This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 331.3: Conquering West Continent City

In addition to giving his approval with a nod, Chu Guang also instructed his logistics officer to provide the daring team with an extra offensive hand grenade.

At the same time, the 300 players from the Death Corps received a mission to eliminate remaining enemies.

The expansion pack was about to enter the points settlement phase within 24 hours, and that was their final opportunity to earn points.

The players who received the mission were excited and ready to go, while those who didn't wore their envy on their faces.

"Damn it! We're foot soldiers too, why aren't we going?"

"Yeah! This is not fair!"

"There must be some shady pay-to-win trading going on behind the scenes!"

"Get lost! What do you mean by pay-to-win trading? It's about letting the pros handle it! Do you guys even know anything?" Eye Owe Money said with a smirk, already carrying a flamethrower borrowed from the Jungle Corps.

Walking to the front of the group, Sideline Slacking yelled, "Brothers, switch to submachine guns and shotguns. Those with bayonets, get your bayonets ready, and those without, make sure to bring your shovels. Get ready to go into the tunnels!"

The players from the Death Corps let out excited cheers.

"Awoooo!"

Watching their immense enthusiasm for fighting in a life-or-death urban battle, the surrendered marauders, who were armed with submachine guns and ready to take the lead, couldn't help but gulp nervously.

Are these people crazy?

"Let them handle the problem here, we'll continue our advance." After assigning several NPCs to supervise the attack from the Second Corps, Chu Guang waved his hand, leading the main force to continue moving deeper into the city.

The temporary internment area for prisoners of war was set up on the old site of the Citizen Square in the southern part of the 4th New District.

Here, there was a large open space with no obstacles for cover. The theater on the north side of the square had a good field of vision, and 1 machine gun was enough to cover the entire square.

Throughout the night, prisoners of war were continuously brought over.

Their casualties weren't too severe; aside from a few who fought to the death, many were captured while fleeing to the north, either by guerrillas or by surrendering with their officers in an organized manner.

At first, Rock Fang had them tied up with ropes.

Later, when there were too many people, there weren't enough ropes, so they simply stripped off their animal-skin jackets, tore them into leather strips, and used them as makeshift ropes and bandages.

The weather in May wasn't too harsh, but if it had been a few months earlier, many might have frozen to death.

By dawn, the entire square was crowded with people squatting down, almost filling the entire open space.

Rock Fang and his subordinates, armed and vigilant, stood around the square, 10 of them formed a group, watching the prisoners of war who were huddled with their heads down.

Stealing glances at those traitors with white cloth wrapped around their arms, the captives, who looked like goblins, all had a glint of hatred in their eyes.

But when they saw the soldiers of the New Alliance, all that hatred turned into fear and dread.

They were genuinely terrified!

"... Respected and supreme Administrator, your most loyal servant, Rock Fang, humbly welcomes your arrival!" Seeing the exoframe at the front of the group, Rock Fang immediately recognized Chu Guang's identity and quickly put on an ingratiating smile, approaching him voluntarily.

Chu Guang looked at the sea of people on the square and asked, "How many prisoners are here?"

"21,708 people!" Rock Fang immediately replied.

"Are you sure about this number?"

"Well, approximately... It might be off by a hundred or two." Rock Fang replied nervously, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Chu Guang smiled faintly, not really pressing him further. In fact, he had already sent a hummingbird drone to count the numbers in the square, which totaled 21,573 people. There was some discrepancy in the count, but it wasn't significant.

These prisoners of war were partly from the direct lineage of the Fang Clan and partly from various provinces in the east or the Bugra Free State. Chu Guang had no intention of releasing them until they had atoned for their sins.

"So many people gathered here are a potential danger. I suggest we transport them in batches to Bluestone County for supervision," Liu Ding advised in a low voice as he approached Chu Guang.

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said, "Bluestone County's prisoner-of-war camp probably can't accommodate this many people. We initially expected between 8,000 to 10,000 prisoners, so we didn't build that many houses."

The number of captives far exceeded his expectations. Chu Guang hadn't anticipated that these people would surrender so quickly without putting up any substantial resistance.

Liu Ding's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty as he continued, "Then should we..."

Standing nearby, Rock Fang was frightened and didn't dare to make a sound. He simply stood there while shivering in terror.

Chu Guang shook his head gently. "There's no need. Bluestone County's mines need labor, and Daybreak City needs people. Send a portion of them to Bluestone County, and the rest can stay here and build their own prisoner-of-war camp."

While having so many captives was indeed a hidden danger, it also presented an opportunity. If Chu Guang wanted to surpass the wasteland forces that had been developing for over a century, he couldn't be too cautious.

Chu Guang then looked at Rock Fang and said, "Besides these prisoners, what about the slaves you captured? And those craftsmen who were helping you make weapons, where are they now?"

Rock Fang nervously replied, "Those slaves and craftsmen are scattered in the jails of the 4th New District... I've arranged for people to watch over them."

"How many of them are there?" Chu Guang asked.

Rock Fang hesitated, obviously not having had time to count. "Approximately... A little over 10,000?"

"?" Liu Ding was taken aback and frowned. "How can there be so many?"

Rock Fang nervously closed his mouth and didn't dare to speak.

In fact, during their heyday, they had nearly 50,000 captives and 35,000 marauders. However, they later encountered famine, rat infestations, diseases, stagnation in warfare, and failed attempts at cultivating farmland, which resulted in many slaves dying. It was because of those reasons that they had so few left.

"Hope Town has more than 5,000... with over 10,000 slaves here... If we give them all resident status, our food reserves may face a significant burden." The accompanying logistics officer whispered.

Chu Guang remained silent for a moment. "It's the end of May now. We should be able to support them until the wheat and early rice harvest in July. Once we establish trade routes with the south, we can purchase food from the farm owners in Brocade River Province using copper and sulfur..."

In case of an emergency, they could also use nutrient cream to tide them over.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued, "... As for resident status, since we've promised to grant it to every survivor in Hope Town, we have to do as we said before. In terms of the rescued slaves, we will first provide them with the status of those under supervision, following the criteria for refugees. We’ll create a new class called the Supervised."

The Supervised fell between the categories of residents and refugees and had limited civic rights. Typically, newcomers would be classified under that class, and only after a period of learning and acquiring basic life skills would their status change to full residents.

This approach helped minimize the impact and burden of newcomers on society.

The logistics officer immediately noted down the administrator's orders.

"What about the craftsmen?"

"Keep them locked up for now, but separate from the other prisoners of war," Chu Guang replied.

The logistics officer nodded. "Understood!"

Chu Guang then turned to Rock Fang. "Take me to Gold Fang's palace and let's see what treasures that guy has hidden."

Relieved that the administrator had stopped probing further, Rock Fang immediately nodded and bowed. "Alright! I'll take you there!"

The group continued to move forward towards the 4th New District in a grand procession.

At the same time, a series of messages, like wings attached to them, flew back from the frontlines to Dawn City. Those messages were broadcast through the town square and entered the ears of everyone.

The New Alliance captured West Continent City!

Skull Crusher Gold Fang was killed!

Fang Clan completely annihilated, with over 20,000 marauders captured and nearly 10,000 slaves liberated!

Each piece of news, if taken separately, would have been enough to shock those who were merely spectators.

At the entrance to the trading post, traveling merchants with two-headed oxen, mercenaries carrying bags, and travelers all stopped in their tracks, exchanging looks of astonishment.

"Gold Fang is dead...?"

"They're serious, aren't they?!"

"If the Fang Clan has truly been wiped out... the Bonechewer Clan is also done for." A mercenary carrying a rifle stared in amazement.

"At last! It's been almost 2 years since I last went to Bugra's tavern to see my old lover... I hope she still remembers me." A companion beside him couldn't help but say.

"Hahaha, those cannibal hyenas have finally gone to hell! Praise the great Alliance, praise the Administrator! Heavenly Water will remember his great deeds!" A dust-covered traveling merchant shouted excitedly, drawing curious glances from those around him.

It was evident that those marauders had caused him significant losses.

"Thank the Almighty Great Stag God; this land has finally found its ruler..." An elderly traveler knelt down and prayed devoutly.

Simeon, at the headquarters of the Red River Town Horseshoe Merchants Association far away, stood stunned behind his office desk after hearing the news from West Continent City through the radio.

After a long while, the stunned Simeon finally regained his senses. "... This can't be real, can it?"