This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 309.2: Clearning Up the Battlefield, Ambush!

The Corps that would be joining forces with the Burning Corps was a small LV3 corps called the Silver Corps. It had a maximum size of 30 people, but only 20 were recruited.

Walking up to Old White, Silver Sword made an exaggerated military salute. "20 privates from the Silver Corps came to report for duty!"

Mosquito looked at these people and said in surprise. "Huh? It's you guys."

Silver Hand who was standing aside smiled embarrassedly. "Hehe, we meet again."

Looking at the IDs of several people on the VM, Ample Time couldn't help asking, "...Why are you guys so obsessed with silver?"

Silver's Father sighed. "Welp, in fact, we originally wanted to call it the Dad Corps... It's a pity that the name wasn't approved."

Ample Time started at him quietly. "..."

Gale was also struck speechless. "..."

My goodness.

If they actually managed to get the name approved, 50% of the damage they suffered would probably be from friendly fire.

Mosquito laughed and patted the newcomer on the shoulder. "Not bad, not bad. Very ambitious! I will protect you from now on!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Since everyone is here, let's set off quickly." Old White looked at the Silver Sword and continued, "According to the mission assigned by the command post, we need to go 10 kilometers away to establish a defense line to stop the enemy army. Do you have problems with digging trenches?"

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"Don't worry, brother." Silver Sword pulled out his shovel and said happily, "We are professionals in leeching... I mean digging holes!"

Old White narrowed his eyes slightly. "..."

...

Meanwhile, near the Bluestone County department store.

Since the battle was over, except for the players who received the patrol mission to check in at the checkpoint, most of the players relaxed.

Midnight Pubg was fiddling with the double-barreled shotgun he had just seized from a marauder, wondering if he should buy it as a collectible during the loot settlement auction later.

Battlefield Cheerleader was standing next to the captives making various poses, asking Darkest to take photos for him. The latter was obviously impatient and began to roll his eyes.

As the leader of the Storm Corps, Spring Water Commander was asking his teammates one by one how much ammunition they had left, counting the consumption of ammunition, and estimating the score.

Apart from those who were obsessed with numbers, it may be difficult for ordinary people to experience this kind of fun, but Spring Water Commander was never tired of it.

As for Tail? She was lying in Sisi's arms at the moment.

"Boohoo, Sisi! It ignores me!"

Gently stroking Tail’s head, Sisi spoke in a gentle tone as if speaking to a child, "Well... After all, it likes Roro."

"What the hell! Hey, get away from me, don't rub your nose against me!" Roshan pushed the bear's nose away with her paw, trying to drive it away from her side.

Seeing being rejected, the brown bear crawled aside with an aggrieved face, but it didn't take long before it crept back again.

There was no doubt about it. It was a simp.

Unable to watch it anymore, Sisi sighed, "Speaking of which, Roro, why can't you just accept it. You see how pitiful it is..."

Roro crossed her claws and shook her head desperately. "NO! I refuse!"

Ears twitched slightly, Sesame Paste, who was helping Roshan to groom her hair, suddenly thought of something and her eyes instantly lit up. "Speaking of which, we haven't given it a name yet."

As soon as Tail heard this, she immediately got out of Sisi's arms and raised her hands excitedly. "How about Little Black?"

The corners of Sisi’s lips started to twitch. "It's a brown bear... It's not black at all, okay?"

The reason why it looked black was because it had been locked up for a long time, and it hadn't been cleaned for a while. It might even be a good-looking bear if it was taken to the river for a shower.

Sesame Paste tilted her head. "Then... Big Brown?"

Sisi sighed. "That sounds even weirder."

Sure enough, it was really difficult to expect this group of lovely teammates to think of a normal and pleasant name.

It was a pity that this game didn't even have a random name generation function.

"How about... How about calling it Teddy?"

Finally.

Everyone unanimously approved the name Sisi proposed. It just so happened that a teddy bear was also brown. Although this looked a little bit bigger, it had some resemblance to a teddy bear.

And Roshan also hoped that this name would make it a gentleman, and it would not stick out its tongue to lick her fur all the time.

In order to prevent this guy from hurting other people, especially NPCs who couldn't be revived after death, Tail planned to buy a psychic interference collar and put it on the bear after returning.

Although the NPC store didn't have it in stock, there had to be some in the loot seized.

If there wasn't any, she could also buy it from other players who bought it before.

The only regret was that mental connection required intelligence attributes, and there were no intelligence type players in her group, so she would probably have to ask Teng Teng or Spring Water Commander for help to tame this guy.

"It's so envious." Darkest said enviously, looking at the brown bear that was petted by girls in turn.

Damn it! He also wanted to play with girls.

Battlefield Cheerleader chuckled and hooked his shoulders. "What, you also want to have a bear? Brother, I can help you."

"Scram!"

Not far away, from the entrance of the department store.

2 muscular players wearing KV-1 exoskeletons from the Jungle Corps walked out of the building, holding Lion Fang who was tied up from the left and right.

With a height of two meters and a weight of a full hundred kilograms, Lion Fang was as burly as a bear, but at the moment, he was being picked up like a little chick.

He was shot twice in the chest, and there was a piece of bandage wrapping around his head, but there were still no emotions on his ferocious face. Even if he was being restrained, he didn't give up, and his eyes kept looking left and right for opportunities to escape.

However, with 2 strength type players watching, it would only be strange if he could find an opportunity. Although he was a brigade commander and an ability user, he was nothing more than a bandit leader after all.

When Lion Fang saw a blue exoframe appearing in front of him, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. Having guessed his own fate, his expression instead became calm.

Chu Guang looked at him and said, "You are Lion Fang?"

Lion Fang narrowed his eyes. "You are Chu Guang?"

Seeing the arrogant and disrespectful attitude, Lu Bei, who was standing next to Chu Guang, clenched the rifle in his hand, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

Looking at Lion Fang, Chu Guang said calmly, "You will be tried and punished accordingly."

Trial?

Lion Fang sneered.

These self-proclaimed civilized people just wanted to send him to the so-called court to humiliate him. He was too clear of the methods of these people.

"Do as you wish, anyway I've had a good time for half my life, so it's worth it."

Chu Guang nodded. Very good.

If that's the case, then when he's hung at the city gate, he shouldn't have any complaints.

Surrendering before the battle could allow them to avoid death, and stubborn resistance would never be forgiven. This was the rule he set after the establishment of the New Alliance, but this was only for those insignificant little guys.

After all, these people could still use the excuse of being forced by life or being coerced by others, and the New Alliance also needed prisoners of war to serve as laborers to do the dirty work that ordinary people did not want to do.

But for a brigade commander like Lion Fang, there was no excuse that he could use to justify what he did.

As the leader of marauders, there was only one way to survive, and that was to repent before the battle began and lead his troops to surrender.

As for now?

It was too late to say anything.

Chu Guang looked at the guard wearing exoskeletons and ordered. "Take him away."

The guard put his right fist on his chest and responded, "Yes, sir!"

Lion Fang obviously knew his fate. He raised his head and laughed loudly a few times, but after being punched a few times, he quickly calmed down.

After settling the mission for the 2 strength type players, Chu Guang took Lu Bei and the remaining 30 guards to the point marked with shackles on the VM map.

There used to be a middle school before the war, and there was a 2,000 square meter temporary shelter underground, but now, it had become a dungeon for the Lion Fang tribe to hold slaves.

For the Bonechewer Clan, slaves were both food reserves and coolies. They would keep the strong and fertile ones, and decide the life and death of the rest according to their mood.

Grabbing the door lock, Chu Guang twisted it lightly, easily breaking it to several pieces.

Throwing the torn door lock aside, Chu Guang pushed open the rusty iron door. But before he could go in, a suffocating stench filled his nose.

In the darkness, pairs of lifeless eyes looked at him as he stood at the entrance of the dungeon.

There were men, women, and even children locked behind the rows of iron bars, but no old people were seen... Presumably they were disposed of already.

Most of them had no clothes, and many of them only wore a piece of rag on their bodies. Their uncovered skin was full of centipede-like scars.

Some people even lost their arms and legs. They were lying motionless on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

It was hard to imagine what inhuman torture they had suffered before.

Facing the stranger who suddenly stepped into the dungeon, the faces of the slaves showed neither panic nor joy, only numbness and bewilderment.

Chu Guang looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on a person.

There were no welt marks on his body, but there were quite a few strange tattoos.

A trace of panic flashed in the man's eyes. Facing the exoframe looking directly at him, he finally couldn't hold back the fear in his heart.

"Ahh!" He pulled out the grenade from under the haystack, roaring as he rushed forward, wanting to perish together with the man in the exoframe.

However, no matter how fast his movements were, it was impossible for him to be faster than the Guardian Corps personally selected by Chu Guang.

The moment he got up, a string of bloody holes burst out in his forehead and chest, and the activated grenade also fell from his hand.

"Sir, be careful!" Lu Bei was startled.