Players Invade Cyberpunk

Although players hadn't dug trenches before today, that didn't stop some players from uploading pictures and videos in the channel, learning while watching and digging at the same time.

Some players questioned whether these World War I relics such as trenches still had any use in 2077.

But the sporadic voices of doubt were quickly drowned out by a deluge of military enthusiasts.

In their words,

[Why the hell are you saying so much useless crap? Go find me a method that better reduces artillery damage and improves survival rates than trenches.]

In any war, whether it was World War I or in 2024, the most resilient troop wasn't tanks, armored vehicles, or planes, but the infantry trenches.

The better the trenches are dug, the less death artillery and bombings cause. Sometimes after bombarding an enemy position all day and night, flattening the hill and killing all the rats in the holes, you might go up and find there's still someone resisting in your damn trench.

Just like tanks, people keep saying RPGs and drones can counter tanks, but try finding a unit that can replace tanks as the fastest firepower projection on the frontline. No one can find one.

Even in 2077, people arm what a tank can arm, with armor thicker than yours, firepower stronger than yours, and speed faster than yours. If you have no anti-tank weapons, the tank is your daddy.

Since the hillside terrain isn't steep, the trenches had to be dug wide to prevent armored vehicles and tanks from crushing over the trenches. One could say the players were giving it their all.

Following the Ox and Horse Security Section came Prel Radio's war correspondent, Lewis, who didn't forget to take photos with his camera diligently.

Since that incident last time, he couldn't mix in Night City anymore. So he simply took his family with Brother Dao out of the city to Stone Ridge Mountain to make a living, which got him a seat at the table. Besides, he was gradually figuring out the unique thinking patterns of these people.

He stopped a player carrying composite boards,

"This warrior of the Security Section, what do you think about this war?"

"Say what?"

[Tongsuan Ye Who Doesn't Run] looked at Lewis, full of confusion, and only after a few seconds did he respond, saying

"Aren't I playing Cyberpunk 2075? Why do I feel like I'm playing Battlefield 1?"

Although not understanding what the terms the other party mentioned meant, Lewis continued asking,

"I'm very curious; as an employee of a construction company, I saw you mixing concrete at the site the day before yesterday. How come you're on the frontline today? Was someone forcing you onto the battlefield?"

It is only this daring Lewis; generally, reporters wouldn't ask such brainless questions.

"Ah, that I know."

Tongsuan Ye seriously told Lewis,

"Civil engineering, garbage major, fuck me! Even dogs don't learn it! I'd rather die on the battlefield, die here, jump off a cliff than go back to mix concrete at the construction site."

Besides the Ox and Horse fervently digging trenches on the frontline, the subsequent player group was also rushing to their assigned destinations by the command center.

Some were occupying high grounds and constructing field defenses, some were building transportation hubs at the rear, responsible for transporting supplies to the front, and others prepared numerous vehicles, ready to conduct guerrilla warfare and cut off the Chaotic Blade Association's supply lines.

Unexpectedly for the players, no sooner had they left than Gloria led the medical department players to follow, setting up a medical station at the transit point.

"Mentor, you don't need to come along, do you? This place is dangerous."

A resident jogged alongside Gloria, trying to persuade the medical mentor to return to Big Sur. It's mainly low-level players guarding there; although not super safe, it's certainly better than the frontline.

One must know that if these game NPCs die, they're dead for real, unlike them, who can respawn.

"That makes it all the more reason for me not to go back."

Gloria's voice was particularly firm. After so many events, she knew clearly she had no retreat. If they couldn't hold the frontline, those over a hundred low-level players wouldn't hold it either. If the water plant couldn't be defended, she'd rather die.

It's crucial for Horizon Corporation's future development, and there's no risk of losing it whatsoever.

"I'm a doctor, your mentor; how could I abandon you on the battlefield and go back alone?"

She had just earned her cyber-doctor practitioner's certificate through a legitimate doctor exam last month.

Though admittedly, it was far easier than the medical exams in reality.

Almost simultaneously, the reconnaissance team led by Brother Ni and the scouts of the Chaotic Blade Association both discovered the main force of the other party and immediately reported it to the rear.

After all, it was winter, and the environment was severely polluted, with a bunch of shrubs no taller than a person on the mountainside. Such a huge noise was impossible to hide.

"Are they digging trenches on the river valley hill?"

Olivia showed a bewildered expression upon hearing this news.

"Did you freaking see it wrong?"

She remembered very clearly, the photos Albertson gave her were from six hours ago, when they had just set off from Big Sur, and many were proceeding on foot.

Even her scouts, the time they'd been missing was less than seven hours until now, and you're telling me that in seven hours, these many people managed to rush over dozens of kilometers of winding mountain paths to dig trenches uphill?

They had only been on the road for half an hour, covering less than fifteen kilometers, on relatively flat riverbeds.....

Moreover, judging by the photos sent back by the scouts, the trench there was already considerably long, meaning they had arrived there at least one or two hours earlier.

No way....

What kind of hellish marching speed is this?

Even with cyber augmentations, wouldn't you need to pause to rest from overheating?

Though the photos showed only about fifty or sixty people on the mountain, a tenth of the Chaotic Blade Association's vanguard force, Olivia didn't want any surprises. She stood up from the car roof,

"Everyone pick up the pace! Speed up! Quick, quick, quick!"