Players Invade Cyberpunk

"You don't need to worry about this."

After snapping back at Albertson, Olivia switched her expression to look at V.

"Valerie, what do you think? I mean this group of mercenaries. They've occupied the valley entrance, and without a good strategy, I won't be able to complete our deal on time."

She had long noticed the tension between the two, and was simply saying this to annoy Albertson.

But Valerie answered the question quite seriously.

"No great strategies here. You outnumber them dozens of times, plus you have Huang Ban's equipment support. It's best to break through their defenses with a frontal assault, don't give them any chance to play tricks."

A heavy sword with no sharp edge; great skill appears clumsy.

All tactics are useless in the face of overwhelming power.

How do you lose when 180 troops face 120 troops and you also have flying dragons?

Just go straight at them and you've won.

Swap homes for a decisive win, strong attacks win as well.

Honestly, neither Valerie nor Albertson could think of a reason why a few thousand against a few hundred, with an equipment advantage, could lose.

"Hmm..."

Olivia hadn't told Huang Ban's people that she had dispatched a force of 300 light infantry to flank through the northern canyon. She's not their subordinate and remarked directly with sarcasm.

"Then let's do as you say, Valerie. I definitely prefer talking to smart people."

That woman is still fanning the flames...

Valerie glanced at Albertson from the corner of her eye, and sure enough, although she kept a straight face, her twitching eyes clearly showed her foul mood.

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If there was a word to describe Sword Saint and his team, it would certainly be disheveled.

They fought in trenches filled with gunfire, rolled in dirt pits, dug stones in caves. Blood and dust mixed on their bodies, and when it dried, it felt as uncomfortable as could be.

"I never thought my first all-nighter in life would be dedicated to this game."

Sword Saint, panting heavily, leaned on his shovel against the wall. After rushing out of the cave in the middle of the night to repel the Chaotic Blade Association guards on the mountain, players continued to dig trenches overnight without sleep. Now, switching shifts to rest, he could see he really was burdened with a fatigue debuff.

"You'll get used to it. Being able to play this game for 24 hours beats slaving away on Earth OL."

Red Barrel felt he had the most authority on this matter.

Because he had resigned, not working anymore. This year, the construction sector was terrible, many building companies went bankrupt, and wages were delayed again and again. He wasn't going to play their game anymore.

Playing this game, even if it meant eating fried river noodles every meal, he was willing.

At this moment, Copster really brought two bowls of fried river noodles into the trench for the two of them.

"One good news, one bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Red Barrel raised his hand: "Let's hear the bad news first and mentally prepare."

"The bad news is that the Chaotic Blade Association's 300-member squad split off yesterday is trying to find a way to flank us and raid the logistics point."

When Chaotic Blade Association split their forces, Shui Yue had watched it all and immediately notified the command, even tagging along from a distance behind them.

Hearing this news, everyone felt a tightness in their hearts. They've been fighting here furiously just to keep the enemies halted here.

If Chaotic Blade Association found another route to bypass, they wouldn't be able to run ahead to dig trenches against them.

In this territory, players could only rely on maps that had cleared the fog of war to say they were familiar; once beyond those maps, they'd be blind, not knowing where to chase, and could only take it one step at a time.

Red Barrel slurped some noodles, "So what's the good news?"

"Good news... Good news is that the noodles are cooked."

Copster raised the steaming noodles in his hand.

"It's past seven, stop working, eat first."

Red Barrel/Sword Saint: "Ahh Aminos!"

The sight of the two about to pounce on him for a beating, Copster quickly surrendered.

"Alright, no more teasing. The good news is that Super Earth captured a batch of armored vehicles, and those guys on the back hill retreated. Today should be free from attack pressure, so you can take a breather; our reinforcements are also on the way."

"What about that group then?"

Copster nonchalantly said, "Just over 300, a drop in the ocean compared to here. Besides, they didn't even bring cannons, all infantry, at best with some smart weapons. Just consider them leveling materials for newbies."

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Shui Yue looked at those Chaotic Blade Association members resting at the foot of the mountain and found it hilarious. These guys walked a step and stopped for three, resting for over ten minutes every half hour, already complaining after a night's march. Their command must have been overly ambitious, actually expecting these kinds of people to quickly flank and surround them; what were they thinking?

Players could hardly feel muscle soreness, only noticing their breath becoming quicker and strength declining needing rest. Until muscle collapsing, they might not even stop. Without replacing cybernetic limbs, who could outrun them?

Shui Yue simply took out his phone, snapped a photo of himself with those leisurely Chaotic Blade members below, and uploaded it to the command channel.

"Reporting to headquarters, enemy squad is 37 kilometers away from HQ. I estimate at this pace, they won't even reach by tomorrow night."

"They're more relaxed than school students on a spring trip. Maybe we should send someone over to wake them up."

When they split forces, these Chaotic Blade members only knew the mountain was difficult to attack, but hadn't realized their main base would be raided and collapse first. The deputy didn't inform them, prompting them to sluggishly march forward.