Perhaps the other residents of Night City would involuntarily feel fear when they hear the name Huang Ban.
But for the players, it’s just "fuck it," no matter what Huang Ban is, just do it!
Their team, although missing the assault player Masked Rider, didn’t lose much combat strength.
After climbing up to the sixth floor, the Sword Saint approached the window and saw a helicopter searching the building coming closer, and immediately waved to the robot Arnold.
"Arnold, quick, quick, quick, we need to get First Blood!"
Following behind, Arnold was dressed like the War God.
With the exoskeleton’s support, he held a Gatling gun in his right hand, the ammo belt extending all the way to an ammo box on his lower back, and carried several RPGs on his back, looking like a holy warrior version of a T800.
Arnold, wearing sunglasses, said calmly,
"Let’s get this done!"
Then he pulled the trigger at a drone not far from the window.
After a brief spin-up,
The roar like a tearing machine resounded through the room, and almost simultaneously, chains of tracer rounds lit up between the buildings. The hit drone exploded into fragments in mid-air like a piece of tofu.
But such losses in consumables didn’t matter to the Huang Ban troops; these were meant to attract fire.
A sniper from Huang Ban on a high-rise quickly aimed at these machine gunners appearing at the window.
Amid the burning Watson District, the sound of machine gun bursts echoed through the streets, making the sniper’s shot go unnoticed.
The bullet struck the alloy helmet of the exoskeleton, almost scrambling Arnold’s brains, but given his already low intelligence, it didn’t make much difference.
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The autocannon on the Huang Ban armored vehicle below quickly targeted the shooting window, and the large-caliber rounds demolished the concrete wall like a sledgehammer, followed by a Huang Ban soldier firing a rocket, engulfing the whole room in explosive flames.
The gap in combat power between the gangs and the military was immeasurable, so much so that even the Trauma Team from the same company could not hold a candle to Huang Ban in direct combat.
Fortunately, Sword Saint reacted quickly, activating Sianweistan before the rocket explosion, dragging the unconscious Arnold away from the blast center, using a shield to block most of the shockwave, although he was still shaken quite a bit.
"Coupons! Have them figure out a way to neutralize those heavy weapons! We can’t fight !"
There had been discussions on the forum about how to clash with large military organizations in Night City, although at the time, players were targeting Dog Town, not Huang Ban.
Count on using RPGs in the city to take out regular military armored units is sheer lunacy; you’d likely be gunned down by snipers, grenadiers, and alert soldiers before you could even take aim.
Back in the day, Somali warlords fired rockets as if they were free, yet they were just fighting a disoriented Delta Force and Rangers command system, leading to a kill ratio of about one thousand nine to several dozen.
That was essentially a massacre.
Weapons used against vehicles that were effective against gangs weren’t much of a threat to the army. Therefore, they needed a new anti-vehicle weapon, ideally easy to manufacture, portable, concealable, with a broad strike range, and usable from behind cover.
The answer was—mortars.
All that was needed was a targeting device, the mortar tube, a tripod, and a baseplate. Built from the 82-style mortar as a model.
Six mortars, 24 players, ready for action.
Players naturally couldn’t calculate firing parameters just by raising a thumb like in the movies, so they prepared with laser rangefinders and GPS positioning devices under the guidance of experts, and left this work to the Stealth Department players.
The rear artillery position quickly received firing data from Coupons nearby.
"Distance, 472 meters, azimuth, 37 degrees east-northeast, high-explosive shells, six-round salvo!"
The mortar team leader players quickly calculated the firing parameters using trigonometry based on the angles and distances between the observers, targets, and mortars.
Then the gunner players adjusted the angle between the sight and the mortar.
As for who taught them, let’s just say there were too many bored individuals on the forum waiting for new game slots.
The assistant gunner, Ruxianruzhuo, received a shell loaded with propellant like receiving gold from the ammo player, slowly aligned the tail fin with the barrel, and could even smell the fresh paint.
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Seeing Huang Ban’s armored units about to disperse, Coupons hurriedly shouted to them,
The mortar team leader immediately gave the fire command.
Ruxianruzhuo and five other players simultaneously released their grips, the shell’s base striking the firing pin,
with a dull thump, the shell was propelled out the barrel by the expanding gases of the propellant, followed by the ammo player swiftly handing the next shell to the assistant gunner, who loaded it and fired, launching six salvos in rapid succession.
The Huang Ban convoy had no idea the players had prepared such a surprise for them in the city because those gangs had never dared to use such borderline weapons before.
After all, their main aim was to make money, not fight wars.
In contrast, the players fought wars to make money.
The shells traced a parabolic arc in the air, creating a death knell with their friction against the air.
This sound immediately drew the attention of the Huang Ban frontline commander skyward, but the shells traveled faster than he could turn his head.
The next second, thirty-six mortar shells rained down on the street like raindrops, enveloping the entire Huang Ban convoy in explosions. Two armored vehicles were directly hit, becoming a heap of scrap metal on the spot.