ones pushed back. Even if it was excusable, he couldn’t face his brothers after falling back.

"For the glory of the Alliance!!"

"Not while I live will I let you take the position!"

He charged toward the Mutants flooding in like a tide, and soon after a thunderous explosion, he vanished into the vast smoke...

The rookie stared in shock, his eyes filling with respect.

"Good brother..."

"I’ll definitely not let you down next time!"

Not daring to linger, he hurriedly ran toward the rear positions.

Not far from him, Qi from the Qi Tribe watched the splattered remains on the ground, his heart pounding furiously.

He had watched the human emerge from the fog, kill one of his tent mates, and detonate the bomb he carried.

Scorching blood splattered across his face and into his mouth.

It was the first time the taste of food he once craved burned his mouth, prompting him to instinctively spit out the blood.

At this moment, Qi saw their leader, Delu, step forward, raising his rifle high and roaring with a gruff voice, "Victory!"

The whole street echoed with deafening cheers.

"Victory!!"

"Aoaoao!"

In three days, they had recaptured two kilometers of territory and finally won a satisfying battle, seizing a street back from the Alliance.

Even if the street was only a dozen meters wide and a hundred meters long.

Whether it was the younger grunts newly arrived at the frontline or the old hands who had been struggling there for three days, all were thrilled at this moment.

However, Qi felt no joy in his heart; he always felt that these humans were different from those he had eaten before.

But seeing his excited brothers, he roared along with them, pouring his unease into the roar.

Could it really be that smooth?

He did not know.

But this was a battle that would decide the survival of their species, a war between different species.

And there was no other path to take...

...

On the afternoon of the third day of the Alliance’s ground assault on the Mutant tribe in Jinhe City, the Mutants, who had been hiding behind defensive lines, finally launched their first large-scale counterattack.

The Alliance’s positions faced significant pressure everywhere.

And after a concentrated assault, the Qi Tribe’s forces finally tore a breach at one point in the Alliance’s defenses.

However, the total collapse of the defensive line that Delu and Jia En had anticipated didn’t happen.

Almost at the same time as a gap appeared in the line, the Alliance skillfully contracted their defenses with incredible speed and established a new offensive position near a deserted department store building.

They seemed well-prepared for this, even anticipating where issues might arise.

Silver Hand crouched with a gloomy face behind a newly stacked sandbag barricade,

both of his good brothers were gone, and including the new recruits, the corps was left with less than ten men, so they temporarily mixed in with the Burning Corps brothers.

Crouched beside him, Quit Smoking chuckled and teased,

"You guys are really unlucky, just as those beasts were looking for a comeback, they picked on you."

"Ah!"

Silver Hand sighed and deftly shifted the blame,

"It’s all because those rookies are too good at getting killed! If I saw such an easy target lying there, I’d pick it up and squeeze it too."

A newcomer who picked up another lease on life by following him heard this and immediately got upset,

"Damn! How is this our fault? Who the hell boasted about taking us under their wing?"

"That’s right!" another guy with his arm in a sling also shouted.

Ignoring his own brothers’ complaints, Silver Hand pretended nothing had happened and turned to the grinning Quit Smoking Brother and asked,

"So, when are we going to strike back? Those damned brutes even dare to hit us back, they’re asking for it!"

Quit Smoking laughed and said,

"No rush, our commander has already discussed with the leaders of a few neighboring corps. They confidently struck back, so let’s give them a taste of success first."

Silver Hand puzzledly said,

"Why not just charge forward and rush them?"

Quit Smoking shook his head,

"These folks are different from the Looters, they’re more like something in between Variants and Looters, both brutal and sly. Push too hard and they’ll all hide in their shelters, refusing to come out, which would make things increasingly tough. Better to pull back a bit, show them a glimmer of hope, then let the pigs in and slaughter them!"

Silver Hand’s eyes lit up,

"That’s a great plan! Which crafty old fox thought of it?"

Too cunning indeed!

Quit Smoking let out a chuckle,

"Who in our corps do you think fits the bill of a crafty old fox?"

Silver Hand grinned,

"I got it."

At that moment, Fang Chang, who was pondering over the map on the frontline, sneezed and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

It must be his beloved Dolly thinking of him.

After this battle is over, he really should go back and spend some quality time with her...

...

At the same time, on the bridge of the Iron Heart.

Chu Guang, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, was looking down at the hazy battlefield through several holographic screens.

In three days, even though the Alliance frontline had only pushed forward two kilometers, and had even retreated a few hundred meters back, the damage inflicted on the living forces of the Mutants was astonishing.

According to the report summarized by Xiao Qi, up to now, they had killed a total of 1207 Mutant Soldiers, including 411 cybernetically enhanced Mutants, and had recovered 217 modified cybernetic bodies to send to Huge Rock Military Industry for analysis.

In addition, a total of 219 captives, who had been imprisoned by the Mutants, were rescued and were currently being accommodated in the mobile base underneath the Steel Heart.

A small portion of these people were Wasteland Wanderers, but most were residents from nearby settlements like the Pinecone Wood Farmstead, and were heavily addicted to Nago, like puppets with severed strings—just the sight of them was chilling.

Putting the captives aside for now, the number of Mutant kills continued to rise, and some unconfirmed kills needed to be verified and would have to wait until the frontline advanced further.

Most of the kills, thus far, were contributed by the veteran players; the newbies who had just joined the Game in the last two months mostly went up for the excitement.

But Chu Guang didn’t see this as a pointless sacrifice.

On the contrary, it was the newbies’ successive rushes towards death that gave the Mutants the wrong impression that they could counterattack.

Therefore, despite such heavy casualties, they still maintained an aggressive combat strategy in their defense and even boldly charged towards the Alliance’s established positions within the urban area.

To those guys, it probably seemed like the Alliance’s offense was waning.

After all, the number of newbies participating on the third day was significantly less than on the first.

Watching the urban area outside the window, flickering with firelight, the corner of Chu Guang’s lips curled up in a faint smile.

Tomorrow would be the fourth day; those who fell on the first day would soon begin to respawn, and they’d come back with both the experience gained from death and the hatred from withdrawal symptoms.

Soon these green-skinned brutes would realize just how foolish their confidence was, and the large-scale assault from three days before would be repeated.

And this time—

The real nightmare would begin!

Sitting on Chu Guang’s shoulder, Xiao Qi rubbed her cheek and muttered quietly,

"Master, your smile looks so much like that of a villain."

Chu Guang casually responded,

"It doesn’t matter, I’m smiling at the window, no one sees it."

"Oh, I see."

Xiao Qi, surprised yet impressed, looked up at his profile with stars in her eyes, her admiration deepening.

No one could fault their master.

He even had a plan for these minor details!

That’s too meticulous!

---

(Here’s a recommendation for a new book, "Rewind 06". Fans of rebirth stories can give it a follow and add it to their collections, it’s written by one of our fellow readers!)

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