This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 315.1: Sleepless Night For The Fang Clan

Sitting in a corner, Quit Smoking let out a sigh and checked his submachine gun's magazine. Including the one in the chamber, he had only 4 bullets left.

His relaxed mood plummeted instantly. "Darn, we've really run out of bullets..."

Lost Newbie gasped for breath and asked, "Boss... Where are we now?"

Quit Smoking raised his VM to check. "According to the pre-war map, this should be West Continent City 4th Hospital, next to 4th New District Primary School and the Water Conservancy Bureau..."

Lost Newbie froze. "4th New District?! Wait, weren't we heading south?"

Quit Smoking looked helpless. "Don't ask me. It's also my first time in this damn place."

Running for their lives left no room for much thought. Quit Smoking remembered he did start running southwards, but after a few turns, he lost his sense of direction.

Anyway, they managed to escape. However, with such a big commotion, the opposition would surely not let them off easily.

Worried that the marauder patrol might come searching for them, the two of them did not dare to stay for long. After a short rest, they decided to continue on their way to the nearest assembly point and meet up with their teammates to discuss the next course of action.

They went around to the back wall of the hospital. Quit Smoking stepped on a trash can lid and climbed up the wall. However, just as he was about to jump over, he noticed lights leaking out from between the leaves on the opposite side of the back alley, from the gymnasium of the primary school.

Stopping what he was doing, Quit Smoking immediately lowered his head, signalling to his teammates behind him that there were people ahead. Then he carefully observed the situation ahead while half lying on the wall.

At first glance, he was shocked.

How is this a school?

This is clearly a fortress!

The cement wall was topped with a circle of barbed wire. There were defensive structures similar to mortar positions on the guard room, corners of the walls, and the roofs of the main and auxiliary teaching buildings. Behind the shooting windows, there was even a heavy machine gun mounted with steel plates!

Those marauders used wood and concrete blocks to build bunkers, and there were some camouflage materials such as bushes and branches on top, making the entire fortress blend almost seamlessly with the surrounding trees. Because the area was pitch-black, Quit Smoking nearly missed it!

As for the few lights that caught his attention...

The brick wall and iron gate on the left side of the gymnasium were probably added later and were not well-built, so he could see them clearly from his angle. However, if seen from above, it would be impossible to spot it!

"Boss, there are so many people inside..." Lost Newbie also leaned against the wall and nervously whispered, "There's probably a company of marauders living in there!"

Quit Smoking rolled his eyes. "I'm not blind!"

It was not just people. Several empty trucks were parked on the open ground. The whole school was turned into a military base and only the gymnasium was lit up. Quit Smoking had a strong feeling that something was definitely hidden inside.

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Could it be the marauders' factory? But why would they place it outside the 4th New District?

There were also no elevated points nearby to get a clear view of the inside.

Just as Quit Smoking was puzzled, the main gate of the gymnasium was opened, and a truck drove out.

As they saw the truck clearly, the two of them cursed in unison. On the back of the truck was a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun.

"What the... An anti-aircraft truck?"

"These marauders are capable of this too?!"

Fortunately, Quit Smoking was wearing a headset. He quickly took a few photos of the anti-aircraft truck driving out of the factory and synchronised them to his VM.

However, there was a problem. His VM was in offline mode, so even if he took photos, only he could see them.

Did he have to find a place to log off and go to the official website? But online players would not be able to see messages either.

Just as Quit Smoking was worrying about how to share this astonishing discovery with other players, the top right corner of his VM suddenly displayed the signal icon lightning up.

Both of them were delighted at the discovery.

"It's here!"

The signal had arrived!

...

"Done!" On the partially collapsed rooftop of an apartment building, Old White let out a sigh of relief.

After fiddling for a half a day, he finally managed to fix the radio. The radio had a minor issue earlier on. Fortunately, it was not a significant problem. It was just the battery that had become loose, probably knocked out during the landing.

After discovering the problem, it didn't actually take him that long to fix it.

Once the radio was up and running, Old White concealed it on the rooftop, between the wall and abandoned water tank, leaving only a 2 meter long antenna outside.

This portable radio, designed by the expedition team, was very convenient. It was equipped with a solid-state hydrogen battery pack, providing an extremely long battery life. Whether it was placed in an airdrop crate or mounted on a truck, it could serve as a temporary signal relay for frontline troops.

Communications were restored within a radius of 10 kilometres and Old White immediately switched to the team-wide voice channel. "... All team members, take note. The radio has been set up. After confirming your safety, head to assembly point C immediately!"

"Those within 500 metres of me, move closer to me immediately. I have 30 LD-47s, 8,000 rounds of ammunition, and several support weapons."

"After changing equipment, let's beat the crap out of them!"

After ending the communication, Old White looked up at the sky. The second round of airdrops had already begun, and soon more than 20 comrades would join them.

That is, if they landed safely.

Just at that moment, a communication request came through the VM.

Seeing that it was a message from Quit Smoking, Old White immediately pressed the answer key and asked, "Where are you now?"

On the other end of the phone, Quit Smoking lowered his voice, "I'm near the 4th New District... This place is called West Continent City 4th Hospital."

Old White was taken aback and instinctively looked at the map on VM. "Holy shit, how did you end up there?!"

"Cough, the situation was too chaotic... Never mind how I got here. We found a marauder's factory here!"

Old White frowned. "... A factory?"

"Yes! It's a factory, no mistake about it! I can't see the exact situation inside from where I am, but I saw a truck coming out of that factory with a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on the back. It looks like it's modified from a 12mm heavy machine gun! Should we blow them up?" Quit Smoking said excitedly.

What the hell?

An anti-aircraft truck?

Old White was momentarily stunned and quickly said, "Give me the coordinates!"

Quit Smoking replied instantly. "Already marked it on the map!"

Old White confirmed the location on the map and placed a fire support request icon on the coordinates.

The New Alliance did not have strategic bombers, but with enough quantity, even ground-attack aircraft could achieve the same effects.

As paratroopers, all they needed to do for such heavily defended strategic facilities was to mark them on the map. The rest would be the Air Force's job.

"Coordinates confirmed... Hurry to the nearest assembly point, I'll call for an airstrike immediately!"

Quit Smoking exclaimed excitedly. "Okay!"

The accuracy of night bombing could be quite worrying. Getting too close could lead to accidental injuries.

Knowing how inaccurate the Goblin Corps' bombing could be, Quit Smoking ended the call and immediately led his companion to evacuate from the hospital.

However, they did not go too far. Instead, they found a residential building with a relatively open view about 400 to 500 metres away and took cover there.

From this position, they could not see inside the school clearly, but they could still make out the main teaching building and the defensive structures on top.

Meanwhile, after ending the call, Old White immediately reported the relevant intelligence about the anti-aircraft truck and suspected factory facilities to the rear command post.

After the second round of airdrop, the Goblin Corps' flight formation returned quickly in less than an hour. But this time, it was not the third wave of paratroopers that Mosquito’s team brought.

Instead, they brought 24 100 kilogram air-to-surface missiles!

"Coach! It's too dark down there. I can't see anything!" Gripping the control stick, Falling Feather shouted as he looked at the pitch-black city area ahead.

If not for the VM map acting as a makeshift radar, he would not even be able to see the plane in front of him very clearly, let alone the ground.

At this moment, Mosquito's voice came through the communication channel. "It's no problem! We'll slow down and fly in a queue. Take my gunfire as the signal. When you see me open fire, drop your bombs!"

Falling Feather was baffled. "Ah?! C–Can we really do that?"

"Hahaha, I don't know! Whether it works or not, we'll find out when we try! Brothers, get ready to engage the enemy, release the bomb safeties. Don't look at the bomb release mechanism, keep your eyes on the tail of the plane in front of you. In a while, listen to my countdown!"