The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 287 Player Guerrilla Team Meets Local Guerrilla Team
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Upon hearing this, Colonel Yurten suddenly realized that Andrei's usual behavior did not seem like that of a nobleman.

He didn't put on airs in the army, nor did he show favoritism to aristocratic officers; instead, he was able to get along with everyone.

On the battlefield, he would lead the charge. Back in the city, he would not only have his family set up relief points and open granaries to distribute food, but he would also discuss with factory managers how to improve workers' treatment and the working environment.

These behaviors are indeed very different from their stereotypical image of a nobleman.

"Could it be that our general is actually an enlightened person, or even a revolutionary?"

At this point, several players' eyes suddenly lit up; they felt they might be about to uncover a hidden storyline.

While patrolling the streets, or rather, exploring, they had heard rumors about the Red Secret Society and even seen their wanted posters.

Could it be that Andrei is secretly in contact with these people?
Andrei was unaware that his image in the eyes of the players had suddenly become slightly more impressive, and some even began to speculate that he might have connections with the Red Secret Society.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously, since this wasn't the first or second time such a misunderstanding had occurred.

Just like one's own father, who doesn't even think he has any connection with the Tiangong Party next door.

To be honest, Andrei had never actually dealt with them, although he genuinely admired these heroes.

Located in the palace, Beria hurriedly entered the Tsar's study. As soon as he entered, he saw the Tsar's gloomy face.

Compared to the past, when the Tsar was known for smashing things when he was angry, this time he appeared strangely calm.

Feeling the growing sense of crisis, Beria wiped away his sweat, his nerves on edge.

"...Tell me your findings! Give me a proper report on your investigation!"

The Tsar first gave Beria a deep look, remained silent for a full half minute, and then spoke.

This moment of silence and stare made Beria feel as if he had walked on the edge of hell. If he was not careful, he might be dragged out and shot by the Tsar's order!

"Yes, Your Majesty, here are the results of our investigation..."

Beria quickly pulled out the documents and began to ramble on about the various details he had uncovered, but before he could finish speaking, the Tsar angrily clenched his fist.

"Enough! You know I don't want to hear this nonsense! Answer my question: Who is the mastermind behind this assassination attempt?"

"I don't need evidence, I just need you to provide me with an accurate identity!"

Beria wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his lips twitching slightly.

"...It's the Vorontsov family. This must be their elite commando unit, and they are very likely the personal guards of that young lieutenant general!"

Upon hearing this name, the Tsar frowned deeply.

Do you have any evidence to support this suspicion?

What the hell?

Didn't you say before that you only needed one suspect and no evidence?

Beria couldn't help but complain inwardly about the Tsar's fickleness, but he dared not show such thoughts on the surface.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we haven't found direct, conclusive evidence, but there are many clues pointing to them."

"For example, there are those small-caliber artillery pieces that we've never seen in the Black Hawk Army before. Only the Vorontsov family's troops have large quantities of those weapons. And their tactics are all very standard smoke-and-ghost tactics."

"In addition, the Vorontsov family had been buying large quantities of grain recently, and these grain merchants' actions had offended them greatly. Furthermore, there was their unscrupulous style of doing things—usually only military operations are carried out in such a high-profile manner."

At this point, the Tsar nodded.

With so many suspicious points pointing to the Vorontsov family, he was almost 90% certain that they were the ones who did it.

However, he now has a completely new question.

"Beria, why do you think they went to such great lengths in this operation?"

"If they only wanted to kill these grain merchants, they could easily do it by arranging one or two snipers, or even hire hitmen in the city."

"But they sent in dozens of commandos and a large amount of heavy weapons, which resulted in a near-horrific massacre, killing hundreds of nobles!"

"What are they trying to do? With that kind of power, they could easily assassinate me!"

Recalling the previous count of the number of machine guns and artillery the enemy possessed, the Tsar felt a chill run down his spine.

With so many machine guns and small artillery pieces, he could arm at least a battalion!
With such military power, if we were to attack his convoy while he was traveling, he would definitely not survive!
Even if his team had a mage advisor and the car itself was bulletproof, they couldn't possibly withstand the simultaneous firing of multiple small-caliber cannons without any preparation!
Thinking of this, the Tsar glared fiercely at Beria, his eyes filled with anger.

Belial is such a useless piece of trash. He hadn't really noticed it before, but after this incident, he really couldn't help but want to shoot this idiot!
I have no idea how this guy manages to keep an eye on Moscow, that he managed to get a bunch of thugs to bring in so many heavy weapons!

What will they bring in next time?

Could it be that they transported it in several batches, and eventually managed to assemble a Titan mech in Moscow?

Beria knew that he had seriously failed in his duty this time.

Although he felt wronged, he knew in his heart that the Tsar was furious.

The enemy has such an outrageous smuggling route that can bring in so many heavy weapons, yet he knows absolutely nothing about it!

To be honest, it's only because the other party didn't assassinate the Tsar this time, otherwise his head would have been blown off on the spot!

"Your Majesty, I'm wondering if they might be trying to demonstrate their power against you in this way?"

Beria's mind raced as he tried to prove he was still useful, so he immediately came up with a possibility and blurted it out.

"As you know, our recent actions against the Vorontsov family have been a bit too obvious. Whether it's the Second Prince or the previous appointment of the army commander, it's all clearly putting shackles on the Vorontsov family."

"Could they be... expressing their dissatisfaction in this way?"

At this point, Belial could hardly believe his own words, because he felt it was simply too outrageous!
Honestly, revealing such an exaggerated trump card just to intimidate and express one's displeasure is such a brainless act.
It's like a trump card; either you don't use it normally, or when you do, it should be a fatal blow!

Belial didn't know if it was because he was a spy that his way of thinking was different from those noble lords, but he knew for sure that he would never do such an abnormal thing!

After listening to Beria's words, the Tsar suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Heh, expressing dissatisfaction? The Vorontsov family is really something!"

"I never imagined they would have grown so powerful. Just over two years ago, old Constantine had only been promoted to Imperial General, and his son was just a notorious idiot!"

"They're really good at pretending; they only revealed their true colors at a time like this!"

The Tsar had been puzzled, unable to understand why Andrei, a brilliant general, acted like a fool in his daily life, not only hanging out with a bunch of pretentious literati but also wanting to be a poet all the time.

Now he understands. It turns out the other party was just biding their time!

The thought sent a chill down the Tsar's spine.

Because of this sudden outbreak of war, the Vorontsov family had to reveal their strength in order to resist the attack of the Black Hawk Empire's Northern Legion, thus avoiding being caught off guard.

If this war had not broken out, or had been delayed for a few more years, is it possible that the Vorontsov family would have already taken action against him first?

He has at least tens of thousands, or possibly more, elite private troops, equipped with a large amount of advanced weaponry, including light and heavy weapons, armored units, and an air force, which can almost form an independent system.

Add to that a capable and talented commander successor, and all of this combined, the opponent's strength could even rank among the second-tier powers in the European continent!
At the very least, he didn't think that so-called third-rate powers like the Sun and the Netherlands could rival the strength that the Vorontsov family was currently displaying. They even had Titan units!
The thought of his opponent hiding their strength and developing in secret for so long made him feel like he was being pounded by cold sweat all over his body.

Belial is such a useless piece of trash. He hasn't even noticed a single clue. He's utterly useless!
Beria was completely unaware that the Tsar had already sentenced him to death in his heart, but because the Tsar did not have a suitable candidate, he was not prepared to remove Beria immediately.

But he was no longer going to let this idiot continue to be his head of intelligence. This guy was busy arresting people all day long, but he didn't even discover the real, hidden cancer!
"Alright, from now on, you don't need to concern yourself with anything related to the Vorontsov family. I don't want you to do anything you shouldn't without my orders!"

The Tsar waved his hand and coldly said to Beria:

"Also, after you leave this study, forget everything you said before. Don't say anything you shouldn't say, and don't let me hear any rumors you shouldn't have!"

Faced with the Tsar's death stare, Beria quickly nodded repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I have a terrible memory. I guarantee that I will forget about this matter completely as soon as I leave the house, and I will not remember anything I shouldn't remember!"

"Well, I hope..."

The Tsar remained noncommittal, muttering something under his breath, but then suddenly seemed to remember something.

"By the way, investigate thoroughly. I need to know all of Moscow's smuggling channels, including exactly how those weapons and equipment were smuggled in!"

“Besides this channel, I suspect those rioters may have an even more hidden channel. We must find all of these channels!”

Beria was dumbfounded, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Despite his attempts to explain and ask the Tsar for more time, he ultimately agreed under Nicholas III's cold gaze.

If he said he couldn't do it, he had no doubt that His Majesty the Tsar would find someone else to do it!

After giving the order, the Tsar waved his hand, telling him to get out of there immediately.

As he left, Beria's mind was in turmoil. He didn't understand why the Tsar wanted him to investigate an additional channel.

Or rather, what made the Tsar think that the other side might have a more covert channel?
After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly understood.

Since the other party is only using this action as a demonstration, it means that even if this channel is lost, it should not have any fundamental impact on them.

Without a doubt, the other side must have a more covert channel to transport soldiers and weapons to Moscow!

"Strange, is someone thinking about me?"

Andrei suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered to himself with a hint of confusion.

He couldn't explain why, but he always felt like someone was talking about him behind his back.

"Could it be the old man?"

Thinking of his father, Andrei was certain that his actions here could not escape the eyes of others.

He knew that the players' actions were indeed rather crude, but he didn't care.

On the one hand, he didn't expect the players to come up with any elaborate plans. The players were here to fight, and simple and brutal tactics suited their style.

On the other hand, it was because Andrei was very clear that:
Even if the Tsar suspects that he was behind this, what can he do in the end?

Anyway, he didn't leave any decisive evidence. Even if the other party produced some things, they would only be baseless and untenable.

Could it be that the deaths of a few grain merchants and those parasitic nobles led them to wage war against them under such a formidable enemy?
If he had any sense at all, he wouldn't have broken ties with me at this time. After all, if something like this really happened, wouldn't he be afraid that the Vorontsov family would just turn around and surrender?
Thinking of Krasov who had surrendered earlier, Andrei's lips curled into a cold smile.

This guy's surrender has undoubtedly set a very bad precedent for the Cambrian Empire. After this surrender incident, who knows how many people in the Cambrian Empire are secretly plotting something.

However, he didn't care about such things. Although he didn't intend to follow the Tsar, he also had no interest in being a national traitor, so naturally he wouldn't go and surrender.

He was only concerned with the current battle situation and the damned food supplies—when would they finally arrive?

"If nothing unexpected happens, the old man should have already sent people in to buy grain. I believe they'll know what's good for them at a time like this..."

Although there was no communication with General Constantine, Andrei estimated that he had already seized this opportunity to launch an operation.

Whether General Constantine would be furious upon learning of this incident is another matter entirely.

Since none of his phone calls or telegrams had been sent, Andrei naturally pretended that nothing had happened.

He knew very well that General Constantine would not call or send a telegram to him at this time.

Telephone calls could be tapped, and telegrams could be leaked during transit, but this incident was absolutely not to be leaked.

Therefore, he estimated that even if the old man wanted to ask him about this matter in the future, he would definitely have to find a suitable opportunity and talk to him face to face.

"Safe houses in Moscow..."

Andrei glanced at the players' activities in Moscow and found that their mobilization capabilities were simply beyond imagination.

In just a short time, they had already purchased a number of properties in Moscow and started setting up resurrection points.

Although these respawn points are all located in relatively remote locations, none of them are near the Kremlin or any important location.

Even so, with the players' amazing ability to coordinate, these respawn points are enough to play a decisive role at crucial moments.

Of course, Andrei had also considered in his heart what he would do if war broke out with Moscow.

After much thought, he came up with a feasible route that would never be intercepted by the enemy—the subspace!

If he could find an opportunity to throw a psyker into Moscow and detonate, he could open a warp portal there.

Given Joan of Arc's and her Legion of a Thousand's capabilities, these Tzeentch Chosen could teleport to Moscow immediately and begin their operation.

The Thousand Sons Legion has now upgraded its equipment; they not only have powered armored soldiers, but they have even acquired two Demon Engine Titans!

Although Andrei always felt that these two things were rather abstract, that did not negate the formidable combat power of the two Titan units.

A Titan capable of teleporting anywhere is simply unstoppable; this thing is the truly terrifying weapon of mass destruction.

"By the way, Yelena, what's the Black Hawk Army's activity lately?"

Suddenly, Andrei thought of something and asked Yelena, who was standing not far from him.

In addition to her work as a medical nun, Yelena now also serves as Andrei's confidential secretary.

In any case, Andrei is now a lieutenant general and army commander, so it's perfectly normal for him to have a confidential secretary.

Moreover, the intensity of the war on his side is not that high at the moment, and the medical nuns are relatively free, so Andrei naturally used his power for personal gain and transferred her here.

"Things have calmed down for now, haven't they?"

As Yelena flipped through the compiled intelligence, she said to Andrei:
"In the previous attack, the Black Hawk troops suffered heavy losses, and they also encountered fierce resistance on the outskirts of Petrograd."

"Clearly, for them, engaging in street fighting in such a large city, especially against an army of hundreds of thousands, is not a wise choice." Yelena was meticulous, so she was able to quickly compile this intelligence.

Moreover, after fighting alongside Andrei in many battles, she also developed a certain analytical ability.

At the very least, her current military experience is already richer than that of most of the newly promoted commanders in the Cambrian army.

"Hehe, I really hope they can lead their troops into the city. Then they'll definitely experience what a meat grinder is like!"

Andrei chuckled coldly; he was no longer afraid of fighting the enemy in urban warfare.

Although he is currently the commander of the Volkhov Front, he can still quickly teleport players from the Petrograd respawn point if needed.

By relocating some citizens in advance and freeing up large areas of the city, players can quickly turn this place into a real meat grinder battlefield.

At that time, the level of street fighting in Stalingrad will definitely not be as brutal as the players' side!

Unfortunately, the Black Hawk Army had already engaged in street battles with the player in many towns and suffered extremely heavy losses.

Clearly, having learned from these lessons, they are no longer prepared to continue large-scale urban warfare.

"It doesn't matter. Since they don't want to fight, let's take the initiative! The initiative in war isn't so easily seized by them!"

Andrei tapped the table with his pen, making dots on the map as he spoke casually.

After this mission ended, Andrei immediately unlocked the use of these skins for all the players who participated in the mission, and at the same time officially put the Black Hawk Soldier skins on sale.

He then created several guerrilla warfare missions, allowing players to directly don the skins of these Black Hawk soldiers and participate in guerrilla warfare!
"Isn't it a bit too dangerous to send our soldiers deep behind enemy lines and wage guerrilla warfare against the enemy like this? And what about the defenses on Volkhov's side?"

Yelena asked in surprise when she heard Andrei say that.

"Don't worry, you have to trust our soldiers' abilities. I specially selected a group of soldiers with good camouflage skills this time."

Andrei grinned. His players not only had the Black Hawk soldier skin, but also had the language pack enabled. What else could this be but a good disguise?
They weren't going behind enemy lines to carry out any detailed missions; they were just conducting raids and harassment against the enemy.

This set, combined with the player's abilities, will definitely keep the Black Hawk Army up at night!
At this point, Andrei suddenly thought of the original garrison at Volkhov.

"Oh, by the way, arrange for a batch of military trains to withdraw the Volkhov Army Group, which was originally stationed here, back to Petrograd. Their situation is really too dire."

"They are no longer fit to fight; they need to rest!"

Recalling that when he was reorganizing the army, he also took the opportunity to count the remaining number of soldiers in the Volkhov Army Group, and he was immediately shocked by what he saw.

Although this army group was already quite undeserving of its name, by now, the number of soldiers in the entire army group who still retain combat capability should not exceed 2000.

Even if you include everyone who can hold a gun, the number of people they can fight would not exceed 5000, since Andrei did not include the laundry girls and cooks in the logistics team.

Now that things have come to this point, the most important thing is to get them to retreat.

After tallying their casualties, Andrei couldn't help but complain to Moscow:

How can they not evacuate an army group after suffering such losses? I wonder what Moscow is thinking.
He couldn't believe that Moscow's military strength was so strained that it couldn't even move a single troop here!

When Andrei's order for them to withdraw reached the army group, the remaining soldiers who could still pick up guns and fight were somewhat excited.

Several officers ran over together, demanding to see Andrei, and shouted outside the office:
"Sir, you shouldn't transfer us. We know this city and all the terrain. We can still fight!"

"Damn those Black Hawk devils have been attacking us, but we've held them off. Now that reinforcements have arrived, we're even less likely to back down!"

Andrei walked out of the office and glanced at the officers, some of whom were covered in dust and even some of their wounds.

Despite their disheveled appearance, they all saluted in unison upon seeing Andrei.

They knew that if it weren't for this general coming to their aid, they would probably have been completely annihilated by the enemy.

Andrei sighed, saluted the group, and then said:
“I understand how you feel, but your withdrawal now is not desertion. On the contrary, you are now a valuable asset.”

“You have fought so hard against the Black Hawk Army for so long, I need you to tell everyone in Petrograd about your heroic deeds, and I need you to teach the new recruits who are training us in the future how to fight.”

"Believe me, the Volkhov Army Group will not perish; it will only grow stronger. You are the seeds of this glorious force, and you now need to help the army group take root and sprout again!"

Seeing that they seemed reluctant to leave, Andrei patted them on the shoulder and said:

"In that case, once you return and have retrained an entire army, I will allow you to rejoin the battlefield here."

"As you can see, I only have one army unit right now, which is no different from being a commander without troops, so I really need you!"

Only after the general repeatedly assured them that they would return to continue fighting did the officers agree to retreat.

After they left, Andrei couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, they were all resilient warriors, but unfortunately they didn't have a good monarch or a good command."

If the Tsar and the current command were truly more reliable, their entire army group wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.

Judging from their current state, these soldiers have clearly been abandoned as cannon fodder.

At this moment, within the Black Hawk Army, several frontline commanders were reporting back to the rear about the massive offensive that had just taken place.

Overall, they felt the offensive was a losing proposition.

Although they successfully reached the outskirts of Petrograd, greatly boosting morale and even seizing a considerable amount of treasure, they also lost many soldiers in the process.

If they continue with this strategy, even if they manage to capture Petrograd in the end, it will likely result in mutual destruction, which is something they absolutely cannot accept.

Therefore, they reported the battle situation here to the General Staff, hoping that the rear could reassess the battle.

Not long after, Emperor Black Hawk personally signed the order and issued the instructions:
"Surround! We don't need to attack, we just need to surround the city!"

"It won't be long before the city's massive population drags them down, and the harsh winter that will arrive in a few months will bring utter destruction to the city!"

"All we need to do is gather a large army, watch this city die quietly, and then destroy it. That will be enough!"

The Black Hawk Emperor has no intention of keeping the city, because according to their plan, there is no real need to preserve it.

Petrograd was one of the Cambrian Empire's important industrial bases, as well as a city with a long history, and even served as the empire's capital for a long period of time.

But the Black Hawk Command has no use for this place; it's too far north.

They don't lack this industrial base, nor do they need so many people, so they plan to use starvation and constant bombing to completely destroy the city and exterminate them!
Once this city falls, the Cambrian Empire's will to resist will likely also fall.

According to the Black Hawk Command's planned strategy, by the time this place is destroyed, Moscow should also be destroyed.

After receiving orders, Black Hawk Down began to reorganize its northern front.

While withdrawing a large number of armored troops to the east, they began further preparations to attack the transportation hubs of Schlüsselburg and Volkhov.

On the other hand, they concentrated a large number of artillery units, preparing to launch a fierce bombardment of the city using artillery and air force units!
But just as they were about to take action, many player squads dispatched by Andrei launched their own operation first.

"Hurry up! Get over there quickly, stop dawdling, there are a bunch of people waiting behind you!"

At a checkpoint, several Black Hawk soldiers shouted at the trucks parked there.

According to procedure, they should have thoroughly inspected the cargo in these vehicles and exchanged passwords with the soldiers.

However, in order to transfer a large number of armored units and to mobilize more troops here, their transport capacity has been fully booked.

A large number of vehicles were stuck on the highway, and a group of irritable guys were busy honking their horns, which annoyed the sentry to no end.

Therefore, they simply glance at the contents of the vehicle, let the soldiers report what's inside, and then let it pass.

Regardless of whether it's safe or not, it's at least efficient enough, otherwise their transportation mission simply couldn't be completed.

After the convoy left, the players who were driving were completely bewildered.

"Wait, what's going on? This game is so rudimentary! They didn't even bother to check the slogan?"

One player nudged his teammate next to him, finding it all rather unbelievable.

They had noticed the chaos here, so they secretly stole a few trucks from the garage and came here to take advantage of the situation.

Their idea was that, given the opportunity, they could haul more goods out of the enemy's warehouse.

If they don't have the means, they can simply launch a direct assault on the warehouse. After all, they brought a whole truckload of people with them, and two of them were carrying battle flags, so they weren't afraid of a war of attrition with the enemy.

However, these checkpoints seemed to be blind to their own words, and none of them checked their slogans.

Upon hearing their fluent Black Hawk English, the group immediately let them pass, without even needing to use the cigarettes and cash they had prepared as bribes.

Not long after, the players who had taken away several truckloads of supplies quickly turned around and drove the vehicles onto another side road.

Some soldiers noticed their direction and seemed puzzled, wondering why they weren't taking the main road ahead.

"Dude, the main road ahead is too congested. Let's take a detour from the side; it'll actually be faster in the end!"

Upon hearing this, the soldier who had asked the question shrugged and then reminded them:
"Alright, but be careful, I remember there might be guerrillas in the woods over there!"

The players were delighted.

They themselves are guerrillas, yet now the enemy is reminding them to be careful of nearby guerrillas?
"Don't worry, we have a truckload of soldiers. What guerrilla force could possibly defeat us?"

After driving away, the players became increasingly reckless on the secluded side road.

"Haha, I never expected our skin to be so useful. After all that tinkering, they didn't even notice!"

"Hehe, we've struck it rich! We've transported several truckloads of flour over. I wonder how many merit points we'll get in the end?"

In addition to killing the enemy, the guerrilla missions issued by Andrei also rewarded those who captured supplies.

He didn't really ask the players to capture enemy weapons and ammunition, because the players had plenty of those things, and even if his other troops did, they wouldn't use enemy weapons.

He's not that short of weapons. If he were to switch weapons with the enemy, how would he get ammunition from logistics? Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

However, he has always been short of food, and the food reserves here are in a very dangerous state, whether in Petrograd or Volkhov.

So Andrei set clear prices for these food items, offering them high prices to encourage players to help them steal more food from the enemy.

But just as the players let their guard down, their car suddenly got a flat tire!
The huge tremor startled them. When they jumped out of the car to check, they found that the tires of the truck in front of them had been punctured by nails!

"Holy crap! Who dared to slash my car? It's a brand new car!"

Upon seeing the truck with its tires completely destroyed, the player was immediately enraged.

This thing is a truck they captured from the enemy; they can't exchange it for themselves. It's a rare, out-of-print piece of equipment!

He was planning to sell the car for a good price later!
Just as he was about to take a wrench to fix the car, he suddenly picked up a submachine gun and looked around warily.

Because he noticed that a large group of people were approaching.

"Wait, don't shoot! These people have friendly fire markings on them, they look like they're on our side!"

His companions quickly stopped him. Looking at the dots representing friendly units on the minimap, they suddenly realized that this might be a misunderstanding.

Perhaps because the players had a large number of players and were equipped with all kinds of weapons, the people hiding in the surrounding woods gradually moved closer to this side, but none of them dared to rush out of the woods.

They could see clearly that the truck was fully equipped with heavy machine guns, and a bunch of soldiers jumped out of it.

If they were to rush out, they didn't know how much supplies they could intercept from the trucks, but they knew they would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

But just then, an enemy soldier suddenly shouted in their direction:
"Brother, don't be impulsive. We're all on the same side as the Cambrian Empire. We're guerrillas too!"

Emperor Frozen Pear, who was temporarily appointed as the captain, immediately guessed the situation here. It must be that a guerrilla team had come to ambush them.

If they were regular troops, they would have withdrawn from this area long ago. Even if there were any scattered troops left behind, they would likely have used landmines instead of nails.

Seeing that the people in the woods didn't seem to believe him, Emperor Frozen Pear took something out of his pocket and threw it into the woods.

"See this? This is my identification. We are soldiers under General Vorontsov!"

It was also thanks to the fact that he remembered to switch his language pack when he was speaking that he didn't shout out any Blackhawk language.

Upon hearing Vorontsov's name, the man hiding in the woods picked up a small tube, pulled out a piece of paper, and found that it matched the description given by the soldier.

This small tube was essentially a dog tag for Cambrian soldiers. They would carry it on their person or hang it around their neck, and the paper inside proved their identity.

"...They seem to actually be on our side. Should I go out and take a look?"

The guerrillas hiding in the woods looked at each other, and one of them said to his companion.

"No! Antonov, this is far too dangerous!"

"Don't worry, I'll just go out and take a look. If anything seems wrong, you guys start shooting immediately. Don't worry about me."

After saying this, the guerrilla fighter emerged from behind the tree, throwing down his double-barreled shotgun as he waved and said:
"Hey, don't fire! Everyone put down your weapons! Turns out we're all on the same side!"

The players put down their weapons and looked at the guerrillas emerging from the woods with shining eyes.

Since these guys are friendly units, what does that mean? It clearly means that an NPC who's giving out quests has come knocking on our door!

They might even get intelligence or side quests from these NPCs.

After exchanging a few words, the player quickly became friends with Antonov.

As he made a few hand gestures, the guerrillas in the woods emerged one after another, looked at the players before them, and couldn't help but nod and say:

"You're all great lads, truly worthy of being Vorontsov's soldiers! By the way, what brings you here?"

The players exchanged glances and smiled.

See that? A quest is about to be issued by an NPC!

(End of this chapter)