This Game Is Too Realistic

“This is too peaceful."

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North of Longevity Town, in a dark and silent abandoned town.

Letting out a cold breath, the man with the rifle cast a glance out of the window, a menacing light flashing in his narrowed eyes.

There was a lantern beside his boots, and a black hyena crawled at his feet, wuffling from time to time.

The man’s name was Gray Wolf.

Although his name had the word wolf, he had nothing to do with the Wolf Clan that was one of the three major clans of the Bonechewer Clan. He was just a Company Leader under Lion Fang.

Unlike other company leaders, before he joined the Bonechewer Clan, he was just a wandering mercenary who once worked for the Army and also beat up his old employer for the people of the Great Rift Valley. Anyway, he would follow whoever paid him.

Later, when the Bonechewer Clan was recruiting soldiers, he took the opportunity and joined them with some of his brothers, along with other marauder forces.

A marauder’s life was much more fun than being a mercenary.

They followed the law of the jungle and respected the strong, using fists and bullets to decide everything. As long as one was strong enough, one could gain respect, and as long as one was ruthless enough, one could become the leader of a group of people.

Following the Lion Fang’s banner, he went from the middle of the River Valley Province to the very south, killing more than a hundred people. He had also risen from a squad leader to the company leader.

However, he was an outsider in the end, and the Company Leader was basically the highest rank he could achieve.

Even if the marauders had weak bonds, and their organization and discipline were maintained by violence and plundering, not just anyone could enter their core strength.

He had to prove his bravery.

He had to use a hearty victory to prove his worth.

The opportunity finally came.

About a month ago, the Black Snake Tribe stationed in the east refused to join them, apparently planning to enjoy the prey in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City alone.

Lion Fang was very angry, but sadly the heavy snow blocked the road, and the blizzard was raging, even if he was extremely reluctant, he would not order his men to march in this kind of weather.

Recently, the situation finally improved.

The blizzard that lasted for a month had finally weakened.

Gray Wolf seized the opportunity and immediately volunteered, expressing his willingness to be the vanguard, leading his men to attack Longevity Town in the northern suburb of Clearspring City, to clear the way for the main force.

After consulting the staff officer, Lion Fang immediately agreed to his request.

Remote Creek Town was too far from the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

If they could capture Longevity Town, their main force would be able to advance at least 20 kilometers to the south before the winter ended, completely getting rid of the Black Snake Tribe on the southern outskirts of Heavenly Water City.

Lion Fang highly praised his bravery, and in order to increase the winning chance, he even gave him 50 more marauders and weapons and equipment. As such, he had to complete his mission.

After incorporating the 50 or so marauders under his command, Gray Wolf commanded 150 men. He brought 10 days’ worth of supplies, weapons, and ammunition, and set off towards the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

Marching in a blizzard was a risky decision, but at the same time, the low visibility was a cover.

Gray Wolf was not a fool.

The strength of the opponent was unclear, but based on the fact that they were able to block the offensive of his friendly forces, forcing Black Snake’s men to stop at the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City, these people were obviously not as easy to deal with as imagined.

Taking advantage of the last blizzard of December, he and his men arrived at an abandoned town 10 kilometers north of Longevity Town and hid there.

Instead of attacking immediately, he first sent scouts out to find out the situation, and let the others rest in the buildings to recover their strength until the night.

The snow outside the window stopped a little.

Looking at the gradually approaching figure not far away, Gray Wolf gently kicked the sleeping hyena next to him.

"Get up."

"Time to work."

The wuffling hyena raised its head, only to see his master, carrying a lantern, getting up from the chair and walking to the door. It followed behind quietly.

In the living room on the first floor where half of the wall had collapsed, the man wrapped in a white cloth shook the snow off his body at the door, walked to Gray Wolf, and bowed his head respectfully. "Boss."

Gray Wolf sat down on the sofa, looked at him, and said. "Tell me what you saw."

The scout said respectfully. "The east gate is in ruins. The refugee camp that was supposed to be there was completely destroyed by the blizzard. The ground is full of garbage. It seems that the survivors are having a hard time as well and this blizzard has hit them hard."

Gray Wolf continued to ask. "Where did the people go?"

The scout shook his head. "I don’t know, but it’s definitely not behind the wall. I’ve observed it all day. They only cooked twice in total, and based on how big the smoke was, I’d say about 70 or 80 people live there."

The survivor’s stronghold called Longevity Town had a high wall, and apart from a few gentle slopes, there was no obvious no high ground around it. So it was difficult to fully see the situation inside from the outside.

Gray Wolf’s eyebrows were slightly raised.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

70 or 80 people?

"You sure?"

The scout nodded affirmatively. "I’m positive!"

Gray Wolf frowned.

A survivor base with only 70 or 80 people. To be honest, the number was not quite right.

He did not believe that the survivors could not see the strategic value of this fortress in the wilderness, which had become the gateway to the northern suburbs of ​Clearspring City.

As long as they could capture this place, it was equivalent to breaking open the doors of all the survivors in the entire northern suburbs.

Or maybe…

Those idiots naively thought that with the cover of heavy snow, they would be able to sit back and relax…

However, the naivety of the opponent was a good thing for him.

There was a smile on the corner of Gray Wolf’s mouth, and his expression was very similar to the hyena lying at his feet. "Go back and keep watching. We’ll be there in a minute."

The scout became high-spirited and said excitedly. "Yes!"

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