Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1224 - 398: School Festival Prodigy! Skull Offered to Ruzuo!

Large-scale army charges and trench warfare like World War I and II are unlikely to appear in this era.In that era, a soldier just needed a gun and to learn to pull the trigger to be sent into the trenches; human life was cheap.

But in this era, firstly, companies cannot support such massive armies, and the legitimate forces maintained by Cyber Corporation mean that the exoskeleton and weaponry on each soldier alone cost at least tens of thousands.

Thus, company warfare is mostly in groups of small squads, and this time is no exception, with exceptionally well-equipped gear.

At the sudden appearance of Europeans at the frontline, players initially didn’t take them seriously, thinking they were on par with Agent Huang Ban or Netherworld Dog.

And the Europeans didn’t take the players seriously either—just a small company established for two years, and I can’t handle you once you leave Night City?

But things got messy.

The outcome was that both sides ended up bloodied when they clashed.

The widely equipped optical camouflage devices were elusive, often catching players off guard.

Combined with individual phased array radars, the highly exoskeletonized players appeared to have nowhere to hide in the eyes of the Europeans, often getting bombarded from afar, leaving them disoriented.

Smart bullets rained down like water, with tanks, vehicles, and drones in such abundance that players experienced for the first time being suppressed by sheer numbers of drones.

The two sides engaged in a battle, with swarms of drones fighting each other like locusts in the sky, so dense even shells couldn’t pass through, colliding with drones above and exploding.

The burning, crashing debris even formed a small scale firestorm, breaking the hearts of the commanding players.

The players cursed their opponents as rich and extravagant; the Europeans also felt this bunch was abnormal.

This group lit up on radar like the sun.

Cannons fired, air forces bombed, loitering munitions struck repeatedly.

They had seized so many preemptive and equipment advantages, one could say they held the upper hand, yet when it came to direct combat, they ended up in a fifty-fifty fight.

Each one seemed like a cyber superhero, with full combat exoskeletons, excellent marksmanship, strong survival skills, adaptive tactics, and fighting spirit and capability so strong, it was as if they didn’t even know what the words "fear of death" meant.

Actions like just now, throwing axes to smash loitering munitions head-on, had never happened before.

Even if they had Sianweistan to accelerate, the timing, courage, accuracy, and composure were all indispensable.

After all, normal humans, seeing a loitering munition coming at them, would think of escaping, even with Sianweistan—who would turn around, aim, and throw an axe?

Later, both sides wised up, with the players working on signal jamming and stealth development, avoiding detection by hiding in low hills or caves out of radar range.

Europeans, meanwhile, tried to avoid close-range combat with them.

The result was that during infiltration by the Black Forest squad, while a driver replaced the optical camouflage battery after getting out of the car, he was headshot by a hidden sniper in less than half a minute.

Seeing the headless corpse in the distance, team member Zoe hesitated and couldn’t help but say to the captain,

"Connor, we might need to retreat first, head back and reorganize our route, sneak into the city from a different direction. The longer we delay, the more their numbers will increase."

They had seen the players’ ability to rally, and didn’t know how many were ambushing here now.

But retreat?

Connor felt bitter inside.

The task of planting a nuclear bomb was something he obtained at great personal favor, with a lucrative bonus enough for him to retire comfortably after success.

He had even invested his personal savings for this.

If he scurried back defeated, the company punishment for mission failure was trivial; losing everything or even his life was the major issue.

He gritted his teeth and said,

"No, the enemy has surrounded Da Haguai, and according to the latest intelligence, Horizon Corporation has sent a two-thousand-man army; they could launch a full-scale attack at any time. Retreating now could mean all efforts are wasted,

for the company, mission failure means something you understand better than me. Even if ambushed, we have to fight through."

Bringing a nuclear bomb into Da Haguai was meant to severely damage the Horizon Mercenaries and smear Horizon Corporation, claiming afterward that it was Horizon Corporation in desperation that detonated the nuclear bomb themselves, given their military technology precedent.

But meeting people here was unexpected, perhaps it’s an ambush.

Seeing the situation, Zoe said nothing further, knowing a big battle was coming. She flipped into the vehicle and opened the door

to reveal four sets of power armor inside, one heavy and three light, already quite a luxury for this small squad.

The captain gave orders to the team members through the channel,

"I’ll call in air support immediately; Solina, eliminate that guy and force the rest out. Lafei, monitor the battlefield, and once you spot the enemy sniper’s location, lock and clear him with loitering munitions. The rest, prepare to engage. Once they’re dealt with, don’t linger, enter the city swiftly."

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Though the combined weight of his flesh wasn’t even two ounces, humans sometimes have an incredible crisis awareness, existing even with extensive modifications.

Ruzuo, despite blowing up an enemy loitering munition, still felt an intense sense of mortal threat, meaning either a sniper had him in their sights or another loitering munition was incoming.