Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1295: Chapter 420: Hakimi~~Ha Minotaur~~_2

Once he dies and his vital signs reach zero, the power armor’s system will automatically lock itself and delete the archives, which are extremely valuable to Horizon Corporation.

"Get away from me! I won’t let you take me away for brainwashing! You’re all mad!"

The soldier roared, activating the power armor, effortlessly lifting Mann’s hundreds of kilograms-heavy body, and reached out to crush the wrist of the hand choking his neck.

"Damn you, you damn pump!"

Dolio, who was following Mann, threw a straight punch at the soldier’s unprotected forehead where the helmet had been removed, with quick and precise force.

"Ugh—"

The soldier’s forehead quickly swelled and turned bluish. He stared dumbfounded at Dolio for two seconds, then his head tilted, and he fainted.

Dolio flaunted his fist.

"It’s still the best, Mann. Have you used guns so much that you can’t even use your fists now?"

"Whew... I never thought I’d be taught a lesson by you someday."

Mann pushed off the scout pinned on him and stood up, looking out the window at the full city of fireworks, where the explosion lights almost turned the entire city into day.

Over the past few days, the North City District, almost entirely fallen under the Europeans’ furious attack, was being swiftly reclaimed.

Under the command of experts, the positions built by Europeans and Cubans were being conquered one by one, with large-caliber grenade artillery being fired recklessly.

They can’t hold out.

They can’t hold out at all.

Where there were no Dragon Field soldiers, the players charged alongside the artillery fire, rushing forward right after the shells landed, delivering beatings to the still-dazed enemy forces.

Sometimes the shells would explode both sides together, resulting in an extremely bloody scene.

The dazed Cuban soldiers, after suffering some casualties, directly kneeled and surrendered, saying they dared not fight this group of madmen anymore.

And the European forces in the city didn’t last long either, being overrun all the way to the frontlines command center. Under the players’ daring siege, the command system did not even have the chance to escape on hovercar, only choosing to surrender on the spot.

"I surrender! Don’t shoot!"

Cuban Colonel Hardlin walked out of the temporary command post, hands up, while beside him, an escort somehow found a piece of white cloth to hang on a pole and wave.

Following him were two European colonels and a group of technical soldiers.

They were frightened out of their wits, faces pale, looking disheveled.

Completely unable to understand why this situation arose; clearly, they had judged that Horizon Corporation didn’t have many troops left. The combat quality and craziness of the soldiers in the city had significantly declined compared to before; how did so many madmen suddenly appear?

Are your soldiers refreshed every Sunday?

It took a total of six hours to completely sweep the enemy soldiers in the entire Da Haguai city.

Killed 274 people, captured 915, while the players sacrificed over 150, with the injured basically negligible, as long as they could still breathe, those medical department players could revive you on the spot within an hour.

But apart from this final battle, during the nearly week-long skirmishing, the Dragon Field soldiers suffered nearly seven hundred casualties, losing almost half, which is considerable, killing over a thousand enemies.

They didn’t have the revival chances like the players, completely fighting to the death with the enemy, trapping the larger enemy forces in this small town without progress, with only one-tenth of the city’s buildings remaining.

If it weren’t for Da Haguai being a thorn in the Europeans’ throat, preventing them from bypassing this city to attack the rear, this battle would likely have occurred at Pig Bay Beach.

The infrastructure originally occupied and constructed would suffer severe damage, and fatalities would not be limited to these numbers.

When the gasping-for-air Dragon Field soldiers and players reunited, the expert looked at these familiar faces of the wounded soldiers, stepping forward to hug them one by one.

"You guys are great, you’ve worked hard. Leave the remaining tasks to us; you take the prisoners south for a while to rest. There’s more work ahead."

Actually, quite a few faces were familiar to each other, as most Dragon Field soldiers came from Night City gangs, and many of these players likely had beaten them before.

But now, their positions were unified, comrades rather than enemies.

Among the crowd, a woman’s voice was particularly loud.

"David? Where is David?"

Gloria pushed through the crowd, recklessly running towards the frontlines despite the battle just ending.

These days, she hadn’t left the hospital for a moment, nor asked anyone about David’s situation, not knowing if her son was alive or dead.

This grief accumulated in her heart, turning into a desperate race against time to save the lives of Dragon Field soldiers like David on the operating table, resting less than two hours a day, visibly exhausted.

Until just now, after launching the counterattack, Gloria cautiously searched the fatality list for David Martinez’s name.

When her search returned empty, she nearly fainted from relief, then followed the system’s directions desperately seeking her son.

"Mom..."

When David saw his mother squeezing through the crowd, running towards him, he was stunned unsure of how to respond.

He looked to Mann for help, but Mann and Dolio had already stealthily withdrawn, raising their hands in surrender, indicating their helplessness.

"Slap!"

David only felt his right cheek hurt fiercely; his mother had greeted him with a hard slap.

Then, with tears in her eyes, Gloria fiercely hugged David, sobbing.

Aware of his own unworthiness, David dared not move unnecessarily, allowing his mother to hold him and cry for a while, while no one around dared approach.

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