Players Invade Cyberpunk

Sometimes, war is just this confusing.

Sometimes, nearly ten thousand soldiers are stationed in the city for defense, only to sleep through the night without firing a shot. At dawn, the officer orders them to open the gates to welcome friendly forces, only for the soldiers to realize that the troops entering the city are the enemy. Their officer had surrendered last week, and they unwittingly switched allegiances as well.

Even more absurd, some get lost in the mountains and are mistaken for enemies by friendly forces, beaten up, or even accidentally collide with their own general's units during a retreat.

Wildman read the message from Shui Yue and was speechless for quite a while. He didn't know whether to be thankful that his enemies were so incompetent or what.

[Wildman: 6, I'll send someone to deal with them. Keep following them, and if necessary, find a way to create some chaos to delay their advance.]

[Shui Yue: Got it, I'll make sure they're in for a ride.]

After ending the communication, Wildman turned his attention back to the map.

The large paper map, almost the size of a table, was marked with countless symbols, nearly covering the original labels. Probably only the creator could understand what had been drawn.

The number of players is still too small...

Back when playing games, it didn't feel like this. Even if the four Hell Divers were up against hundreds of bugs, or four to five Titan players didn't care, as long as it was fun, winning and losing didn't matter. In some FPS games, those opposing NPCs were just moving targets for players, numerous but not threatening.

But in this game, every gun is deadly, and if you die, you have to wait three days with no chance to retry. A single failure could lead to dire consequences. Wildman took this unique opportunity to command very seriously and didn't want to embarrass himself by withdrawing in his first battle.

According to the report from the expert, apart from artillery, the enemy city had a few tanks and armored vehicles, and there was a warehouse full of ammunition boxes marked with the Huang Ban Corporation's logo, likely filled with smart weapons.

If Wildman were the enemy commander,

although their vanguard had been defeated, the lack of enemy forces was exposed before his eyes. Knowing this, he would certainly choose to stage another battle at the valley entrance.

He would either use an overwhelming number of troops to take the high ground by force or assemble armored troops, with artillery support, to bomb a path and quickly break through at a concentrated point, forcibly opening a route.

The problem, however, is that the players have no effective anti-armor forces or heavy firepower. RPGs and recoilless rifles might be okay for taking out armored cars in urban combat, but using these on tanks on the front lines is pure fantasy. The infantry around the tanks would immediately teach you a lesson.

And the tactic of dropping explosives on tanks with drones is ineffective because the enemy has more drones, and they're good ones from Huang Ban, making it exceptionally difficult to break through their defenses to reach the tanks.

So once the battlefield expands, this problem will be magnified infinitely. They must come up with a countermeasure.

Realizing this, Wildman informed Jianxue of his needs and sent two people to monitor the situation, preventing any chaos.

As one of the few experienced players not on the front lines, Jianxue squinted at the two old masters in front of him.

"Anti-tank? Don't you have cannons? The 105 howitzers pack quite a punch, don't they?"

The big guy said, "Can those things take out tanks?"

Jianxue shook his head, "Just two, totally unreliable, unless you hit them directly. At most, it might just break a track."

"So that's why we're here for your help," the big guy said, pulling Jianxue closer with a friendly arm around the neck.

"To be honest, I've thought you had exceptional talent ever since you started playing, and you'll achieve great things. Handling small matters like this should be a breeze for you, right?"

Potato looked on disdainfully, "Sun Yifeng, don't those words make your conscience hurt?"

The big guy glared back, "Get lost, I'm talking to my buddy, why are you interrupting?"

Potato: "Damn it!"

Jianxue: "Honestly, I don't know how to help. With how tanks are set up in the game, their armor is like that of a heavy tank. We don't have anything that can crack those cans open. You might as well try climbing up with grenades."

Players aren't gods; they can brainstorm all they want but can't surpass industrial limits. Getting mortar rounds is already beyond their usual capabilities, and to scale up, they'd need at least two more specialized production lines and professional weapons designers involved.

The big guy was still persistent, "Aren't you guys working on that 750KG bomb or something? If you can turn that into a rocket launcher, wouldn't taking care of tanks be easy?"

Jianxue looked at him as if he were an idiot,

"That thing weighs 750KG, do you think it's a baseball? Even an exoskeleton might not be able to lift it, let alone fire it. You're dreaming."

They made the thing purely for fun, never really considering putting it into combat, at least not now.

Potato suddenly chimed in, "Didn't we have that flying contraption last time? Make another one, and it should handle the weight, right? Last time we loaded up several tons of gas tanks, 750KG should be nothing."

The big guy nodded in agreement, "Yeah, yeah, that one."

Jianxue was about to say that contraption could only fly two to three hundred meters high and was slow. With the enemy's anti-aircraft guns and drones, it was a sitting duck. Last time, they were just lucky to crash into a building. In the open, Chaotic Blade Association doesn't lack firepower; using that would be suicidal.

But he suddenly reconsidered, looking at the two persistent guys in front of him.....

"Hmm.... it's not impossible, but you'll need to cooperate."