This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 313.1: No Transport Plane? A Glider Will Do Just Fine

Panting heavily, Bear Fang cursed. "Fuck... The intelligence is wrong! They have more than 1 brigade! There are thousands of people on the high ground in front of us alone!"

Tumen smiled wryly. "That's a bit exaggerated... Judging from their firepower density, there should be about 200 to 300 people, but they have enough ammunition, and they should be carrying excess supplies. I don't think their machine guns stopped firing at all...”

"In any case, this is no longer an opponent we can deal with just by ourselves!" After saying this, Bear Fang immediately called over the signaler, snatched the transceiver from his arms, and reported the situation to the rear.

"... The firepower of those gophers is too fierce! As soon as our people rushed up, they called for support, and fired at least 1,000 shells towards our position in a few minutes! Fortunately, I didn't send all of my men up!"

"There must be more than just a single squad stationed there. There is at least 1 brigade! Report the situation here to the leader, we need reinforcements!"

After yelling at the transceiver, Bear Fang then threw it back to his men.

Looking at the brigade commander, Tumen who was standing aside suggested, "We shouldn't just wait for reinforcements. Why don't we send 2 companies back to the position we just evacuated to dig trenches. It'll help us a lot in the next offensive when the reinforcements come. Without fortifications, we'll have nowhere to hide if they begin to shell us.”

Tumen paused for a moment, then continued, "Most likely the New Alliance's soldiers are currently in Bluestone County reinforcing their defense positions. The longer this battle drags on, the worse it will be for us... We have no time to waste."

Bear Fang thought for a while, and felt that what his staff officer said made sense.

All the fortifications that idiot Lion Fang spent 4 months building in Bluestone County now fell into the hands of those nasty gophers.

If this battle dragged on for a long time, and if those nasty gophers finished strengthening the fortifications there, even if he was able to capture Bluestone County, he probably wouldn't have many men left.

He was still thinking about taking the copper mine in Remote Creek Town in his mind at the moment. If he wanted to take that copper mine, he wouldn't be able to do it without having enough manpower.

"Okay, just do as you say!"

After finishing speaking, Bear Fang called over a Company Leader. "You, take people back to the previous mountain, and dig out trenches for me! If you can't dig out trenches that can accommodate 3,000 people within 3 days, I'll hang you on that mountain!"

The Company Leader was well aware of how vicious Bear Fang's methods were as he was known to be merciless to both his own men and his enemies. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he didn't dare to disobey; he could only bite the bullet and accept the order.

"Yes, boss!"

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Pinewood Forest Valley.

On a ridge not far from the south slope, Night Ten with a sniper rifle was looking at the northern slope of a mountain two kilometers away through the 8x lens, with a look of surprise in his eyes. "Huh?! Those marauders are back!"

And they started to dig trenches in the mountain!

Holding the binoculars in his hand, Gale calmly analyzed, "It seems that the other side realizes that they can't capture this high ground in a short time."

"That's great. We've never been afraid of anyone in a war of attrition. I hope they got enough supplies." Night Ten chuckled and fired a shot at the opposite side.

"Can you hit that far?"

Night Ten pulled the bolt to eject the smoking casing. "Nope."

Gale: "Then why the heck did you fire a shot?"

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Night Ten laughed, "Don't worry, anyway, they won't be able to find us from such a distance. I'm just messing with them."

Gale, holding the binoculars, rolled his eyes. "You're gonna make them use artillery on us again."

Night Ten, who was about to fire the second shot, suddenly trembled. "Seriously, they can't be so cowardly, can't they?"

Gale said in a noncommittal tone, "I don't know, you can ask them."

It was not realistic to hit people at a distance of more than 2 kilometers, but it was still no problem to scare people.

The bullet landed on the opposite slope with a whiz, kicking up a cloud of dust, which startled the marauder who was working next to it.

Mistaking that it was the attack from the other side, the person yelled and screamed loudly in panic, causing the group of marauders to scramble to the slope on the other side, ready to defend themselves.

The round of rockets fired by Mosquito earlier had turned them into a group of scaredy cats. Even the slightest movement would startle them.

Night Ten waited for quite a while, but still didn't see those people coming out from behind the slope. He couldn't help clicking his tongue. "Are they that afraid now?"

Gale, who was observing through the binoculars, frowned. "They probably plan to dig a trench on the other slope first..."

Unsure of the location of the sniper, those people did not dare to show their faces easily, but the excavation work did not stop.

Gale even noticed that a team of those marauders went nearby to cut down trees and used stakes to support the tunnels they dug.

Those marauders were starting to get smart too!

On the other side, on the front line, Old White and Ample Time, holding binoculars, also discovered the situation on the opposite mountain.

"... After they have dug their trenches, the next round of offensive is likely to come."

"Then let's loosen the soil for them."

The corner of Old White's mouth curled up into a smirk, and he gestured to the brother behind him. The player immediately understood what he wanted, and trotted to the back of their position.

Just half an hour ago, the New Alliance's logistics soldiers crossed the mountains and sent ammunition to the front line. In addition to the 7mm bullets, there were also 2 88mm mortars and 8 boxes of mortar shells.

Since there was no complete road along the way, the speed of the vehicles was very slow, and the supply was basically delivered by people on legs.

However, due to the popularity of the KV-1 exoskeleton, the individual soldier's transportation capability in the New Alliance was very strong.

Especially for strength type players, there was no problem at all for a person carrying 3 times their weight in supplies for a long journey. The only downside was charging the exoskeleton and eating.

But these were minor issues.

Once the road from Bluestone County to Pinewood Forest Valley was cleared, the logistics of the New Alliance could be left to the trucks.

With the arrival of support weapons and supplies, players quickly built a simple mortar position on the ground with shovels and sacks filled with soil.

After calculating the target distance, Old White immediately issued an order. "Attention, mortar team! 2.1 kilometers ahead, fire!"

There were two crisp bangs from behind the position the moment his voice fell.

After a while, two clouds of smoke burst out on the hillside on the north side of Pinewood Forest Valley, scaring the marauders, who were digging trenches, into immediately lying on the ground.

Ample Time held the binoculars to observe the impact of the shells. "It's a little bit off. It should be another 100 meters further."

Old White continued to issue an order. "Adjust the impact point of the shells 100 meters forward, fire 6 rounds whenever. Fire!"

The mortar position started shelling again.

This time, the shells landed directly on the mountain opposite.

The marauders, who were building the fortifications, were hit directly. They immediately lay on the ground, and then rolled down the slope with their heads in their arms.

After 6 rounds were fired, Old White ordered a ceasefire.

In the distance, the mountain top filled with gunpowder smoke no longer had any marauders.

"... They should have withdrawn." Ample Time held up the binoculars to observe for a while, then clicked his tongue, "Speaking of which, normally, what should you do if you were bombarded while digging trenches?"

"In the case of an unexpected battle, first dig a few foxholes, and then connect the foxholes together. Or start digging from the bottom of the slope up to the high ground, and then spread the trenches to both sides... ..."

Staring at the position 2 kilometers away, Old White squinted his eyes, "We'll hit them every few minutes, and when it gets dark, we'll rush over and catch them off guard!"

Ample Time's eyes lit up. "Good idea, they definitely wouldn't imagine that we would dare to come out of the trenches!"

The previous round of rocket coverage had already shown Fang Clan their firepower. Before the trenches on the front line were dug, they probably wouldn't dare to send a large army up again.

With Garbage leading the charge, the 200 or 300 people squatting on the opposite hill wouldn't be a big problem for them to deal with!

Old White smiled and said, "When the time comes, take 2 packs of explosives as well and bury them in their trenches. When they start to dig again, we'll give them a big surprise!"

"Hahaha! Blow their shit up!"

Evil laughers reverberated in the trenches, making players look like a group of villains.

Just as the 2 of them were muttering about their actions at night, the VM screen on Old White's arm suddenly flickered.

"News from the command... Let me take a look... Damn it!"

Seeing Old White's reaction, Ample Time hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Our mission has changed... 2 hours later, the Death Corps will come to the front line to take over defensive positions." When he said this, Old White had a reluctant expression on his face.

Clearly, they were told to defend here for another 48 hours, but before the morning was even over, the order to switch defenses came.

He seriously suspected that because they had fought too well, they were targeted by the developers.

Ample Time had a strange expression. "What about us?"

"The command asked us to go back to Dawn City to rest... They said that there will be more difficult and exciting missions waiting for us after dark."

Glancing at the opposite position, Old White said with regret written all over his face, "Night raids can only be handed over to Brother Sideline."

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