Chapter 459.2: The New Alliance's Special Training Method

However... Because of the sudden influx of players, the ‘doggy developers’ also threw a huge responsibility onto the heads of the Corps Commanders. They had several new KPI requirements. Every Corps would be able to receive rewards based on the retention rate and the newbie contribution points.

Retention wasn't problematic, no one would quit their Corps easily. Contribution points, however, depended heavily on battlefield performance.

They were on the frontlines... Unless they joined an NPC Corps, they wouldn’t have many chances to make Contribution Points immediately. Unless they were able to gain huge achievements during the war, they wouldn’t be gaining much.

According to their reward system, everyone would be evaluated on their performance and given appropriate points at the end. If someone was too damn useless, or if they didn’t join the battle at all, their rewards might be even lesser than 1% of what the Corps was given.

It was impossible to scam their way into making more points. As such... His top priority was quickly training the new fools.

When Spring Water Commander was thinking of how to proceed, Darkest walked in casually. "Another fresh batch arrived. Kakarot stole the role of bringing them over to the training camp. He sent me here to inform you... Um... Why the long face? What are you thinking about?”

"There are too many newbies... I’m thinking of raising the bar a little..." Spring Water Commander sighed.

Gasping in shock, Darkest stared a Spring Water Commander in shock. “Isn’t it good to have more people?”

Weren’t you the one complaining we had too few people a few months ago?!

Spring Water Commander rolled his eyes and growled, “What do you know? Those newbies who haven’t been trained are burdens if we bring them to the battlefield now! What use can they be? They might as well play with themselves on the backlines...”

Darkest’s lips curled unnaturally and he sneered, “The fuck? I didn’t get sent to the training camp either. Didn’t I also fuck them up in our first battle?”

Shaking his head, Spring Water Commander explained, “That’s different. When we just started... Our New Alliance wasn’t even able to gather enough guns! There were marauders and mutants everywhere. The battles back then were far more intense than now. You guys fought non-stop back then, dying so many times in the process... Even if you didn’t know much, you would know after a few more rounds of enduring the respawn cooldown...”

“Exactly! They’ll learn after dying a few more times.” Darkest revealed a wicked smile and patted his shoulders. “I suggest we send them straight to battle. We’ll send them out like what Eye Owe Money to give our superspy some free kills... Dying a few times will be better than any training camp.”

Spring Water Commander's eyes lit up at the idea, he had been stuck in conventional thinking too long.

Oh yeah...? What could be a better teacher than actual combat?

Earlier, he had been thinking that he shouldn’t be sending the newbies out to die for nothing... But if he really thought about it, what was a better teacher than death?

After all, they were in game! It wasn’t real life! Even if they died, they would come back in a few days!

Realizing he had been thinking about it the wrong way the whole time, Spring Water Commander nodded. "Hmm... Damn, this might actually be a good idea!”

With blazing eyes, he turned to Darkest and gave the order. “Right! You’re right. We’ll go with your suggestion then. In a while, you’ll grab a bunch of newbies and give them whatever nonsense equipment we have that isn’t valuable. Bring them to the frontline and give the fool some merits.”

Darkest paled instantly, "What the fuck? Why me?"

Spring Water Commander rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You suggested it! Who else should go?!"

Darkest laughed bitterly. "Kakarot is in charge of the newbies... Why not send him?"

Spring Water Commander shook his head. "He's busy welcoming new recruits. Do you want to swap with him?”

Upon hearing ‘welcoming newbies’, Darkest shook his head furiously. He didn't mind playing the mentor, it was fun and paid well, but there were too many newbies. Moreover, Kakarot had to take charge of them from the newbie villages all the way to the frontlines, enduring all sorts of embarrassment. It was clearly different from the Passing the Torch mission.

Yet the thought of waiting three days after dying immediately soured his expression. "But I don't want to die either!"

Spring Water Commander coughed softly. "I told you to send the newbies forward... Did I ask you to charge with them? After they're done dying, just come back."

Darkest paused and looked at the usually serious Spring Water Commander. "Wait, that’s allowed?"

"No shit?! What else do you want to do then?!" Spring Water Commander finally lost his patience and shoved Darkest outside the tent. "Stop complaining, it's over 200 kilometers to the frontline. Hurry and send the next batch over!"

Just like that, eight Electric Mule trucks rumbled into the training grounds. Carrying bundles of outdated rifles, Darkest jumped down and approached those who were training.

Those rifles and ammunition were extra from the Lion Kingdom's armory. Some guns were 30 years old. Though functional, their quality was questionable. The reliability of their ammunition was also poor, the soldiers of the Lion Kingdom refused to use it.

It was perfect.

According to the NPC quartermaster of the Storm Corps, he suggested that they used those useless weapons to mess with the enemy since they were only going out there for fun.

Moreover... Once they ‘lost’ those obsolete weapons to the enemy, they would be able to apply for newer rifles from the New Alliance.

Upon hearing someone would use the junk weapons their nobles had dumped, the Lion Kingdom immediately handed over the keys to their warehouses generously to Darkest who drove their trucks over.

Just like that, their newbies were instantly armed.

Seeing Darkest's bulky armor and the eight trucks behind him, Kakarot stared at him in confusion. "What's all this?"

"What do you mean? It's our turn to show our love for Battlefield Cheerleader!" Darkest whispered mischievously. Turning to look at the curious newbies, he put on a serious face and announced loudly, "Brothers, we received the administrator's orders! We're attacking the Army’s G53-7 defensive position! Any brave souls willing to come with me?"

A strength type newbie immediately asked, "Bossman, do we get guns?"

That was the newbies' top concern. Before they actually gained the citizen rank, they rarely had their own firearms unless veterans assisted them.

Darkest waved proudly. "Absolutely! Get your rifles now, ammunition when we arrive!"

Upon hearing the magic words, the newbies rushed forward excitedly. "Me, me!"

"Big bro, here!"

"Give me one!"

Seeing the rushing mob, especially hulking strength types, Darkest panicked, quickly tossing the rifles aside. "Grab your own! Get on the trucks afterward! No worries if you miss out, more chances coming soon!"

120 rifles vanished instantly.

Newbies holding weapons eagerly jumped into the trucks, grinning like monkeys who had snatched bananas.

Thankfully, the trucks storing ammo weren’t present, otherwise, those overeager newbies might've fired celebratory shots at the sky.

Finally organizing them, Darkest hopped onto the truck in the lead.

Seeing him empty-handed, several newbies asked curiously, "Boss, where’s your gun?"

Darkest chuckled awkwardly.

He certainly couldn't say he wasn’t charging with them...

Instead, he patted his waist, revealing the handle of a silver revolver. "This is mine. You use the rifles. My pistol is enough."

Instant admiration filled their eyes.

"Awesome! Charging with just a handgun, he must be a god tier player!"

...

Thus, eight trucks carrying a full company of newbies thundered towards Army's G53-7 sector.

Those left behind stared in disappointment, sighing at the dust clouds trailing the trucks.

Kakarot, who finally recovered and realized what was going on after seeing Darkest not carrying any weapons, clicked his tongue while shaking his head. "That bastard Spring Water is worse than a beast."

Newbies didn't know better, but Kakarot certainly did. The administrator would never toss untrained newbies onto the frontline as cannon fodder. Clearly, it was Spring Water Commander's schemes.

Just as Kakarot prepared to resume training, he noticed the two newbies he had brought had vanished.

"I haven’t even taught them how to shoot! Did they sneak onto the trucks?" He glanced around, "Where are Rest In Peace and Pincher?"

A newbie stepped forward and gave him a crisp salute. "Reporting, sir! They got on the truck!"

Stunned by the crisp salute, Kakarot eyed him curiously. "Then why didn't you join?"

The newbie, Chessboard, smiled. "I'm a perception type."

Kakarot paused, carefully scrutinizing him. "Impressive perception."

...

"Yesterday at noon, the enemy brazenly attacked our position. Centurion Pangolin courageously fought on the frontline amidst heavy fire, personally slaying 127 foes! We captured 125 firearms and some ammunition, losing only one unfortunate decurion!" Beaufort proudly read aloud.

“Nicely written.”

Sector G53-7, in Oasis No.3.

Battlefield Cheerleader nodded in satisfaction. Just as he prepared to continue his praise, a sentry rushed inside, hurriedly saluting. "Captain, enemy spotted southeast, around 100 strong!"

Battlefield Cheerleader nearly toppled backward in shock.

𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

What the fuck?

Again?!

Beaufort, who was holding the report in his hand, was equally stunned. They had just annihilated a 100-man team the day before. Now, another came...

"Are they employing human wave tactics against us?! But... I don’t understand! What’s the meaning of their actions?" Beaufort muttered in confusion.

Were they trying to waste their ammunition?

They weren't even digging trenches or bringing mortars... The enemy were charging headlong at machine-gun positions without cover! They didn’t even try dodging the machine gun fire or run to the side! What the. What exactly were they planning?!

He looked instinctively at his captain.

"Don't look at me. How would I know?" Battlefield Cheerleader coughed awkwardly, adjusted his cap before grabbing his rifle.

"Who cares? They're the Marshal's enemies. Let's give them a warm welcome!" As he spoke, he cocked his gun.