This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 330.1: Kill The Leader!

West Continent City, 4th New District.

Nestled within the submerged low ruins sat a concrete-reinforced artillery bunker.

Rock Fang carefully read the crumpled piece of paper in his hand from start to finish, then looked at his trusted subordinate standing before him.

"This letter was given to you by the New Alliance's soldiers, right? Are you sure they're not from the guerrilla group?"

"I can swear on my life, boss." In front of Rock Fang, the trusted subordinate continued earnestly.

"The director of the Alliance's office in Hope Town personally handed me this letter... Before leaving, he even recited the contents to me twice, saying it was the will of the New Alliance's administrator. He also asked me to read it to you in case you don't understand the words on it."

"... You've done well."

His tense nerves finally eased, Rock Fang carefully folded the letter and tucked it into his pocket.

After a moment of contemplation, he looked at his trusted subordinate and continued, "Go summon all my Company Leaders. No matter what mission they're currently executing, have them come see me immediately!"

The trusted subordinate nodded promptly. "Yes!"

As the subordinate left, Rock Fang sat back in his chair and waited in silence.

Before long, faint footsteps echoed at the entrance.

One by one, muscular men clad in animal skins strode in from outside the door. They wore the insignia of their authority in the form of tooth necklaces, their visages reminiscent of malevolent spirits, and an unsettling stench clung to their presence.

Standing before Rock Fang, bowed with clenched fists.

"Boss."

"Did you summon us?"

Rock Fang surveyed his most loyal subordinates and began slowly. "Do you all trust me?"

The men exchanged glances, uncertain about their leader's intentions.

But since he asked, they couldn't say they didn't trust him. So, one by one, they expressed their loyalty.

"Of course!"

"You're our leader. If we don't trust you, who can we trust?"

"That's right! Although I may not understand the big picture, the Great Stag God can vouch for my loyalty!"

Observing the crowd as they swore their oaths, Rock Fang continued, "What if I were to ask you to give your lives?"

Knowing well that it wouldn't come to that, the people continued without hesitation.

"Boss, is there even a need to ask? My life belongs to you!"

"Yeah, not to mention giving my life, you could ask me to jump into a boiling pot of oil, and I wouldn't even furrow my brow!"

"That's right! Whether it's jumping into a boiling pot of oil or standing in the line of fire against those blue groundhogs, I won't flinch!"

Very well.

They are all loyal and brave individuals, truly worthy of being the subordinates I personally nurtured.

Seeing his men pledge their loyalty, Rock Fang nodded in satisfaction. "As long as you have this commitment, I am satisfied. Since you recognize me as your leader, I naturally cannot let you down. You will not die; I will lead you to survive."

With that, he turned to his trusted subordinate.

"Close the door and guard it. No one is allowed to approach without permission. Kill anyone who disobeys."

The trusted subordinate nodded and obeyed. "Yes!"

The people in the room exchanged puzzled glances; their intuition told them that today was unlike any other. It seemed unlikely that their leader had suddenly asked for their loyalty for his amusement.

The door slammed shut.

Rock Fang rose from his chair, his expression growing increasingly serious as he surveyed his subordinates.

"The New Alliance's forces are right under our noses, and our leader is busy whipping and slaughtering his most loyal subordinates."

"He has gone completely mad. If we don't do something, we will all die!"

As he spoke, Rock Fang's voice grew more resolute.

"Our leader is completely insane, and if we don't take action, we’re dead!"

With these words, the company leaders finally realized what their leader wanted to tell them.

My goodness.

Is he trying to incite a rebellion?

Rock Fang scanned the varied expressions of the many company leaders and continued, "I'm not afraid to die; death is simply a return to the embrace of Mother Earth. But you all consider me as your elder brother, and naturally, I can't stand by and watch you throw your lives away because of a foolish madman."

"Of course, if anyone chooses not to follow me, I won't insist. The door is right there. Consider as if today I never said anything, and you never heard a word."

Consider it as if he never said anything?

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The company leaders quickly and eagerly voiced their support.

"Boss, whatever you want to say, just tell us."

"No matter what your plan is, we're with you!"

"Exactly! We can start anew, find a new stronghold, and leave this place behind!"

Rock Fang nodded. "Then I'll tell you."

After a pause, he continued, "I intend to lead all of you in surrendering to the New Alliance!"

As soon as those words came out, the room instantly fell silent.

The expressions on everyone's faces were filled with astonishment.

Surrender to the New Alliance?!

Was it really Gold Fang who had gone mad, or was it their leader who had lost his mind?

The war had reached the point with countless casualties on both sides. Just considering the paratroopers in the city alone, there had been at least 500 to 600 deaths at the hands of marauders in the past month alone.

Although the New Alliance's broadcasts promised good treatment for those who voluntarily surrendered, who could guarantee that they wouldn't turn hostile after the war ended?

There wouldn't be anyone to ensure justice for them at that time.

When they heard about their execution, the survivors would only applaud in excitement.

"Boss, we trust you... But why surrender to the New Alliance?"

"Yes, will they really spare us?"

"Shouldn't we just run away, head north before turning east or west? We'll eventually find a place to go!"

Anticipating their subordinates' concerns, Rock Fang smiled calmly.

"Run? With over a thousand people, what will we eat? Taking the slaves with us? Or asking our chief for some more supplies before we set off?"

All the company leaders fell into silence.

Rock Fang didn’t stop there. "Unless you're planning to abandon over a thousand of our brothers here to fend for themselves."

While they didn't care about the fate of the small fries, leaving their men behind would be an entirely different matter. By then, they would become easy targets even for a couple of mutants they might encounter.

Everyone began to waver. Running away didn't seem like a good idea, at least not for those company leaders.

But to surrender... Would surrendering be any better than running away?

One company leader asked cautiously, "But, boss, even if we surrender to the New Alliance... The best outcome is becoming their slaves. Wouldn't it be better to escape?"

Rock Fang looked at him. "The New Alliance needs manpower to guard prisoners. As long as we are willing to cooperate with them and help end this already doomed war, they will entrust that work to us."

"At that time, although we won't live as freely as we do now, we can still manage hundreds or even thousands of people. It will be much better than wandering in the wilderness with no villages in sight."

Upon hearing this, even those who had concerns began to let go of their doubts.

At least to the New Alliance, they had value. That was far more reassuring than empty promises.

"Boss, tell us what to do."

"We'll follow you no matter what!"

Rock Fang nodded and said, "Today's conversation should not be mentioned to anyone. I want every one of you to start preparing as I instructed after you leave."

"We'll strike in three days, at midnight! At that time, the New Alliance's aircraft will coordinate with the ground forces to launch a feint attack on the southern city districts. Meanwhile, those of us guarding the west side will be responsible for creating an opening in the western defense zone to allow the New Alliance's soldiers in."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as Rock Fang spoke coldly. "Once we rendezvous with the New Alliance's soldiers, we will march directly towards Gold Fang's lair!"

"We will capture that foolish pig alive!"

3 days passed in the blink of an eye.

The continuous artillery bombardments and leaflet campaigns plunged the morale of the entire Fang Clan into a deep abyss.

Deserters kept abandoning their positions and fleeing north, or they took the leaflets and went east to join the guerrillas.

No matter how vehemently Gold Fang ordered investigations into those who secretly kept surrender leaflets, he couldn't prevent the escapees from emerging.

Especially those marauders who came to join him only because of his reputation.

Being outsiders not even considered part of the clan, they were naturally under suspicion.

Since the traitor incident, their superiors practically wanted to search their bodies twice a day and inspect their rooms thrice a day.

Anyone found hiding surrender leaflets, whether on them or concealed in their rooms, would be ruthlessly hung from the window without mercy.

This series of almost frenzied high-pressure tactics led to an increasing number of deserters.

In the most extreme case, an entire platoon of soldiers went out and never returned.