This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 315.2: Sleepless Night For The Fang Clan

All preparations before the bombing were complete!

Mosquito deployed the airbrake and sounded the alarm. 24 W-2 ground-attack aircraft began to decelerate at the same time, and a long and drawn-out horn resounded through the night sky.

Hearing the sound that resembled the arrival of the grim reaper, the marauders on the ground panicked and fled.

"3... 2... 1..."

"Let them have it!" Mosquito initially wanted to shout something more epic, but he held back at the last second.

24 bombs dropped from the sky, falling like dumplings onto the marauder's factory.

The explosion's fire and thick smoke instantly swallowed up the buildings, gun towers, roadblocks, guard posts, and even the trucks parked against the wall. It even engulfed the surrounding walls.

The marauders who did not manage to escape were thrown several metres away by the explosion's shockwave before they could even scream. As for those who tried to drive the trucks away, they fared even worse. The bombs falling from the sky turned them into scraps before they could even start the vehicles.

The gymnasium, transformed into a factory, also turned into ruins in the explosions. Marauders around it died or were injured, desperately fleeing for their lives.

"Awesome!" Watching the devastated factory from afar through binoculars, Quit Smoking could not help but yell in a low voice.

Lost Newbie beside him was equally excited. "Damn! This is so thrilling!"

"Hehe, even more excitement awaits us ahead." Putting the binoculars back into his pocket, Quit Smoking excitedly patted Lost Newbie on the shoulder. "Let's go find Old White and the others. Let’s not keep them waiting!"

"After we get our equipment, we'll continue stirring up trouble!"

...

In the main tent of the Fang Clan...

Looking at the successive battle reports, or rather, disastrous news, Gold Fang could not contain his anger and suddenly punched the armrest of the chair, shattering the skull ornament on it. "These despicable and shameless rodents!"

"When I catch them, I will personally gouge out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and bury them in a rat cage, leaving only their heads outside until the rats have gnawed their flesh and blood, and then I will turn them into oil lamps!"

From the early morning, West Continent City had not experienced peace. First, various outposts and patrols reported being attacked. Some said they saw 1 or 2 people, others encountered a 10 man squad, and there were even more exaggerated reports of encountering a siege by a group of 100 people, adding up to a total of 1,000 enemies in total!

If it were not for the information received from Bear Fang about the situation on the frontlines a few hours ago, he would have thought the blue coats were already at his doorstep!

Signal flares flew erratically in the sky, and gunshots echoed throughout the city. 2 teams that rushed to provide reinforcement almost engaged in friendly fire. And this was not the end.

Just 10 minutes ago, a group of aircraft suddenly raided their garage-cum-modified factory on the outskirts of the 4th New District. Dozens of bombs rained down from the sky, obliterating one of their production lines.

That further exacerbated Fang Clan's already dire supply situation.

The hall reverberated with furious roars. The Brigade Commanders on both sides of the hall kept silent, afraid to utter a word, lest this anger be vented on them.

Even Urron from Death Coast, who had heard about the cruelty, could not help but click his tongue. To be fair, those people were not that skilled in warfare, but they had quite a variety of torture methods. During his one and a half months here, he had truly been amazed.

The cruelest torture of the Torch was to lock a person together with Deathclaw in a cage as a blood sacrifice. Although a complete corpse would not be found when the cage was opened, realistically, death should have occurred in just a few seconds.

Gold Fang was burning with rage, and his tightly clenched fists trembled with anger.

The only person in the hall who remained relatively calm, apart from Urron from the Torch, was Dillon, who was standing next to Gold Fang.

"The locations of the attacks are scattered throughout the city, almost simultaneously. Judging from their firepower and organisational ability, these people are definitely not guerrillas. Coupled with the previous airstrikes, it seems..." Dillon's expression was solemn.

Gold Fang grumbled, "Where did these damn pests come from?"

Dillon replied in all seriousness, "Most likely from the sky."

Gold Fang was taken aback. "From the sky?!"

Dillon nodded, looking grave.

"Paratroopers... I never expected they would even prepare airborne units!"

Most of the Army's paratroopers were recruited from the elite of the Youth Corps. Among them, those who could carry out missions behind enemy lines were among the cream of the crop.

In addition to mastering skilled parachuting techniques, they had to also possess extensive combat experience, strong wilderness survival skills, and the courage to fight to the death.

Less than half an hour after landing, despite being completely scattered, they quickly organised and launched several attacks on various outposts throughout the city...

Such high combat proficiency even amazed Dillon, who had experienced countless battles.

Who are these people exactly?

Could it be that Boulder Town joined the war?

After seeing these people discuss for a long time without coming to any conclusion, Urron sneered, lowered his crossed arms, and headed towards the door.

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Seeing this, Gold Fang grunted, "Where are you going?"

Urron casually replied, "To help you guys drag those blue rodents out of their holes."

On the frontlines, he and his men could not contribute much, but dealing with those so-called elites was well within their capabilities.

Urron had a feeling.

He would see that person again.

This time, he swore to avenge his fallen brothers!

...

Back on the official forum.

In the wasteland, it was 4:00 in the morning. That meant that it was 4:00 in the afternoon on Earth! There was still an hour left until the peak period for online activity, and the forum was buzzing with activity.

Just 2 hours ago, 82 players from the Burning Corps boarded gliders and parachuted in batches, landing in the West Continent City area.

Although fewer than 50 of their good comrades successfully landed and reached the assembly point, it did not hinder the continuation of their operation, Warrior.

According to Old White, they were dodging the marauders' pursuit while setting up a radio station to organise a counterattack.

The marauders had never anticipated that they would drop from the sky, and they had no experience in dealing with airborne operations. 4 or 5 companies of marauders were running around the city, being led around by dozens of people like a bunch of fools.

Although they lost quite a few players while evading pursuers, the strategic achievements they made were remarkable.

They caused nearly 50 casualties among the marauders and even destroyed a factory used by the marauders to modify anti-aircraft trucks.

Especially the latter. It would delay the marauders' organised attacks for at least 2 weeks, or even a month.

In addition to that, under the cover of the dark night, the Burning Corps successfully retrieved 16 airdrop crates before daybreak!

Among the supplies were 100 rifles, 27,000 rounds of ammunition, 10 RPG rocket launchers, 3 mortars, as well as some grenades and support weapon ammunition.

Those equipment were more than enough to arm a company of soldiers!

Furthermore, there would be more weapons and ammunition continuously airdropped to the battlefield.

Currently, the Burning Corps had divided all their supplies into 2 batches, with some hidden in the basement of a commercial plaza 5.5 kilometres away from the 4th New District and the rest stashed in an apartment building where they set up the radio station.

The remaining 30 or so people were divided into 2 teams, with players online on rotating shifts to keep watch, while the others went offline to have their meals.

When night fell, they would pull off an even bigger operation!

Tail: Damn! Tail also wants to parachute! T.T

Escaping Mole: Damn! I’m crying in envy!

Irene: Being envious won't help. We can't just throw our armoured trucks in there. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Garbage: I'm also from Burning Corps! Why didn't you take me with you? So upset! (frustrated)

Mosquito: You're too fat, my plane can’t accommodate you!

Garbage: Damn it! Speak with a clear conscience, am I really that fat?

Old Six: Damn it! Who folded my parachute? The damn rope almost snapped, but I still couldn't get it open! Because of that, I crashed straight to the ground! QAQ

Free Sniper: Crying, me too, I just couldn't open my parachute for the life of me!

Mosquito: Bullshit! I've checked each and every parachute pack. The problem couldn't possibly be with the parachutes. Don't blame me every time something goes wrong! Nighttime parachuting itself is prone to accidents. If you don't have the skills, don't pull it open at low altitude! If you don't trust me, fold your own parachute next time!

Old Six: Big brother, I was wrong! QAQ

Free Sniper: Please, big bro, help a fellow out! TAT

Yaya: Hahaha! Weak! Hahaha! Trash! o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Night Ten: LOL!

The forum was filled with a lively atmosphere.

The players who successfully landed were boasting and exaggerating, vividly describing how they skillfully manoeuvred under enemy encirclement, breaking through and eventually reuniting with their teammates.

The players who did not land successfully were not idle either, but their posts had a completely different tone.

Seeing everyone so excited, Chu Guang sincerely felt happy for them.

Currently, he held 2 battle reports in his hands. The remarkable achievements were not limited to the Burning Corps. Just a few hours ago, around 3:00 in the morning., the Death Corps stationed at the frontline in Pinewood Forest Valley also achieved impressive results...