This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 387.2: My Good Brother... Lend Me Your Head Please

Chapter 387.2: My Good Brother... Lend Me Your Head Please

Almost at the same moment Battlefield Cheerleader ducked into the alley, three 100mm artillery shells accurately struck the residential area up ahead.

Thick smoke billowed instantly, the heat wave and smoke soaring more than 10 meters high, blasting three huge craters in the previously intact concrete wall.

The shrapnel that scattered frightened the nearby survivors, causing them to drop to the ground, heads pressed tightly against the earth. They didn’t dare to move.

Amid the rolling cannonade, faint shouts of command could be heard.

"Get up! Don't stop! Everyone, move forward!"

"Drag those who ambushed us out of that building!"

However, the commands were not very effective.

One reason was the distance made them hard to hear. Another was that many were still too shocked by the artillery fire to move. Everyone laid flat on the ground.

This time, Li Ba refused to move forward no matter what, and Battlefield Cheerleader no longer bothered to drag the deadweight along. He charged alone into the building.

A soft cough came from above the damaged staircase.

The initial artillery barrage hadn't killed the players hiding in the reinforced concrete building, though the sounds indicated they were seriously injured.

"Kakarot?" Battlefield Cheerleader tentatively shouted up the staircase, waiting a good while before hearing a response.

"I’m Ghostbuster! Damn it, those dogs went straight to artillery. They have no respect for martial arts!"

Battlefield Cheerleader knew exactly who that was and he immediately teased, "Isn’t it just a little artillery?"

Pausing for a second, he urged, "Quit the chit-chat. Are you handling it, or should I come up and give you a hand?"

A chuckle came from upstairs. "Hehe... Letting you kill me like this will be too boring.”

The game rules prohibited player killing and resolving in-game conflicts through non-arbitration means. Breaking the rule would lead to equal penalties for both parties. Hardly anyone joked about their Beta test qualification. Those who messed around would be kicked off the server before they even completed the Passing the Torch mission.

However... That only applied to ordinary circumstances. Missions or special tasks could bypass the rules and after hearing how much Spring Water Commander had been hyping up Battlefield Cheerleader’s combat skills, Ghsotbuster had long been eager to test his skills.

Battlefield Cheerleader was momentarily stunned when he caught sight of a tripwire as thin as a hair at the foot of the stairs. He looked up and grinned.

Petty tricks...

Since you’re planning to play hard to get with this granddaddy...

"Alright, it’s a challenge then?" Battlefield Cheerleader called out.

Laughter echoed from above. "Exactly!”

"Alright, let’s fight it out!”

...

One was a LV15 strength type, the other a LV22 agility type.

Whether it was their base stats or combat experience, Battlefield Cheerleader had a massive advantage. There was no reason he would lose.

Not to mention, Ghostbuster had also been injured in the previous artillery strike.

Winning the battle was a foregone conclusion, but Battlefield Cheerleader still left some face for his brother, allowing him to choose his way to die after the fight. "Tell me, how do you want to go?"

Lying in a pool of blood, Ghostbuster gasped for breath, watching Battlefield Cheerleader juggling a small knife. He chuckled to himself, "Cough, cough... The New Alliance has no cowards! Let those fools see how brave I am!"

Battlefield Cheerleader understood. With a nod of his head, he replied, "Got it, I'll make sure to add a few more holes later."

"Please do! And, remember to mangle my face!" After giving his last words, Ghostbuster's eyes rolled back as he voluntarily logged off.

Watching his motionless brother lying on the ground, Battlefield Cheerleader reversed his grip on the knife in his hand, sighed deeply, and stepped forward.

Welp, sorry brother.

Although he knew it was just a game, that he wouldn't really die, he still felt uncomfortable when laying hands on his comrade.

However... Everything was for the sake of the New Alliance!

He felt much better after thinking about it.

As he mentally sent Ghostbuster on his way, Battlefield Cheerleader dragged his mission item, his mangled brother, back to complete the mission.

Watching the blood-soaked Battlefield Cheerleader emerging from the ruins, the survivors who took up arms weren’t the only ones who were shocked. Even the soldiers from the Army were stunned.

“... There’s only one of them.” Dropping the body and weapon remnants on the ground, Battlefield Cheerleader looked at the dazed officer and spoke with as few words as possible.

The officer finally snapped back to reality. Gulping once, he eventually managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Uh... Great..."

Who the hell is this guy?!

After the battle, the casualties were counted.

Out of a group of 121, 31 had died, including a marine who was part of the main Army forces.

The hunt hadn't even started and their casualties had already exceeded expectations. The remaining soldiers reported the situation to their superiors before leading the survivors back to Falling Leaf Camp.

...

Back at the camp, Battlefield Cheerleader was still pondering whether the team leader would steal his credit, but he soon realized his worries were unfounded.

Returning to the camp, Battlefield Cheerleader had barely gotten to rest when he was summoned to Cowley's tent by a few soldiers.

He was the highest authority in Falling Leaf Camp and was a direct subordinate of Richie, a person of no ordinary status.

Inside the tent, Cowley stared at the blood-covered man in front of him and slowly spoke. "Name?"

Fully immersing himself in his role, Battlefield Cheerleader stood straight and replied with confidence, "Pangolin!"

The officer didn't speak, just stared intently at him, his piercing gaze sweeping over him while thinking of something.

Battlefield Cheerleader couldn't help but wonder if the big nosed man had a crush on him.

No way... Right?

As he was considering whether to reveal his identity and make a run for it, Cowley suddenly showed a look of appreciation while nodding slowly. "Not bad!"

Maintaining composure after a fierce battle, charging alone into an artillery-covered area with just a Ripper rifle. He even managed to take down an awakener from the Enterprise! His fighting prowess was truly surprising. What particularly astonished Cowley was that the man didn't flinch at all during his tests.

This guy is talented!

The only pity was that this man was a survivor, not an Army member with noble lineage. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to introduce the warrior to his superior, Richie.

With a hint of regret in his eyes, Cowley slightly tilted his chin and continued, "Starting today, I appoint you as the decurion of the reserve army."

Holy crap?

Battlefield Cheerleader felt endless joy from the sudden appointment.

I'm an officer now?!

Without any hesitation, he straightened his chest and replied in a crisp voice, "Yes!"

Cowley nodded in approval. "Perform well, I have high hopes for you!"

Battlefield Cheerleader's undercover plan had gone unexpectedly smoothly.

After sacrificing an awakener, he not only became a decurion of the but also gained the favor of the Falling Leaf Camp’s boss, Cowley.

...

Meanwhile, as the Order of the White Bear and the Death Corps were busy raiding Shelter 79, the logistics transport team that had returned from Lucky Valley Municipality to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City finally returned.

Looking at Luo Hua, wrapped up like a mummy on the stretcher, Chu Guang's brow twitched, and he immediately ordered. "Quick, take him to the shelter!"

Taking over the injured from the logistics troops, the medical staff immediately rushed towards the shelter with the stretcher.

Chu Guang followed them back.

Although there were hospitals on the surface, both the professional level of the doctors and the medical facilities were clearly inferior to those in the shelter.

In the medical room on level B3.

Hyrja conducted a comprehensive examination of Luo Hua lying on the scanning bed, and soon obtained his results.

"His left arm is completely necrotic. It probably needs to be amputated,” she stated, then looked at Yin Fang. "Hey, you’re better at surgery."

Yin Fang didn't speak. Instead, he looked at Chu Guang, waiting for his decision.

After all... The administrator was more familiar with the patient.

After pondering for half a second, Chu Guang quickly nodded. "Go ahead, replace it with a bionic prosthesis."

Yin Fang raised an eyebrow. "Which type?"

Chu Guang replied without hesitation, "Of course, the one bought from the Enterprise."

The bionic prosthetics he had imported from Hedin hadn't all been sold off at Boulder Town. After all, such luxury items are more valuable in scarce quantities.

Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang in surprise.

When did this guy become so generous?

But he didn't say anything, instead inviting Chu Guang and Hyrja out of the medical room before starting the surgery immediately.

At the entrance of the medical room, Hyrja asked Chu Guang with her arms crossed, "Is he your friend?"

"Yes."

"He's pretty badly injured." Looking towards the tightly closed door, Hyrja spoke with some emotion.

"I found at least 20 bullet fragments in him. He's only alive thanks to the bionic organs in his body."

Chu Guang didn't speak, just fished out a silver card from his pocket.

The card was covered in blood, but it wasn’t stained at all. Chu Guang stared at it for a while, frowning slightly.

Noticing the object in his hand, Hyrja raised an eyebrow. "I think I've seen this thing before."

Chu Guang immediately looked at her and asked, "Where did you see it?"

"I can't remember exactly where, but this thing is actually a shelter access card, right? I remember it's not just for opening doors, some permissions are also attached to it." Hyrja looked curiously at Chu Guang. "Don't you have it here?"

"We're more frugal, and we don't need it." Casually dismissing it, Chu Guang stared at the card in his hand, lost in thought.

A key to Shelter 0?

They really found it?!