My Exclusive Dream World Adventures-Chapter 157 - 156 Face it head-on

Chapter 157: 156 Face it head-on

Chapter 157: 156 Face it head-on

Chen Xu pulled out a box from under his wheelchair and took out a pair of fogstone glasses to put on. Holding a machine gun in his hand, he pulled the bolt and increased his wheelchair’s speed to the fastest, bypassing the robots on the ground and emerging from the hospital.

The entire military camp was built on the ground, completely shrouded in dense fog. Through the fogstone glasses, he could see a battlefield that looked almost like it was from a comic book.

In the sky, transport planes swept by, the cargo bay doors opened and countless parachutes densely filled the entire sky. Some details were too far away to make out; they appeared as large and small black dots.

Every now and then, a transport plane was hit, exploding into a bouquet of black flames.

Gunfire and cannon blasts were everywhere, deafening. Those were the anti-aircraft guns and AA machine guns of the base.

Bang.

Twenty-some meters away, a temporary shack’s roof caved in under a falling robot, which then burst through a wall and charged out.

Tat-tat-tat.

Chen Xu unloaded a magazine of bullets directly into its eyes, shattering them and penetrating the core chip in its head.

“It seems that even the most advanced artificial intelligence can’t avoid AI’s inherent weaknesses,” he thought to himself.

He had dissected robots before and knew where their weak points were—the head, particularly the core chip located in the brain area. Clearly, they were modeled completely after human anatomy.

In fact, the robots’ heads were relatively small compared to their bodies, and their eyes were somewhat fragile, lack sufficient protection. This design didn’t pose a significant problem normally, but during warfare, it became a clear vulnerability.

Anyone could come to this conclusion. But apparently, “Taiji” did not realize this. These robots must belong to a new generation, having discarded the useless silicone covering for combat and adopted a full metal structure.

Unfortunately, the weakness in the head remained.

If “Taiji” had been a bit smarter and placed the chip in the chest, protected front and back with steel plates, his small pistol wouldn’t have stood a chance.

More and more parachutes descended from the sky, and fierce battles broke out between them and the human soldiers on the ground.

As Chen Xu proceeded in his wheelchair, he saw intense fighting with casualties on both sides. However, it was clear that the humans had the tactical advantage.

The robots clearly hadn’t solved the issue of detecting range in dense fog; beyond ten meters, they were practically blind. Meanwhile, the human fighters, wearing fogstone glasses, could see everything clearly. Shooting from a distance was like bullying the blind.

In such a fiercely contested battlefield, Chen Xu moving about in his wheelchair was an unusual sight. Many soldiers were surprised to see it, and some shouted at him to take cover immediately.

Chen Xu ducked, avoiding a flying stone and aimed at a robot ripping apart a house nearby, pulling the trigger only to hear the hammer hit empty.

Out of bullets.

He discarded the machine gun and noticed a wounded soldier lying against the wall, hand pressing a wound and coughing up blood.

By the time he maneuvered his wheelchair over, the soldier had already passed, gaze hollow as he looked at Chen Xu, a through-and-through wound in his chest, blood pooled on the ground.

Chen Xu reached out silently and closed the soldier’s eyelids, then took the gun from his hand and continued forward.

He had made it through most of the battlefield, changing weapons several times and taking down several robots along the way, not exactly keeping count.

Finally, Chen Xu arrived in front of the building where the propaganda team was located. Looking at the half-collapsed floors, he gripped his weapon tightly, controlled his wheelchair, and found the entrance to the emergency underground evacuation tunnel.

The military camp had been well-prepared in advance, especially since intelligence reports warned of an impending robot attack, prompting several drills throughout the camp.

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These ensured that in the event of an attack, non-combatant personnel on the ground could be evacuated to underground shelters as quickly as possible.

Each building had an entrance to an underground tunnel nearby. They were not hard to find on the concrete surface, appearing like utility covers.

Chen Xu had come specifically to find Bai Jinxuan, partly because he couldn’t stop worrying about her. Additionally, he knew there was no avoiding it.

When the last dream sequence ended, the system even asked him to write a reflection before he could receive any reward. He had realized then that the creators had developed this dream game with a specific purpose in mind.

Understanding that, one could deduce other underlying rules. This was no ordinary game; merely surviving was not an option.

If he truly did that, unexpected events would undoubtedly occur, leading him to face even greater dangers.

For instance, right now, if he refused to confront the battlefield and hid in the underground shelters, a nuclear blast might cleanse the area, eliminating all the surrounding forces he could rely on, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Though it was just a conjecture, at this moment, he had no desire to test whether it was correct.

Despite knowing it was all a dream, having spent more than two months here, he had developed certain feelings for this place and its people. He simply couldn’t bear to watch as the camp was destroyed.

Therefore, he went straight into the battlefield and came here.

Just as he was about to open the entrance to the underground passage, he heard something falling from the sky. Looking up, he saw five robots descending.

He immediately understood that this was his test.

At that moment, the entrance to the underground passage opened, and Bai Jinxuan’s head peeked out, her eyes brimming with tears as she choked out, “Chen Xu, I’m here.”

“Get back inside.”

Chen Xu bellowed, cranking the wheelchair’s speed to the max, and whooshing away.

The five robots that had just landed heard the noise and simultaneously fired towards that direction, the gunfire pouring forth a wave of bullets that peppered the concrete ground—

Bai Jinxuan reacted quickly. Upon hearing Chen Xu’s words, she shrank back inside, slamming the thick metal door shut. Bullets pummeled it, emitting a thudding sound. A moment slower, and she would have been riddled like a sieve.

Chen Xu steered his wheelchair towards the nearest building. The ground was littered with debris and bricks, his upper body leaned back as he raised the small front wheels off the ground, while the large rear ones rolled rapidly over the stones, jolting violently. Behind him, a string of bullets struck the earth, kicking up clouds of dust.

After rushing into the building, his view from outside was completely obstructed.

Hiss—

A missile tailing blue flames chased in after him. Chen Xu looked back and saw it curve, heading straight for him, sending a tingle of numbness through his scalp.

This was too much, even seeking missiles were employed.

He cursed internally, his leg wounds still not healed.

Cursing was one thing, but he had to deal with it.

Now, the missile was less than ten meters away, his wheelchair far slower, taking just a few more seconds before it caught up.

He surveyed the building’s interior and had a plan in mind. He switched his rifle to single-shot mode, turned his head, and aimed precisely.

The interior was dark, lit only by the missile’s blue tail flames and a tiny red dot on its nose.

He targeted that very red dot, then squeezed the trigger.

After firing a shot, he immediately swerved the wheelchair around, screeching as the tires frictionally skidded, crashing both himself and the chair into a nearby concrete column.

Boom…

A loud explosion followed. Lying on the ground, Chen Xu felt his ears ring, deaf to the world, dust choking him, making breathing nearly impossible.

Overhead, grains of sand and pebbles clattered down, stinging as they hit him.

He lay there until nothing more fell, then he rose, shaking his head to clear the persistent buzz in his ears.

His head felt woozy; he spat out the mouthful of dust and dirt, groping on the ground. Eventually, he found the grip of his rifle, hugging it to his chest, and his heart settled somewhat.

Rising unsteadily, dust and smoke filled the building. He endured the discomfort in his nose, covered his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his shirt, and staggered toward the exit.

A blast had made a breach in a nearby wall, taking down a significant chunk of the ceiling above it, exhibiting tremendous power. Had the concrete column not absorbed the brunt of the explosion, his death would have been gruesome.

He squeezed out through the new hole in the wall and noticed his vision was off—everything looked foggy in one eye and monochromatic in the other.

Then he realized, the mist stone glasses over his left eye were broken.

Suddenly, he could hear the outside sounds again—rumbling, the relentless antiaircraft guns since the battle began.

“At least I survived.”

His stomach churned slightly; he truly believed he had been a goner minutes ago, yet he survived.

Abruptly, he heard noise to his right, turned, and saw a robot approaching. He raised his rifle and fired several shots, blowing its head apart.

After taking down one, he ventured outside, radiating an intense thirst for vengeance.

He had only reached the corner when he encountered a second robot.

It saw him too but wasn’t as fast, and he shattered it with several shots.

Outside, his view considerably widened, and he quickly spotted the remaining three robots. From afar, he picked them off one by one.

The crisis averted, he didn’t let his guard down, wary of an unexpected setback. He kept a vigilant watch on the sky, ready to shoot down any parachute drifting his way.

Meantime, the underground passage’s entrance cracked open a slit, then sealed shut once more.

The battle raged for an hour, only winding down once the human fighters arrived, knocking the robot-transporting crafts out of the sky, signaling the end game.

More and more soldiers surrounded Chen Xu. Only then did he lower his rifle, opened the door to the underground passage, and descended. Jinxuan, who had been waiting, rushed forward to embrace him tightly.