Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1213 - 393: An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth (Part 2)

"I plan to go back and bomb that village again, just like I take off my pants to bomb the toilet.""God, Rols, you’re too twisted."

Their laughter and curses were accompanied by incendiary bombs igniting raging fires in the tobacco fields.

Scarlet flames rapidly spread, engulfing all combustible materials around, while thick black smoke billowed toward the sky.

Those small houses built of earth, stone, and bricks were turned into rubble by aerial bombs worth at least tens of thousands of Orokin, and broken bodies were buried under the ruins.

Ignorant children wailed amid the flames and rubble, while their mother was reduced to just a hand reaching from the ruins.

A dozen civilians who escaped the bombing were gunned down by fighter jets in the second sweep, blood staining the ground.

Civilians who knew little about the war, and even less about their connection to it, were sent to their graves due to a mistaken assumption.

As the battlefield expanded, Horizon Corporation’s initially prepared air defense systems were no longer able to cover all defense areas, only able to prioritize key zones.

And Military Science’s air force similarly didn’t care about these ordinary people, as their contracts didn’t include protecting Cuban civilians.

Even if they did sign, it would be useless, because the area is so vast that there would always be places they couldn’t cover, even if the radar detected it, the villagers wouldn’t be notified.

"Number Seven, Number Seven, this is Number Seven, my radar has detected a convoy with a related Horizon Corporation channel signal, suspected to be their transport convoy."

"Where? Watch me turn them into fireworks, this is my flight performance."

"Man! Are you sure you haven’t used up all your ammunition just now?"

"My two bomb bays are always full, shoot as much as I want, hahaha."

"Hey! Isn’t this the place I bombed a few minutes ago?"

The pilots in the channel immediately became excited and turned toward the location marked by Number Seven.

And their target convoy had just stopped at the entrance of a village, seven or eight players jumping off the vehicles.

In front of them was a burning village, the hot air filling their artificial lungs, the high temperature searing their exoskeletons, but the pain couldn’t match the ache in their hearts.

They began to understand the feelings of martyrs who faced these scenes a century ago.

"....."

After a brief silence, Ruzuo took a deep breath.

"We’re too late."

"Damn it, these bastards really don’t see people as people."

A player took off his hat and slammed it to the ground.

They had encountered Cuban local troops or European forces massacring villages before, but the destructive power of ground forces is clearly not on the same level as bombers, and because the former confront face-to-face, before they go completely insane, they were not as ruthless. As long as you hid in the mountains or a cellar in advance, you could mostly escape.

But the speed of the air force’s attack left them with no chance to escape.

Ruzuo now wished he could take down the instigator’s head as a sacrifice, but reason stopped him.

"Get in the car, let’s go to the next place."

A player couldn’t help but ask,

"Aren’t we going to collect their bodies?"

Ruzuo shook his head.

"This was clearly caused by an air raid, if we don’t leave now, we’ll be collecting bodies for the next village soon, not to mention we might not survive ourselves."

What they feared came true.

As soon as they got in the car, without even stepping on the gas, bullets rained down from above, slicing a truck in half from front to back.

"Damn it!"

If Sianweistan hadn’t driven in time, the driver would have been blown up with the car. He looked at the fighter jets arrogantly swooping overhead, prompting his rage.

"Damn it, I wasn’t looking for you, but you came for me? Call for help!"

He furiously shared his location in the channel, while others quickly got off the vehicle.

"Still calling for help! Find cover! Get off the car and hide, quickly!"

[What’s across the sea: [Location], damn it, encountered enemy bombers, blew up a whole village, now they want to kill us too, where are the pilots? Just a few days ago they were boasting non-stop, why aren’t they coming over to collect their kills!]

A dozen fighter jets reclaimed a month ago, after two weeks of modifications and maintenance, were ready for battle. The selected pilot players boasted daily on the forums, making everyone else envious.

After all, those planes are of the same grade as the J20s, and many technologies even far surpass the J20. Treasures that can’t be touched normally, so many military enthusiasts wanted to boot them out and fly themselves.

Not to mention that the selection conditions for domestic pilots were terrifying, physical, academic, all one in a million, the training incredibly hard, unlike in the game where you only need to gather enough skill points, grind for half a month, and meet the simple requirements.

Fly training in the cyber world was indeed simpler due to the existence of neural exoskeletons, but this game had a rule that the fuel costs for the planes were self-funded, a setting that was quite amusing.

[My Way of Divine Power: ? You say fly then fly, are you paying for the fuel?]

[Family Joy: Fly]

[My Way of Divine Power: Okay, flying immediately.]

After a month of cyberspace training, the pilot players had long wanted to enter real combat, especially after hearing that Europeans joined the combat rush, with the front line far more intense than a month ago. Those unable to make it to the front line were itching to go.

With directives from the highest leadership, what more needs to be said, fly it is!

My Way of Divine Power, with the assistance of ground staff, climbed into the cockpit that had the hand and foot connector removed, although still a bit cramped, was far better than squatting inside initially.

Closing the cockpit cover, activating the aircraft panel, and simultaneously putting on the neural connection helmet, vision returned from darkness to normal, neural connections from the brain extended all over the aircraft like the natural extension of hands and feet.