Players Invade Cyberpunk

One of the players exclaimed in surprise, "Damn, it's the Three-Dog Slaughter Formation! And they can attack remotely!"

The fallen Red Barrel felt the temperature in his crotch rise rapidly, almost catching fire, and quickly shouted,

"What are you still watching for, come and help!"

However, the dogs seemed to understand human language and released their grip before the players could open fire, leaving Red Barrel and burrowing into the trenches.

The robot Arnold took off his sunglasses and said incredulously,

"Are these really dogs? Why do I feel like they're smarter than I am?"

Not far away, Sword Saint quipped, "There might not be much in this world that's dumber than you."

Red Barrel, climbing up from the ground, felt deeply insulted by those modified dogs and furiously shouted,

"Damn it, close the door! Release the dogs!"

Chaotic Blade Association has its dogs, and so do the players.

Though those things look nothing like dogs.

A bunch of blocky platform robots, spinning on four Mecanum wheels, quickly shot out from the tunnel, the mounted automatic machine guns rapidly opening fire under the fire control system at the modified dogs charging into the trenches.

These were valuable assets that players couldn't bear to move to the front lines earlier, but the situation is dire now, and the assembly lines in the rear have been activated. At the Wildman's behest, the players' companies fully weaponized and sent their robots into battle.

Besides aiding in combat, these little things also played a vital role in transporting supplies over long distances, moving a large amount of logistics from the foot of the mountain to the top, as well as transferring the wounded to the rear stations, doing their job diligently.

Of course, their combat intelligence is low, far from matching those advanced modified dogs; after all, Sea God is industrial software, not military AI, but their numbers far surpass the opponents'.

The modified dogs that jumped into the trenches were also caught off guard by the sudden appearance of these transport platforms. The hidden corners that many players wouldn't even bother looking at were easily scanned and detected by the transport platforms only as high as their calves.

Especially with the clearly visible footprints left by the heavy, over-hundred-kilogram modified dogs on the soil ground, they couldn't escape the trajectory tracking of the transport platforms. So it was often seen that a few small transport platforms with mounted machine guns chased a dog all over the trenches.

With the addition of this living force, the defensive pressure on the players suddenly decreased, but the slight commotion caused by the modified dogs allowed the Chaotic Blade Association behind them to cover a great distance forward, especially with more drones in the sky than before. Although they couldn't carry any large-caliber weapons, their aerial grenades were really troublesome.

Explosions were everywhere, stray bullets flying all around, nothing but rolling black smoke to see, and enemies climbing up behind that black smoke. Although the player numbers had replenished to 150, they faced even more pressure than last time.

"They're charging up!"

"Mortar crew! Hurry up and blast them! Can't you be quicker? Be a quick shooter, will you!"

"Do you really need to spell it out for me?"

Nephilim, the mortar player, was also annoyed. He only had a crew of four, just one mortar, and even if his hands broke, it wouldn't cover the entire battlefield.

Gritting his teeth, he said to the assistant gunner,

"Damn it, I'm done firing, you take over the mortar, I'm going to the front."

Then he picked up a box of mortar shells and charged forward, ducking through the bullet-riddled smoke-covered battlefield and into the trenches, opening the box, pulling out an unfired mortar shell, tapping it against his steel helmet, and tossing it into the Chaotic Blade Association's ranks.

With a boom, three or four members of the Chaotic Blade Association were sent to their maker on the spot.

Anyway, being this close, a few dozen meters didn't need a mortar tube; he could throw the mortar shell to the enemy by hand.

Only four or five kilograms, with the support of the cybernetic body, it was effortless.

Moreover, the power of the mortar shell is far greater than a grenade. It may not kill everyone on a basketball court, but half is no problem.

This unexpectedly added manual mortar instantly inflicted more casualties on the frontline of the Chaotic Blade Association.

Hearing the bursts of artillery from the mountain, Olivia, arranging the reconnaissance units to quickly pass through the canyon entrance, was secretly alarmed.

"I didn't expect them to fight this fiercely. If there were a few more of them, my progress today might not be so smooth."

She had also been through many battles, but it was her first time encountering enemies with such tenacious resistance.

What on earth were these people fighting so desperately for?

What relationship does company property have with them? How much salary were they paid that's worth risking their lives?

Eventually, the money would end up in the pockets of company executives, wouldn't it?

Many members of the Chaotic Blade Association were soldiers abandoned by New America during the Unified War. No one knew better than them the face of businesspeople.

When they need you to risk your life, they talk about ideals and the future. When it's time to spend money, it's about the difficulties of the country, the company, hoping you'd understand.

If you persistently insist and gather retired and wounded soldiers to protest, you won't get compensation but rather the tank treads.

Such events were documented a hundred and fifty years ago.

Truly foolish.

After a silent moment of mourning for the fate of those up the mountain, Olivia said to her subordinates,

"After pushing them into the caves, don't follow them in. Pile wood at the entrance and set it on fire. Remember to use blowers to direct the smoke inside."

She wasn't foolish enough to let her people stay in open ground but run into narrow caves for a melee with a bunch of maniacs.

Once the reconnaissance units at the front clarified the situation, the armored units would speed through the canyon entrance, seize the high ground behind, and set up a new artillery position.

At that point, no matter where these people hide, the high-positioned howitzer can deliver shells straight to their mouths.