Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1212 - 393: An Eye for an Eye

Cuba, Havana International PortThree enormous warships are docked here, their steel hulls, nearly one kilometer long, instill fear in everyone who sees them.

These are not those awkward, massive transport planes, but real military heavy floating ships.

Uniform dark blue armor, teams of patrolling soldiers on deck, the flags of the UK and France fluttering at the bow, evoke admiration and envy from the Cubans.

The air combat command of the European forces is established on the Valmy, rented to the Black Forest by the French.

After the great defeat of the celestial hunters, even Havana’s flying squad must now heed their commands.

Nightmare himself has no opinion, whatever, as long as they can drive away those annoying Yankees.

However, since that air battle, Cuban pilots fought bravely, successfully shooting down over two hundred Marauders and retreated with the remaining aircraft to Havana.

Since then, the pilots have been paranoid all day, often waking up screaming from nightmares in the middle of the night.

"They’re there! They’re on my plane! Get your hands off my plane!"

"Don’t throw me down! Mom!"

Sometimes the wind blowing against the dormitory glass at midnight can scare them terribly, and many even suffer from cyberpsychosis, eventually killing their roommates by mistake.

The combat effectiveness has plummeted, they don’t even dare to take off anymore, leaving not much to command.

As a result, the Europeans have had to send over another batch of pilots to execute missions.

"Remember, you have only one mission, and that is indiscriminate bombing."

After the commander assigns the target coordinates to the pilots, he says.

"We’ve discovered these Yankees are gathering Cubans in this area, and according to our intelligence, we suspect they’re brainwashing these Cubans into soldiers.

You are to destroy everything in sight, people, houses, vehicles, bomb them all, leave nothing behind, utterly destroy any usable soldiers they have."

Captain Blitz saluted the commander.

"Understood!"

Dozens of bombers took off vertically from the deck one after another, heading towards the Sapata Peninsula, with two fighter squadrons paving the way for them.

The wings cut through the air with trembling sounds, that was the sound of the Grim Reaper sharpening his blade.

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Compared to a month ago, the Cuban battlefield has once again expanded.

Stretching east and west from Pig Bay, under the pressure of the European Community, the Camaguey Republic also has to declare war on the players, more troops are being thrown into the battlefield.

Likewise, more civilians are caught in this slaughter, but there’s no other way, people can only continue to live nervously on this land.

Things aren’t like they used to be, used to be fields growing crops, now it’s all tobacco, which can’t be eaten.

So leaving the village means you quickly run out of water and food, there’s absolutely no way to go, you can only stay in the village, living in fear.

In a small village near the Adriatic side of Natventura, next to the sea.

A woman carrying a basket of clothes was ready to go to the creek to do laundry, she couldn’t help asking her husband before going out.

"Carson, why aren’t we following those people? Rachel said these foreigners would arrange better housing and work for us, and even normal food..."

Yesterday, a group of foreign soldiers drove away the tobacco field militia here and invited them to work at Pig Bay, but Carson refused, only two orphans followed to leave, while the others refused to go.

"What do you understand, woman? Didn’t you hear what those militia said? Europeans are coming, these Americans surely can’t stay long."

Carson, with his yellow teeth, showed intense fear in his eyes.

"But those are Europeans... in the end, it’s still going to be what it is..."

The woman didn’t insist anymore, she didn’t understand what these things meant, nor had she understood the world outside Cuba, she only knew Europe was the strongest and richest place in the world.

Together with her to the riverbank were women from several other families, pounding and hitting clothes on stones by the stream, since there’s no industry, the water in Cuba is cleaner than in Night City.

It’s already the late 21st century, yet people here are still washing clothes as they did two hundred years ago.

While pounding clothes, they chatted in twos and threes, though the atmosphere was heavy, even they could sense the increasingly unsettling vibe in the village lately, most of the conversation revolved around yesterday’s events.

Suddenly, a woman stopped her actions and looked up; she seemed to have heard something.

It sounded like the end of a rope whipping through the air, and it was getting louder.

A black dot appeared in the distant sky, the women couldn’t figure out what it was, but it was indeed approaching them.

A fighter jet swept low, two 20mm caliber machine guns roared past the creekside, more than ten women were shredded into pieces, falling into the river, four or five died instantly, while six or seven lay wounded on the ground, screaming and groaning, blood seeped into the river, dyeing almost half the stream red.

"10 points! Hahaha."

Pilot Vincent looked at his own handiwork through the camera with great satisfaction, even laughing proudly in the channel.

"I haven’t been this thrilled for a long time."

His colleagues in the channel were cheering too.

"Right, did you see those fools? They think their legs can outrun me, haha."

"It was so worth going to Cuba on this assignment, Vincent, remember that chick from last night? She actually believed I’d take her back to France, hahaha, she was so damn stupid."