HLM – Chapter 799 Leading Like a God

In truth, whether the team was easy or hard to lead didn’t matter — Wang Bo’s side had it rough either way.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if it were just anyone else leading the defense, but the opposing captain was Uncle Bing. Trying to break through a defensive line organized by him with this ragtag bunch of amateurs was nearly impossible.

To be fair, Uncle Bing’s defense wasn’t particularly complicated — it was simple, really. His entire defensive line was him.

Fortunately, Wang Bo had his “cheat.” He opened the tactical map and quickly observed Uncle Bing’s formation — twelve people divided into six groups of two, each guarding one direction. The adjacent pairs could easily form overlapping fields of fire.

Na Qingyang took two girls to scout ahead. He dashed between the luxury cars in a zigzag pattern, but the moment he showed his head — a barrage of gunfire erupted.

Immediately after, a dense storm of paintballs came flying. Na Qingyang was experienced in this kind of game; without hesitation, he dove under a car.

The two girls with him, Zhu Fang and another, weren’t so lucky. They screamed as the paintballs burst all over them, their camouflage suits covered in bright splashes of color.

The volley of paintballs was fast and short-lived. Then someone on the other side shouted, “Damn, that’s it? A whole magazine gone already?”

Another voice complained, “In the movies they spray for ages! I barely got five seconds — was it even five?”

That was exactly the opening Na Qingyang was waiting for. Grinning, he popped up and raised his gun, planning to ambush from the middle route — but the moment his head came up, there was a sharp bang! His helmet took a direct hit, sending him stumbling back down.

Panicking, he scrambled back under the car and yanked off his helmet — there was a big white paint mark on it.

Only Uncle Bing could pull off a precision headshot like that. Clearly, when he saw his teammates empty their magazines in one go, he had stepped in to support them personally.

Wang Bo peeked out through a car window, pretending to “observe” the battlefield. Then, as if making a tactical analysis, he sketched a rough map on the ground based on the real-time info from his hidden mini-map: “Here, here, and here — three groups. From the sound of it, that’s Fan Dong’s stupid bird squad over there. Alright, Yangzi, you lead your team down the right flank and draw their attention. Monkey, you’re with me — we’ll go knock them out.”

Lu Yang frowned suspiciously. “You can tell all that just by listening? You’re not making that up, are you?”

Wang Bo sneered, cocked his gun with a clack-clack, and said coolly, “Just watch — I’ll show you what it means to be the King of War!”

He led two people silently along the left route, weaving through four or five cars. Halfway through, Hou Haibo tugged at his sleeve, panting heavily, “Can’t we run upright? My back’s killing me!”

Zhang Rui, beside him, cursed, “I told you to work out more instead of fooling around all day! Run upright? What are we, target practice? This is a sneak attack!”

Hou Haibo muttered miserably, “My stamina’s fine, okay? It’s just that crouching and lugging this sniper rifle — it’s killing me!”

Wang Bo motioned for silence. Then he swapped guns with Hou Haibo and whispered, “We’re about to engage. They’re paired up — I’ll take down Fan Dong’s group. You two cover my retreat, got it?”

The sniper rifle suited him perfectly. He set up the tripod behind a car hood, peered through the scope — and there was Fan Dong, crouched low and creeping.

Wang Bo grinned wickedly, took aim, and squeezed the trigger. Bang!

A scream followed. Fan Dong leaped up clutching his backside. “Ah! That hurts like hell!”

Wang Bo yelled, “Told you — I’ll shoot your butt, not your head!”

Fan Dong’s partner, Du Zhenbang, panicked. “I need backup! Quick!”

Nearby, Zhou Haojie and his girlfriend Li Jiayi dashed out from behind a car to help — thinking they were being sneaky. But Wang Bo had his minimap on; he could see them perfectly.

He adjusted his aim toward Zhou Haojie and fired again — another clean hit.

The realistic airsoft rifle barely kicked and was extremely accurate. Zhou Haojie doubled over, clutching his stomach, hissing, “Shit! That hurts like a mother—!”

His girlfriend Li Jiayi rushed to help him, heart aching. Wang Bo was about to shoot her too when Uncle Bing suddenly opened fire, popping up from behind cover and shouting, “Full firepower! Take out the sniper!”

Wang Bo quickly ducked back down like a turtle into its shell. Then, furious, he crawled back to Hou Haibo and the others. “I told you to cover me!”

“How? No one even saw you a second ago!”

The two rookies blinked at him innocently. Wang Bo was speechless.

On the other side, Lu Yang, seeing their success, peeked up excitedly. “Damn, bro, that was awesome—”

Before he could finish, a burst of red paint exploded in front of him. The Audi A8 next to him was splattered with red marks — and one right on his chest.

Song Jiashu jumped out, thrilled. “I got him! I hit him! Yangzi, get down!”

But before he could celebrate, a storm of bullets rained down. Lu Yang and Hou Haibo both fired wildly in retaliation, their combined hundred-plus shots turning Song Jiashu into a sieve.

Uncle Bing roared, “Take cover! Never expose yourself!”

At this point, everyone’s skill level was about the same. As long as they stayed hidden, it was hard to get hit. Each person had five magazines, but most of them were newbies — the moment they pulled the trigger, they got excited.

It didn’t take long before most people ran out of ammo.

Zhang Rui gritted his teeth and yelled, “Fix bayonets! Charge!”

He barely popped up before Uncle Bing nailed him with a triple burst — chest and both legs, out instantly.

Still, Wang Bo’s side fought impressively. Their attack looked organized and caused real chaos on Uncle Bing’s side — all thanks to Wang Bo’s knowledge of their defensive patterns.

When the match finally ended, Uncle Bing walked out and sighed, “Boss, your ability to read the battlefield is incredible. With proper training, you’d be unstoppable on a real field.”

Then he gave Wang Bo the highest praise possible: “In wartime, you’d make a fine field general!”

Wang Bo grinned sheepishly — he knew the truth. General? Yeah, right. He’d been cheating the whole time.

Originally, he’d just wanted everyone to have some fun, but they were all having such a blast that after cleaning off the paint with spray, they reloaded and went again.

He had no choice but to keep playing along. Still, the day wasn’t wasted — everyone ended up truly admiring him, impressed by his so-called “commanding talent.”

Of course, all thanks to his hidden minimap. They really thought he had godlike battlefield awareness.

By the time the sun climbed high, it was nearly noon. Lunch was served in the Sprays’ kitchen, and afterward, Wang Bo took everyone to the lakeside capsule hotel to shower.

The small, spotless capsule rooms fascinated everyone. Seeing their excitement, Wang Bo laughed, “How about staying here tonight? I’ll have rooms arranged.”

These capsule hotels were fun for a novelty stay — but not for long. The space was tiny. Wang Bo himself would rather walk back to the castle than actually sleep there.

“Sure! What are we doing this afternoon?”

Wang Bo asked with a grin, “You’ve seen the luxury cars — what do you most want to see next?”

“Gold mines!” everyone shouted in unison.

Wang Bo laughed aloud. “Then let’s go dig some gold!”