Players Invade Cyberpunk

Therefore, it is highly likely that the opponent doesn't possess larger caliber weapons.

These six cannons were purchased by the previous leader of the Chaotic Blade Association tribe from a defeated artillery colonel during the unification wars. Afterwards, the colonel reported them as war losses, having suffered no actual losses while making a tidy profit.

Such things are considered heirloom-level treasures to her; losing even one would be heartbreaking for a whole year.

Just the costs of the shells and maintenance over the past two days have been enough to make her wince.

However, among the things given by Huang Ban this time, there are even better ones, but Olivia, wanting to save wherever possible, has no intention of deploying them on the battlefield.

They are far too expensive to maintain; it would be better to sell them at a high price.

For personal use, they may be essentially brand new but can't compare price-wise to genuinely new ones.

After pondering for a while, Olivia ordered:

"Let four groups of a hundred men each advance under the cover of the artillery positions, with a wide search range to prevent enemy attacks during the move. We must be fast, completing the transfer before dawn."

Something seemed to have occurred to her, and she contacted another member of the Chaotic Blade Association.

"Are all the enemies at the valley entrance eliminated?"

The cadre started, surprised.

"Uh...not yet."

"Not yet? What have you been doing?"

Frustrated by the unfavorable situation, Olivia glared at her comrade, her crimson cybernetic eye making it easy for the cadre to imagine being decapitated as a rallying symbol.

"They've all hidden inside the caves and won't come out. A forced attack would lead to too many casualties."

But Olivia dismissed his explanation.

"If I don't see every corpse inside them by tomorrow morning, be prepared to rush in yourself!"

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At dawn the next day, Walter, having assessed that the player faction likely didn't possess additional anti-armor weapons, decisively deployed half of his infantry fighting vehicles and a tank to the frontline, using them as an assault team to swiftly break the players' defenses.

"Requesting fire support! Their infantry fighting vehicles are arriving, we need fire support!"

Boom!

One high-explosive shell after another fell on the seventh position, the explosion's flames almost obscuring the entire visible area.

Cowering in the trenches, the Swordfish soldiers were numb; today's attack strength was several levels higher than yesterday's.

Several infantry fighting vehicles started firing at them from afar, their firepower too overwhelming to withstand, leaving the players afraid to even peek out.

[Wildman: Keep holding on]

"Shit!"

The infantry fighting vehicle's barrage lasted nearly a full minute, stopping only when the gun barrel became red-hot.

Immediately, dozens of Chaotic Blade Association members surrounded two wheeled vehicles emerging from the black smoke, charging towards the position.

They tried to suppress the mountaintop with rifle fire, but the players immediately counter-attacked, with reinforced pillboxes belching fire, halting the Chaotic Blade Association's advance up the mountain.

Exposed pillboxes soon faced counter-fire from infantry fighting vehicles, with large-caliber autocannons unleashing a furious barrage on the firing points.

But the half-meter-thick soil entrenchment was impervious to several autocannons; a single machine gun prevented the Chaotic Blade Association members from even raising their heads.

Some even started feeling retreat-minded again, wanting to shrink back.

But more people surged forward from the rear.

Da-da-da——

Bullets shockingly were aimed at their own retreating comrades, instantly killing a few deserters.

The overseeing squad, guns in hand, scowled.

"Move forward or die here!"

The deserters were messily driven back to the battlefield, charging towards the mountaintop.

"Ah——"

One Swordfish, protruding from cover to counterattack, suddenly felt a violent tremor in his hand, his gun flung from his grasp.

He was stunned for several seconds before realizing his hand had been blown apart, losing three fingers, leaving his skin looking like it had been gnawed on by dogs.

But instead of blood, a pale modification fluid spurted out.

"Medic! Medic!"

Nearby, a player paralyzed in the trench, having been shot several times, yelled at him,

"The resident just died!"

Whoosh——

As soon as the words left his mouth, an intelligent mortar shell descended, blowing that player into pieces.

A mangled arm fell nearby the Swordfish.

"Fuck!"

One-handed shooting was impossible; the Swordfish lifted an RPG from beside him, half-emerging from the trench, aiming at the crowd-encircled vehicle and pulling the trigger.

Perhaps thinking the trench occupants were all dead, the infantry fighting vehicle continued with the infantry towards the trenches, not expecting anyone to dare come out and fire at them.

A recoilless shell, trailing white smoke, crossed the crowd, slamming into the infantry fighting vehicle.

These player-made devices were naturally inferior in quality to those from military industrial giants; penetrating 300MM would be impressive, posing almost no threat to the tank.

But if a tank couldn't be taken down, couldn't a wheeled infantry fighting vehicle be hit?

Previously, it was difficult to hit at long range, but now, at close distance, hitting was not an issue.

The warhead collided with the 40mm armor, exploding in flames that engulfed all crew members through a fist-sized hole.

The once-dominating infantry fighting vehicle suddenly went silent, stranded without movement.

The Swordfish dropped the launcher, activated Dual Blades, and charged the Chaotic Blade Association in the distance, but the battlefield's bullet density was entirely different from what he'd experienced in Stan's cities, making dodging all stray rounds impossible.

By the time the Swordfish reached the first Chaotic Blade Association member, he'd been shot several times, bleeding profusely.