CHAPTER 305: CHAPTER 98: I’M WAITING FOR LEVEL 10, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?_3

"Their attack is incredibly fierce; we’re suffering heavy casualties. We need support. Where are the nearest reinforcements?"

The explosions around were deafening. He feared the operator couldn’t hear him clearly, so he shouted as loud as he could.

"The action team has already departed from headquarters and is expected to arrive at the battlefield within ten minutes."

Ten minutes, which was already fast; these were not field teams stationed nearby and ready to mobilize at any moment, but rather teams departing from the Santo Domingo division base, no matter how fast the hovercraft could fly, it still took time.

Under normal circumstances, ten minutes is more than enough to hold a building.

But these aren’t normal circumstances.

The players don’t care about normal circumstances.

They play the game as if it were an FPS game; realism war gaming is not their style.

Lurking behind cover most of the time and firing wildly, even after emptying several magazines without killing anyone, retreating to escape when encountering fierce fire, these things don’t exist in their world.

In any multiplayer FPS game, it’s easy to achieve hundreds of casualties in a tiny area within half an hour, shaming the Verdun battle casualty rate of World War I. No country can afford such a level of soldier consumption.

This is a great disruption to military morale and spirit.

But players are different; their morale is always at its peak, and they never know what death and fear are.

Afraid to charge in face of fierce enemy fire?

They can laugh wildly and rush into the firepower points carrying explosive packs, braving machine guns.

Even absurdly high death counts only become a topic of jest when they log off.

Watch them demonstrate what the N9 Myraphenmon River battle’s twenty million casualties in a single day looks like.

Thus, these ten minutes seemed to declare their doom in the eyes of the squad leader.

He couldn’t say a word, leaning on the rooftop railing with his sniper rifle, praying that the weapon that had been with him for three years would bring him good luck.

Suddenly, a chilling instinct made him activate Sianweistan instinctively; he immediately rolled away from his position, seeking out a new hiding spot.

"Tsk...." The ace on the balcony across could only withdraw his finger from the trigger, watching helplessly as the opponent escaped his view.

With such speed, bullets are impossible to hit.

"Facing such absurd cybernetic enhancements, it’s pointless playing...."

Facing these unreasonable enemies in a game, even as a fourth-level sergeant, he felt helpless, putting away his sniper rifle, readying himself for the next sniping point.

The intensity of the players’ fierce assault left him in awe; no army would allow their commander to immediately face a military tribunal were they to sustain such casualties.

In just over ten minutes, nearly half of the hundred players had been casualties, but they grew braver with battle, their frenzied state chilling to behold.

As the enemy retreated into the building, the players immediately swarmed in pursuit, well-prepared, recharging rocket launchers to aim within the building, unleashing a barrage of explosions and fire swallowing the hidden Trauma Team operatives instantly. Those with lower cybernetic protection immediately perished, even elite operatives found it hard to withstand in such confined terrain, severely injured.

Downstairs, several heavily armored exoskeleton players advanced under shield-cover, agents without heavy firepower from hovercrafts futilely pulling their rifle triggers at this impregnable wall. The explosive bolt arrows fired continuously from behind, devastating the first floor, leaving no shelter for survival even behind cover, perishing one by one in dazzling flames.

Everything on the battlefield was naturally witnessed by Lin Miao.

He and Lucy were in a building not far from the battlefield, watching everything unfold from above.

The commotion caused by the players made Lucy anxious and fearful.

"Killing so many, the Trauma Team won’t let this go quietly."

Even though Lin Miao’s depth was equally unfathomable, Lucy, having seen corporate tactics, still felt uneasy. She knew these corporations too well.

Since the beginning of corporate wars, every time has been a death of countless people.

Even if Lin Miao’s compatriots were androids, they couldn’t handle such a manner of death....

After spending so much time together, Lucy began to sense something amiss among the androids, realizing that despite one dying, another with completely different looks could conversate with someone else in the same tone.

She gradually understood why these people never considered their lives as lives.

Were it any other situation, Lucy would have broken ties with Lin Miao long ago.

This was the only situation that made it barely acceptable.

The gunfire within the building gradually subsided as players loaded corpses onto their vehicles; Lucy swallowed hard.

"It should be almost over, right..."

"Over? Or perhaps just the beginning."

In the distant sky, more than a dozen Trauma Team hovercars were approaching from all directions, no longer carrying ordinary field operatives. Lin Miao was certain there were Basic power armor soldiers and surely plenty of highly enhanced cybernetic soldiers.

He, who had been silent all the while, looked down at his hand. He had just leveled up to ten.

Players, during this time, constantly disturbed the Trauma Team and Scavengers, battles fierce, occurrences frequent.

Even without participating, the players’ battles could share a considerable amount of experience, only about forty percent less than directly engaging.

The status bar below the character had an entry [Compatibility: 0.0001%]

"One in a million, huh...really interesting...."

An inexplicable sensation surged within him, his Intelligence now at 9 yet unresponsive; Lin Miao had a vague understanding but felt a surreal disbelief.

He had a feeling that once his power increased a bit, perhaps he could pull the hovercar down from the sky.

However, he didn’t bet the outcome of the conflict with the Trauma Team on the supposed tenth-level breakthrough, that ambiguous thing that nobody knew what it meant beforehand.

He could only say that the system’s reward pool was unfathomable, whether in Intermediate’s pool or Basic’s, there were plenty of good items.