Players Invade Cyberpunk

It even feels more thrilling than shooting a gun.

"Should we just blow up the arsenal and fuel depot, send them all to the sky?"

The players' mortars have a range of 4,000 meters, over a kilometer. These players, having just started playing with mortars, weren't very confident in hitting the target immediately, but they were confident in forcibly bringing the target within their range.

"No way!"

Upon hearing this, Tutu became anxious.

"Are you guys crazy? If we take these people down, all the stuff will be ours. Blowing it up would be a huge waste!"

In this game, there's no setting where equipment remains intact after killing a boss. If it's gone, it's truly gone; if it's destroyed, it's truly destroyed.

Red Barrel: "Then what do we do? We're still on the mountain chasing people and can't get down. You guys are not enough in numbers, and without causing a commotion by blowing up these key points, we might not be able to handle them."

Then a thought flashed in his mind.

"Ah, I remember Panam said things seemed to be going smoothly on their side. How about we send them our location and call them over?"

Tutu: "Makes sense; I think we can try that."

Everyone discussed it and found nothing wrong with the plan, and immediately agreed to it.

And when Sol heard their plan, he was a bit surprised to know that some players had infiltrated the enemy's main base wearing the Chaotic Blade Association's clothes.

However, he quickly devised a battle plan.

"Okay, you guys wait for a bit. Only start when I arrive nearby with my team. I'll have the people left at the tribe drive all the movable vehicles over; then you can start bombing."

"Choose the command center as the first target. After disrupting their deployments, have those of you who are infiltrated inside create some commotion, the bigger the better."

"Once we see the commotion, we'll launch an attack immediately."

The plan is rough, but overly meticulous plans tend to have low success rates, it's often the straightforward plans that make history.

Success largely depends on execution.

The players had no objections, in fact, Red Barrel's side even voluntarily sent a group of high-level players down the mountain to join in the assault.

The two groups immediately took action, having already crushed the Chaotic Blade Association's forces surrounding the tunnel. Sol immediately led Adcardo with dozens of vehicles racing through the dawn wilderness. The dust raised by the wheels felt like a vast army in the early morning, making the ground slightly tremble.

But in reality, the convoy held less than a hundred people.

Players like Shui Yue from the Stealth Department were also clearing out the outpost sentries. Early morning is when people are most prone to drowsiness; the Chaotic Blade Association, after a whole night's exertion, had many members exhausted, completely unaware that those who had just gone on duty are already devoid of life.

Buzz——

As the last hacker had his brain fried in the icy water, the ever-busy technicians had to face a harsh reality.

All their servers were completely down, even their tablets, computers... any devices connected to the local network, all automatically turned off.

His Adam's apple bobbed, wanting to report the situation upward, but strange whistling sounds came from above.

Sounded like buzzers.

Also sounded like bullet noises.

And the sound got louder and closer.

Then several balls of fire exploded in the center of the camp, the blast ripping the nylon fabric of the tents into shreds, blowing many surrounding people away.

Soon, the sharp sound of a siren rang out,

"Enemies!"

"Enemies from the north! Their artillery!"

"Where's the patrol? Are they just freeloaders?"

The patrol unit was hiding in the corner, smoking and slacking off, completely unresponsive when they were picked off one by one.

When there was a network, member deaths could be quickly detected, but that chance was gone now.

The fact that Mongolian Toplaner and others could sneak to within a kilometer of the camp just speaks to those being rightfully doomed.

The players were puzzled where such audacity to provoke them came from.

The Mongolian Toplaner immediately loaded the second shell,

"Keep bombing! Haha!"

Even though the explosion site was invisible, the resounding booms of the shells bursting in the air repeatedly echoed across the plains, lingering without end.

The Chaotic Blade Association, already tense due to the camp attack, suddenly exploded into panic.

Many hurriedly grabbed their guns but didn't know which way to go, only hearing round after round of shells flying over their heads.

"Have you found them yet?"

"Found them, they're on the northern slope!"

"Hurry up and kill them!"

"Don't go out, they're launching an attack. Quick, reinforce the defense lines!"

"The commander? Where's the commander?"

Seeing the chaotic camp, Shui Yue and a few others whistled, each finding a corner to mix into the crowd, shouting incoherently,

"Our army is defeated, retreat, retreat now!"

"The commander is dead, all the commanders are dead!"

"They have so many people, so many are charging at us, at least dozens of artillery..."

"Tanks, they have tanks! It's the Apocalypse Tank!"

Causing even more chaos while 'accidentally' dropping a few grenades with pins pulled, blowing up a few more to confirm the reality of dozens of artillery.

Hearing the commotion from afar, Sol immediately had his tribesmen step on the gas pedal, and the massive convoy started heading towards the place.

The immense dust cloud stretched from east to west, making it impossible to see how many were following behind, only feeling an overwhelming sense of many.

The sudden strikes combined with the rapidly approaching enemy easily shattered the garrison's psychological defense, especially when they discovered that the sentinels had their throats slit, bleeding on the ground, their panic exponentially magnified.

Shui Yue: "Run, they'll kill us, I haven't even spent my money yet~~ I don't want to die~~"

Turning lies into reality often just takes an instant.

Even the surviving quartermasters and Chaotic Blade Association officers didn't forget about their money amidst panic, ordering subordinates to load the cash-filled boxes into vehicles and prepare to flee, a scene quickly noticed by others.

"Ukler Hill, he's running off with a lot of money!"

Total collapse.