Players Invade Cyberpunk

No complex operations were needed. The frontline reported the positions, the calculation center processed the parameters, and then the parameters were transmitted via the network to the fire control computer in the vehicle. The gun barrel automatically adjusted its angle, the hydraulic spade transmitted the recoil, and the gunner's role was merely to press a button to fire and load shells.

Oh, right, he also had to use a wrench to load the warhead.

Six howitzer shells fell one after another at different points in the players' positions. Thunderous explosions echoed on the mountainside, and the sound reverberated in the valley endlessly, even players in the rear could hear the terrifying roar.

The battle at the frontline began.

Following the howitzers came the rain-like mortar shells and rockets, fired from the Chaotic Blade Association camp at the foot of the mountain, spanning several kilometers to dive straight into the players' positions.

Although less powerful than the former, they were much denser and more numerous.

Crouched in the foxhole, Red Barrel felt the constant booming explosions overhead and the sand and gravel falling through the cracks in the composite boards. For the first time, he experienced the feelings of soldiers under enemy bombardment depicted in movies.

However, unlike in the movies, they weren't about to brave such explosions to confront the enemy, which would be pure foolish behavior.

After all, even the Chaotic Blade Association wouldn't charge under their own bombardment, to rush foolishly to their death. This game doesn't turn off friendly fire, and they have little experience with infantry-artillery coordination; after all, bandits have little trust in their comrades to the rear.

If there's old grudges, one might have to guard against accidental shots from behind during the charge.

To the players, this earth-shattering bombardment lasted for over ten minutes; they couldn't even remember how many explosions occurred overhead, only knowing their ears were about to go deaf.

Lewis was the saddest; lacking awareness, he volunteered to capture the most valuable footage on the frontline, but now he's dumbfounded, questioning whether he was in the right place.

He could only say that the battles in Night City were too gentle in comparison, causing him to be deceived.

The shelling ended.

Light, observing through the perspective of an airborne drone, saw that the enemy positions below were charred black, filled with exploding craters, and the billowing black smoke was incredibly thick.

Though somewhat odd that there was no movement below, he didn't think much of it.

After all, who could survive such a bombardment?

Even Adam couldn't manage.

"Roy, take your men up the hill and see if there are any survivors."

"How could there possibly be any alive?"

The infantry company commander, Roy, called by name, accepted the task without hesitation.

Then, under the envious looks of other companies, he led his men up the mountain.

After all, at this moment, whoever goes up first can claim the first cut of the spoils, be it equipment, supplies, or captives; wasn't joining the Chaotic Blade Association for this purpose?

He led over a hundred of his men, huffing and puffing, to start climbing, preparing to jump into the trenches dug by the players to clean up the remains of those brainless fools who dared to take initiative.

However, during the climb, he unexpectedly saw people moving several hundred meters away in the trenches ahead.

Could there possibly be survivors?

Roy wore a cruel smile on his face but didn't take it seriously, waving his hand.

"Charge and eliminate them, leave none alive!"

"Tear them apart, haha!"

Over a hundred of the Chaotic Blade Association charged up with guns, as anyone could see how fierce the previous bombardment was, how could there still be resistance after such shelling?

Meanwhile, on the mountain, Red Barrel pushed open the door and stepped out, clumps of earth falling from the doorframe, his entire being covered in dust.

"Cough.. cough.."

He waved his hand, dispersing the lingering dust from explosions, each breath into his lungs was scorchingly hot, smoke filled his vision, fire was everywhere, several trenches were blown apart.

The previous round of shelling was extensive, but no one died; two unfortunate souls hiding in foxholes got buried, currently digging themselves out.

Yet despite this, players didn't forget their mission, Chaldean Heroic Spirit Hall players emerged from their foxholes, Sword Saint beside Red Barrel immediately called out.

"Lunatics! Reveal your blades! Fight for SABER!!!"

The lunatics immediately responded.

Jing Luo rage/tears: "For Nero!! For Rome!"

New Dynasty Elegance: "People live for Jeanne!"

Jing Luo ecstatic: "For Boudica!"

The other two Jing Luos looked at the ecstatic one with puzzled expressions "???"

Other lunatics were also howling "Tōta, NMSL!"

"Nasty Mushroom, screw you! Return my Sakura and junior sister!"

"What's LKD and junior sister? Just two purple-haired passersby! Black Jeanne is number one in the world!"

Climbing members of the Chaotic Blade Association had no idea what the lunatics above were screaming about; many were stunned.

They hadn't fired a shot yet, but these people seemed ready to start fighting among themselves?

In previous battles with other Wandering Tribes, after such a bombardment, not only could they not continue holding the positions, a single charge could crush their will.

Why are you still so spirited?

Moreover, soon players poked their heads out from the trenches, brandished guns, and fired a volley at the charging Chaotic Blade Association, including machine gun bunkers concealed underground with only fist-sized shooting holes exposed.

Under a sudden hail of bullets, the most eager dozen Chaotic Blade Association members turned into SpongeBob, riddled with holes, thoroughly shot.

Rear members also quickly raised their guns to counter-fire, but firing uphill was foolish, especially when the opposition had trenches for cover, leaving Roy and his soldiers exposed and suffering heavy losses.