Top Warzone Analyst Chapter 27

The Second Military charged into the UFU’s camp as if it were an undefended land.

NPCs roamed idly everywhere, and supply crates were scattered randomly across the streets – practically piles of points drifting before their eyes, raining down like golden coins, leaving them dazed and disoriented.

At first, the group cautiously stuck together, their voices tinged with both excitement and wariness.

“Is UFU really this underwhelming this time? Have they given up? Could it be a trap?”

“They didn’t even organize their supplies, and the gates are unguarded. This creepy strategy is starting to freak me out.”

“Come on, we’re already deep in their territory. If we keep worrying like this, we’re just being cowards. Are we still the fearless Second Military?”

The formation held for less than five minutes before the temptation became too much to resist. Using the five-zone area as their main range of activity, they gradually spread out, weaving through the streets and alleys to harvest supplies.

Even so, still no soldiers from UFU came to stop them.

While it was a great joy that the opponent remained as silent as the dead, this was far too unusual – so unusual that the commander of the Second Military felt an inexplicable surge of dread for no reason.

He patched through to the other two allied forces and asked, “How’s the situation on First Route?”

The moment the call connected, he already knew the answer.

Just the background noise alone – a roaring blast so intense it rattled the eardrums -was enough to paint a vivid picture of the fierce battle unfolding.

The First Military commander said tactfully, “Things are still pretty intense over here.”

The UMU commander cursed loudly, “Bullshit!”

Through the constant skirmishes, he gradually noticed something off.

Whenever an UMU uniform appeared nearby, it was visibly obvious that UFU’s gunfire would immediately shift to concentrate on them. This resulted in the UMU’s casualties being several times higher than those of the First Military.

No fewer than ten First Military soldiers had already crossed the line of fire and entered the city, while so far, not a single UMU soldier had managed to break through.

The UMU commander told himself to keep his temper in check, but today’s consecutive setbacks and the blatantly unfair treatment left him unable to calm down.

He could only roar furiously, “Intense, my ass! Why is UFU only targeting us?!”

The First Military commander said, “Maybe it’s because you guys just offended them.”

The UMU commander was now feeling pretty irritated with his own ally as well, and responded gruffly, “Who offended who? They sniped our commander directly and didn’t even take a single casualty!”

“Calm down!” The Second Military commander, observing from the sidelines, suddenly displayed unusual shrewdness. “This is obviously an attempt to sow discord among our alliance. Our partnership was already flimsy to begin with, so let’s try to be more tolerant of each other.”

He speculated that this was also the reason UFU had chosen to abandon the five-zone area.

First, they simply didn’t have enough manpower. Second, they wanted to use differential treatment to intensify the conflicts among the three sides.

At the same time, he realized a rule he had nearly overlooked: clearing NPCs and supplies would only deduct points from UFU, but it wouldn’t add any points to the Second Military’s score.

The First Military was currently in a favorable position, their points surely skyrocketing. They, too, needed to hurry up and secure kills to rack up points.

Just as the Second Military commander was about to issue an order to change tactics and prioritize killing UFU soldiers, before he could even settle on the right wording, a chaotic uproar erupted in his earpiece. “Commander! Our base has been stolen! Damn it! The Mobile University has broken in! There’s a ton of them! Looks like they’re at full strength!”

The Second Military commander’s heart clenched. He shouted, “Gather! Everyone, assemble immediately!”

But before the troops could even begin to regroup, the sound of gunfire rang out one after another from all around.

The previously missing UFU soldiers suddenly emerged like ghosts, lurking in hiding spots along every street, launching attacks on the exposed Second Military forces.

The Second Military commander felt as if even the wind carried bullets flying toward him. With a yell, he ducked and dove behind a telephone pole by the roadside. Catching his breath, he warned his men to halt their advance and stay alert for ambushes.

He was just about to guide his team away from danger using the map when his ears twitched at the roar of an engine rapidly approaching from some unknown distance.

One second.

Two seconds.

A black motorcycle sped across their field of vision, swerving into their street at a perilous angle. Sparks faintly flickered as the tires scraped against the road, carving a sharp, erratic curve through the air.

The bike tilted, seemingly on the verge of crashing, only to be forcefully righted again.

The Second Military commander raised his gun, but before he could even lock onto his target, two bullets came flying in succession.

One grazed his face, and the other struck his shoulder.

A nearby soldier rushed over, using his body to shield the commander as he covered his retreat.

The commander crouched on the ground, scrambling backward with his legs, hastily hiding inside a shop by the street. Two more soldiers followed him in, setting up their rifles at the window to protect him.

If the Second Military were to lose another commander – and to the same person at that – they might as well throw away all dignity. Might as well pick a good day and jump off a rooftop hand in hand with UMU.

The motorcycle continued to race back and forth along the street.

Cheng Feng stood on the rear seat of the motorcycle, looking so thin it seemed like a gust of wind could blow her over at any moment. Yet her feet were firmly hooked onto the base, keeping her upper body remarkably steady. With a rifle slung over her shoulder and an air of untouchable arrogance, she shouted against the wind, “You think you can just come and go as you please? Once you’re on our turf, don’t you think you should ask if we approve?”

Through the shattered glass window, the Second Military commander observed the figure outside, startled by the decisive precision of those two shots, and dared not recklessly show herself.

Seeing that the opposing side wasn’t responding, Number One eagerly complimented, “Sis, your aim is amazing! Want me to slow down a bit?”

Cheng Feng patted him on the shoulder, satisfied with his lightning speed, and said, “No need, just try to keep a steady pace.”

“Sis, you’re so stable!” Number One’s flattery grew more practiced, blurting out without thinking, “I heard a chicken’s head is super stable too!”

Cheng Feng: “…??”

Number Four, having finally had enough of these guys, seized the opportunity without giving Number One any chance to backtrack and bellowed in his deep voice, “How awful, oh my god! What kind of person says that?! All I do is care about Sister, not compare her to a chicken head!”

The voice was so loud that it carried across the entire mini-map without needing a communicator. Cheng Feng already knew he was hiding on the east side of the second floor of the building directly across the street. The Second Military’s guys now knew it too.

The Second Military commander, pressing down on his disabled left hand, asked sincerely, “Did UFU recruit a bunch of lunatics this year or what?”

A nearby soldier said dryly, “Hard to say. Don’t they say all geniuses have a screw loose?”

“Well, going by that logic… do I look like I have a screw loose?”

“If you’re talking about narcissism, then yeah, you kinda do.”

“Get the hell out of here!”

The Second Military commander gritted his teeth and spoke into the channel, “We can’t make it back for now. Do your best to hold them off over there.”

“Can’t hold them off, Commander. They’re completely unhinged over here! Firing indiscriminately – looks like a bunch of desperados! All of them are crazy. Who the hell can handle this?”

The Mobile University was running rampant in the Second Military’s camp, causing havoc.

They already had the advantage in numbers, and their front-line soldiers charged forward with reckless abandon, seemingly unafraid of death, allowing their teammates behind to step over their bodies and advance. It was as if they had practically hung up a banner declaring, “A one-for-one trade is already a win.”

They knew that the opportunity for the four major factions to wear each other down in a mutual standoff would not come again – every second was precious. Once UFU fell, they would undoubtedly be next.

Before that happened, the outcome they could shape on the battlefield would determine the direction of the entire match.

This was the closest the Mobile University had ever come to victory, and their hunger for success had forged an unprecedented unity among them.

With the Second Military’s commander not present at the base and the Mobile University’s attack coming so abruptly, for a moment, the situation in the Second Military’s camp turned into a one-sided rout.

Fifteen minutes later, the name of the UFU camp turned red, indicating that their city defense points were nearing their limit and the instance was about to conclude.

The Second Military commander, still unable to break out of the encirclement, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Though he didn’t know their exact score, UFU’s chances for a fourth consecutive championship were likely dashed, which at least eased some of the pressure on him.

However, he soon came to understand the meaning of “what goes around comes around.”

Five minutes later, the name of UMU and the Second Military also turned red.

The entire city looked as if a plague of locusts had swept through – debris and bodies littered everywhere.

The soldiers of Mobile University received the news and erupted in cheers, storming out of the Second Military’s camp like victorious bandits. Half of them returned to their own base to defend it, while the other half pushed forward to attack the neighboring UMU.

The Second Military troops were seething with pent-up rage, murderous intent radiating from every pore, itching to lock in an endless, bloody battle with the Mobile University forces.

But their commander’s mind remained clear. His tone, too, had become eerily calm as he encouraged them. “There’s still a chance! Don’t give up, brothers! Follow them to the UMU camp, stock up on supplies, get a few kills, and we can still fight back! Don’t forget, UFU’s comebacks happened just like this!”

Hearing this, the soldiers found it made a certain kind of sense. They promptly grabbed their guns, trailing behind the Mobile University troops as they all charged together toward the UMU’s camp.

Although the UMU camp had its own defenders and knew that the Second Military and Mobile University were locked in a fierce battle next door, they had been laughing it off just a moment ago, indifferent to the chaos. In the blink of an eye, the flames of war had spread to their own doorstep.

A three-way brawl was far more complicated than a two-sided confrontation. Moreover, the Second Military, driven by a need for catharsis, transferred all their pent-up resentment onto the UMU They attacked with a ferocity as if facing their mortal enemies. Combined with the Mobile University’s “suicide squad,” they unleashed an unstoppable force of destruction.

The UMU soldiers cursed as they relayed the situation to their commander, urging him to abandon UFU immediately and return to take control of the situation.

“Those bastards can’t be trusted – they’re actually here in our camp farming points! The Second Military has basically gone all out. Should we just sweep through their base and send them packing?”

“You want to go down with the Second Military? I don’t think it’s worth it! Why should we? They don’t deserve it!”

“Commander, you’ve been played! I think the First Military is just as shady. Watch out -they might turn on us first and sweep all four factions. Right now, they’re the strongest ones on the field!”

The UMU had already been specifically targeted by UFU on First Route, with over half of their fifty-member squad lost. Now, learning that their base had been ambushed by their own allies and bombarded with a flood of negativity, their morale completely collapsed. Signaling their teammates to halt their attack, they roared furiously, “Damn it! What’s everyone’s problem? Do you all think we are easy pushovers?!”

The First Military commander had been listening to his incessant grumbling the whole time and finally lost his temper. “What does this have to do with us? Did you just find out today what the Second Military is really like? Aim your gun properly! Stop shooting blindly!”

No sooner had he spoken than a report came through his earpiece from a scout.

“Commander, a few UMU soldiers have been lurking around our camp. They look hostile.”

“UMU is on its last legs. We need to watch out for them turning on us.”

“The First Military has a huge advantage right now! Let’s focus on taking out one faction first to prevent them from regrouping!”

Just as the First Military commander was about to demand an explanation from his ally, several soldiers in Second Military uniforms burst out from the city. They joined forces with UFU’s troops, raised their guns, and aimed straight at them.

The UMU commander sneered. “Nice, so the two red-name factions have joined forces now?”

“A wise man submits to circumstances. What I don’t get is why you’re still working with the First Military. Aren’t you afraid they’ll stab you in the back?” Number One, now in different attire, grinned cheekily as he taunted. “Get a clue, buddy!”

The already fragile alliance between the First Military and UMU finally shattered completely under the weight of suspicion.

The UFU commander raised his voice, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “UMU, are you stupid? Take a look at your current situation – you’re next in line to go red! And you’re still wasting your strength fighting us? Do you really want to hand the championship to the First Military on a silver platter? Since when did you become so fond of working for someone else’s gain?”

Number One passionately shouted slogans to stir up the crowd. “Proletariat of the world, unite! The red names need solidarity!”

The First Military commander sensed a shift in the situation, alarms blaring in his mind. He clenched his fists and realized his palms were slick with sweat. The two seconds of silence on the public channel reeked of trouble. Almost simultaneously with the UMU commander, he shouted, “Retreat!”

“Brothers, take out the First Military first!”

The tide of battle had abruptly turned. The spearhead now pointed straight at the First Military University.