This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 379.2: That Airship Has To Be Worth Something, Right?!

Chapter 379.2: That Airship Has To Be Worth Something, Right?!

Looking at the deformed bullet clamped in the tweezers, Sisi breathed a sigh of relief, casually tossing it into an aluminum box to keep as a souvenir.

Although constitution type players recovered much faster than normal people, they were not at the level of mutants, whose wounds heal at a visible speed.

Simple dressing and suturing could help the wound heal faster. Sisi estimated that by the same time the next day, she could be fighting alongside her companions again.

After stitching up the wound, she unwrapped a new bandage and admired her handiwork before returning to the side of the truck.

Breakfast was still a while away. Kakarot and his group had just returned with firewood, which was needed for the stove and generator.

The other players sat in a circle, mostly yawning from exhaustion.

Only Spring Water Commander stood in the middle, energetically discussing his battle plan with the group.

"The airship can store a large amount of supplies, but their supplies are not infinite! A 1,000-man unit, not to mention how much food they need daily, just their excrement alone could fill a truck!"

Darkest instantly roared in anger, "Dude, can you not bring this up before we eat?"

Spring Water Commander laughed. "It's just an example!"

"The Heart of Steel has dropped its anchor. If they're planning to stay for months, they'll definitely need to collect local resources and obtain supplies from the locals, whether by paying dinars or using force, and that's our opportunity!"

He looked intently at the players and continued, "We need to distinguish between those who are bought by them and those who are coerced, then try to win over those we can."

Sisi pondered for a moment before speaking. "But how many survivor settlements dare to resist the Army?"

Spring Water Commander smiled in response. "We don't need them to resist openly. We can handle the tough fights."

"We just need them to provide us with a little help within their capabilities."

Even if it was just telling them the locations of the Army’s patrols, or a reminder of when their convoys would collect supplies...

A realization dawned in Battlefield Cheerleader's eyes. "So, you mean... We’re going to fight guerrilla warfare?"

"Exactly!" Spring Water Commander nodded approvingly and continued, "The Army's forces are likely to contact nearby survivor settlements during the day, so we'll do the opposite and go at night! After everyone has eaten, log off to reset, and we'll continue discussing the specific battle plans in the group chat."

He then turned to Sisi and smiled. "Sister, could you watch our bodies?"

Sisi grinned. "Of course, I and Tail will help keep an eye out."

She had just lain down in the truck for a while, so her fatigue had decreased. She wasn't very sleepy yet and would take turns resting when Tail and the others returned.

Spring Water Commander gave her fist bump and grinned. "Thanks!"

Most of the players who arrived in Lucky Valley Municipality with Spring Water Commander were full-time players. Even those who weren't full-time had flexible schedules, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to manage a continuous 30 hour long march.

After a hearty meal, everyone agreed on a time to log back on, then found a quiet place to lie down and logged out of the game.

As for the equipment and game characters, Sisi was there to keep an eye on them.

The members of the Order of the White Bear were already part of the Storm Corps, and having played together for several versions, there was no issue of trust.

...

After logging out, Spring Water Commander tagged all members in their Storm Corps’ group chat, dividing the more than 20 players who had arrived first into 3 groups.

Group A, mainly composed of agility and perception type players, was responsible for scouting the nearby terrain.

Group B, mainly composed of players who could communicate with NPCs, was responsible for gathering information from nearby survivor settlements.

As for Group C, it included Battlefield Cheerleader and a few others who liked to engage in battle. They would continue moving westward to search for and attack the Army's patrols.

The key wasn't how many people were killed.

It was about causing frequent strategic disturbances to confuse the enemy about their location and numbers.

As for the task of searching for Shelter 79... Spring Water Commander planned to assign it to Tail and the others after logging on.

Partly because he felt Tail was quite interested in treasure hunting, and partly because they hadn't brought advanced equipment, making high-frequency maneuvers more challenging.

The game had different tactics for people wearing exoskeletons and those not.

It wasn't about capability but how suitable they were for the task.

...

As the morning sunlight spread over the land of River Valley Province, in Boulder Town, located on the edge of Clearspring City's third ring, a scene of tranquility and peace played out.

Even the 400mm main cannon's power couldn't reach them.

Unless... Someone decided to fuel the fire. There was a group of shit stirrers perfectly up for the task.

"Extra, extra!"

Running through the streets and alleys of Boulder Town, a newsboy with a canvas bag delivered the freshly printed newspapers to taverns and grocery stores cooperating with Survivor's Daily, and also stuffed them into customers' display windows and door cracks.

The temporary issue was just a single page.

The photo printed on the paper was a continuation of the morning paper's headline.

A huge crater imprinted in the hollow, the earth-shattering shockwave swept through the entire forest, and the fiery red flames resembled a boiling mushroom cloud.

Below the photo, there was a thought-provoking line

[The Heart of Steel's 400mm main cannon! Just 6 shots can flatten the outer city!]

Of course, it was an exaggerated metaphor. However, by making such a comparison, the ordinary residents who previously had no concept of its power suddenly realized how terrifying it was.

Grey Squirrel Clothing Store.

Sitting behind the counter, Seal propped his chair back, his furry arms resting on his protruding belly, holding a fresh newspaper.

He subscribed to the Survivor's Daily mainly to check out the ads and keep up with the latest fashion trends in Dawn City, but he also found the occasional news interesting.

Mr. House's broadcasts, though stimulating, were like mental leaves. It was only good for entertainment. There was no substance behind his broadcast.

Survivor's Daily was different as it contained a variety of news. Apart from events in Boulder Town, it occasionally covered news from the outside world.

"Lucky Valley Municipality... I think I've heard of that place." Hearing Seal's muttering, Rob, an old friend browsing through his store, casually replied.

"Of course, you have. It's on the southeast corner of River Valley Province, the western gateway of the southern corridor. Most caravans passing through Boulder Town stop there." Seal mumbled.

"Right, that place!"

Seal's eyes widened in surprise, sitting up straight from his chair, "It's odd, the Army went there... Aren't they supposed to be troubling the Great Rift Valley in the north?"

"The Army?!" Rob's 'artistic' finger paused, moving his gaze from the mannequin's leg back to Seal behind the counter. He asked incredulously.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What would the Army do here?"

He ran Boulder Town's most famous bar, Night Queen. It wasn’t just a renowned den of iniquity but also a hotbed of mixed information.

The inner city’s nobles weren’t the only ones there to enjoy themselves. Wealthy mercenaries also happily contributed their chips.

Aside from White Shark in Pirate’s Bay Tavern, no one had better information than him.

"Look at this morning's news." Seal handed the newspaper he was holding, along with the extra issue just delivered, to his old friend. "These photos can't be fake, can they?"

Rob hastily took the newspaper, his eyes widening as he scanned it. "The Heart of Steel? Wait, I think I've heard of this thing!"

Seal looked at him curiously. "Where did you hear about it?"

With disbelief written all over his face, Rob spoke rapidly, "From the caravan coming from the west! Just 2 months ago! They said the Army was stationed at the oasis where the sun sets, with an iron fortress floating above their heads... Damn, I thought that guy was bullshitting!"

Imagining the vivid scene, Rob involuntarily shrank his neck.