Players Invade Cyberpunk

"FOR! SUPER EARTH!!!"

Thud thud thud!!!

The sound of a few mortars firing was as rhythmic as a drumbeat, and the distance of several hundred meters was no problem at all.

Light, exhausted from a whole day's work, had just lain down on the bed, preparing to rest before charging across the valley to directly attack the opponent's artillery positions early in the morning.

But as soon as his eyes closed, shells fell into the camp, and the loud explosions awoke everyone, followed by the piercing alarm sound.

Woo——

The entire camp descended into chaos, with people shouting everywhere.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"They're on the east side!"

"West side! There are people on the west side too!"

Awakened, Light was now utterly bewildered.

What the hell is going on?

Where did these people come from to attack us?

Could it be the people from the caves coming out?

Impossible! There are so many eyes on the mountains, and guards at the entrances on both sides. Where did this group come from?

The mountain was fought over during the day and no one provided support; now you're telling me there's a night raid?

Due to habit, the Wandering Tribe's massive convoy needed to find wide and stable roads for movement, never expecting someone to abandon all heavy assets to march through narrow, dangerous mountain gullies just to get them.

He turned over and got out of bed, pushing open the car door. Outside in the camp, members of the Chaotic Blade Association were everywhere running wildly, some in disarray, while the ground was littered with blackened craters and unlucky ones bombed into two pieces were crying out in agony.

Some tried to get into their vehicles, others held guns seeking cover to counterattack, the loose organizational structure left no one to direct, each person wanting to do their own thing, leading to chaos.

Mortar shells continued to fall from the sky at intervals, taking the lives of a group of the unfortunate, further escalating the chaos geometrically.

"Hahaha!!!"

Seeing the surprise attack succeed greatly, the Truth Department charged in front with guns blazing, whether anyone was there or not, they fired a burst first.

"Natives! Hand over your scalps to me! I want them weighed by the pound!"

"On this day next year, Super Earth will definitely leave you a Thanksgiving Day to commemorate!"

First, sending three hundred people to circle around, then stationing a hundred atop the mountain, the Chaotic Blade Association left only five or six hundred at the main camp, many of them wounded, making it impossible to organize a decent counterattack.

Even the sporadic resistance was quickly overwhelmed by the player's powerful assault.

Light's head felt like exploding at the sight of those guys appearing out of nowhere, each wearing black armor.

These aren't the same people from the mountain, and why was there no sign of them before?

Amidst the chaos, he grabbed a few bewildered members of Chaotic Blade Association running past and shouted aloud.

"Everyone, organize a defense line centered around me. They are few, and can't possibly be our match!"

Light was certain this troop wasn't very large, otherwise their combat power wouldn't be used for a night raid; they would have struck during the day.

When the Chaotic Blade Association heard his familiar voice amidst the chaos, some felt as if they had finally found the backbone, rushing toward Light.

After cultivating them for years, he had raised quite a few followers, and today's efforts weren't in vain.

"Communications unit, immediately contact Nakajima Keiichi to bring reinforcements down the mountain!"

As for Roy, the unlucky one, he took two fragmentation grenades head-on at close range, and even subcutaneous armor couldn't save his life.

"Kauste, take people to find their mortars on the periphery, don't let them keep firing, drive them away!"

One order after another was issued; regardless of how efficiently the Chaotic Blade Association executed them, in this chaotic situation, a coherent voice could greatly comfort people.

Those called were Light's trusted followers, and with them leading, more and more gathered around Light, using vehicles and steel plates to build a defense line, starting to rhythmically counterattack the Hell Diver units. The players' initial unstoppable momentum began to feel resistance.

"Damn!"

Looking at a few members of Chaotic Blade Association hiding behind cover, firing at him, the Truth Department cursed why they hadn't brought more rockets out.

The ones they did bring were used up in the first attack for assault purposes, lacking heavy exoskeletons to use shields for tough offensives.

Just when he was at his wit's end, two figures rushed toward the enemy lines, driving Sianweistan dodging gunfire, jumping into the crowd with long swords flailing, slicing several people into irreparable pieces within a few blinks.

The Truth Department clicked its tongue, not expecting that a casual creation of a flying craft earlier would yield two SSR cards, not regretting spending so much money to equip them with cyborg bodies.

His good brothers huffed and puffed their way over.

"Big boss, they snatched two armored vehicles, and a cart full of supplies, the keys weren't even pulled out. But he said they couldn't break in, those people used cars to pile a wall, trying to climb over would get shot."

Light did have several armored vehicles with rocket launchers, but the steep slopes earlier were difficult even to walk, making driving uphill impossible. They were left parked at the base as turrets.

"The Sword Saint also reported that people from the mountain are coming down, urging us to retreat quickly."

"..."

The Truth Department took off its helmet, pulling its good brother aside to strike a pose, using the battlefield as a backdrop to shoot a decent photo, and then posted it on the forum.

[Truth Department: The enemy is still resisting stubbornly, unwilling to accept our management-style democracy enlightenment. Can artillery support be provided?]