This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 330.2: Kill The Leader!

Faced with this situation of being at the end of the road, even the most loyal and resolute warriors in the clan couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

Perhaps...

They truly had no way out.

In the dim concrete bunker, Gold Fang's face darkened as he looked at the map.

That was the temporary command post of the Fang Clan, and there were only 2 people present at the moment.

One was Gold Fang himself, and the other was one of his right-hand men, Fox Fang.

As a direct descendant of the Fang Clan, this slightly smaller man, though not the strongest in combat, had a sharp mind.

Since Dillon's defeat, Gold Fang could no longer trust his staff.

Fox Fang said in a low voice, "What if we ask for help from other clans... even if they send us some weapons, it would be of great help to us. Our brothers can't even get materials to repair their guns anymore."

Hearing his subordinate's suggestion, Gold Fang remained silent.

Ask for help?

Who would they ask?

The Snake Clan to the east was deeply embroiled in the quagmire of Red River Town, unable to spare any forces to assist him.

The Bear Clan to the west had already reached Sunset Province, more than 100 kilometers away, with countless mountains and rivers in between.

Gold Fang knew that while his clan was the head of the Bonechewer Clan and he was a prominent chieftain, there was no hierarchical relationship between clans. He had no authority to command clans not affiliated with his own.

"How much ammunition do we have left?" He asked.

Fox Fang responded in a low voice, "At the current rate of consumption... We probably have enough for only 2 months."

Gold Fang fell into a long silence.

Just as he was about to speak, intense artillery fire erupted from outside.

These days, Gold Fang had grown accustomed to the New Alliance's artillery bombardments, so he wasn't particularly alarmed. However, it was different this time. Previously, the New Alliance had launched sporadic artillery shells at them, but now over a dozen artillery pieces were firing simultaneously, indicating a significant increase in firepower.

"Judging by the direction and distance of the sound, they're likely bombarding the southern part of the city..." Fox Fang's face slightly changed, and he continued, "The New Alliance probably intends to attack the city under the cover of night!"

Gold Fang clenched his fist on the map, and a cruel smile played on his lips.

"They finally couldn't hold back any longer!"

Urban warfare!

His people excelled in urban warfare!

He turned to Fox Fang and immediately gave the order. "Send your men to the south of the city immediately! Make sure to block the New Alliance there!"

Fox Fang complied. "Yes!"

After leaving the command post, Fox Fang immediately gathered his subordinates.

Over 1,000 fully armed elites, in orderly rows, traversed the submerged streets and alleys, heading toward the south of the city where the deafening sounds of artillery came from to reinforce the brigade stationed there.

However, at this moment, neither of them knew that while the New Alliance was relentlessly bombarding the southern part of the city, a fleet of rafts was crossing the marshes on the eastern shore of West Continent Lake, heading toward the submerged 4th New District on the west side...

Sitting on a raft and staring at the silent darkness ahead, Night Ten spoke softly, "Do you think we can trust those marauders?"

"I don't know." Ample Time shook his head.

"What if they suddenly change their minds?" Night Ten couldn't help but ask.

"What else can we do? Wait for 3 days to get back into the game," Old White patted his shoulder and grinned, "Keep a close watch later. We're counting on your ability to sense their intent!"

Night Ten sighed, "We're really betting our lives on this."

Ample Time said, "Don't worry too much. The likelihood of them betraying us is small. At this point, anyone can see that this war is over. For them, it's just a matter of losing sooner or later. Even if it continues, it'll last at most another week or two."

"That's right," Gale nodded calmly. "From the moment they stopped advancing, they had already lost."

As they were talking, a light appeared in the distance within the reed beds.

Old White waved his hand, signaling the rowers to speed up as the rafts approached the light.

20 rafts in total, carrying 140 Burning Corps players, equivalent to a reinforced company, arrived.

They were all veteran gamers who entered the game during the Alpha phase, and at the very least, they had experienced the Tide. Every single one of them was ability users, and they could be considered the backbone of the New Alliance!

And before them lay a swamp infested with poisonous insects and wild creatures, including extreme dangers like Crackleclaw Crabs and Battleship Prawns. Scattered amid the sporadic ruins on the water's surface were hidden 7mm machine guns.

To break through from that area would mean facing an onslaught of firepower from all directions and the encirclement of the alerted mutants.

But at this moment, this easily defensible western gate lay entirely unguarded, a wide-open invitation to the New Alliance...

A Company Leader soon met with the Burning Corps.

He was accompanied by over ten trusted subordinates, all of whom had white cloths wrapped around their arms.

"I'm here to lead you inside... I hope you'll keep your promise and give us a way out after everything is over," the company leader said, his eyes fixed on the guns in the players' hands.

Even as an ability user, he had to admit that every single person he was looking at was as strong, or even stronger than himself.

As for the leader among them, his strength was even more unfathomable!

Old White remained silent and instead looked to Ample Time, who was the best at communicating with NPCs in their group.

"We've never broken our promises before," Ample Time said.

Upon hearing the promise, the Company Leader nodded, not wasting any time, and gestured to his subordinates behind him to lead the way on the rafts.

The entire 4th New District was submerged in water, and even the shallowest areas had the waist-high water. Therefore, rafts were the most reliable means of transportation.

Most mutants wouldn't be interested in the floating pieces of wood on the water's surface. As long as people didn't provoke them, they didn't have to worry about suddenly losing their legs while walking in the water.

Night Ten spoke softly as he stared at a Crackleclaw Crab floating on the water's surface.

"... These Crackleclaw Crabs here seem different from the ones near our outpost. They're smaller in size, and their shells are sharper."

Intrigued, Tomato Eggs took a few photos. "I heard there are some mutated lobsters here as well. I'll have to study them when the new map is unlocked,"

Quit Smoking whispered in excitement, "It looks like we'll be able to try some new dishes!"

The marauder leading the way had no idea what these players were discussing. If they could understand Chinese, they would definitely be surprised.

A new dish? Who would be the new dish, exactly?

It would be fortunate already not to be dragged into the water and gnawed on by those Crackleclaw Crabs or Battleship Prawn. Who would willingly provoke these creatures?

It was true that Crackleclaw Crab meat was tender and juicy, and their roe was a first-class delicacy, but one had to have the fortune to enjoy it.

Normal rifle bullets couldn't penetrate the crab shells and would only anger the monsters. Using a rocket launcher to deal with crabs was strictly prohibited at any time in the tribe...

After taking pictures, Tomato Eggs and Quit Smoking began discussing quietly how to cook the crabs to make them more delicious. In such a serious situation, they still found time to discuss whether to steam or braise the creatures. One could only say that they truly were gamers.

The group continued to move forward.

More rafts joined them on the way, and in no time, there were over 40 rafts, carrying nearly 400 people.

Rock Fang's subordinates would also participate in the battle, helping the Burning Corps disarm Gold Fang's personal guards.

This was not only to prove their loyalty to the New Alliance but also to ensure the rebellion's success. After all, if they were to fail, the New Alliance would only lose a company of soldiers, but his fate would be dire.

Without a doubt, given Gold Fang's cruel methods, he would surely employ the most brutal means to torture him and his subordinates.

The command center of the Fang Clan was located in the center of the 4th New District, concealed within a concrete-reinforced ruin.

From the western defense line to the central area, it was smooth sailing.

Rock Fang's defense zone was a given; he had already made arrangements in advance. Those on duty that day were all trusted subordinates, and everyone cooperated seamlessly to allow passage.

As for the inner defense zone, those small fry didn't even bother to ask questions when they saw that it was Rock Fang's personal guards. They didn't even bother to count how many people were on the rafts or how many guns were hidden.

In reality, there was no way to inspect everyone coming in.

Due to the threat of New Alliance aircraft, none of the sentry posts dared to turn on lights. The entire 4th New District was in complete darkness.

From the rooftop of a 3 story building, apart from the pitch-black water surface, all one could see were the floating rafts. novelbuddy.cσ๓

As for what was on the rafts, one would have to go downstairs to take a closer look.

"This is so thrilling..."

Garbage, wearing a black cloak and feeling the weight of the guns nearby, couldn't help but feel his palms sweating.

He wasn’t afraid at all... Instead, excitement filled his heart.

He felt the bloodthirsty and beastly instincts coursing through his veins, a fiery excitement burning in his amber eyes.

His DNA was stirring!

The command center, marked on the VM map, was only 200 meters away, and it had already appeared in everyone's sight.