Players Invade Cyberpunk

Whoosh——

?

They've driven everyone into the cave, how come the artillery started firing?

And on this position of theirs...

Can the artillery hit it?

It wasn't until a howitzer exploded nearby, killing over a dozen comrades on the spot, that they realized.

Damn, it's not their artillery, it's the enemy's!

"Fire another round, fire another round!!!"

The Mongolian Toplaner, like the baboon in The Lion King, reverently took a 20-kilogram high-explosive shell from the side and lifted it high.

"I name this shell——Roy's Horse!"

There wasn't enough time, otherwise, he would definitely have put a photo of his uncle's head on every shell.

Then the Mongolian Toplaner quickly loaded the shell into the barrel with the loader and fired Roy's Horse at a speed of 450m/s.

Besides the two farthest howitzers, there was also a mortar troop arranged by the Wildman at the foot of the mountain. A dozen mortars thumped their shells into the sky, and the dense firepower quickly showered onto the Chaotic Blade Association rushing up the reverse slope.

In the daylight, they bombed the players with delight; this sudden attack stunned them for a long time. They suffered heavy casualties and were directly blasted back to the front of the mountain.

"I ****"

Light, upon receiving the news from down the hill, kept making beeping sounds like a telegraph

Shameless!

Unbelievably shameless!

They fought here all day, no matter how bad things got on the hill, these bastards' artillery wouldn't fire a single shot, making Light think they were either out of artillery or hadn't brought it in yet.

And the players' move to abandon their position was taken as a victory trumpet by the Chaotic Blade Association, who surged up to pursue, only for the enemy to hide in the cave while they were almost bombed to pieces.

After finally calming down, Light gasped and told his adjutant

"Have the people on the mountain clean up the battlefield and send a couple of smart ones to watch that cave. I refuse to believe they can hide in there forever!"

"Wait till daybreak and find a chance to blast the entrance so they can stay inside for a lifetime."

A thousand troops, attacking a position defended by a hundred, and getting stuck here the whole day without making any progress, he could already imagine Olivia's expression when she heard the news.

Even someone as composed as himself was so angry that his chest hurt.

And the members of the Chaotic Blade Association who were blasted back up the mountain wished their parents had given them more legs because they ran so fast.

Luckily, the shells couldn't hit the front slope. Once they realized they were safe, they collapsed in the trenches catching their breaths, cleaning the battlefield, and seeing if there was anything valuable.

Prosthetic limbs, guns, even cash and watches from the bodies were good loot.

The players had no intention of leaving their exoskeletons for the enemy. Those veteran players who died in battle pulled the pins on several grenades, blowing themselves and their exoskeletons to bits.

Roy clutched his chest; the blast wave from the shell had flung him out. If it weren't for the heavy subcutaneous armor absorbing some of the impact, he'd be dead.

Just as he was fuming, he suddenly heard a shout from not far away

"There's someone alive over here!"

"What?"

This caught the Chaotic Blade Association by surprise because none of these cyber psychopaths feared death; they'd fight until the end, but it turns out there was indeed one alive.

Roy quickly ran over, wanting to see what kind of divine being this survivor was. Plus, having a live prisoner could potentially earn some reward through information.

"Move aside."

He pushed a few people away to reach the so-called survivor. The other person's injuries made his eyelids twitch.

Both legs were blown off, bleeding profusely, with the stomach slashed open by a mantis knife, intestines spilling out.

Although the person was still breathing, Roy judged that they were doomed, likely not surviving another few minutes.

Disappointed, he nonetheless started to rummage through the body, hoping to find something valuable.

?

An oddly styled crucifix caught his attention; this guy was religious.

But why hadn't he seen this inscription before?

Roy grabbed the crucifix, ready to yank it off, but was surprised when the soon-to-die person suddenly pulled their hand out from under themselves, grabbing Roy's hand.

"Heh..."

Just as Roy was about to sneer at the dying man, he noticed several pull rings on the other person's fingers and saw the slightly open mouth.

The mouth seemed to be saying

Amen——

BOOM!!!

————

Another explosion echoed from the hilltop.

The Chaotic Blade Association below was clueless, thinking maybe an enemy was still struggling to fight in the trench.

However, with the enemy retreating into the cave, it at least meant the battle was at a temporary halt. The Chaotic Blade Association, having fought hard all day, was exhausted.

As the moon reached its peak, deep into the night, the battlefield grew increasingly quiet, with most of the Chaotic Blade Association eager to rest and gather energy for the final cleanup tomorrow.

At daybreak, they'd encircle the cave, blow it up, and continue advancing towards Big Sur.

Yet, the members guarding the hill were doomed to sleeplessness, as closing their eyes brought auditory hallucinations of distant clanging, like something being dug.

But the sound was intermittent, mingled with crackling flames, hard to discern.

Meanwhile, on the plains below, a troop stealthily descended from the distant hills, dressed in matte black suits. Their special coating scarcely reflected the moonlight, blending with the bleak plains, and they crept closer to the Chaotic Blade Association's camp, numbering in the hundreds.

They were the two regiments from the Super Earth Warfare Department.

Precision is paramount.

The Wildman kept them all along and let the Sword Saint yield the mountaintop position to split the battlefield and raid the camp at night.