Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1124 - 366: Unlucky! Unlucky! Unlucky!

The frontline is ablaze with gunfire, it’s quite a spectacle.But that has nothing to do with Giant and the others.

The four of them are quite far from the frontline now, deep behind enemy lines, even deeper than Masked Rider, right into the heart of the enemy.

But don’t ask how they got there.

As they descended, they scared a few locals unconscious, no time to tidy up or rescue the natives.

They found a hidden spot to park the tank, covered it with camouflage tarps, sprinkled some dirt and branches for disguise, and then decided to hike back on foot.

No choice, such a large tank on the road, can’t be low-key even if they want to, and Cuba doesn’t have active New America tanks like Komodo, can’t even disguise it.

Then, on their way, they conveniently took out a pillbox, erased the identities of a few troops inside, and stripped off their clothes to wear themselves.

Except the clothes didn’t fit, wore them loose, helmets crooked, two straps fluttering in the wind, carrying a long gun, they were practically the epitome of fake soldiers.

The only thing catching attention was one of the fake soldiers had their mouth taped shut, looking quite disheartened.

At this moment, they were still a hundred and twenty kilometers from the frontline.

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Worried

Kang Ze was very worried; he was originally just a border area company commander responsible for guarding Camaguey at the border.

They say it’s the border, but it’s not really fixed numbers.

He was secretly pleased; he could slack off here, didn’t have to go south to fight against that Horizon Corporation.

No one expected the frontline situation to deteriorate so quickly; all surrounding troops had already been transferred there, but the pressure was immense, even his men were included in the transfer scope.

If it were a normal full-strength unit, it wouldn’t matter, but everyone kind of had the habit of taking ghost salaries, Kang Ze just took a little bit more, just a little bit.

Almost took the establishment of a platoon, when needing headcount checks, he’d just pull locals together to pad the numbers.

But now they have to go to the frontline, where to find villagers to conscript?

"Huh?!"

Sitting in the car, worried, he suddenly saw four carefree guys up ahead on the road, carrying wooden sticks, running and playing, like elementary students out for a spring outing.

[Shui Yue: Wow! Someone’s coming from behind, should we find a place to hide?]

[Giant: We’re out in the open now, no need to hide, you stealth types always like sneaky moves]

[Beauty: You’re so great, you’re so noble]

[Giant: We’d definitely lose in a fight, they have too many people, and cars... let’s improvise]

[Potato:]

He was even muted in the chat channel, could only send emojis.

All four stopped, moved to the roadside preparing to let the convoy pass, but the lead car stopped beside them.

Kang Ze didn’t get out of the car, lowered the window and asked directly.

"Which unit are you from? Why are you here?"

"Uh... we are... guarding the tobacco fields nearby."

Giant inwardly cursed how demanding this guy was, but showed a pleasing demeanor, even pulled out cigarettes to offer.

Upon hearing they were local militia, Kang Ze beamed with joy.

"Eh, don’t need your cigarettes, get in, come to the frontline with me to earn military merit."

"Huh?"

"When I tell you to get in, just get in, why so much nonsense."

Having followed the leader for so long, the subordinates knew what Kang Ze was thinking; immediately a few strong men stepped down to drag them into the car against their will, to pad numbers at the frontline.

Giant and the others had no choice but to reluctantly comply, sporting bitter melon expressions as they were pulled into the car.

[Giant: Wow, infiltrated the enemy just like that?]

[Shui Yue: Blind cat catching a dead mouse]

[Giant: You know nothing, everything’s according to my plan]

[Beauty: But what if they send us to the frontline? Join the main unit?]

[Giant: Let’s take it one step at a time, if not we’ll capture this idiot alive for credit, it’s points after all]

This convoy picked up quite a few civilians working in the tobacco fields along the way to pad numbers, as for the militias managing them, naturally didn’t have the guts to argue with the military, could only turn back to the village to keep recruiting people to farm.

Though Kang Ze’s adjutant was uneasy.

"Boss, you’re not planning to drag them to the battlefield, right? Heard it’s intense upfront, they’re militia, not like before when fake matches with those Camaguey folks..."

"What fake match!"

Kang Ze glared at the blabbering guy.

"Just throw them all to the logistics department to stuff magazines, send ammunition supplies to the frontline, isn’t that good?"

The logistics department was by the rear command post, tens of kilometers from the frontline, wouldn’t be hit no matter the intensity.

If there was a collapse, nobody would care about a few logistics department ants.

"Boss is wise, but this money..."

"Tell them clearly 10 Orokin a day per person, work honestly, I won’t treat them poorly."

"Alright, I’ll tell them now."

The adjutant inwardly cursed the vampire, soldier salaries on the books were 30 a day, but only 20 got to them, the rest went into Kang Ze’s pocket, plus all those ghost salaries.

Now giving the militia 10, wouldn’t they get even less?

When the convoy stopped, the militia and farmers grabbed along the way were driven off the car, the adjutant approached Giant and the others, saying

"Work well, 5 Oro a day per person, if victorious, higher-ups won’t treat you badly."

Then he left.

Oro

Still per day

Under 200 a month, less than half of what players earn in a day