My Players Are So Fierce

Old Qu stood up, slung the big gun over his shoulder, and said to the brothers, before leading three hunters ahead to scout the tunnel.

Yan Song, the dedicated scout of the Big Bird Team, was currently participating in a command post on a forum and couldn’t muster the energy to chat with his brothers.

But everyone had already saved the landline number posted in that forum on their phones, ready to use this “third-party cheating” method to relay military information if necessary.

“Sigh, it’s a good thing we know how to hack.”

The shield holder, Three Five Battles, was sitting to the side enjoying a “secret recipe mini burger” and criticized:

“With communications down, at least we have the forum as a backup.

Push comes to shove, we could even rely on the Transia Tavern to manage.

I can’t imagine if we didn’t have these aids and were cut off from contact by the Wolf People, we’d have to rely on ‘true eye contact’ instead.

In such a situation, the complexity of this tunnel alone could be life-threatening, not to mention executing coordinated efforts…

Tell me, how did our predecessors manage to maintain a guerrilla warfare system under those circumstances?”

“Back in our grandfathers’ time, they might’ve been behind, but they did have radios, okay?

It’s not as primitive as you think.”

While applying Sword Oil to his twin blades, Ring Attack disdained:

“You haven’t read any of the war histories Old Qin posted in the data section, have you?

How can you improve like this?

You need to progress, understand?”

“I really want to improve, but I get dizzy just looking at those long texts, is that my fault?”

Three Five Battles retorted, his reasoning so genuine it left people speechless.

“Hey, I remember that smart girl Mengha from the Silver Moon Group saying she was going to set up a radio station.

It’s been a while; haven’t they got a functional one yet?”

Brother Black Silk thought of a question and wondered out loud:

“Didn’t the administration allocate funds for her?

Could it be a scam to get funds?

Wow, doing this in the game, that’s something else.”

“Not at all, I heard Loyal Brother mention it before.”

Brother Meow tilted his head, practiced his control over his downgraded Magic Flying Sword, and explained:

“Mengha already produced a prototype, but in a complex spiritual energy environment, it still faces interference.

Though it performs better than the Calculating Pearl, it’s not good enough to be an equal replacement, so they’re upgrading its anti-interference capabilities.

It’s a mature technology on our side, so I guess the upgrade won’t take much time.

I figure by the time we retreat to the Polluted Swamp, we’ll be able to use those big walkie-talkies our grandpas used, and the Wolf People’s jamming tactics won’t work, allowing us to slaughter those mongrels hard.

Man, I’m kind of excited just thinking about it!”

“Wow, that’s awesome.

Do you think we should replicate some of our stuff?”

Three Five Battles suggested:

“We did work in high-end industries after all.”

“You call outsourcing software high-end industry?

You sure know how to make yourself look good.”

Brother Meow sneered, not very hopeful about Three Five Battles’ illusions, but soon he thought of Little Ruyi, who had previously helped Lord Qin set up command system channels.

With a sly look, he whispered:

“I heard Ruyi from the Silver Moon Group is learning from Old Flywheel.

I think that girl plans to do some heavy-hitting secretly.

She’s a high-end hacker, and we can’t compare, but we could do some minor assistance work.

Perhaps we should contact her and learn a bit about this otherworldly encoding development based on the psychic differential machine and spiritual energy factor systems, just as an additional skill.

If we stop doing mercenary work, we could switch careers and become a coding engineer on the Ligurian Peninsula.

Maybe even establish an otherworldly communications engineering company.

Hey, imagine being an otherworldly office worker, doesn’t it sound thrilling?”

“Hmm, sounds interesting, maybe bring some gifts to visit after the war…”

“Hmm?

My phone’s ringing; hold on while I log out to take a call.”

Brother Meow said, logging out and removing his helmet, reaching for his fruit phone.

Upon seeing the number, he frowned and answered:

“Old Qu, what’s up?

Weren’t you on patrol just now?

Why are you calling?”

“Cut the crap!

Get over here with people!

Follow the tunnel I just walked, go straight to the end, and come up to the platform on the third shaft!

I’ve discovered something incredible!”

“Huh?

Explain clearly, what did you see?

This Blackflame Mountain Pass is desolate; there’s nothing worth getting so excited about.

A new supply convoy maybe?

That can’t be right; we just checked recently, the Wolf People haven’t had any large-scale supply convoys lately.”

“It’s more thrilling than that!

The Wolf People are preparing a Star-world Tear in a valley!

Damn, I can’t be mistaken about this spiritual energy intensity.

You need to come quickly!

These bastards are trying to replicate our Black Flame strategy but in Shadow Valley, to blow it sky-high!

Sneaky dogs, all of them have some creativity, but did they pay the royalty fees?

Just using our tactics as they please!

We need to find a way to kill them.”

“Damn!

Wait; I’m coming over right now.”

“Hold on, call the landline number and report this situation quickly so they can prepare.

It looks like the Wolf People’s ritual is already in the late stage, this could turn into another explosive incident.”

“Got it.”