Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1241 - 403: Crossfire on Two Fronts (2)

Their equipment isn’t as good as the Western Front, but they have self-propelled artillery, fighters, tanks, and infantry fighting vehicles, all the essentials.The relentless artillery fire practically sets the ground ablaze, flames devouring the scant dry vegetation remaining. On the smoke-filled battlefield, the treads of heavy tanks crush one shattered body after another as they roll toward the players’ front lines, with the main guns firing shot after shot.

The helicopter squadron overhead is pouring firepower furiously into the players inside the bunkers, explosions almost covering the entire horizon.

It’s not that they don’t want to lock on, but that airburst nuclear bomb took out most of Cuba’s radar, blinding even the satellites. The intelligent howitzers can only blind-fire based on coordinates transmitted from the front.

The cartel leaders witnessing this scene tremble down to their souls, as the heat wave from the flames almost sweeps across their faces.

This is war; all their past skirmishes were mere child’s play.

The ammunition expended in this battle exceeds all the conflicts they stirred up over the past year, its devastation far beyond their imagination.

More worrying than the expense is the terror of facing an enemy that can resist such firepower.

The battle line formed by two thousand soldiers of Hell Diver stretches for dozens of kilometers, the blue flag of Super Earth fluttering defiantly despite being riddled with holes, flapping fiercely in the gusts whipped up by artillery fire.

An underground reinforced trench.

First Bartu of Super Earth, his good brother just got both legs blown off by a grenade shell, now sitting as the military doctor swaps them for prosthetics.

Above them, the ceiling occasionally shudders with the sounds of explosions, yet the faces in the basement show not a hint of fear, only the ecstasy of full-scale war finally breaking out.

They only lament that the commotion isn’t big enough.

"Thrilling! Thrilling indeed! We haven’t even started trouble with them, but they’ve come seeking us first."

The Truth Department runs into the basement and dusts off the ash from their heads.

"Heard Da Haguai already used nuclear bombs; when can we also get to call in an airdrop for a 500KG bombing? That would be great."

The good brother, wobbling his newly attached prosthetic, stands up, familiarizes himself, and asks.

"What are the orders from headquarters?"

"Following the original plan, advance the attack towards the Eastern Front. Now most of Cuba’s military radar should’ve been blown out by EMP flash bombs, rendering both sides blind, erasing the Europeans’ information advantage. It’s a great opportunity for us."

The Truth Department doesn’t understand so much technical jargon, but the Heart of the Horizon demo version explains the situation to every player.

To launch an attack with two thousand against eight thousand, only players could talk about it so lightly and leisurely.

"Alright."

The good brother displays a fist-to-chest gesture towards the Truth Department, saluting in the style of Super Earth.

"For Super Earth!"

The Truth Department returns the salute.

"For Super Earth, little brother, you can head forth without worry."

A charge isn’t as simple as everyone crawling out of trench lines at once; that would only lead to death.

Moreover, two thousand people can’t cover the entire defense line. They are scattered across various strategic points, divided into different combat units executing various tactical plans.

Some penetrate enemy lines, seeking high-value targets like artillery positions, airports, command centers to pinpoint for long-range strike forces.

Others are preparing armored clusters in tanks and infantry fighting vehicles ready to charge at any moment.

Still others control drones battling enemy helicopter units, persistently ambushing enemy armored units.

In addition to artillery troops, electronic interference units, sniper squads, radar teams...

Real combatants in the front-line trenches, bunkers, outposts constitute less than one-third of the total number.

"Enemy artillery units spotted, they’re setting up cannons, I’ve sent the coordinates."

Shui Yue, infiltrating enemy lines, hides sideways behind a truck, wearing tattered military fatigues similar to those of the cartel armies. The mix is chaotic, sneaking in was extremely easy.

The radar can’t be used, and there’s no satellite.

Yet more than a dozen Stealth Department players penetrating the enemy’s positions effectively replace the role of those two, relying on system networks to transmit information in real-time.

Current Super Earth artillery company commander Sima Zhanlei sees it and immediately speaks over the artillery channel.

"All units, move quickly into designated positions, strike target sequences transmitted, compute independently after entering emplacement."

Behind the front-line positions, over twenty 155 self-propelled howitzer turrets begin rotating.

"Data received, orientation 17-22, range table 216, killing shell, instantaneous fuse, full charge, rapid fire order of five."

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Five rounds of rapid fire spanning half a minute, the artillery crew quickly retracts and flees, without a hint of hesitation.

The targeted cartel artillery position suffers catastrophically. The power of the 155 howitzer is no joke; a single shot creates a deep crater of several meters in diameter, a dozen cannons utterly wrecked without firing a shot, casualties heavy.

Having been battling in Cuba for two months, artillerymen now revel in using their company’s homemade cannons, each time a Stealth Department player reports a high-value enemy target, they pause in transit and fire swiftly, taking less than two minutes from parking, setup, firing, to getaway.

"Enemy armored target spotted, coordinates sent."

"Enemy skirmish line detected, coordinates sent."

"Enemy anti-aircraft vehicle unit located, coordinates sent."

Shooting from the dark, the feeling of firing a shot and fleeing is just too enjoyable.

While tank clusters advancing along routes intend to take advantage of friendly fire suppression for a raid, sudden artillery fire from above rains down, barely spotting enemy positions before the shots flip their turrets, some blown over a meter high.