Chapter 430: Player Regular Army VS NPC Regular Army

All the players have to do is pour bullets at the knights, but the merchants hiding behind have a lot more to think about.

Seeing the Pioneers' huge iron rods constantly spitting flames made them nearly pop their eyes out.

Staring at this pitiful bunch of crooked short sticks in my hand, I always feel like I've been set up.

But just as I was about to say something, a standing giant squirrel raised its hand and cut me off.

"Sorry, these assault rifles aren't from our factory; we bought the rights to the AUG gun family, and the production line won't be up until next week."

"How about you come back then? Rest assured, I'll guarantee you get the goods first!"

"Is that so…"

The merchants thought it over and found it indeed true.

If you pull out the best stuff on the first deal, how will you make money later?

…

Damned!

Where on earth did such a cunning merchant come from? Their deceit is almost on par with ours!

But firearms aren't invincible; even a fool who gets beaten daily should learn how to dodge.

So, with Bogo raising his sword, the knights caught in a hail of gunfire began casting a spell called 【Flamefang Shield】.

Guided by the commander's personal mana, they fused it into a massive group shield that enveloped the entire order.

At this point, bullets—whether from handguns or assault rifles—just bounce off weakly.

Even the grenades, after several iterations, only produce a crisp "bang" with smoke but no damage.

This is the plight of individual light weapons in the current version, and the very reason why governments rush to iterate tactics and develop heavy arms.

Ambushes may still yield miracles, but against a prepared foe—especially on a high‑quality front line—if you can't break the shield, you're just a torch.

But!

Firearms are merely one of the players' alternative weapons.

Can't pierce the shield? Expected, the caliber's too small. Come, let our Lingxi friend see something big!

So, after the thundering hooves made everyone's hearts race and the guards escorted them back to the factory, the observation team noticed the towering iron gate hadn't been closed.

"Hey, you…"

Just as I was about to warn them, a group of massive orc brutes suddenly leapt out.

They dragged several large iron pipes with wheels underneath, slammed them into the gap, and after rapid loading, *puff* ignited the fuse.

"Ah?"

The merchants were still puzzled, but the spiritually attuned James had already taken off.

Yet the old man couldn't get far; the next second, the ground shook.

Accompanied by several deafening *dong dong dong* booms, the field artillery cannon fired its shells in the preset order.

Indeed, not a volley but staggered fire, because the first two shots were the heaviest pointed armor‑piercing rounds.

And the players deliberately placed the cavalry so close that light‑speed cannons suddenly burst out from both sides of the gate.

This not only maximizes projectile power, but at a mere hundred paces, a rider at high speed can't make any effective evasive move.

So after those two heavy steel‑alloy shells slammed into the shield, it didn't instantly crumble, but inevitably a breach was forced.

In an instant, the iron armor dented, bones snapped; even the leftover force after breaking the shield killed or wounded several knights, blood spilling onto the ground.

And that's not all—out of ten cannons, only two loaded armor‑piercing rounds; the other eight fired high‑explosive shells.

When they followed, the shield‑less cavalry faced an obvious fate.

The high‑speed shrapnel rained down sideways, and in an instant a large group of knights were knocked from their horses.

Yet battle‑hardened flesh can be tougher than steel, so some knights steadfastly kept charging under Bogo's lead.

"Fack, are they supermen?"

Now even the players are impressed; maybe these knights are from Civilization VI, truly able to flip tanks with lances.

—No way around it, the code's written that way; my combat power is just higher.

But think—why do the players have a horde of orcs haul the big cannon? It can't be just for speed.

So after that barrage, they swiftly withdrew the field cannon, brandished massive shields and spears, forming a phalanx that sealed the breach.

Even after countless battles, Bogo still gets rattled by the Pioneers' endless bizarre tactics.

"Damn! Where the heck do they get so many crazy ideas?"

The war history spanning millennia, constantly iterating at light speed with society and tech: "Well, why not be bold…"

However, Yangyue World, despite chaotic times, twisted society, and occasional world resets, sees change at a snail's pace,

the ten‑plus‑thousand‑year civilization history certainly holds far more war wisdom.

So when the cavalry were only a dozen steps from the gate, they suddenly made a sharp turn and ran along the wall.

"Ah?"

This bizarre retreat left the players baffled—what the heck are these NPCs doing? After shedding so much blood to fight forward, they just run away…

Then, like a deluge, the jars flung by the cavalry blocked the doubts in their minds.

—It's just a bomb, anyone can do it. Come on, buddy, try this alchemical one!

The knights' ambush was even swifter than the players'; they had no time to react. These iron balls, humming with boiling sounds, fell like ripe fruits onto shields, armor, or even faces.

In the crowd, there were discerning eyes, like James staring intently at this side.

Unfortunately, his "It's broken, retreat quickly!" was drowned out by the muffled blast and chain explosions.

And although alchemical bombs cost far more than player‑tech bombs, strictly speaking they're alchemical poison gas bombs.

So the explosion left not brown‑black smoke and acrid fumes, but a corrosive yellow‑green gas.

"Uh… ah…"

Now the player who luckily escaped the explosion was poisoned to death, and at the gate, aside from the cannon already blown to pieces, there was nothing else.

"Long live!"

The knights, having looped back to the planned spot, let out hysterical cheers; their scheme succeeded!

As commander, Bogo also raised his weapon to signal everyone's good work, but the expression beneath his mask was far from pleasant.

There's no choice; these bombs are outrageously expensive. Though he endured for a long time before finally using them today, they were exhausted in a single wave.

As long as we can carve a breach in the enemy, the investment is worthwhile.

Following the knights, the cult's suicide squad led by Andrei had already screeched and set off on their own march.

And when it comes to dying for a cause or charging forward, who can match these ruthless characters who daily stab at themselves?

So even though a few wind‑magic masters led the charge, they rushed in before the poison zone was fully cleared.

…In a sense, this even produced a more‑than‑additive effect.

After all, the players are ordinary folks with families and jobs who pay for services; who wouldn't be scared seeing a horde of foaming‑mouthed, blood‑shot lunatics?

But this is still a game, and since it's Squirrel Military Industry, it can't be a soft, easy target.

"Don't eat the sour radish, Mom, fuck!"

Accompanied by a series of cultured nonchalance, a large group of retired soldiers hired to keep the peace stormed onto the battlefield.

In terms of "security" battles, suppressing "riots", or "defending" the plant, who in the world is more experienced than the White Eagle Soldiers?

Indeed, these specialists moved in classic 20th‑century Hollywood tough‑guy style, brandishing all sorts of weapons and instantly mingling with their compatriots.

With them as the new main force, the fanatics who had just surged into the plant were immediately blocked dead in the front yard.

The other players also coordinated perfectly, quickly mounting machine guns on the wall and sweeping the area, subtly creating a turtle‑in‑a‑well stance.

Merchant: "Uh, it's not, this…"

Songshu: "It's not our goods, next time for sure!"

But now that things have come to this, regardless of defeat or victory, the sunk cost is so astronomically high that the Southern Allied Forces can only keep pouring in more investment.

So unit after unit was thrown into the battlefield, becoming filler cannon‑fodder, trying to satiate the beast called war.

This isn't meaningless; after all this is a plant. As a company, Squirrel Military Industry can't sustain too many troops.

So even with terrain and weapon superiority, the combined force—including NPC employees—only totals a few thousand armed personnel and remains too fragile.

Moreover, Bogo truly is a rare talent; instead of staying put, he led the knights to circle the plant, searching for other breach points,

and they soon discovered a side door, and after a volley of thrown spears, they successfully killed the player guard on the watchtower.

"Brother, lend a hand!"

The angry‑hearted believers in the Allied Forces aren't just Andrei; this bunch, comparable to other‑worldly mini Hulks, are basically huskies—perfect for tearing places apart.

So the poor side door was ripped down by a few barbarians, becoming the Allied Forces' second entrance into the plant.

And once you have one, you get two, then three; nothing in this world is more satisfying than path dependence.

The mixed barbarian‑knight corps was like a giant bottle‑opener, prying every door of the plant open like beer caps, and the bandits streamed in unimpeded.

"Spicy!"

Ji Ming didn't expect that even after he had cut the main arteries of these tiger‑brutes, they still retained such combat power; now Squirrel Military Industry is about to be flattened outright.

"But!"

Yet there are distinguished guests from Lingxi here; if their safety is compromised, it will inevitably turn into a diplomatic incident.

So when James could no longer tolerate it, he hoisted his heavy machine gun, leapt into the air, and prepared to demonstrate what a human‑piloted fighter is.

He instinctively glanced toward the distant far side beyond the high wall, only to see a massive plume of obviously abnormal smoke rising there.

"This is…"

"What is that?"

The Allied Forces still had over a thousand reserve troops guarding the banner, and upon hearing a mysterious rumble from their flank, they all cast curious glances.

"WTF!"

So no one saw it; after their own leader, the Shadow Divine Chosen Lord, took a glance, he instantly turned into a shadow and vanished at light speed.

"Report to superiors: our unit has reached the designated location, requesting orders… Understood!"

It might be coincidence, or fate; some dozens of kilometers from Squirrel Military Industry lies a tank testing ground belonging to Huaxia.

So the force appearing on the Allied Forces' flank was unmistakably a Huaxia amphibious unit centered on five tanks of indeterminate model—resembling a Type‑59 yet not quite.

And once they reached the battlefield, they hesitated not, sought cover, deployed swiftly, and launched a full‑scale assault.

"Lord, what should we… hey, where are the people?"

Having lost their backbone, this thousand‑strong reserve, originally left here due to injuries or diminished combat ability, was nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter.

They didn't even last until the tanks fired; hundreds of regular troops beat them with light weapons, leaving no chance to retaliate.

At that moment, a voice amplified by echo‑magic swept across the localized battlefield.

"Friends of Yangyue World, we Huaxia still abide by the Geneva Convention even in another realm, so please face reality!"

"If you surrender now, you'll receive the best treatment! But if you stubbornly resist, we will annihilate you to the end!"

The wounded units, pinned down by intense fire and unable to lift their heads, shouted: "Gene… Gene what!?"

…

"Mm, okay, understood! … Xiao Zhang, the commander said, don't be embarrassed; let's use the second line of argument."

"Alright, I'll prepare a moment—hey, everyone across! Raise your hands, surrender your weapons, no killing!"

Now everyone understood, and like falling dominoes, they all voluntarily dropped their weapons, knelt, and declared surrender.

Including those fanatics who had previously shouted for blood, they had no choice; the harsh reality of missing limbs made them painfully realize that one cannot betray oneself.

After easily overrunning the Allied Forces' rear and handing the captives to accompanying players for temporary guard, the amphibious unit swiftly advanced into the plant.

At this moment, Andrei realized his drum had been stolen, and he shouted Bogo's name, yelling "You damn dog, stop messing around and get back to defense!"

【They actually started caring about mother-in-law, this couple is real, so addictive!】

「Hey, just be normal, there are ten thousand ways to boost your presence, no need to torture yourself like this. 」

But you told him to fall back, how can he fall back now? Boge, who finally came back after running laps, turned green seeing those five steel giants.

(End of chapter)