Chapter 117 Day 13
[2 days left to stop Nazi Invasion]
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As the thirteenth day dawned, there were less than 48 hours remaining before the round's conclusion. That morning, the tranquility of the farm was disrupted by the arrival of three trucks, each bearing the emblem of the US military—a welcome sight for the weary survivors.
Sergeant Dylan, the designated liaison between the military and the survivors, stepped out of one of the trucks. The purpose of his visit was to collect the freshly harvested potatoes, which would serve as the last batch of food before the impending final showdown of the round.
Bill, accompanied by the two Russian farmers stepped forward, beaming with pride. "There are 11,200 portions of potatoes in total," he announced, revealing the impressive yield they had managed to gather throughout the night.
To Alan's pleasant surprise, with the assistance of the two Igor and Andrei, the group had exceeded his expectations by producing 10% more than the originally agreed-upon amount. In exchange for the 10,000 portions of potatoes, they were due to receive 50,000 survival points, which would provide a substantial boost to their resources. The surplus portions of potatoes, along with the remaining inventory of armor, weapons, and medical gauze, were retained for the militia's use.
Sergeant Dylan couldn't help but express his admiration for the group's accomplishments. "The things that you could do with only 60 players are astounding, Alan," he remarked, clearly impressed by their resilience and resourcefulness.
Dylan had also heard of the militia's recent success in conducting multiple skirmish raids, and he expressed his hope that they would all gather for the final battle plan to retake the town. Alan assured him, "We will be there," confirming their commitment to the upcoming operation.
After the military convoy had departed, Alan found himself standing in the farm's yard with all 60 players gathered, their bags packed, and extra supplies neatly stowed in the armored vehicles. It was time for them to leave the safety of the farm behind, as both the fighting and support teams readied themselves for the grueling 48 hours that lay ahead.
Alan, determined to boost their spirits, rallied the group with a resounding declaration. "Let's end this round with a blast!"
Without missing a beat, Vicky chimed in enthusiastically, shouting, "Wolverines!" Her spirited cry was echoed by every member of the group.
"WOLVERINES! WOLVERINES!!"
The procession began, with all 60 players marching alongside the armored cars. Their destination: the outskirts of Calumet town, where they hoped to engage more Nazi patrols.
With an additional 20 players in the mix, Alan strategically divided them into two support teams, each assigned to one of the main fighting units. Their roles were clear: provide crucial support, whether in the form of medical aid, scouting, or preparing defensive positions such as trenches or barricades when required. Engagement in combat was to be avoided unless it was deemed entirely safe.
Alan recognized that not all of these 20 players possessed the combat mentality or experience needed for the front lines. Forcing them into battle would likely diminish the overall fighting effectiveness of the group. However, these eager newcomers were prepared for their first taste of battle, emboldened by the confidence and camaraderie of the seasoned 40 who had already proven their mettle. They stood ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.
Alan initiated their mission by selecting a relatively straightforward patrol, one comprising fewer than 100 Nazi soldiers. This choice served as a warm-up exercise, allowing the team to ease into their combat rhythm and shake off any lingering nerves. As they smoothly dispatched this initial group, their skills sharpened, and their cohesion as a fighting unit solidified.
Following this successful warm-up, Alan led the team into a medium-scale patrol engagement. This decision aimed to boost their confidence further, challenging them to handle a larger and more formidable group of enemy forces.
As the afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the determined faces of the team, Alan believed the moment had come. He had been eyeing a particular target during his constant night activities, and now it was time to discuss it with the group.
The objective was a Nazi outpost, a formidable fire station building nestled three blocks deep into the heart of the town. It housed over 300 Nazi soldiers, a formidable force in its own right, but what was even more daunting was the presence of at least 5 SS elites accompanying them. As Alan explained the intricacies of the target and the perilous situation surrounding it, a hushed silence fell over the group. Even Merle, the battle-hardened veteran, couldn't hide his reservations.
"I appreciate your confidence, Alan," Merle began, his voice tinged with caution, "but I have to say that this objective might be too much for the Wolverines." The unease was palpable among the team, but Alan's determined gaze suggested he had a plan in mind.
The Crimson Gunner harbored deep reservations about the mission. To him, the number of soldiers inside the outpost, totaling 300, was only the tip of the iceberg. The thought of the inevitable Nazi reinforcements will be the real problem, and he couldn't even fathom how they could reach the outpost's location three blocks deep into enemy territory without confronting a seemingly insurmountable horde of enemy forces.
In Merle's eyes, even the formidable Black Sand Group or the elite US Special Forces would struggle with such a daunting task. The Blood Patriots, with their sheer numbers, might have be able to do it, albeit with heavy casualties. He believed It was precisely because of these challenges that the outpost remained unattacked until now.
However, Alan didn't propose this target lightly. He began to systematically address each concern raised by Merle and the others, instilling a sense of positivity and determination in the group. He fixed his gaze on the Crimson Gunner and posed the critical question,
"So, Merle, what do you think? Can we do it?"
Merle's response, a chuckle of excitement and resolve, reverberated through the ranks. "Huh! We should have done this kind of mission more often!" he exclaimed, igniting the spirits of all 60 players of the Wolverines as they readied themselves for their final raid before the impending battle.
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