Chapter 1831: Chapter 611: Military Governor Boboke’s Triumphant Return to the Frontlines (Part 2)
“Even if you’re a top-notch Big Head Soldier, you can’t withstand gun grenades. This seems unlikely to me. The higher-ups aren’t stupid. We’ve learned quite a bit from Loyal Brother, but at this stage, communication between both sides isn’t possible. Why would they give us more spots?”
“No, no, the idea of slacking off makes sense.”
Old Three, who was feeding fish with a salary, tossed mint candies into his mouth and shook his head, saying:
“The training here isn’t just about individual combat prowess. We’ve seen the performance and improvement of Lord Qin’s second regiment during two rotations. Real tactics can be trained here. If enough people come, we could even have staff come in to try their hand at organizing a strategic campaign or something.”
No matter how real the exercises are in reality, they are still scripted. But the AI here won’t discuss morals with you.
The real battlefield is just like the changes in the situation here.
Let’s write a report together.
I think Loyal Brother would approve it. He’s worried about having too few people to get the work going.”
“Yeah, we’ll do it when we log off later.”
Feeding fish with a salary glanced at the battlefield that had already started to be cleaned up and said in surprise:
“Hey, where’s the Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves’ battle flag? Wasn’t it here just now?”
“Lady Triss took it.”
Dragging the War Halberd, the weary old brother walking past the dump truck waved his hand and said:
“Maybe she’s taking it back to Crimson Castle as a souvenir. Isn’t that thing also a high-level Psychic Item? Are you staying here? I really want to find a place to rest now. The event’s settlement will take another day. Why don’t we team up and head back to Blackflame Mountain Pass?”
“The portal is open, look!”
Salaried fish pointer pointed to the area where the crimson battle flag was flying. The Psychics from Red Devil Hall had already created more than ten portals there.
It’s the shortest route back to Blackflame Mountain Pass.
The surviving players were very tired by now. They picked up their loot and returned in small groups to rest, but Old Qin and Happy Stick didn’t rush to leave.
Old Qin stood under the fluttering blood-red battle flag, looking up at the banner filled with blood and war scars over the 18-day battle. After several seconds of silence, he glanced at Happy Stick and said:
“We did okay, right? Little Stick.”
“Far from it.”
Happy Stick pouted and said:
“If this were a real war, with nearly 2,000 soldiers under our command, facing enemies wielding cold weapons but fighting like this, we’d be lucky to just get demoted. It could easily end up in a military court for real.”
Lord Qin, stop testing me.
I’m just a regular player and ordinary citizen now. I don’t know what you guys are doing and don’t want to know. But if you need, I can transfer you the leader position of the Hammer and Sickle Brigade and start anew with my brothers.”
“Nonsense, would I look up to your rundown guild?”
Old Qin kicked Happy Stick’s leg and cursed:
“It’s not about recruiting you into our organization. What are you afraid of? You just need to cooperate with us at critical moments, but we won’t officially induct you. Don’t worry, you can fully enjoy your gaming career.”
But on important issues, you’ve got to handle it right.”
“Do you have the authority to speak?”
Stick Brother whispered a couple of questions, and Qin nodded, which finally put Stick Brother at ease.
He touched his head and deliberately showed a naive smile, saying:
“Alright, wherever Lord Qin wants us to attack, the Hammer and Sickle Brigade will go, through fire and water without hesitation—but can you reveal the next target so I can prepare?”
“No target, we’re still in the exploration phase.”
Old Qin said quietly:
“If you discover anything, remember to notify us. We will send people over. The mysterious Observers don’t want the current state of both sides to be broken, and we aren’t thinking about deliberately pushing or disrupting the game’s process.”
You can give your Big Brother Meow some hints. If they find ‘interesting’ things while wandering around, they can go report to Loyal Brother; we’ll provide stipends.”
“Oh, a bounty system, I get it.”
Stick Brother grinned and said:
“Is the stipend within the game or is it outside? Look, Commander, I have a family of brothers to support. I can’t keep eating Little Brother Fu’s money forever. He’s kind-hearted, and I feel bad about taking advantage of him.”
“This project has funding.”
Old Qin shrugged, revealing:
“The more you find, the more funding we can apply for. Understand that this is essentially ‘inter-world exploration,’ and there was no standard process before.”
If there’s really something useful for the family, there will definitely be rewards, but don’t spread it all over the place.
We don’t do things with high profile.”
“Understood, white gloves. Big Brother Meow is definitely smart and will agree. Shouldn’t we also let Silver Moon Group know what’s going on?”
Stick Brother, now in a fully submissive stance, asked another question. Lord Qin hesitated for a moment and said:
“Their situation is special; you should not get involved. They have other tasks.”
“Alright, I’ll go and arrange it.”
Happy Stick nodded.
He was about to leave but saw Lord Qin stepping forward to touch the blood-red battle flag. The old man sighed and said:
“Hey, at least it’s not dying in bed, not bad.”
“That kind of talk is really unlucky.”
Stick Brother whispered:
“May you certainly live a long life.”
“Nonsense, who can live like a turtle for hundreds of years? If I die, then I’ll die. I almost died on the battlefield when I was young. I’m not afraid at all.”