Players Invade Cyberpunk

The command center of the Chaotic Blade Association observing the battle from the mountain base was also in complete chaos. Without Strak's suppression, the staff and officers were all arguing among themselves.

"Where's our artillery? Hurry up and counterattack!"

Ulysses, the artillery commander being questioned by a staff officer, looked somewhat embarrassed.

"The server is in paralysis, without computational assistance, we can't aim accurately at all..."

The staff officer was somewhat puzzled: "You mean if we can't aim accurately, we just won't shoot? Without artillery support, what if they counterattack at dawn?"

Feilinger, the logistics officer standing by, stepped forward to speak in favor of Ulysses.

"It's not that we don't want to fire, but each smart-programmed shell costs thousands of euros. A few rounds of blind firing and we'd be out of ammunition."

"Anyway, we already have the advantage now, saving a bit is better than nothing."

Save?

The staff officers heard that word as if they had heard some celestial script.

Can you even save shells in a war?

Are you stupid?

Even if you're reluctant to fire smart shells, can you not use regular shells?

Looking at the silently standing Ulysses, someone quickly understood.

The staff officer who first raised the issue stepped forward toward the logistics officer.

"Take us to the armory."

"This..." The logistics officer's eyes showed a flash of panic, but he quickly regained composure and counter-questioned.

"There's still fighting going on; why are you heading to the warehouse? You aren't planning to steal a car and desert, are you?"

The staff officer coldly glanced at the logistics officer and Ulysses, immediately pulled open the tent flap, and walked out. He headed toward the convoy camp, where a lot of people were following him.

The logistic officer, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, hurried to follow.

These nomadic wandering tribes of the Chaotic Blade Association had many large trucks and had brought many to this assault on Stone Ridge Mountain, both for transporting people and supplies.

Their armory was a temporary camp made up of five heavy-duty trucks, stacked with boxes, both large and small, filled with weapons and ammunition everywhere.

The staff officers found the truck storing shells, pried open an ammo box, and inside were neatly arranged rows of programmed shells.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

The logistics officer was also anxious; there's no such thing as fighting your way to the warehouse. He immediately signaled the nearby guards to point their guns at the staff officers.

"Let me tell you, Feilinger, I've been slaving away for the Chaotic Blade Association since I was a kid, shed how much blood, achieved how many merits, and yet you—a stray dog kicked out by military tech—dare doubt me?"

He looked fiercely at the staff officers.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Believe me, when Lord Strak returns, he'll be the first to chop off your heads!"

But Feilinger, being called by name, didn't care about any of that. He loudly ordered his guards.

"Continue to open! Find out what is going on! I dare to see if you dare to shoot!"

The guards looked at each other, hesitating to come forward, while other staff officers whispered in their ears not to turn against the other party at such a critical moment.

For a logistics officer to hold a position in the Chaotic Blade Association, nine out of ten must have someone supporting them. These low-ranking staff officers might not be able to afford to offend them.

But Feilinger was as stubborn as Atom. Seeing no one dared to step forward, he just kicked open a box himself.

Full of programmed shells.

Kicked open another.

Full of regular mortar shells.

Thus, until the sixth box was kicked open, the atmosphere became solidified.

Because inside were not shells but steel pipes wrapped in oil paper.

Yet the seal clearly stated, XN—3 Mortar Universal Shell.

The logistics officer was trembling all over.

After all, Huang Ban's weapons are hard currencies in the wasteland, not to mention Night City, a global smuggling hub.

Who wouldn't want to come here to sell stolen goods and make a fortune if they have inventory?

Huang Ban had sent hundreds of programmed shells, thousands of conventional mortar shells, and numerous conventional rifles and ammunition.

In the logistics officer's eyes, why waste such quality stuff on fighting a bunch of mercenaries? Better to cheapen himself than waste it on the battlefield.

He had colluded with Ulysses over this, planning to move the goods to Night City and split 64% of the profits. After the battle, Ulysses would claim the shells were depleted, and that's it.

War was originally a chance to clear accounts and an opportunity for people like them to reap benefits.

But he initially told Ulysses to sell half and keep half.

However, in reality, he sold 80% of the smart shells, 50% of the regular shells, then filled the smart shells' gap with regular ones, and the regular shells' gap with steel pipes.

Netted 210,000 euros.

You could say he made a windfall.

But what he and Ulysses didn't anticipate was that the cost of this windfall would come so swiftly.

The mercenaries on the mountain resisted exceptionally stubbornly, supported by the construction site. No matter how hard they were bombed, they wouldn't retreat. Moreover, there were so many hackers who had directly blown up the whole local network and even tied up Strak himself.

However, just when it seemed like trouble was mounting, a communications soldier ran over anxiously.

"It's not good, officers, those Adcardo have brought out loads of robots and exoskeletons from the cave, the brothers can't hold out any longer!"

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

Initially, neither the Chaotic Blade Association nor Huang Ban even bothered to look at the Wandering Tribe outside Evil Land.

After all, the combat personnel added up to just a few dozen people. In this scale of battle, it would be something if they could hold the tunnel. Now you're saying this group of wanderers not only held the tunnel but also fought back?

"What kind of robots? How many?"

"Just two-legged ones, almost like doors, looking over, there are at least sixty or seventy of them, with intense firepower, and a lot of running blocks on the ground, all scuttling around. The brothers can't hold on!"