This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 306.3: Blade Unsheathed!

On the field outside the barracks stood soldiers in a neat formation.

Chu Guang, wearing an exoframe, walked to the front of the soldiers.

The noise around him subsided slightly.

Looking at the pupils of players burning with fighting spirit, Chu Guang turned on the speaker function, and spoke in a calm and steady voice.

"Everyone, it's a pleasure to see you here."

"I am heartened by your courage."

After a pause, Chu Guang glanced around at the players present.

"From the day that gate was opened, we vowed to light up the flames of hope in the darkness. We drove out wild beasts with swords, rebuilt our homes, and dispelled ignorance with knowledge. And yet, the threat of barbarism still lingers around us."

"Chaos is still wreaking havoc in the north, and our neighbors are still struggling on the verge of death."

"Those beasts in human skin are gnashing their teeth and sucking blood, right under our noses, eyeing our towns and farmlands with their greedy gaze!"

Chu Guang raised his voice.

He drew his warhammer, and dropped the handle of the hammer heavily to the ground.

Thump.

"They won't succeed!"

"We will not cease our war against barbarism!"

"Today, from here, we will strike, and cut it off before they stretch out their dirty claws!"

"Even if we are outnumbered..."

"Even if we're against thirty thousand..."

"We will never retreat! Never negotiate! Never compromise!"

"Until they're wiped off the map, until they flee under the sound of our gunfire, hands raised above their heads begging for mercy!"

"Now, march on!"

"March on!"

"March on!"

That high fighting spirit was like the roar resounding through the camp.

Chu Guang could feel that the blood flowing in his veins was boiling with excitement.

He wasn’t the only one who felt it. Every player who heard his speech could also feel excitement surging through their veins.

The battle of New Year's Eve was still vivid in their minds.

Many of their NPC friends died that night.

Blood feuds had to be washed away with the blood of the enemy.

They had been waiting too long for this moment!

Everyone yelling ‘march on’ was an answer to the call to war.

After finishing what he wanted to say in, Chu Guang swung his right hand forward.

1137 Combat Profession players quickly boarded 50 trucks parked outside the field. The inspection was over, and the next stop was the front line!

At the same time, not far from the airport.

A group of players wearing pilot hats left the barracks, trotted into the hangar, and quickly boarded the aircraft with their own serial number.

The aircrafts housed there included 50 W-2 ‘Mosquito’ ground attack aircraft painted with shark heads and equipped with two 10mm heavy machine guns, and 70 ‘Moth’ gliders with 7mm small guns.

The former was driven by players who had mastered flying and landing skills, a total of 20 of them.

The latter, as a low-cost simplified version of the former, was driven by unskilled reserves who had a total of 30 people.

Until the end, Mosquito still wasn't able to raise the Goblin Corps to LV8, which would have allowed all the ace pilots to join the Corps and receive subsistence allowances, In fact, he wasn't even able to reach LV5.

But did it matter?

Obviously not!

Non-corps personnel would use non-corps equipment, and corps members would use corps equipment.

Those 70 Moth gliders didn't spend a cent of the alliance's budget, and Mosquito bought them with money from his own pocket!

As for why he did it...

There was no reason! He just liked it!

"Check ammo and batteries!" Jumping into his aircraft with excitement, Mosquito checked the equipment while speaking loudly.

"Our friendly forces are already heading to the front line! These bastards are really fast. Their wheels are even emitting smoke! But no matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than us!"

"We, the Goblin Corps, will arrive on the battlefield one step ahead of anyone else! The MVP must be ours!"

Putting on the pilot hat nervously, Falling Feather said nervously, "Coach! There is no ground force to guide the air strike, what if we can't see anyone?"

It was his first time on the battlefield.

During his training before, he had only tried to drop chunks of wood to hit the circles on the ground, and use a machine gun to shoot at a fixed target that would not move. Now he was about to go to the front line, he was very nervous.

However, Mosquito's answer made him feel even more nervous. "What?! Can't see anyone? Is this the question my ace pilot should ask?"

"???"

Falling Feather was a little confused by the answer.

He didn't know if this was a question for an ace pilot to ask, but was that the answer a normal person would give?

On another plane next to him.

The short-haired girl, Breeze, squinted her eyes as if she had just woken up, holding the control stick in her hand, shaking her head and reciting a poem.

"Crimson blood taints the clear expanse. Though spring's essence wanes, enchantment persists. The heavens and earth blush in scarlet trance."

The morning glow in the distance was rising from the horizon, which did suit the scenery described in the poem to some extent.

However, Falling Feather was dumbfounded when he heard that.

Is she trying to leave her last words?

Beating Tiger looked at the control stick in his hand, feeling a little lost.

He remembered correctly that the reason why he learned to fly a plane was to facilitate the spraying of pesticides. "Wait, why do we farmers also need to go to the front line?"

Makka Pakka on another plane smiled and put on the goggles. "Who cares! Let's just have some fun first!"

Hearing the other players yelling, Mosquito laughed and stretched out his hand to put on the goggles, and started the motor of his plane. "Remember the operation I taught you. Turn on the buzzer when you dive, and drop the bomb on top of their heads! Then fire, pull up, dive and fire again!"

"Also, strap your VMs on your thighs! That's your radar, it's your eyes!" Raising his voice, he screamed amidst the roar of the propellers.

"Boys! Get on the track! Pedals to the ground, go forth!"

...

In the north of Remote Creek Town.

Copper Furnace, crawling on the top of the hill, held up the binoculars and looked at the small town not far away.

It was very quiet.

The small town in the morning mist was as silent as a tomb.

However, at this moment, a steel behemoth puffed out clouds and mist, and slowly drove towards Remote Creek Town from the direction of Clearspring City.

Seeing this, a marauder excitedly pointed at the row of huge monsters, and shouted in a low voice, "Boss! Look, it’s a train!"

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"I know!" Copper Furnace responded in a muffled voice, and then continued to observe with the binoculars.

Looking at the steaming locomotive, he didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong. However, it was too far away, and the vision was not good, so he couldn't see what it was carrying.

The marauders beside him were whispering excitedly.

"By the way, this train is bigger than the one we've seen before!"

"Now that you said it, it really is much bigger!"

"Could it be that a large ore vein has been discovered? So it needs to be transported by a big train!"

"Hahaha, makes sense!"

At this moment, the train made a turn, and it just happened to show its side.

Copper Furnace did not miss this opportunity and took a careful look.

However, when he saw clearly the figures with guns and live ammunition in the carriage, the expression of his entire face changed instantly.

Soldiers?!

Didn't they come here to mine copper ores? Why did they send soldiers?

There’s so many of them!

Almost at the same time, there were humming noises coming from the air, and more and more black spots emerged from the morning mist among the mountains.

An experienced marauder pointed at the sky with excitement, showing off his knowledge. "Boss! Look, those are planes!"

"Shut up! I know! Everyone get down!" Before he had time to think about where so many planes came from, Copper Furnace shouted in a low voice with horror, signaling his men to disperse.

Planes whizzed past them without so much as slowing down.

Copper Furnace, which got into the bushes, pressed his head firmly to the ground, not daring to move.

Fortunately, the planes didn't come after them, and they didn't seem to spot them hiding in the bushes.

Dozens of planes headed north.

That was the direction of Bluestone County, where the Lion Fang brigade was located!

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Copper Furnace's face changed completely.

Blood drained from his face, turning it deathly pale.

No matter how stupid he was, he realized that Remote Creek Town didn't have a copper mine. The so-called copper mines were nothing more than smoke bombs released by those blue gophers, and those railroads were built to transport supplies to the front line.

As for what they planned to do... It couldn't be more obvious.

Getting up from the ground, Copper Furnace ignored the mud all over his body and urged his brothers to stand up, shouting anxiously and angrily, "Quick! Run! We have to go back quickly! Report the situation here to Lion Fang!"

"Yes, yes!" The surrounding marauders nodded in panic, and hurried down the mountain.

However... It was obvious that they wouldn't be able to get back in time.

The second his voice fell, trucks appeared in the distance, leaving dust clouds in their wake.

They didn't stop at Remote Creek Town. Passing through, they charged straight at Bluestone County.

Copper Furnace lost count of how many trucks there were.

His intuition told him that the enemy sent at least 1 brigade. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't be faster than those sitting in the trucks.

As he thought about it, Copper Furnace was filled with despair.

Meanwhile, 52 planes had arrived on the battlefield.