This Game Is Too Realistic

Eye Owe Money modified his wording a bit based on his understanding, making it not so hard to understand.

The women in the tent looked at each other.

The girl with the light brown hair bowed her head and remained silent for a long time.

Eye Owe Money and Construction Boy casually collected some of Battlefield Cheerleader's personal items, ready to bring them back to Dawn City for him.

Just as the two were about to leave, the girl with the light brown hair suddenly raised her head, mustering the courage to stop them.

"My name is Lisa."

Eye Owe Money and Construction Boy paused, staring at her blankly, not understanding what this girl was planning to do next.

Biting her lip lightly, she continued, "If he... If he's still there, please tell him... I will wait for him."

Eye Owe Money and Construction Boy exchanged glances.

"What did she say? I was distracted just now."

"Uh, she said her name is Lisa? She wants to wait for that asshole?"

"Holy shit, that's awesome!"

Seeing the look of surprise on Eye Owe Money's face, Construction Boy blurted out unconsciously. "How awesome is it?"

Eye Owe Money looked at him speechlessly, rolling his eyes. "... Can you not spoil the moment?"

A guilty expression appeared on his face. "I just wanted to know..."

"..."

...

The war on the western front came to an end, and as Chu Guang entered the Falling Leaf Camp, he announced to the local survivors the defeat of the Army and the victory of the New Alliance.

The area around Lucky Valley Municipality was incorporated by the New Alliance into the restoration zone, and Falling Leaf Camp would be renamed Falling Leaf City, becoming part of the New Alliance.

The survivors captured by the Army could freely decide whether to stay or leave, and the alliance would help those who chose to stay rebuild their homes on the ruins... Those tasks would proceed as they pushed the frontlines forward.

As for the members of the reserve army who were captured, the alliance pardoned the crimes they committed while working for the Army during the war.

Although a small part had joined the Army voluntarily, most were coerced by the Army into becoming cannon fodder.

To pursue their responsibility would be somewhat hurtful.

Of course, if any survivor pointed out that someone had used their position in the reserve army to commit serious crimes, they would still not escape punishment.

As usual, the New Alliance would build a prisoner of war camp near Falling Leaf City to detain those of the Army.

They would repay their war crimes through labor and compensate those displaced by their actions.

As Chu Guang was busy leading his cuite little players to clean up the western front, the New Alliance's northern border was stirring.

North of West Continent Municipality.

At the edge where Heavenly Water Municipality and a stretch of barren mountains and ridges meet, a 1,000-man troop was marching southward at a leisurely pace.

The group was a mix of a dozen three-wheeled motorcycles and six-wheeled trucks, carrying various light and heavy machine guns, mortars, and anti-armor rocket launchers among other weapons.

Although those people carried assorted weapons, no one doubted their firepower.

From their diverse attire, it was not hard to see that they were mercenaries.

In the River Valley Province, only places like Boulder Town and Bugra Free State could gather a 1,000-man team of mercenaries, as undisciplined and unorganized as they were.

And from the direction those people were marching, it was not hard to guess that they came from the latter.

Walking beside Hadar, a man wearing a leather felt hat gazed at the southern hills and teased, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to make a move at this time?"

With the corners of his mouth lightly curled up, Habbot said lazily, "You can't make a fortune when you always tie up your hands and feet."

Habbot's name was somewhat well-known in Bugra Free State. He had a mercenary group named after him.

Just a few days ago, a mysterious employer found him through an intermediary, hoping he would attack the New Alliance's Dawn City from the north.

Habbot initially refused the deal without hesitation, as it was no different from sending himself to his death. No amount of payment was worth it if he wasn't alive to spend it.

However, the employer quickly provided a clue.

The Army would adjust its deployment in the desert, and the airship at Lucky Valley Municipality would be called back to the Sunset Province to support the battle at Oasis No.9.

Before that, the New Alliance's forces would definitely be tied up on the western front, and the defense on the northern line would inevitably be weak, making it an opportune time to invade Dawn City.

Besides providing the information, the employer also offered to support them with a batch of arms and raised the original reward of 1 million Dinars to 1.2 million.

1.2 million dinars was not a small sum.

Even if it was split evenly, each person would get more than 1,000 Dinars... Although considering the costs, Habbot wouldn't split it that way.

Besides the bounty, according to the employer, he could also dispose of the spoils of war as he wished.

Long ago, Habbot had heard that Dawn City had gathered 30,000 to 40,000 survivors and was hoarding aid materials worth tens of millions of chips.

With someone financing and equipping them, and all the spoils of war would belong to him, Habbot couldn't think of a reason to refuse such generous conditions.

His troop advanced to the river bank of the Heavenly Water River and looking at the other side, Habbot immediately ordered, "Prepare to cross the river!"

After entering the rainy season, the river was more turbulent than usual. It had also grown a lot wider, with even the narrowest region being at least 1 kilometer wide.

But Habbot was prepared. His brothers might not have fought a water battle, but that didn't mean he couldn't read the weather.

20 inflatable rafts about the size of two double bed mattresses were deployed, each equipped with four oars.

1,000 people were divided into two waves, with two 100-man teams led by Habbot boarding the inflatable rafts to cross the river first, while the rest stayed on shore to keep watch.

Standing at the front of the inflatable raft, Habbot looked at the southern bank and the brothers straining at the oars ahead. A trace of excitement and cruelty filled his eyes.

Since the New Alliance couldn't take care of their northern border for a while... It might be good to stay a few more days in Dawn City.

Although the refugees there definitely couldn't compare to the dancers in the taverns of Bugra Free State, he couldn't mess around in the city.

Outside, there weren't so many restrictions.

Just as Habbot was lost in thought, his vanguard team was only 50 meters away from the shore.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the lush edge of the forest by the riverbank.

From the slightly slender shoulders, they could see that the figure who appeared was probably a woman. She wore a hooded cloak, the shadow under the hood covering her face.

Habbot squinted his eyes slightly. His intuition for danger made him feel a dangerous aura from the figure.

In a loud voice, he called out, "Hey, girl on the shore, this is not a place for outings. I'm busy today, I don't have time to play with you."

No response came.

Habbot's expression cooled, and he gestured to his brothers beside him, his hand reaching for the automatic rifle hanging on the inflatable raft.

"Prepare for battle..."

He had to admit. He had great judgment. Everything that happened next also proved that his call to prepare for battle was correct, but it came a little too late.

The second he gave the order, they were only 30 meters from the riverbank. The figure standing on shore moved at the same time.

It was just that... They moved at an astonishing speed.

It was so quick it didn't seem humanly possible!

Habbot only saw her legs bend slightly before leaping into the air like a cannonball. She arrived on the raft at the very front before anyone could react.

The huge impact almost bent that inflatable raft into two, and the mercenaries standing on it screamed as they were flung into the rapid currents.

Habbot's pupils suddenly dilated.

Before he could react, that fast-as-wind figure had already leaped towards the next inflatable raft. At the same time, two flashes of white light sprung from her sleeves.

From that fleeting afterimage, he barely made out that they were two daggers!

There was no time to defend. Instantly, two mercenaries who had just raised their gun were killed. Before their bodies could call into the river, that figure had already slit the throats of two more.

The two slender daggers in her hands spun up and down, like a whirling saw tearing through the inflatable raft below.

The adjutant crouching beside Habbot panicked as he set up his light machine gun to aim at the agile figure.

However, that person was too close to their comrades!

He couldn't aim, nor could he fire.

"Damn... I can't target!"

Habbot's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "Don't engage in close combat, Anyone who get close, jump in the river! Everyone else, fire! Suppress that idiot!"

Ratatatata...