My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2582 -861: Hey, Interworld Communication Technology! Kid! (Part 3)

“But we can use the forum communication, if that doesn’t work, we can always use our phones.”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato complained in the post:

“We don’t even need these things; the Spiritual Energy interference of the Wolf People doesn’t affect our actions at all.”

“Nonsense! How many players are there?”

Old Qin, waiting for news at Wolf Castle, jumped in, scolding in his usual irritable tone used when talking to Deep-fried Sweet Potato:

“Youngster, you really need to use your brain. This thing wasn’t made for players. It’s a communication tool to be integrated into the People’s Army’s combat system. Under the constant Spiritual Energy interference from the Wolf People, how do you plan to maintain communication across the Maginot Line, which stretches over a hundred kilometers?

Are we supposed to use cavalry to deliver messages?

Players, players, stop always harping on the differences between players and NPCs. Unless we have hundreds of thousands of players forming an undead legion to bulldoze everything, the matters of Transylvania ultimately have to be solved by the locals.

You don’t need to retreat either; call the Wolf Castle Command from your current position!

The straight-line distance between these two points is about fourteen kilometers. There shouldn’t be any complex terrain obstructing communication, so it should connect.”

Feeling chastised by Old Qin, Deep-fried Sweet Potato pouted. With his youthful temper, he should have fiercely argued with Old Qin in the post, but the issue was that since entering the game, he had been fighting alongside Old Qin everywhere, and now he completely respected the old warlord, having no choice but to reluctantly call a new target on the spot.

This time it went very smoothly; he got a very clear response on the first call:

“This is… sizzle… Wolf Castle Command… please confirm the beacon… sizzle… password!”

“Password is ‘The Artist is in position.’

Deep-fried Sweet Potato shouted into the communicator of the portable radio:

“Can you hear me? Hey? The Artist Squad is in position! Awaiting orders.”

“I can hear you… sizzle… no need to shout, I’m not deaf yet.”

Old Qin’s distinctive tone came through from the other side. You could tell that he was quite pleased once he confirmed the portable radio worked in the complex Spiritual Energy environment; he then gave new orders to the Artist Squad:

“Next, head into the tunnels. While designing the portable radio, Mengha also recreated wired telephones. Commander Kuder’s trusted aides have already set up a telephone at Point C of Tunnel F underground.

That’s your next task, to call the Maginot Line Command from there.”

“Hey, you’ve become quite skilled at pointing fingers,”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato retorted discontentedly:

“Just walking to Point C of Tunnel F from here will take three hours. Can’t you assign this order to another squad?”

“Sure, but how come young people like you have issues with your legs?”

Old Qin mocked, then seriously explained:

“Alright, don’t be mad, young ones. The testing task was originally shouldered by a Newbie Squad of the Unyielding Pride, but that squad encountered a gnoll ambush while advancing through the underground tunnels. Their tunnel is now a complete mess.

If you don’t plan to take on the communication testing task, how about you four go support over there?

Teaming up with thirty-seven newbies from Unyielding Pride to fight against at least three hundred Armed Gnolls attacking from all sides? For old players like you, this shouldn’t be difficult, right?”

“Uh… then let’s go test the communication; it’s also contributing to the entire battlefield.”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato coughed, then wisely disconnected the communication, preparing to lead his teammates into the tunnels, but it seemed today wasn’t their lucky day either; no sooner had they entered the tunnels than they heard a loud boom, with the tunnel ahead collapsing from the side. A team of Armed Gnolls jumped in with bewildered expressions, only to be greeted by bullets from the Artist Squad.

“Damn! How did these groundhogs dig all the way here?”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato cursed as he changed magazines:

“Are the Wolf People starting to imitate us with underground movements now?”

“Isn’t that obvious? The surface is full of man-eating plants and crazy beasts, not to mention all kinds of Butterfly Mines scattered around. If I were a Wolf Person, I’d also prefer the safer underground route.”

Tofu Rolled his eyes and turned to Cucumber Strip, who was carrying the portable radio:

“Communications soldier! What are you waiting for? Quickly report this to Wolf Castle, request Old Qin to send ‘Tunnel Hunters’ to teach these Gnolls randomly digging underground a lesson. Show them that every inch of Transylvania’s underground belongs to us, not a place for them to run wild!”

“Well, the tunnel’s collapsed, we can’t go this way anymore; let’s head up, take the surface route to Point C of Tunnel F.”

The four of them fired their guns in a flurry, easily taking down the seven or eight gnolls in front of them. After the battle, Deep-fried Sweet Potato inspected the extent of the tunnel collapse and came to a pessimistic conclusion.

With just the four of them, restoring the collapsed area in a short time was impossible. However, after taking a few more steps, Tomato Sauce suddenly stopped his two teammates, pointing back at the excavated tunnel by the gnolls, saying with a peculiar tone:

“Where do you think they started digging to reach here?”

“Who knows!”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato grumbled:

“Haven’t the Werewolf Players been complaining on the forum that the Gnoll Servants dig holes based entirely on instinct, not even knowing where they’ll end up themselves?”

“But there has to be a starting point.”

Tomato Sauce eagerly said:

“If they dug over from near the Jackal People’s Base, then following this tunnel means we could launch an unexpected surprise attack. Big Bro Five Rounders said before, the essence of tunnel warfare is to surprise the enemy. Since we can’t get to Point C of Tunnel F right away, why not try out this tunnel instead?

Let’s explore a bit; we might find a surprise, who knows?

Contact Wolf Castle with the portable radio, report to Old Qin about our operation, quickly! My explorer’s spirit is burning fiercely now!”