26: Chapter 26 The Great Battle Is Imminent

At this moment, Yang Gao arrived at the factory.

"Brothers, everyone stop for a moment, I have something to say."

The players laid down their work one after another and looked at Yang Gao.

Yang Gao took out the SPC template for the Leman Russ Tank and said proudly: "This is the most advanced tank! Build them like your lives depend on it, and let these bugs see our firepower!"

Just then, a player spoke up: "I have a question, where are we supposed to find these materials?"

A dead silence fell over the scene.

"Oh, isn't that simple? Just dig and harvest them on the spot! Brothers, divide up the work!"

"I'm speechless, we have to craft our own equipment even in a game."

A group of players formed a construction team and set off to gather supplies and mine ore to provide raw materials for the production of the Leman Russ Tank.

"Brothers, we only have two or three months, so let's push hard and strive to be self-sufficient in bullets and weapons!" Yang Gao served up another round of "toxic chicken soup," cramming it down the players' throats.

After this speech, the players' morale soared.

Leman Russ Tank after Leman Russ Tank were produced, and artillery shells sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Yang Gao, seeing the players working so hard, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—next, he had to arrange the battlefield troop deployment.

A total of 300,000 players had come this time, a scale comparable to the forces of three war zones, but they were lacking in weapons.

This was also the reason he had the players produce their own weapons; after all, he couldn't just conjure them out of thin air.

"Old Li, find a few brothers to go dig trenches."

"Wait, Brother Gao, we have to dig the trenches too?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Many players complained: "Not only do we have to produce ammunition and weapons, we also have to dig trenches? Are they treating us like beasts of burden? I'm a beast of burden at work, and a beast of burden while playing a game; didn't I play this game for nothing?"

The "clack-clack" sound of shovels echoed continuously in their ears as rows of trenches were dug, eventually forming a precise network.

"I'm exhausted."

"Brother Gao, why aren't you digging?"

"Because I have a more important job."

"What is it?"

"Supervisor."

When the surrounding players heard these two words, they instantly looked at Yang Gao with "cannibalistic" eyes.

"No way, I could do that job too!"

"Exactly, I came here to play a game, not to work!"

Just as the players were filled with righteous indignation and were about to swarm and beat up Yang Gao, someone shouted: "Look quickly, what is that?"

Countless egg-shaped objects broke through the atmosphere and slammed into the ground, emitting a series of "bang-bang" sounds.

"The Tyranids are here! Notify the brothers, grab your weapons and get into the trenches!"

"Is this a laser gun? Brother, don't move, let me test what it feels like to shoot you with it."

"Brother, stop messing around! I just created this account today, I haven't adjusted the pain sensitivity yet, wait for me to adjust it."

"Brothers, I have to say something—lower your pain sensitivity to the minimum!"

"Got it, got it!"

The players held their breath, clutching their laser guns, watching the flying sand and dust ahead vigilantly.

Leman Russ Tanks were ready in the rear, and countless anti-aircraft guns rose from the ground, vigilantly aiming at the sky; the guards responsible for defending the anti-aircraft guns also stared closely at the sand and the surroundings.

The workers in the factory were working at full capacity to produce ammunition to support the players on the front line.

The great war was imminent. A "rustling" sound came from the distance, like waves passing by, moving from far to near...