This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 728: Battle of Ten Peaks Mountain!

Chapter 728: Chapter 728: Battle of Ten Peaks Mountain!

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...

Beneath Ten Peaks Mountain.

The riverbed was sending up wisps of steam.

The boiling flames were like The Sun crashing down to the surface, instantly evaporating a nearly hundred-meter-wide stretch of the river!

Both banks, originally lush and verdant with reeds, were all turned to plant ash, floating up slowly with the smoke from the explosion.

A huge crater was imprinted right in the middle of the hundred-meter-wide river channel, and the shockwave from the explosion swept out to a distance of a kilometer!

As for the Mutants who had been standing there, they were blown to ashes without a trace left behind.

Only that guy lying on the riverbank still had the strength to whine and wail.

But that was all.

A Mutant Corps of a thousand, caught entirely off guard and vanquished in an instant!

And the dwarves who had charged in with the green-skinned big guys suffered even more casualties!

Hiding behind a protruding rock halfway up the mountain and overlooking the Battlefield, Difficult for the strong was dumbfounded.

He’d believe it if someone said it was caused by a comet collision.

Although it was not a nuclear weapon, its power seemed to differ little from some of the low-yield tactical nuclear weapons.

Even considering the depth of the crater, the power against fixed fortifications might even surpass conventional nuclear arms!

After all, yield and destructive effect are related, but not the same, taking into account the type of damage, the medium of transmission, as well as the radius of destruction and energy decay, etc.

Watching the crater slowly filling up with water, he silently drew a symbol of the self-invented Big Horn Rat Religion on his chest, muttering "Mama ye, mama ye."

Praying for Trash-kun for half a second...

...

The one peeping wasn’t only the little old rat halfway up the mountain, but also a Research Ship floating ten kilometers away.

Watching the rising pillar of thick smoke hundreds of meters high, Yang Kai clicked his tongue lightly as he sat in the driver’s seat, with a dismissive sneer on his face.

"What an impressive thing... a barbarian’s toy."

It was as he expected.

The charge of this 902mm shell probably came from a makeshift modification of an orbital anti-armor torpedo used by the star cruisers.

In space warfare, the destructive effect of nuclear weapons is quite limited. Especially when deflection shields can effectively resist neutron radiation, the only remaining effect is the pitiful thermal radiation.

Therefore, when the United Human designed weapons for the fleet, the warheads for explosives and guided weapons primarily focused on chemical explosives that carried oxidizers and had high expansion rates and fast detonation velocities.

Such weapons were mainly used to deal with densely packed subentities and carry out orbital bombardment missions.

It seemed that the people of Weilante had inherited the relevant technology and modified it with their own ideas, creating this thing that was a mix of the primitive and the advanced.

To say it was embarrassing, yes, the charge in the warhead did have some merit. To say it was advanced, the firing mechanism was something that ancient people from the late Industrial Era or early Atomic Energy Era could have made.

Perhaps, these Weilante folks only had one chance to conquer the world.

That would be if they waited until two centuries later.

By the time Ideal City collapses in a life of decadent delusion, by the time the Academy has completed its preparations to leave this star system, and by the time all the old-era refuges left on this land have perished, with nothing from the Era of Prosperity appearing on this land anymore.

Then, powered by their immense industrial and war capabilities, the Weilante might quickly unify the entire planet and then establish a military, xenophobic New People’s Alliance dominated by the Weilante as the principal ethnic group, declaring the end of the Wasteland Era...

Indeed, such a possibility existed in Doctor Conclusion’s deductions, but no one knew how probable it was.

Having collected the data from the explosion, Yang Kai finally managed to connect, despite significant delays and data loss, to the Academy headquarters located in the Wandering swamp via the series of communication relays he had set up along the way.

"...As planned, the Alliance’s frontline forces have encountered the Torch Church’s frontline forces. It seems there is no suspense in the battle. Unless something unexpected occurs, they should be able to finish the fight in two hours."

After a brief wait, a calm and dignified voice came through the communication channel.

"Has the Torch Church shown their trump card?"

He was the Academy’s Chief Technical Officer, the highest leader of the Academy, and also the highest leader of the Science Committee Board, the direct superior of the four grand secretaries, directly responsible to Doctor Conclusion.

It could even be said that in Doctor Conclusion’s absence, he was the projection of Doctor Conclusion’s will.

"Some modified Variants and some inferior breeds, probably something new from the Torch... if that can be called their trump card," reported Yang Kai earnestly, his tone respectful as if he were a student.

"Never underestimate our opponents or competitors," he said meaningfully, having detected the slight disdain hidden behind the respect. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "This is a valuable experimental opportunity. I need you to collect any data you can, whether it’s our people, other participants from the Allied forces, whether they are an Army, corporate entities... or the Alliance itself."

Many years ago, even before the Army’s Expeditionary Army launched its eastward campaign, the Academy, with its tendrils spread across the Central Continent, had already set its sights on the Torch, and the deeper they delved into the organization, the more wary they became.

If it could be said that the Enlightenment Society exploited the dark side of human nature and despair in the face of the Wasteland, then the Torch exploited every idealistic person’s despair of human nature.

Their perversion was not just in technology but also so widespread in influence that even the short-sighted Waste Land Wanderers could become their potential targets for assimilation.

If the people of Weilante were to come out on top in this race, it would merely be a shift in the materialistic ideology of human civilization towards militaristic xenophobia or militaristic authoritarianism.

But if these people win the race, the whole planet might turn into a beehive-like entity resembling "Gaia," and humanity would achieve their so-called "ascension," becoming a new species with a unified consciousness and formidable physical bodies.

What was terrifying to consider was that something similar might have occurred on the planet Gaia before.

After all, according to research documents provided by the colony, before the Gaia consciousness emerged, there seemed to have been a highly developed civilization on that planet, similar to the mid-Era of Prosperity of the United Human...

In other words, if the many forces on the Wasteland continued their internal struggles, these people might actually stand a chance of winning!

Weighing risks and rewards, the Academy made a series of arrangements to curb the expansion of the Torch, including covertly supporting local Survivor Forces in the River Valley Province and guiding the Alliance to advance southward, among others.

According to the original plan, the local Survivor Forces in River Valley Province would launch an offensive against the Torch Church in the year 214 or 215 of the Wasteland Era.

However, due to the introduction of many variables, including the activation of Shelter No. 404, the Pioneer incident, the resurgence of the Army Eastward Expansion Faction, the Bone Chewing Chaos, and the Battle of Falling Leaves, the original plan deviated from its trajectory. Not only was the Academy, which had originally intended only to interfere indirectly in regional affairs, directly involved, but it even led the three major powers to reunite, previously indifferent to the conflict.

It’s hard to say whether this is good or bad.

For the Academy, at least, this was an opportunity for a peek.

They could see how other forces beyond the Wandering Swamp had developed over the past century and a half...

After listening to the instructions of the Chief Technical Officer, Yang Kai’s expression became solemn, and he dispelled any contempt in his heart, saying respectfully,

"As you command."

...

While Difficult for the strong rushed to the official website to console (mock) the Trash Lord, Gray, who had just charged to the foot of the mountain, had a look of bewilderment and panic on his ugly face.

Thousands had swarmed out from beneath the mountain peaks of Weifu City, yet by the time it reached the foot of the mountain, the first few hundred brothers who had descended seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The blood had been baked dry into blackness, with broken arms scattered about like reed sticks.

Even the Wei River seemed to have narrowed by a section, and deepened more than a bit...

A scalding spit rolled down his throat, swallowing the blood and fear at his mouth, and the panic on Gray’s face was quickly replaced by a flaming rage, his gums bared as red as fresh blood.

Humans! They all deserve to die!

Watching the shadows that grew closer in the distance, it raised its head and let out a roar to drive away the fear.

"Spread out! Charge!"

Although more than half were dead or injured, these guys were Mutants after all, their very flesh the byproduct of the unfinished Singularity level technology "Perfect Life Forms"!

The Torch Church had further modified them, endowing them with formidable strength on top of their original organic bodies!

Gray, clutching a shotgun, charged ahead, leading by example, with his steel feet leaving deep indentations on the ground.

Inspired by that roar, the dazed Mutants shook their heads clear, reached out their blood-soaked arms to pick up the rifles that had fallen to the ground, and charged once more at the distant train and the oncoming Death Legion, crossing the nearly dried-up creek!

Then—

The beasts that made it to the northern shore witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives.

One Dead Claw after another sprinted across the Earth, swift and forceful steps kicking up a storm of dust.

That kicked up dust formed a rolling torrent in the sky.

The Mutants, having just regained their courage, contorted their faces back into panic.

Before they could react, a spray of long orange traces, like locusts, swarmed toward them.

20mm Armor Piercing Incendiary Bullets, though less vicious than 19mm Exploding Arrow Bullets, were still not something flesh and blood could withstand.

The shot Mutants fell to the ground howling, having barely stood up before being crushed back down into the muddy riverbanks.

Dodging the oncoming bullets with innate battle instincts, Gray charged forward with meteoric strides, his shotgun spitting out long tongues of fire as he roared furiously.

"Die—!"

"Everyone, die!"

Those gunshots and roars were deafening, but seemed somewhat pale amidst the earth-shattering thunder.

The thundering of the beasts grew closer.

When he finally locked eyes with those amber pupils, he felt a cold shiver deep into his marrow.

Claws of Death!

They’re riding on Claws of Death!

While on the train, he couldn’t see a thing and only thought there might be some human contraptions up there, never expecting humans to have tamed such terrifying Variants!

It was too late to dodge!

He stuffed an armor-piercing incendiary bullet of the same caliber into the chamber and sprayed it at the nearest Dead Claw.

The incendiary shell smashed towards the Dead Claw’s head but was caught by the side of another Dead Claw’s mouth, which twisted its neck and threw it away.

The grenade exploded in the air, and shrapnel flying over from a dozen meters away scraped onto the exoskeleton like gua sha.

Watching this incredible scene, Gray’s eyes bulged almost out of their sockets.

Clearly, it did not understand how a neural connection device combined with an Intelligence System player could pull off such an outrageously skilled operation.

Watching the Mutant holding a scattergun, Edge Shoveling charged straight ahead on his Claw of Death, not dodging in the slightest.

Gray only felt a gust of wind coming his way, then his three-meter-tall body was like getting hit by a train, lifting off and flying backward.

"Ah—!"

Before its scream could leave its mouth, the triangular bayonet hanging on the cavalry gun pierced through its chest like lightning, hoisting it up midair.

Gray felt as though it had become a rag, violently thrown away.

Before it even hit the ground, it saw a gaping maw snap up at it, instantly severing its consciousness.

"Crunch—!"

That head burst like a squashed tomato, red and white oozing out of the Claw of Death’s mouth.

The Mutants on the battlefield all stared, dumbfounded.

They watched as their leader, like a grasshopper in front of a rolling wheel, was ground into a pulp.

Unable to bear the fear any longer, the Mutants, who had just regained some morale, completely collapsed and, driven by instinct, began to scatter and flee.

However, they obviously did not realize just how foolish it was to break and run from a cavalry charge. And these riders were not on horses but the Wasteland’s fastest Hunters!

Their very fear of death accelerated their demise!

Letting out a thrilling howl of satisfaction, the Claws of Death, stimulated by blood and slaughter, became even more ferocious, running forward with even greater fervor.

Seeing the Mutants’ escape, the players quickly swapped their weapons, hanging their 20mm "cavalry guns" on the backs of the Claws of Death and picking up "Whirlwind" grenade launchers and "Town Guard" scatterguns.

At this moment, the bloody melee was just beginning!

At the same time, at a military base not far away, the soldiers of the Southern Construction Corps were looking toward the roar and tumult of the battlefield.

Among them, many had participated in battles against the Tide, and some from the Iron Tower Organization had fought the Mutants face-to-face. After joining the Southern Construction Corps, they constantly faced the threat of Mutants.

Even so, they had never seen such an awe-inspiring sight!

Those formidable, fiendish green-skinned big guys were like chickens awaiting slaughter, chased everywhere by residents of the refuge riding on Claws of Death.

"Great Antler God above..." Bit swallowed, his pupils shimmering with shock and surprise.

Compared to these folks, their own stand against the Tide on the streets seemed like a joke...

And indeed, the reality was not far off.

They heard that the battle in "North Suburb" was truly brutal, most of the pressure was borne by the brothers from the City of Dawn, and it was them who finally raided the Central City Hive.

The former member of the Iron Tower Organization, Li Jinrong, stood to the side, his face also revealing a look of shock.

Especially when he saw those mutants turning in fear to jump into the river and flee, his expression resembled that of finding something inconceivable.

Mutants can feel fear too!

They are not invincible; faced with more formidable foes, they would also run away in fear!

An invisible spark of hope was burning in his pupils.

His homeland still had hope!

...

The battle ended swiftly.

It was over much faster than an observer had predicted; it did not even take half an hour, let alone two, for the brothers of the Death Legion to drown the mutants in the river. If a head surfaced, a knife would be thrust into it, or they would be shot in the head outright.

Only a handful of mutants who fled back to the South Shore survived, and they were all bitten in the throat by the pursuing Claw of Death.

The crimson blood even reddened the river as corpse after corpse in dark green was washed downstream.

Looking at the narrowed Wei River, Edge Shoveling, who was standing on the North Shore, couldn’t help but click his tongue.

"It seems the Army’s strength is not to be underestimated..."

The power of this single artillery shell was nearly equivalent to a salvo of rocket artillery!

If it was a full artillery barrage, then perhaps not much would be left of a fortress like Bister Town...

Of course, logistics were another matter.

Five-ton shells could likely only be transported by train or anti-gravity airships, and the materials and labor consumed in producing such items could probably build a T1 tank!

The 902mm caliber was a sign of power but also not without an element of showing off.

In the end, such a thing was certainly much more costly than a Clone Infantry’s bayonet charge...

"Hmm..."

Looking at the bodies lying on the South Shore of the Wei River, the construction site boy and the brick nodded solemnly.

Although today’s Alliance was no longer the same as before, it had to be admitted that they were still some way behind those old-timers who had been leading for a century and a half.

Being able to catch up in limited areas was already no small feat. There was no need for self-deprecation, but neither should they be blindly arrogant. The Alliance’s strongest card was never about caliber, technology, or economy, but the hearts of people united.

The residents of Ideal City were willing to give up comfortable lives to become ordinary teachers in the City of Dawn, and the researchers of the Academy were willing to forgo their tickets to the future to help them start from scratch in the City of Dawn. Even the Weilante People who had been captured by them, many abandoned the pride flowing in their veins and chose a more noble ideal.

Now he somewhat understood why the Manager had allocated those two cannons for their use.

And that it was used in the first battle.

They needed to understand the opponent, learn from them, and ultimately surpass them, instead of becoming even more arrogant than their adversaries.

Not far away, a group of men in military uniform approached.

The leader, with a look of reverence in his eyes, came to the side and saluted.

"I am Li Jinrong."

He did not dismount from the Claw of Death, as the fight was not yet over.

Edge Shoveling looked at him and smiled, his right fist resting against his chest as he returned the salute.

"The commander of the Death Legion, Edge."

At those words, Li Jinrong was instantly surprised, with even more respect showing on his face as he said excitedly,

"I have heard of your exploits. I heard you’ve been in numerous battles, always leading the charge, and each time you come back unharmed!"

Hearing this rather flattering remark, Edge Shoveling felt a bit embarrassed.

He hadn’t always come back unscathed.

Among all the players, he was one of those who had died quite often, to the extent that his level was nearly not making it to T1.

But that was not the point—the "Player Manual" was!

Laughing it off, Edge Shoveling said with a smile,

"Don’t mention it, it’s all thanks to technology, technology... just think of us as having turned it on."

Technology?

Turned on?

Li Jinrong was taken aback, not quite understanding, but he didn’t make much of it and just smiled and said,

"We have prepared accommodations for you, please follow us to our camp for rest!"

The entire Weifu Military Base was built to accommodate 100,000 people, not only the Alliance troops, but other Allied forces could also be stationed here.

After taking Ten Peaks Mountain, this became the logistical hub of the Alliance Army.

Hearing that reinforcements were coming, they had long prepared bedding and delicacies, just waiting for the brothers from the City of Dawn to arrive.

Edge Shoveling laughed heartily but declined the kindness.

"No need, our station is on the mountain up ahead! Once you see our flag hoisted on top of that mountain, send the goods up!"

"The mountain?" Li Jinrong was stunned for a moment, looking hesitantly at the crowd eager to go, then opened his mouth in surprise, "You guys plan to..."

Edge Shoveling grinned, casting his gaze towards the distant peaks, squinting his eyes.

"The Manager said,"

"Show some spirit from the Alliance, don’t let our distant friends think little of us!"

Having said that, he turned to his brothers stationed on the North Shore and waved the "Cavalry Gun" in his hand forward.

"Brothers! Follow me up the mountain! Let’s plant our flag on their summit!"

The crowd, briefly rested, erupted into a thunderous Battle Roar at his words.

"Woah woah woah!"

Soon after the group crossed the river with great momentum, Debt Giant Eye finally arrived, gasping for breath.

"Damn it! I’m exhausted!"

Behind him, about a hundred fat and stocky men followed, walking in an unsteady manner.

After nearly half a year of gluttonous feeding, these guys could no longer be seen as frail; each one was as fat as a "meat mountain."

Panting and propping himself on his knees, Debt Giant Eye looked around for a bit and saw not a single teammate’s shadow, just a few men in military uniforms standing there with puzzled looks on their faces.

Not caring much, he asked,

"Where are they? Those on the dogs!"

Li Jinrong pointed blankly toward the mountains and stared straight at the group’s physical presence.

Debt Giant Eye looked up at the distance and then at the river before him, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Why don’t you guys build a bridge?"

Li Jinrong gave a bitter smile.

"There are mutants up in the mountains... If we rush to build the bridge, won’t we just be causing trouble for ourselves? However, we have all the materials ready; it’ll be quick to build."

"Forget it, forget it... I’ll fix it later. You guys go bring the materials over."

Li Jinrong nodded and quickly led his subordinates toward the direction of their base.

Thinking that he couldn’t catch up anyway, and it would be better to help collect the spoils of war, Debt Giant Eye simply didn’t pursue and shouted back.

"Lads, dinner time—damn, I haven’t even given the order yet, how come you’re all already eating?"

...

The northernmost peak of Ten Peaks Mountain is called Weifu Mountain, and Weifu City is named after both the mountain and the Wei River.

Now, the wasteland at the foot of Weifu Mountain inherits the name of the old Weifu City, including the previously disappeared Weifu Estate.

As for the mutants on Weifu Mountain, most are from the Stonehorn Clan.

The eighty miles of bone road boasted a "contribution" from them, and behind every bone buried in the mountain lay a line of shocking blood and tears.

The mutants made square towers out of human skulls and watchtowers and barracks out of femurs, flaunting their savagery and bravery.

But now, these demons and fiends had finally bitten off more than they could chew.

Humans riding the Claws of Death climbed up, and their methods of fighting were extremely brutal. In a matter of breaths, they shattered the barely organized defenses until they collapsed.

The truly brave warriors had followed their leader, Gray, to death at the foot of the mountain. Those left on the mountain were either old creatures past their prime, or little ones who had just grown taller than their knees, or those who had suffered grave injuries in the previous battles and goblins tied up at the entrance to keep watch.

For these savage creatures, the players of the Death Legion showed no mercy. They stabbed with a knife or shot with a gun, granting equal death to all they saw!

The battle was fierce and chaotic, from the cliffs to the caves, then into the tunnels, and finally out the other side of the mountain, as if even the distant twilight was dyed a turbid, crimson red.

In two hours, the Stonehorn Clan was annihilated. Corpses piled up into small hills in the open space, innumerable.

A rough count showed that, excluding the goblins, there were over a thousand corpses on the mountain!

And if the goblins were included, there would probably be five to six thousand!

This showed how deep and heavy the blood debt was!

After tallying the casualties and spoils of war, Edge Shoveling tied their mounts to a large stone and led a few players on foot into the palace of the Stonehorn Clan.

It’s called a palace, but it really was just the central nest.

Generally, mutants liked to keep captives at the center of the camp, therefore, it was convenient for their amusement, whether to eat or to eat.

As soon as they stepped through the stone gate of the nest, they were hit with a pungent, fishy stench from the cave.

"...Smells like hydrogen sulfide, I guess rotten eggs," said Midnight, who carried an umbrella but no knife, pinching his nose and complaining.

Laplace, walking beside him, carefully searched the surroundings with a flashlight and whispered.

"Don’t guess... Be careful when searching corners, especially underfoot, don’t get caught by any traps."

[Wife, you wouldn’t want it either]quipped playfully: "Exactly! You wouldn’t want the mutants feeding you rotten eggs, would you?"

"Get lost," Midnight grimaced as if he were about to vomit but his expression turned serious.

Fortunately, it seemed that the mutants had never considered the possibility of captives escaping. Along the way, the players encountered no traps and effortlessly reached the deepest part of the darkness.

That was a very spacious area, with perhaps a dozen iron cages large enough to fit an elephant arrayed on both sides of the space.

The survivors were crammed into those filthy cages, without even enough space to stretch their legs. They showed no response to the arrival of their kin, merely maintaining their previous actions with a vacant look in their eyes.

In comparison, even the dungeons of the Looters seemed merciful, at least those disgusting creatures would remove some of the feces instead of allowing bacteria to breed unchecked here.

It wasn’t until the players stepped into this space that a few diminutive goblins began chattering shrilly, rudely indulging their primal instincts on a dirty body.

Judging by the width of the entrance, this place seemed to be a Mutant hatchery and not one of those caves with entrances made exceedingly low and narrow.

These short statures had likely taken the opportunity to sneak in while the big guys were out raiding.

The brutal scene was too much to bear even for a second. Wearing an exoskeleton, Edge Shoveling strode forward with big steps, grabbed the goblins by their necks, and snap them shut, tossing their bodies, howling their last breaths, into a corner of the room.

The disheveled woman lay on a stone table, her belly swollen like a balloon, her eyes dull, looking at him lifelessly. That gray expression was as if she were already dead, the only evidence of life remaining was her faint breathing.

This was the tragic end for most survivors after being caught by the Mutants, whether in River Valley Province or Brocade River Province.

The only difference was that the Torch’s biotechnology prolonged this despair.

"The Torch has administered drugs to these survivors... likely Nago, or these people might have died long ago," the construction site boy whispered to Low Foam Brick, then stopped speaking.

Edge Shoveling fell silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

"... Take them to Singular Point City."

In the end, he couldn’t harden his heart to grant these wretched souls the release that Captain Lu would - even though he could feel that person beseeching him to do so.

Whatever choice these wretched people made later, at least that choice should be their own to make...

"Mm."

Construction site boy nodded to Low Foam Brick, silently stepped forward, tore off the body bag he was wearing, and covered the woman with it, carrying her out of the cave.

After all the rescued survivors were taken away, the Death Legion’s players set a fire on the mountain and completely sealed the entrances to those filthy caves.

The Mutants were large in size and found it difficult to hide in caves too small for humans, but the small-sized goblins could easily slip into the cracks.

The fire might kill some, but certainly not all.

Eradicating the Mutants from this mountainous area was no easy task; it wasn’t something that could be accomplished with just a few hundred or thousand incendiary or thermobaric bombs.

But those who were stationed there would keep killing, taking turns logging in and continuing the slaughter, dying and taking the train back from City of Dawn to continue—until that twisted evil was utterly exterminated.

Although the evils of Wasteland were far more than just this one corner, thankfully, they had an unending supply of blood and strength to keep killing!

Twilight was drawing to a close.

The Alliance’s flag and the Death Legion’s military banner fluttered at the summit of the highest mountain peak.

Debt Giant Eye, with his hundred or so substanced little brothers, under the guidance and assistance of the Construction Corps engineers, had finally managed to construct the pontoon bridge.

Seeing his fattened boys finally lending a hand, Debt Giant Eye’s face finally showed a content smile.

Construction work also had its ranks, and joining the group meant you weren’t just loafing around.

Yet soon he thought of the money he had spent on fodder, which could have helped a lot of young ladies in need, and his face winced in pain again...

Supplies were delivered by the cartload to the side of the mountain, brought up by logistics soldiers wearing exoskeletons.

The Alliance had taken the first peak of Ten Peaks Mountain, and the first step on the Eighty Miles of Bone Road was finally taken.

The Alliance’s front line was still forty miles away from the highest peak of Bloody Mountain and seventy-seven miles from the northern gateway of Haiye Province to Lai Mountain.

This was the first direct battle between the Alliance and the Torch Church!

A great victory in this battle!