Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1222 - 397: Limitless War (Part 2)

Intelligent bullets are as common as water, single-soldier cruise missiles fly around like flies, not to mention artillery shells, tanks, drones, and various combat exoskeletons, and the most lethal EMP.Damn it, we’ve never seen such audacious newcomers, harder to deal with than Huang Ban agents, this isn’t an opponent you can handle now, alert at the first sight, someone will come to deal with them, you just need to hold the position."

The Horizon Corporation does indeed regard intelligent bullets as high-performance artworks rather than consumables.

But that’s based on production costs, once the opponent doesn’t consider costs, the battlefield effect is still very powerful.

Various micro-explosives, some can even upload Demonic Puppets.

The most troubling for players is the opponent’s use of EMP missiles, they’ve suffered losses against Huang Ban before, but back then, exoskeleton usage wasn’t widespread.

Now with Hakimi modifications for everyone, one EMP can cause strong impact despite prior precautions, significantly reducing combat capability.

"So exaggerated?"

Mann was baffled hearing this.

"It’s so exaggerated, I thought it would be just like before when we came here."

Dolio interjected.

"The times you were there were in Honduras, not Cuba."

"What’s the difference, after all, both are small places."

Although very unwilling, this battlefield situation can no longer be overturned by individual prowess.

Even Mann can’t, let alone the players.

Now both sides are competing in overall war power; any flaw or shortcoming will get punched to death by the opponent.

"By the way, here’s something good for you."

Tutu seemed to recall something, rummaged through the miscellaneous box in the car, and pulled out.... two packs of cigarettes.

These cigarettes are quite crude, an observant person can tell at a glance they are self-made, Mann never saw these brands in Night City.

"Ten.... Qu?"

"Hey, Cuban tobacco leaves are rolled so much, burning them is waste, so we make our own cigarettes, they’re quite a kick, smoke them hard, there’s plenty piled like a mountain, and free."

"Tha... Thanks..."

Mann didn’t know what these guys were thinking, facing such formidable foes, yet they still had time to make homemade tobacco.

Tutu detailed every possible encounter and enemy deployment to David and companions, and accompanied them the entire journey.

"That’s it here, when meal time arrives, drones will deliver supplies based on your reported real-time locations, you’ll soon see results from these two months’ training."

As one of the earliest players, he well knows David’s importance in Gloria’s heart; in this game world where NPC death is irreversible, he doesn’t wish for a repeat of the King’s death or Arthas wearing the helm.

After confirming he had explained everything and recorded it in the terminal, the vehicle stopped at the checkpoint gate in the mining field; they were about to part ways.

Mann and team saluted Tutu, who boarded the car alone.

"Take care, Mr. Tutu, wish you a smooth journey, I’ll treat you to drinks once back."

In the two months at Dragon Field, Mann felt the great difference between this egalitarian army and past United States military.

Tutu returned a not-so-standard salute.

"We’ll talk it over when back, I’ll treat you then."

After almost two months of baptism by fire, his entire aura changed, no longer the playful past, even rarely indulged in idle talk.

He commanded four exoskeleton bodies to board his equipment vehicle, drove away, heading to the front lines.

Besides Mann’s squad, the two thousand soldiers accompanying also received their tasks, spread across the entire control area, establishing a rigorous surveillance network with drones and electronic equipment to prevent enemy infiltration into production zones.

They may not face enemy’s sharp edges directly, but are equally crucial.

Once acquainted with the battlefield, joining combat is inevitable.

While in David’s unseen places, intense skirmishes are playing out everywhere.

The Cuban plains are scattered with countless dark craters, lingering smoke still floats in the air, the two meters deep craters warn of previous violent bombardments.

Woo!!!

A cruise missile dives from hundreds of meters high, charging toward an enemy target it captured.

The chip program controls the booster with high precision, under such precision strikes, trenches’ advantages greatly diminish.

The tracked person wears a red heavy-duty external power armor, sprinting wildly on the ground, extraordinarily fast, reaching speeds of twenty to thirty kilometers per hour.

He shoulders Meng on the left, Kong on the right, wields a Ren Axe, exuding the aura of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith.

(The way of benevolence continued inside)

As the cruise missile falls within just ten meters from him, he suddenly turns around.

Sianweistan activates.

Everything slows down, even the cruise missile’s speed reduced to single digits per second.

In a flash.

He fiercely swings his right hand, the Ren Axe flies out, spinning with a phantom trail upwards.

Such close distance, the cruise missile had no space to evade, hit directly by the axe.

With a boom, it exploded into fireworks in mid-air.

"I’m hitting your mom!"

The Black Forest special soldier controlling the cruise missile ripped off the controller, cursing loudly.