This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 310.2: Fight to Fame

The moment he got out of the pine forest, his heart thumped once, and he faintly sensed that something wasn't right.

In the bushes on the hillside not far away, a flash of light dazzled him.

However, it was too late when he realized the problem.

The moment he heard a gunshot from the mountain behind him, there was a severe pain in his thigh that made him lose his balance and fall down.

Before the marauders could react, tongues of flame suddenly shot out from the hillside in front of them.

"Fire!" Roared loudly, Old White, who was lying prone on the hillside, pulled the trigger first.

More than 70 automatic rifles and more than 20 light machine guns fired in unison, pouring out dense bullets like raindrops!

The marauders, bathed in the hail of bullets, were like small boats in a rainstorm, blown to one side or another by the orange-yellow ballistics. In just a short while, many of them were killed.

Completely baffled by the sudden attack, no one expected that they would encounter an ambush, let alone figure out who was attacking.

Isn't Bluestone County ahead?

Isn't that Lion Fang’s territory?

Why are they firing at the friendly forces?

They couldn't even figure out who was attacking them, let alone relate them to the group of survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

After all, that place was at least a hundred kilometers away from here; it was simply too far.

Besides, even if those survivors were present, they should be the attackers. How could it be the other way around?

"Cease fire! Fuck! Cease fire! We are the reinforcements sent by Lord Gold Fang! Fuck! These people are not allies!"

"Fire! Fire!" Shouted a marauder. However, before he had time to fight back, he was shot twice in the chest and fell to the ground.

The rest of the marauders started to shoot back while retreating. But the firepower from the other side was so strong that they were completely suppressed.

"Don't fight them head-on! Go back to the woods first!"

"Ahh! My arm!"

"Fuck!"

Gunshots rang through the valley.

The battle had turned into a one-sided carnage.

The marauders at the bottom of the hill ran desperately into the woods. Occasionally, there were some fools who tried to shoot back on the hillside. But they were quickly killed by the dense bullets.

In the end, less than 30% of the marauders fled into the forest. However, their nightmare had just begun.

Garbage, who had been trying very hard to hold back his excitement, let out a bloodthirsty roar, and after exerting strength with his muscular legs, he charged towards the fleeing crowd like a cannonball.

"Go to hell! Bots!"

His two steel claws were as fast as lightning, and with just one swipe, 2 marauders' heads fell on the ground.

Stared at by those amber pupils, the fleeing marauders were almost scared to death.

Deathclaw?!

And its claws are welded with steel?

Not only the claws were welded with steel, but also its chest, thighs, and head, every vital part of its body was covered with steel plates.

Desperately overcoming the fear in his heart, a marauder pointed the PU 9 in his hand at the big lizard and pulled the trigger while yelling loudly.

However, even after he emptied the entire magazine, it still didn't work at all. Instead, he was caught up by the lizard and split in half with his gun.

Another marauder lifted up the Armor Fist Bazooka, wanting to fire it at the lizard. However, he was shot in the head by a bullet flying from a distance just as he placed the launcher on his shoulder.

"Ahhh!"

"Monster!"

"Help! Come and help me!"

"Go away, don't get in my way!"

There were all kinds of screams in the forest.

Unable to restrain the fear in their hearts any longer, the marauders who had gathered together to retreat all lost their courage and ran away desperately, completely forgetting their orders.

"Tsk! So weak. Not challenging at all."

Shaking the blood off his paws, Garbage glanced disappointedly at the fleeing marauders. But he still let out a howl and continued to chase after the rest of the marauders, wagging his tail.

Seeing that it was almost time, Old White, who was lying prone on the top of the slope, made a fist gesture to the other team leaders and then swung forward.

"Charge Brothers!"

"Don't let these rats get away!"

...

With a basin of cold water splashed on his face, Iron Fang slowly opened his blurred eyes.

The dark, clammy environment was filled with the stench of sewers.

The direct light shone on his face forcing him to lower his head, and he could only stare at his bandaged thigh and his arms that were shackled to the arms of the chair.

He was familiar with the environment here, but he couldn't remember exactly where this place was.

At this time, a voice came from the front.

"Iron Fang, direct clansman of Fang Clan, a Company Leader under Lion Fang."

Hearing someone calling his name, Iron Fang raised his head subconsciously.

Facing the dazzling white light, he saw a blue exoframe.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "... Who are you? No... Who are you people?"

Chu Guang smiled lightly. "You came to our place to plunder us at the beginning of this year, and only 4 months have passed, but you already forgot?"

Iron Fang froze for a moment. The next second, disbelief floated on his face.

"You... are you survivors from the northern suburbs of Clearspring City?"

​How did the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City end up between West Continent City and Bluestone County?

Could it be...

Iron Fang finally recognized where this place was. It was the dungeon where they kept their slaves.

A trace of fear gradually crept up on the face exposed under the light.

Seeing that he finally understood his current situation, Chu Guang didn't intend to explain anything to him, and he didn't bother to scare him.

Looking at the face full of fear in front of him, Chu Guang got straight to the point. "Who we are has nothing to do with you. Now I will ask you some questions, and you must answer them honestly."

"Of course, I will ask others the same questions."

"If you don't want to die, you'd better tell me the truth."

...

North of Dawn City.

50 trucks slowly stopped on the northwest side of Longevity Town. A group of people in ragged clothes got out of the trucks and shuffled towards the tent not far away under the leadership of the guards.

There were several tables at the entrance of the tent, with medical staff in protective suits sitting behind them, and a cauldron in the middle.

Smelling the aroma wafting from the pot, not only the survivors were drooling, but even the guards who got off the trucks also couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Looking at the approaching guards, thinking that they must not have eaten, the cook lifted the ladle in the pot and said with a smile. "Brother, would you like a bowl? I had a bowl just now, it was delicious!"

Although it was relief food for the refugees, the green wheat porridge was usually cooked with some leftover fat and scraps, which made it quite fragrant after a long simmer.

Lu Bei shook his head. "No need. I'll just eat dry rations on the way later. Is there any pancake here?"

"There are some, but you know the taste of green wheat cakes..."

"It's okay, give me one."

Although Lu Bei was also very hungry, he did not forget the mission assigned to him by the administrator.

After receiving the pancake wrapped in paper from the cook, Lu Bei took the list across the open space that had the cauldron and walked to the tent.

Luca was waiting for him.

After giving a military salute, Lu Bei handed out the list.

"This is the list of survivors... There are 671 people in total. Only 80% of them know their name, and less than half of them remember where they came from."

After taking the list from the young man in front of him, Old Luca glanced at it and nodded.

"Leave the rest to me. Go and protect the administrator."

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Hearing Luca's words, Lu Bei's expression was slightly embarrassed.

Protect the administrator...

The scene of the administrator crushing the grenade by hand in the dungeon earlier had left a deep impression on him.

So much so that he couldn't help doubting if the guards were really the administrator's personal guards, or could it be that they were the only ones who thought that way...

The survivors rescued from Bluestone County were temporarily handed over to the logistics department for management. When the medical staff led by Hyrja took the temperature of these people and checked their health status, the residents of North Street also saw what happened.

The onlookers chatted animatedly, discussing with the people around them.

"Why did the trucks that left in the morning come back?"

"Where did these people come from?"

"From the way they dress, they seem to be slaves..."

"Slaves?! From the Bonechewer Clan?! Our people took down West Continent City already?"

"How can it be?"

"It should be Bluestone County... I remember there was a brigade stationed there. We probably took Bluestone County!"

Compared with capturing West Continent City, the result of capturing Bluestone County was slightly more believable.

However, even so, everyone still showed surprise, even disbelief.

Hooke, who ran the inn, also had a look of surprise on his face.

That was a brigade they just eliminated!

This time, there was no heavy snow to help them, and it was even the opponent's turf.

But in just 1 morning, the soldiers of the New Alliance not only defeated the heavily fortified Lion Fang tribe on the frontal battlefield but even brought the trophies back from the front line...

Even though he knew that those blue coats were very powerful, he was still shocked by such speed.

Not only local residents but Sun Shiqi, the traveling merchant, was also shocked.

When the dozens of trucks drove back, he was negotiating with the trading staff at the trading station. Hearing the movement outside, many people who were still in the queue went out to find out what happened.

Sun Shiqi also stretched his neck and took a look outside. After seeing clearly what happened, he was dumbfounded.

"Is this... finished already?"

However, it seemed that it was not soldiers who were sent back by the trucks, but a group of people whose identities were unknown.

Looks like a group of freed slaves.

Standing behind the counter, Frost River smiled and said in a pleasant voice, "Our administrator said that he will not stop the war with marauders until those parasites disappear from the map."

It was okay to make them disappear from the map.

But which map?

The map of the Federation of People or the map of the New Alliance?

Sun Shiqi thought to himself, but he didn't say much.

He was here to do business, not to get involved in other matters.