This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 427.2: The Storm That Sweeps Through The Desert

Intermittent voices came through the communication channel.

"... Transport plane about to return... New Alliance soldiers, good luck!"

"Received. Wishing you a safe return trip."

The 12 transport planes arrived quickly and left just as fast, not staying a moment longer after completing their deployment. They started their engines and flew back the way they came.

Timing was crucial.

Sideline Slacking did not delay either, immediately signaling his brothers to unload the equipment and supplies from the boxes.

Due to limited transport capacity, the 12 Orca transport planes could only send half a 1,000-man army’s worth of troops to the target area. In the end, he only brought 500 elites of the Death Corps with him.

Although they could not leverage a numerical advantage, these brothers were enough!

Looking at the equipment deployed around and the exoskeleton he was wearing, Sideline Slacking felt...