This Game Is Too Realistic

Since it was already in the middle of the night, the camp was dark except for the guard posts. He didn't dare wander around aimlessly. After waiting for a while, a logistics personnel finally came over and took him to a nearby canteen, arranging for the cooks to prepare a large table of late-night snacks for him.

Enviously glancing at the epaulettes on Pangolin's shoulder, the logistics personnel respectfully said, "Commander Feder instructed me to take care of you. Please let me know if you need anything. Other than alcohol and women, I can try to arrange anything else for you."

The wastelander looked at the young man's face, noticing his non-prominent nose and slightly deep eye sockets typical of a resident of the desert. He was likely a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.

Hungry from the journey, Battlefield Cheerleader mumbled, "Prepare some more meat for me, beef if possible. My appetite might be a bit large, an ordinary portion probably won't be enough."

After all... Eating in the Army's camp wouldn't cost him anything!

Not eating more would be a loss!

The young man chuckled at his words. "You're an Awakener, right? Please rest assured! Commander Cowley has already instructed me to prepare three people's worth of food for you!"

As it turned out, Cowley had already spoken for him.

Seeing the smile on the young man's face, the wastelander also smiled sheepishly. The way he spoke...

It was as if he was a glutton!

After a short wait, the food was quickly served.

Including a whole roasted beef leg and a basket of freshly baked bread which were sprinkled with sugar frosting and nuts, there was also a basket of juicy grapes, bright red sweet dates, and an unlimited supply of milk.

Looking at the table full of food that was so lavish it was hard to take his eyes off, Battlefield Cheerleader felt a surge of emotion.

That was the food served at the headquarters of the Army's expedition army! It was just too damn good!

"If it's not enough, I can arrange for the kitchen to prepare more for you..." The young man bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Please enjoy your meal."

Thinking about how he was honorably depleting the enemy's food supply by eating more, Battlefield Cheerleader sat down at the long table and started eating heartily without any concern for appearances.

Watching him devour the food, the young man standing by also felt hungry. He gulped and tried not to look his way.

After a while, Cowley, who had just finished the procedures, also arrived at the canteen.

He looked appreciatively at Pangolin, who was voraciously eating the beef leg, and found nothing crude about the scene. He pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite at the dining table, snapping his fingers to the side.

"Bring me a steak."

"Yes, sir." The young man nodded respectfully and quickly turned to go to the kitchen.

Wiping his silver dining knife, Cowley casually said. "I was delayed a bit while handling the procedures just now, I didn't expect that we had just arrived when we were caught up with such a huge event..."

Hearing Cowley, Battlefield Cheerleader swallowed the food in his mouth and reflexively grunted, "What happened?"

"Camp 530 was attacked." Cowley muttered.

"Camp 530? What is that?"

"The logistical hub of the northern line forces, the camp we passed two days ago," Cowley said helplessly, "It's just too coincidental... It was just two days apart. If we had been delayed, we probably would have left our lives there."

Hearing what he said, Battlefield Cheerleader nearly choked on the food in his mouth. He struggled not to cough as his face turned red.

Good grief.

He had just delivered the intelligence, and the New Alliance immediately used his intelligence to take down the military base. They were basically pushing him into the firepit!

However, Cowley did not suspect him, in fact, he didn't even think in his direction.

After all, they had been in the same truck for the past two days, and no one would think that this guy, who slept like a log, could pass messages in his sleep.

"Will they suspect us?" Battlefield Cheerleader asked slowly.

"Us?" Hearing this hesitantly phrased question, Cowley was briefly stunned. Then he laughed as if he had heard a very funny joke while shaking his head.

"How could they? We just came here! We don't even know the number of that camp, let alone know the role that military base plays in General Griffin's plans."

"Besides, retreating ten thousand steps, we just arrived two days ago, even if the information was leaked immediately, our enemies would need time to verify the information, then formulate a battle plan based on that information... It would take at least a month."

Taking a sip from his cup of hot cocoa, Cowley moistened his throat and continued, his expression slightly serious as he spoke. "Honestly, I'm a bit suspicious of Adan."

"Adan?" Battlefield Cheerleader was startled. "But what reason would he have to betray us?"

"Sometimes, you don't need many reasons to do something, and my suspicions aren't just about him, but all the merchants from the Bugra Free State."

Cowley looked at Battlefield Cheerleader, speaking in a gentle tone, "My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you."

"Those merchants have no loyalty to speak of, they don't swear allegiance to anyone, their lives are nothing more than a pile of dirt that doesn't bring life or take it away with death, just a soulless shell. Today they might sell us spears for the attack, tomorrow they might sell shields to our enemies. I'm grateful for his favor, but if he did betray us, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Battlefield Cheerleader nodded guiltily. "I understand."

"Good that you understand, I was really worried you'd be deceived by those people," Cowley nodded appreciatively, pausing for a moment before he continued, "I mentioned before about introducing you to General Griffin, but given what's happened, we might have to wait a bit."

Battlefield Cheerleader immediately nodded. "It's okay, sir, I'm not in a hurry, it can wait as long as it needs to."

It was just as well he couldn't introduce him. He didn't want to meet that guy at this time.

Battlefield Cheerleader believed that not everyone in the Army could be as naive as the man before him.

Especially Griffin, who was known to be an old fox. He probably had even more tricks up his sleeve than he did, and he really feared being seen through at a glance.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Cowley looked with concern at Battlefield Cheerleader and asked, "You look a bit pale."

Battlefield Cheerleader made an excuse. "A little, maybe it's the climate. I've never been to such a dry place before."

Cowley nodded and reassured him, "It's really like this in the desert, you need to adapt quickly, we have a long way to go, and we'll eventually go even further places."

Battlefield Cheerleader perked up. "I'll adapt as quickly as possible!"

...

Shelter No. 404.

Sitting on the sofa, sipping iced Nuka Cola, Chu Guang couldn't help but let out a sound of appreciation as he scrolled through the online forum and firsthand battle reports from deceased players.

"This money was well spent!"

Whether it was the Seagull drones or the Hellhound unmanned vehicles, their performance on the battlefield exceeded expectations. He had to boast, the Enterprise really provided some badass shit!

Of course, it was also thanks to the players' exceptional performance. Known for their casualty rate, the Death Corps only lost 30 or so members despite their ordinary wipe-out status.

Under normal circumstances, 30 dead was barely significant.

"We need to stock up more equipment during this battle!"

Including the R-36 'Punishment' air-to-ground missiles used by the Seagull drones, one EMP missile turned the entire military base into a blind and deaf mouse. Moreover, it was priced at only 250,000 CR!

Then there was the white phosphorus bomb, priced at just 100,000 CR. It had astonishing effects on soft targets.

Although they weren't exactly cheap, since it was the military aid budget and not his own money, it didn't really matter. Honestly, Chu Guang originally thought that the folks on the East Coast would shy away from such cruel weapons. As it turned out, he was overthinking it.

Leaning back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Little Seven sitting on his desk. His eyes burned in excitement.

"Little Seven, contact the representative from the Long Axe Group. Tell him I plan to get 10 more Seagulls!"

"Alright! Master!" Little Seven energetically responded and dutifully contacted the seller.

Chu Guang continued to browse the forum, noticing that his little Pangolin had just come online, so he clicked on the freshly posted thread.

Battlefield Cheerleader: Fuck! You guys are too much, I had just left and you guys came over!

Irena: Is your identity exposed? If it is, I'll let Mole draw you a book. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Escaping Mole: Fuck off! I don't draw that kind of book!

Battlefield Cheerleader: Exposed my ass! Luckily I was clever and bluffed my way through! Next time you guys take it easy, at least wait for me to be further away before you blow it up! By the way, that Camp 530 you blew up seems to be the logistical hub of the Army's northern front line... Because the battle plan was exposed, the northern offensive of the Army was forced to be delayed, this is what I just heard from Cowley.

Quit Smoking: Fuck! Awesome!

Night Ten: 666!

Spring Water Commander: Hahaha, actually I think the timing of this operation was pretty good. Although it was a bit coincidental, it's because of this you guys are less likely to be suspected.

Ample Time: +1, the more important the strategic target, the more meticulous the planning needs to be, otherwise it's easy to mess up.

Sideline Slacking: Hey, don't say that, those responsible for the feint this time got the time zone wrong, the action started a full hour early! It's a good thing we rushed over in time, a few minutes slower and we might have been annihilated!

Battlefield Cheerleader: Fuck, seriously?!

Sideline Slacking: No shit! Construction Boy's tricycle is still smoking from all the pedaling he did!

Construction Boy: Fuck you! You still have the nerve to say that?! (◔_◔)

Drumhead Washing Machine: Exactly! You're too damn stingy! Next time at least get a proper electric car!

Sideline Slacking: Tsk! Can you say I'm stingy? You guys should consider the actual situation! Where can you charge a battery in a place full of sand?

The Death Corps' commander and his members started arguing. A few intelligence type players opened a new thread and started boasting to other players.

Especially Eye Owe Money.

Operating the Seagull drone in the sky and shooting french fries at his targets, he was thrilled! He was praising it to the heavens.

The only downside was the payload was too small. He hadn't had enough fun when he ran out of bullets.

No matter what, Chu Guang finally felt relieved when he noticed his little Pangolin was doing fine.

He had acted so hastily just to prevent the guy from being suspected, but as it turned out, the situation he was worried about hadn't happened.

That was over 800 kilometers.

Even a pigeon would take a day to fly so far.

Without large communication bases or satellites, completing intelligence exchange and formulating a battle plan in two days was somewhat fantastical.

After confirming the safety of the intelligence personnel, Chu Guang didn't rush to assign him new tasks but instructed him to lie low. He planned to use his chess piece at a critical moment.

It would be best if he could take those big-nosed ones away in one fell swoop.

Anyway... There would be a better time.