This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 796: Picking up a Great Bargain!

Favri certainly wasn’t muddled; in fact, he had a pretty shrewd idea.

The Burning Corps certainly wouldn’t obediently obey, withdraw from the hard-won position, but that didn’t hinder him from starting the negotiations with exorbitant demands.

Right beside him was the perfect candidate for the job.

Since you, Pangolin, are so capable, then it’s up to you to spout this river of nonsense.

To put it bluntly,

he just wanted to see this guy make a fool of himself and had no expectation that he could really persuade the Burning Corps to retreat. When the Alliance got provoked by this guy and wanted to settle both old and new scores, wouldn’t it be beautiful for him to step in and mediate?

The more Favri thought about it, the more he felt like a genius!

However, what he didn’t know was that the men in front of him were all the "Game buddies" of the person beside him.

They had even chatted on the same Forum just a few hours ago.

As Favri smiled at the "Pangolin," the latter’s expression gradually changed from surprise to speechlessness.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group could now confirm that this guy indeed wasn’t joking.

He really had stayed up so late that he was muddled!

This guy truly believed that with just his mouth, he could persuade the Alliance’s most elite corps to retreat. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Facing the many pairs of eyes focused on him, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group, with a thousand reluctances in his heart, could only grimace and steel himself as he nodded slightly.

"I’ll try."

Dropping the comment coolly, he stepped forward, leaving behind a tall and imposing figure to the Weilante soldiers.

At the same time, on the opposite ruins, Old White and Fang Zhang watched with interest in the direction of the Weilante people, waiting for their "Pangolin" to come closer.

Seeing the helpless expression on his face, Fang Zhang began with a teasing comment.

"You guys sure move fast."

Didn’t expect it to be one of our own.

Well, that makes things easier!

Listening to the complaints of his good brother, Battlefield Atmosphere Group let out a sigh and said,

"What a bother... I’ve already tried to delay as much as I can."

Old White glanced at the group of Weilante soldiers standing in the distance, then curiously asked him,

"So, what does your superior want to do?"

Glancing at the guy standing arms folded watching him from afar, Battlefield Atmosphere Group grimaced and said in a lowered voice,

"That guy isn’t my superior, more like a colleague. I was previously transferred to the front line 370,000th Legion; currently, my superior is the Ten Thousand Leader Coleway of the 370,000th Legion."

Remembering the name, Sniper Bai, standing beside Old White, exclaimed in surprise,

"Well, look at that, back to the old boss, huh?"

"...You could say that," replied Battlefield Atmosphere Group with a slightly complicated expression.

His transfer was only till the end of this War, and he would be reassigned back to the embassy once it was over.

Although it might sound conceited, the truth was, thanks to the support of a bunch of good brothers, he was now in high demand among various factions within the Army.

Both the Eastern Legion and the Civil Official Group were very interested in him.

The reason he chose to develop in the Civil Official Group was partly because there were more chances to go to Triumph City and partly due to the Manager’s suggestion.

Anyway, he wouldn’t stay with the 370,000th Legion for too long.

Old White nodded in understanding and continued to ask seriously,

"So, what’s your mission?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group didn’t hide anything and frankly admitted,

"To take control of this area in the name of reinforcing you while you’re tied up fighting with the Torch."

Item Carrier: "Damn, that’s really dirty."

"You’re right, it’s freaking dirty! Is this what people do?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group also vented with annoyance and then shrugged their shoulders and continued.

"Then after we got here, we found the battle was already over. That guy Favri behind me couldn’t make up his mind for the moment, so he sent me to try my luck and see if I could convince you guys to just leave."

Old White stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"It seems the Army is not prepared for direct conflict with us."

Battlefield Atmosphere Group, "That’s for sure, the front lines depend on the Alliance’s railway transport for supplies for hundreds of thousands of people; without our help, they can’t even get home, let alone fight with us. If you reject my sky-high demands, at most, they’ll probably just find another way to haggle with you."

Sniper Bai curled his lip and said, "Tsk, they don’t dare to fight anyway, I don’t see much point in talking with them; we might as well tell them to stay wherever it’s cool—"

"Well, I think... since those Weilante People want it so badly, we might as well just give it to them," Fang Chang, who had been deep in thought, suddenly lifted his head and interrupted Sniper Bai mid-sentence.

"Give it to them?"

Hearing Fang Chang’s words, several players nearby looked at him in surprise, wondering if they had misheard.

However, that surprise only lasted a moment. Everyone quickly realized what Brother Fang Chang meant.

"That makes sense..."

"F*ck! Why didn’t I think of that?"

"666!"

Watching this group whose expressions changed faster than flipping through a book, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group was totally befuddled and quickly spoke up.

"You guys don’t have to worry about me, you know, whether I get credit or not doesn’t really matter."

"It has nothing to do with taking care of you," Fang Chang said with a faint smile, explaining, "But this is indeed an opportunity for you, one I suggest you grasp firmly."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group’s expression became serious as they looked at him closely.

"... You’re really going to give this place up to them?"

Fang Chang said as a matter of course.

"Why not? After all, there’s nothing here but a bunch of worthless stones."

"Nothing... here?" the Battlefield Atmosphere Group was stunned once again.

How could that be?

If there really was nothing, then there’d be no reason for the Alliance’s elite airborne soldiers to fight here all night long.

Seeing his "You think I’m an idiot?" expression, Fang Chang patiently explained.

"Last night’s offensive on this district was mainly a feint; its purpose was to cover our other troops entering the true entrance to Shelter No.20... As for this place, it’s really just the Flame Hole clan’s nest."

"By now, we’ve completed the rescue of the prisoners in the dungeon, and most of the valuable spoils of war have been collected. What’s left are just some scraps and unusable stuff, maybe even some unexploded mines or duds. We might as well let our ’old friends’ have their fun."

"Holy sh*t!" the Battlefield Atmosphere Group couldn’t help but widen their eyes after hearing this.

Goodness gracious!

What a cunning move!

Unaware of what Brother Battlefield was thinking, Fang Chang just gave a faint smile at his shocked expression and continued.

"... The Army is convinced that there’s some treasure hidden in this area. They’ll definitely put pressure on us through the Sticky Community or sling mud at us. Trying to explain the situation here would surely be troublesome down the line."

"So, instead of letting them keep this ruin in their sights, better to toss it to them and let them figure it out."

"On the surface, it looks like we’ve stepped back, but in reality, we hold the initiative to advance or retreat."

"If they try to blame us later, we can counter by saying ’The Torch Church’s key strategic defense facility has already been transferred to the 370,000th Legion,’ and accuse them of hiding key personnel, data, and equipment, refusing to reveal them."

The entrance to Shelter No.20 is at least seven or eight kilometers away from this abandoned district.

That distance sounds short, but in practice, it’s quite a walk.

Giving up this abandoned district doesn’t mean giving up the entrance to Shelter No.20.

"So that’s the situation, we’ll just pack up and leave," Old White grinned, was about to pat the Battlefield Atmosphere Group on the shoulder but remembered that his ’colleague’ was nearby, so he just winked instead, "We’ll leave the plate-licking to you."

"Awesome..." the Battlefield Atmosphere Group said with a look of admiration.

These old foxes are getting craftier and craftier...

...

Negotiations ended swiftly, the whole thing took just over ten minutes.

Standing in the back, waiting for the outcome of the negotiation, Favri saw Captain Pangolin return, and an expression of amusement, as if looking at a joke, instantly surfaced on his previously blank face.

No need to even think about it.

Coming back this quickly, the talks must have broken down for sure!

Although he had guessed the outcome, Favri still asked knowingly.

"How did it go? Respected Captain Pangolin, did you scare the Alliance into a hasty retreat with your glorious and invincible reputation?"

In the face of that mocking gaze, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group resisted the urge to roll their eyes and replied succinctly.

"They agreed to withdraw and hand over this position to us."

The air went still for an instant, as if one could clearly hear a pin drop.

Favri stood rooted to the spot, taking a good while to snap out of it, thinking he must have heard wrong.

And it wasn’t just Favri.

Including his adjutant, junior officers, and even the rank-and-file soldiers, nearly everyone displayed a look of disbelief on their faces.

"They... they’re withdrawing?"

Staring blankly at Captain Pangolin, Favri subconsciously looked towards the front-line not far away.

Just then, he happened to see the soldiers clad in exoskeletons and power armor leaving their positions one after another, packing up and retreating towards the south.

At that moment, his look toward Captain Pangolin was akin to regarding some kind of monster....

While sensing his shock, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group pretended not to know, simply nodding coolly, taking on the air of a hermit sage.

"Yes, the fortress is ours now, the parts they haven’t had a chance to explore will be continued by us... As for what they might find, even they are not sure; they’ve only heard in reports that there’s an entrance to a Torch research facility here."

An entrance to a research facility!

Upon hearing those words, Favri’s officers’ eyes instantly reddened with excitement.

And then the soldiers.

What they cared about wasn’t so much the research facility as the fact that they had occupied a Torch fortress without a fight!

Even though it was from the hands of allies.

Even though no one knew what was inside.

At the moment his words ended, the soldiers behind Favri couldn’t contain their cheers, whistling and giving him a thumbs-up.

"Great job!"

"Hero!"

"Hahaha! Look at the Alliance’s embarrassing downfall, they really hit bad luck against us!"

"Keep it down, they haven’t gone far yet..."

"What’s there to fear? This area already belongs to us!"

At that moment, nearly all gazes toward the Battlefield Atmosphere Group were as if they were looking at a real hero.

The Weilante People admire true strength.

And he had proven his might with actions and facts!

Not stopping his subordinates’ cheers, Favri gazed blankly at Captain Pangolin.

A moment later, he collected himself and his expression became serious.

Seeing this guy approaching, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group felt a twinge of caution but didn’t show it on their face, just watching calmly to see what trick he planned to pull.

Unexpectedly, the irritating fellow in front of him didn’t do any of that. Instead, he removed his cap, bowed deeply, and gave a nod of acknowledgement.

Watching the slightly surprised Captain Pangolin, Favri put his cap back on and said sincerely,

"I apologize for my earlier rudeness and arrogance... You are a true hero, not someone with an undeserved reputation."

Seeing his earnest apology, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group couldn’t help but slightly revise their opinion of him.

This guy wasn’t that annoying after all, just someone who held honor and tradition in high esteem.

But one thing had to be given its due credit.

He was a member of the Alliance, and everything he did prioritized the interests of the Alliance; he wouldn’t go easy on anyone when it was time to take advantage.

"I accept your apology, even though I never took the previous matter to heart."

Favri’s face revealed a hint of a smile.

"Thank you!"

After the brief exchange, Favri ordered his subordinates to move forward and take over the now empty position from the retreating Alliance Army.

The densely packed bullet holes on the walls and the bloodstains and bodies on the ground that had not been cleared in time were sufficient to illustrate the fierceness of the previous battle.

In order to take this position, the Alliance had clearly paid a significant price.

Now all of that had become the spoils for Favri’s legion.

Being able to pick up such a huge bargain from the hands of the Alliance made Favri so delighted he could hardly contain himself.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was on the frontline, needing to keep his wits about him at all times, he would have loved nothing more than to pull out a bottle of booze and have a few swigs, letting out his excitement.

However, just as he patiently awaited good news from the searching troops in front, suddenly, a booming explosion erupted from deep within the ruins ahead.

The explosion, like a thunderclap on a clear day, caused the concrete debris on the ground to tremble.

Favri, who had been daydreaming, was startled by the noise, and the Vellante Soldiers huddling around him instantly raised their rifles, aiming in the direction from where the explosion had come.

A dozen or so Vellante Soldiers, dressed in protective gear, rushed out of the ruins in the wake of the billowing dust stirred up by the explosion.

Favri roared at a Centurion who had scrambled out in disarray.

"What just happened?!"

"I don’t, I don’t know... I was clearing the battlefield, then the squad in front of me just suddenly exploded," stammered the Centurion, his face filled with a frightened expression. As he looked back towards the ruins, his eyes were brimming with terror.

The incident had happened so suddenly that there was no time to react at all!

Of course, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group knew what had happened, but still pretended to ponder deeply for a moment before speaking.

"Probably an unexploded dud."

Favri was completely dumbfounded.

"...An unexploded dud?"

"Of course, it’s exploded now."

Though it was an obvious statement, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group still said it earnestly.

The sudden explosion cast a shadow over the hearts of all the Vellante People who had been riding high on excitement.

It seemed that nothing in life came free, and things weren’t as simple as they had imagined...

While the Vellante People were busy playing their "mine clearance game," a "Viper" Transport Plane trailing pale blue contrails was slowly descending onto the Iron Heart’s flight deck.

Watching Karen jump down from the Transport Plane, Heya rushed over in excitement, startling the former, who nearly tumbled to the ground.

"What, what are you doing..."

"Master!!"

Unable to contain the longing in her heart any longer, an emotional Heya hugged Karen tightly, burying her chin on the latter’s shoulder and starting to sob, soon crying tearfully with her eyes brimming with tears.

Karen was shocked by her reaction, freezing on the spot, standing without moving, not daring to speak, let alone understanding what was wrong with her.

As for the Soldiers standing around, especially Lu Bei from the Guards Corps, they were vigilantly eyeing this person.

Although she had performed meritoriously in the previous battle, it could not change the fact that she had once been a researcher for the Torch.

He had to be cautious and prepared for any unforeseeable incidents...

In contrast to Lu Bei and his party’s heightened alertness, Chu Guang seemed much more casual, at least not showing any signs of suspicion on his face.

Of course, this did not imply that he was completely at ease with Karen.

There were too many uncertainties surrounding her, including Shelter No.20 which the Burning Corps was still investigating, and the rows of brains stored in that shelter...

Perhaps, he should seek the wisdom of the masses on the official Forum...

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(Thanks to "Gear Gale" for the reward!!)