Chapter 44: Folks, I Found a Wild Elite Soldier Set!

"Damn it! Watch out for the Cambrian army's anti-armor rifles!"

Amidst the cluster of armored vehicles, other Black Eagle armor crew members heard the dying screams of the crew inside the Pacifier over the radio.

Experienced armored vehicle soldiers realized instantly that their comrade must have been hit by an enemy anti-tank rifle!

When the tank hunter fired, the recoil of the Mauser anti-tank rifle was terrifyingly massive, accompanied by a huge muzzle blast that created quite a commotion.

Compared to the standard rifles used by other soldiers in the trenches, the tank hunter's weapon was remarkably conspicuous!

Consequently, the other Pacifiers, along with the Black Eagle soldiers who had pushed up their heavy machine guns, immediately unleashed suppressive fire upon the trenches ahead.

"Oh my god, these guys' firepower seems a bit fierce!"

A tank hunter player crouched desperately inside the trench, speaking to a support player beside him while unceremoniously picking up a medical kit from the ground.

He had only poked his head out slightly a moment ago when a machine gun round clipped his shoulder, nearly tearing his entire arm off.

Were it not for the unique resilience of players, that single shot would have been enough to incapacitate him and lead to rapid death from blood loss.

"Exaggerated, this is truly exaggerated! Why are there so many armored vehicles on the opposing side? This isn't balanced at all!"

The support player, who was similarly pinned down and unable to raise his head, could not help cursing silently.

He had wanted to find an opportunity to set up his light machine gun and fire a few rounds, only to find that his machine gun couldn't even be poked out!

Stretching across this trench were the crisscrossing corpses of Cambrian soldiers.

Clearly, this so-called reinforcement infantry regiment was truly nothing more than a hastily levied mob of poorly trained recruits.

Many soldiers, when exposing themselves to shoot, couldn't even remember to change position after firing a shot, foolishly standing in one spot and firing continuously!

"Help! I've had enough! Mom..."

Just at that moment, a soldier who had been crouching in the trench all along seemed terrified by the ceaseless chatter of machine gun bullets buzzing overhead.

For some reason, this reinforcement regiment soldier suddenly began screaming wildly, followed by a desperate, reckless attempt to run backward.

"Hey, wait..."

Another soldier hiding beside him hadn't even had time to grab him when the fellow leaped straight up, struggling to climb out, only to be riddled into a sieve by a burst of machine gun fire.

"Good grief, I never expected this game to be so realistic, even featuring a morale collapse mechanic for soldiers!"

The two players hiding nearby simply watched the scene unfold with curious expressions, quietly acting as indifferent spectators.

They didn't know that the reason no one had suffered a morale collapse in previous battles was, on the one hand, because these players fought so aggressively, serving as exemplary vanguard leaders.

On the other hand, it was also due to the effect of Andrei's leadership skill—which, though very cheap, possessed outrageously game-breaking utility.

Had it not been for this skill, given the casualties Andrei's company had suffered to that extent and his command as a rookie officer, they logically should have broken long ago.

Bang!

A loud explosion suddenly rang out across the battlefield. Another tank hunter hiding in a loft successfully struck his target.

Although the Pacifier mecha had been moving constantly while firing, facing the player's precise aiming, such evasion seemed utterly useless.

The thin outer armor was penetrated by the armor-piercing round in the blink of an eye, and the shattered metal fragments and bullets quickly killed the soldiers inside.

No, to be precise, only the commander in the upper tier was killed; this time, the driver stationed below managed to escape a catastrophe.

The player thought he had eliminated the enemy, only to see the mecha spring back to life, wobbling as it began to retreat backward.

"Tch, this game doesn't even bother to include health bars or anything, leaving me clueless about whether the enemy is dead or alive!"

While pulling the bolt to quickly chamber a new round, the player muttered under his breath, followed immediately by another armor-piercing shot that claimed the driver's life.

Yet despite his complaints, if health bars were actually added to everything around them, this player would likely be the first to be dissatisfied.

After all, a battlefield without health bars looked so much more realistic!

Once health bars were introduced, their sensory immersion would easily be shattered!

In his eagerness to eliminate the enemy, this tank hunter player committed a fatal mistake: firing two shots from the exact same location without retreating in time!

The moment his second shot left the barrel, a stream of machine gun fire saturated the area, tearing the loft to pieces and instantly killing the tank hunter inside.

"No way! It took me forever to get the elite soldier kit!"

Respawning from an underground wine cellar, the player stared at the standard rifleman equipment he had reverted to and burst into loud lamentations.

Just then, however, he suddenly noticed a familiar crate lying beside him. Opening it and picking up the equipment inside transformed him back into a tank hunter once again.

Frozen Pear the Great: [Family members, look what I've found! There's a hidden elite kit spawn point right here, and it spawns tank hunters!]

As he spoke, he immediately photographed the scene and location, posting the screenshot to the chat channel, where it instantly received unanimous praise from other players.

Meanwhile, Andrei watched this scene with a face full of dark lines, his heart twitching at the thought of his squandered pocket money.

Damn it! These players felt zero heartache burning through elite soldier kits!

Players could retain their elite soldier kits indefinitely as long as they avoided death, but if they died, the kit vanished entirely.

Thus, what they mistook for an equipment spawn point was actually Andrei secretly dipping into his own pocket to shell out another 1000 points!

Yet there was no help for it; despite the sting, Andrei had to ensure he possessed sufficient anti-tank firepower—otherwise, how was he supposed to fight an entire enemy armored battalion outside?

Simultaneously, he hurried over to the nearest tank hunter player and shouted:

"Listen up, the anti-armor rifles in your hands are extremely precious! You must protect them!

"Only by relying on these things can we guarantee the destruction of the enemy's armored units!"

He had no idea whether reminding the players would make them exercise any restraint, but it was still better than saying nothing at all.

Having said that, Andrei quickly hurried down a concealed trenchway toward the rear command post.

He felt he had to make Lieutenant Colonel Uner change tactics; the meager trenches set up on the outskirts of the town simply couldn't hold!

He had to get the soldiers to fall back into the town to minimize the enemy's armored advantage as much as possible!