Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1122 - 364: Six Walnuts (Part 2)

The infantry originally supposed to coordinate with the tanks fled after just a few exchanges during the battle. To cover the infantry’s retreat, they used smoke grenades, leaving the tank crew directly exposed to the snow leopard’s line of fire, treated like cans and struck directly.Most importantly, they reacted slowly.

This wasn’t because the crew lacked combat experience, but because the drones of the Cuban army weren’t self-produced; they were purchased, and they were of various brands.

United Kingdom, France, Germany, Italy, USA, Japan—everything was available, and the differences in software and hardware versions and channels led to the drones being unable to directly communicate with each other. They had to collectively upload and wait for translation processes before being transmitted back to the tank platoon commander. Without an AI like Sky Net to coordinate, everything was manual, and even a two to three-minute delay was considered fast.

On the battlefield, a second could mean the difference between life and death.

The drone group on the left might have spotted the snow leopard, but they couldn’t promptly relay the information to the ground tank crew on the right.

The outcome was decided.

[Snow Leopard: NICE! One more score, Sky Net remember to broadcast 666 for me.]

[Sky Net: Received, 666, you’re amazing, mwah.]

Snow Leopard looked at the smoking, immobilized enemy tank and reveled in the praise from Sky Net, which used the cute voice tuned by Youzi Chef, feeling bliss from head to toe. This was way more thrilling than playing War Thunder. Silly Russian Genshin Impact, go eat shit.

It’s decided, when I get back I’ll ask Tutu to modify my brain to be detachable, so when needed, I can attach it to my body, otherwise leave it in the vehicle.

Being human isn’t all that great; he wanted to become a true Cybertronian.

"All tanks, advance in a horizontal line, seize tactical objectives, while squads one and four flank alongside allied forces, and the remaining two squads break forward."

Because their ’company commander Giant’ went missing mysteriously after shooting down a plane during the airdrop, the mechanic player Revolver Quack took over command.

"Charge, charge, charge, the Four-Wheel Brothers are on the move!"

"It’s so smooth without tires; driving doesn’t even shake, hahaha."

"I got hit, need to rest here."

"Hahaha, rookie, among over a dozen tanks, only you are down."

"Scram, scram, scram, I also scored a kill, okay?"

"The kill was mine, I’m going for fries now."

Infantry players moved ahead, engineer squads demolished barricades, unplugged radars, radar units deployed portable phased array radars, sniper units occupied sniper positions for covert shooting.

The tank players closely followed, with drones under the Mechanic’s control always hovering 500 meters above, never leaving. While providing complete maps, even if the tank radars were jammed, it was no issue, and the visuals were even more detailed.

Although it was their first time in such a large-scale multi-entity battlefield cooperation, many aspects appeared quite raw, and there were numerous mistakes, they made up for the lack of coordination with momentum and AI mediation.

Under such a ferocious assault, the Cuban mechanized fourth company, assigned to block the gap, collided head-on with the spearhead of the synthetic battalion. Bayonets clashed, fierce confrontation ensued, and artillery fire filled the sky.

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Beyond the front line, a special force didn’t follow the main troops but took a large detour, forfeiting vehicles to mitigate drone detection risks and proceeding on foot.

"Attention everyone, a river encountered ahead, one group advance to set ropes, three-groups to keep watch, two-groups prepare to cross."

Masked Rider crouched, hidden in the shrubbery, alertly scanning every potential enemy spot around.

Their goal was to infiltrate enemy lines, perform raids, and eliminate the opponent’s frontline missile and radar jamming positions, carefully even with Lin Miao’s stealth drones overhead.

Just a river over ten meters wide blocked the path, among the players many could swim, but with lots of augmentations, most were as buoyant as Altair underwater, with no hope of resurfacing.

Even if they resurfaced, half of the augmentations would be ruined.

The guided missiles’ coverage assaults had already exposed the approximate location of the air defense positions to Sky Net, even if they tried to relocate, they wouldn’t go far, as Masked Rider and his team had infiltrated before the missile launch.

Ropes were set up, and the three groups smoothly slid across the river, the less than fifty troops silently infiltrated over thirty kilometers behind the conflict zone.

Specially equipped with lynx paws, they moved without making a sound, like ghosts.

Wearing camouflage suits, Ruzuo lying high in the bushes, spotted several Humvees moving along the distant hillside road through thermal vision.

"Enemy patrol vehicles spotted."

Masked Rider: "Target should be ahead, fire team, set mortars, take them out."

With dedicated Mewtwo training and AI assistance, a group of office workers and students who a year ago might not even have touched a gun could now conduct distinct special operations in the game.

Without needing to consider physical fitness and weaponry, equipment use issues, what’s left is honing their skills gradually through practice.

Their Mewtwo military training was even superior to that of major corporations’ armed divisions.

With transportation platforms for weapons, they could carry more gear than typical special forces.

Several 75mm mortars were established in less than two minutes, and the shooting elements didn’t require strategizing from them; drones + Mechanic calibration could solve everything.