This Game Is Too Realistic

[Mission: Shell the target area!]

[Requirement: Launch 10 rockets at the target area on the map.]

[Reward: Each rocket that falls within the area will be rewarded 5 war points, and 10 war points will be rewarded if you land within the precise range.]

"Fire!"

In the dark ruins, there was an excited cry.

Following Mosquito’s order, their Ratman brother, who was standing beside the rocket artillery, immediately lit the fuse with a match before running away.

Flames spewed out from the tails of the rockets!

Accompanied by the whistling sound, the rockets dragging the tail flames shot out from the barrels of the launcher, drawing a beautiful parabola in the night sky, and slammed into the marauder’s position.

Illuminated by the rockets’ tails, Mosquito’s face was full of excitement. "Hahaha! Hell yeah! This is so satisfying!"

He had long heard about the power of Goblin Technology on the forum, and now he could finally see it with his own eyes.

This is too hardcore!

"What do you mean Katyusha? I call it Tempest 1.0!"

The production of Fliegerfaust had failed because the speed of the rockets could not be improved, and the penetration depth and power were lacking. So Mosquito simply gave up the original design plan and went back to make what he was good at making the most. He changed the caliber from the original 20mm small water pipe to 90mm and increased the weight of the warhead from 20 grams to 6 kilograms.

But what he didn’t expect was that the new design plan not only passed the review, but also received the support of the research and development funds from the outpost, as well as the order of 20 rockets.

The cost of each rocket was 120 silver coins, and the purchase price was 140 silver coins, so the profit was as high as 20 silver coins for each rocket! This order alone earned him 400 silver coins!

Sure enough…

The bigger the better!

The 6 kilogram TNT payload was no joke, and its power was much stronger than the warhead he made with black powder before!

And most importantly, the rockets had been bought by the outpost, so what he fired wasn’t actually his money.

Looking at Make Me who was still standing there waiting for the explosion, Mosquito immediately urged, "Hurry up and reload! When the eastern front starts to attack, we have another round of shelling!"

Make Me immediately came back to his senses and nodded excitedly. "Okay, bro!"

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"Fire!"

South of the experimental base.

In the silent forest, gunshots filled the skies, lighting up the battlefield.

The moment the attack order was received, Group A, which was in charge of feigning the southern position, immediately launched an attack, unloading the bullets at the marauder position on the slope. �

Players in the feint group were mostly equipped with bolt-action iron-barreled rifles and Ripper rifles.

Each of them had received 40 rounds of ammunition before the fight began.

And they only had one mission…

That was to make every effort to contain the main force of the marauders on the south side of the experimental base and buy time for the sixteen teams ambushing from the east!

The marauders on the top of the slope fired into the woods with their machine guns, bullets whizzing past the players’ heads.

Players scattered in the forest instantly fell into a tough fight.

At this moment, there were whistling sounds suddenly coming from overhead. Players raised their heads and saw several rockets flying across the forest and slamming into the high ground ahead!

The slope was lit up and the sound of the explosions rang out.

Those marauders were obviously stunned by the artillery strike as their firepower was instantly reduced greatly.

Seeing the explosion nearby, the players lying in the woods were also surprised.

"Holy shit, Mosquito is really awesome!"

"God, damn... I almost thought the rocket would fall on top of my head!"

"A few seem to have flown a little bit too far..."

"That’s fine! We just need one to hit them!"

There were constant explosions in the experimental base.

The explosives tied to the hyenas were detonated by the hot shrapnel, instantly killing the marauders, who were holding the ropes, and wounding many others nearby.

The man with the tattoo on his face looked out the window.

Seeing the chaotic position, his face, which was illuminated by the firelight, showed a trace of surprise and disbelief.

Although he had expected that the group of people he met in the morning might run back to get reinforcement, he didn’t expect them to come so quickly and launched an attack that night.

Moreover, they launched such a fierce offensive!

The marauder, who followed behind him, had a quiver in his voice. "Could it be someone from Boulder Town?!"

Ka pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "It doesn’t look like it... Listen to their gunfire."

The man who calmed down came back to his senses. "Ripper rifles?"

Ka nodded, a sharp look flashed in his eyes. "It should be the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City."

Without hesitation, he ordered, "Pass down my order, I want all the people to defend their positions at all cost! Our reinforcements will arrive before dawn. As long as we survive the night, the victory will belong to us!"

Meanwhile, on the southern front line.

Five mutant brown bears locked in iron cages were brought to the edge of the battlefield.

Listening to the gunshots around, the mutant brown bears let out angry roars, struggling desperately, causing the steel bars as thick as a thumb to squeak loudly.

The marauders pulled the latch that locked the cage, pushed the cage down the slope with all their might, and quickly fled back behind cover.

The mutant brown bears broke free from the cage and rushed towards the players’ fronts, driven by Molotov Cocktails and machine gun fire.

Seeing the brown bears rushing towards them, Eye Owe Money was instantly shocked. "Fuck! This group of marauders has no honor!"

"Use the Molotov Cocktail to block their path! Don’t let them rush over!" Sideline Slacking shouted, and threw out the Molotov Cocktail in his hand at the same time.

The Molotov Cocktail was smashed on the pine tree, and the ignited kerosene instantly splattered everywhere.

The nearby players were obviously thinking the same thing and threw out the Molotov Cocktails in their hands.

A barrier of flames quickly formed across the slope.

The mutant brown bears did not dare to run down the slope anymore, worried that the furs on their bodies would catch on fire and they could only flee to the side. As they were running, two of them had already been killed by bullets flying around on the battlefield.

However, there was a repercussion to the fire the players had set.

Although the flame prevented the mutant brown bears from rushing toward the players’ positions, it also exposed their positions.

Two exposed players instantly attracted the fire of the marauders on the slope, and soon, their bodies were covered with bullet holes.

Casualties on both sides were on the rise.

And the battle situation on the southern front fell into a deadlock!

Inside the temporary command post, Vanus, who was staring at the VM screen, said thoughtfully, "This plan is very risky... If the southern front positions collapse and your opponents chase down from the high ground, even if your men gain an advantage on the eastern front, your opponents can also easily penetrate the flanks of your eastern positions from the southern side of the high ground to flank you with the troops on the slopes."

Vanus didn’t finish his sentence. He believed that Chu Guang must know the consequences.

If he was in command, he would definitely not take such a risk, but would divide the force into 4 groups and launch attacks from 4 directions at the same time.

In this way, even if one front was defeated, as long as the other three fronts gained the upper hand, he would still be able to win the battle.

Of course, that was based on the absolute advantage of the troop size or equipment.

If there was no obvious advantage, he would definitely not let his subordinates fight a battle that was impossible to win.

Well… Unless his superiors ordered him to.

"Your assumptions won’t happen."

Hearing the confident voice, Vanus raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

Chu Guang said without hesitation, "Unless their force is three times stronger than my force, and they annihilate my four squadrons on the eastern front with a total of forty infantry on the hillside."

"There’s no need for a complete annihilation, as long as more than half of your men are…"

"Let’s make a bet."

Hearing what he said, Vanus hesitated slightly. "What do you want to bet on?"

"10,000 Dinar," Chu Guang said with a soft smile, "Let’s bet that my people will fight until the last moment, even if there is only one person left. They will never retreat."

He trusted his players.

After experiencing several wars, they were already experienced veterans, and some had even died on the battlefield.

What they had was more than just the courage to stand up to death.

If the battle went well, and each team successfully completed their missions, Chu Guang planned to launch the guild system and mercenary system in the next version, so that some players with strong organizational skills could serve as the commander of the team and work with familiar teammates to dominate the local battles in the campaign.

Among the 100 players, there would at least be a dozen or 20 high-level players with outstanding abilities.

Letting them play to their strengths was more valuable than keeping them in the trenches.

At that time, Chu Guang would consider focusing his work more on training junior officers and his guards.

Also, his guards would be mainly composed of native people.

After all, it was a very boring job, and players were unlikely to be interested in it.

Chu Guang’s firm tone made Vanus unsure, but he naturally wouldn’t refuse free money.

Fear of death was the nature of life, even the clone infantrymen of the Army would fear death because of their survival instinct.

There were only 40 people on their side. In the face of overwhelming firepower, if they were able to maintain the casualty rate at around 30%, they would already be considered elite troops.

He didn’t believe that a group of pampered shelter residents would be brave enough to keep fighting with their friends dying beside them.

Shrugging, Vanus agreed. "Then let’s bet."

Besides, even if he lost, it wouldn’t really matter.

Anyway, his 2 million ransom couldn’t be paid in a short time...

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