This Game Is Too Realistic

There were constant gunshots inside the gate of Shelter 13, and there was also panic outside the gate.

More than ten thousand soldiers wearing exoskeletons rushed to the fighting position, followed by combat drones, and countless newly installed "humanoid combat armors" stepped out from the shadow of the ruins.

As early as the end of last year, the Enlightenment Society had been transferring belongings to Vault 13.

In addition to the production materials and technical documents that have been transferred to the shelter, a considerable number of personnel and equipment are also gathered outside the door of Shelter 13.

It is impossible to stuff all these things into shelters, especially the garbage sorting lines and recycling facilities that supply raw materials for production lines.

They can indeed retreat into their shells in the shelter if the situation becomes critical.

But before that, they will use the tools in their hands to teach those survivors who don’t know the heights and heights of the world a profound lesson!

Nearly all members of the Initiation intended this.

However, at this time, an accident happened.

The door to Vault 13 is locked...

…

The atmosphere at the ground operations headquarters was heavy and depressing.

The man pacing back and forth had a gloomy expression on his face, sweating on his forehead like an ant on a hot pot.

His name is Morton, he is the right-hand man of Guixu and the nominal second-in-command of the Enlightenment Society. He is responsible for commanding the military forces deployed by the Enlightenment Society at the gate of Vault 13.

Standing next to him with an expressionless face at this moment is a former Air Force officer airborne by the "Celestial Being" organization, codenamed "Tianhong", whose real name is unknown. He uses the latest model of military bionic man as a body to contain consciousness, and serves as a combat staff officer. .

Unlike Moulton, Tianhong's expression was obviously much calmer.

Perhaps because of his service experience in the three-year war, or perhaps because of the inherent calmness of the undead, he did not take the patchwork armed forces in the wasteland seriously.

Two centuries ago, it would have been offensive to say that these things were cannon fodder.

At least that's how it seemed to him.

At this time, an officer in combat uniform entered the command room through the passage and bunker.

Before he could make a report, Moulton immediately stepped forward and grabbed his collar, roaring and asking.

"What happened to that broken door! Is it open?"

The officer swallowed and spoke quickly.

"There's something going on at the shelter—"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by spittle flying towards him.

"Situation?! At this juncture, you told me that something happened? I want you to tell me immediately what happened! And how long it will take to solve it!"

Moulton roared loudly, his eyes bloodshot, like a beast cornered.

This is indeed the case.

Alliance troops were coming towards him from two directions, and they might throw a nuclear bomb over his head at any time.

In fact, the nuclear bombs are fine.

There is a large amount of debris near the base of the old-era space elevator that can withstand the shock wave of a nuclear explosion, and the damage caused by neutron radiation is not as incurable as it was in the classical era.

What's really fatal for them is that there is no way out!

Once you reach the escape route of Shelter 13, the entire defense zone on the surface will become a dead place!

He can withstand one or two nuclear strikes, but what if it is a continuous strategic bombing regardless of cost?

Don't say he can't stand it.

Even the iron ball next to him must be able to withstand it!

Listening to the officer's incoherent roar, the officer who was grabbed by the collar felt equally panicked.

"It's still unclear. Our connection with the shelter has been cut off... Yes, it was cut off from them. Judging from the recent news, someone in the shelter instigated a riot..."

"Damn..." Moulton cursed, threw away the collar in his hand, and quickly returned to the command table. He put his hands on the table and stared at the strategic map with eyes flashing with uncertainty.

According to the news from the front line, multiple military forces from the Alliance spread out to the surroundings after approaching the core area of ​​the Enlightenment Society equipment, forming a siege to the entire ruins of the space elevator base.

It's obvious.

The Alliance is sure that they will not and cannot withdraw to Vault 13, and they even planned this riot!

Otherwise they would never have adopted encirclement tactics.

These guys came out of the shelter themselves and know how stupid it is to surround a shelter!

Sweat streaked across his forehead, and Moulton felt like a gambler with only a few chips left.

If the power of Jiaozhong breaks through, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

Once the entire encirclement is formed——

The fate of all of them will be hung on that giant gear-shaped alloy door!

Looking at the tense Moulton, Tianhong put her hand on his shoulder and spoke in an emotionless electronic voice.

"There is no need to worry, our defense is not that easy to break."

In addition to the 11,000 Marines who were built according to pre-war equipment configurations and nearly a thousand humanoid combat armors, they also deployed a large number of automatic turrets and drone hives on the defense line!

Once the alliance's ground troops get close to the defense line, they will surely suffer a devastating blow!

The area above Shelter 13 now condenses all the power of the entire Enlightenment Society in the desert area!

Even if the alliance has a huge sea of ​​people and endless logistics, it will take some time to pull out this nail.

"This is not a question of whether the defense line can be held, but a question of the survival of our entire organization! If the door to Vault 13 cannot be opened, sooner or later our personnel left on the surface will be exhausted by their continued attacks!"

"So?" Tianhong lightly shrugged his shoulders and looked at the commander in front of him calmly.

"so?"

Looking at this guy who had no sense of crisis, Moulton narrowed his eyes and suddenly sneered.

"I remembered...it doesn't matter to you. Anyway, what's left here is just a body you left on the surface, right?"

"I don't deny this statement," Tianhong continued with an indifferent expression, "We are immortal."

The command room was quiet.

All the officers present were silent, and for different reasons.

There is fear, there is envy, and most of them are indifferent.

They are all "upgraders" who have uploaded their thoughts to the circuit board and embraced glorious progress.

Tianhong is right.

At least for the android officer whose brain is located on the Lagrange Point space station, a victory or defeat means nothing.

It doesn't matter even if the entire Enlightenment Society is destroyed.

Their souls have long been immortal.

Moulton looked at this indifferent guy coldly, with many complex expressions flashing through his pupils.

"The president is right... You guys have no intention, so it's okay to take advantage of it. If we pin our victory on you, all of us will be dead."

"Calm down, no matter whether we have intentions or not, at least we are still on the same camp now, right?"

Tianhong said in an understated voice, looked at the man in front of her, and suddenly said something that no one in the room expected.

"Actually, you don't need to be too anxious. We have copied your thoughts and saved them on the server at the Lagrange point. Even if the worst happens, nothing will happen to you."

Moulton looked at him in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief at first, and then turned into anger.

"You copied my thinking?! What do you mean? When did this happen?"

"A few months ago," Tianhong continued calmly, "You don't have to be so excited. This was just in case. After all, war is a life full of risks. If you encounter an accident, we can use this alternative to keep you alive. Come here—"

"I don't have to be so excited?! Come to life? Haha -" Moulton stared at him with a smile, as if he was looking at an unreasonable monster, "What come to life? Let a lump of iron replace me? Hold up My head, comfort my wife for me? Is this the alternative you’re talking about?”

"Is there any problem?" Tianhong shrugged and looked at him with the same incomprehensible expression, "You will become an immortal existence, and you will be immortal in the true sense -"

"Shut up, you!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud shout, and then a gun was pressed against his forehead.

Looking at Moulton who suddenly pulled out a gun, Tianhong's eyes flashed with astonishment.

He didn't expect this guy to be so emotionally unstable that he actually pointed the gun at himself.

Maybe——

Copying this guy's consciousness is not a suitable option.

His ability may be good, but he is too impulsive.

Seeing the sudden explosion of Moulton, all the officers in the command room were stunned on the spot.

"General, general...please calm down!" The officer standing nearby tried to dissuade him, but Moulton stared back with a fierce look, and the words that originally came to his mouth were blocked in his throat.

Tianhong looked at Moulton indifferently, not even looking at the pistol pointed at his head, and said in a gentle voice.

"I suggest you follow the advice of your subordinates. What we need now is to discuss countermeasures, not internal strife. If you are really so disgusted, we can also delete your backup personality."

"Do you think your words have any credibility?" Moulton looked like he was going crazy, staring fiercely at him and everyone around him.

Suddenly, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and his eyes gradually became filled with fear.

"How many of you...are androids?"

Speaking of which, he had felt strange before.

Since the Enlightenment Society and the Heavenly Beings started cooperating, his subordinates seemed to be cheating. No matter how disastrous the failure was, they would miraculously survive in the end!

If it were before, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to have those inappropriate associations.

However, at this moment, the higher-ups from Heavenly Man told him that they had copied his mind long ago without his permission, and borrowed his memory and thoughts to make his puppet!

The air was deathly quiet.

Faced with the order from the commander, the command room with about ten people standing there only raised two hands.

One of the trembling hands belonged to the mid-level officer who came to report, and the other hand belonged to his adjutant Lu Mo.

"Sir... I, I am not a bionic person." The middle-level officer said with a trembling voice with fear in his eyes.

Moulton cast his hopeful eyes on Lu Mo aside, but what he said next made him fall into despair.

"Sir, please listen to what I have to say...Actually, this is not a bad thing. If it were not for uploading my thoughts to the circuit board, the riot a year ago...I might have died."

More than 90% of the dozens of officers present nodded in agreement, indicating that they were the same, and that they were able to "live" until now thanks to the technology of heavenly beings.

Those who did not raise their hands all acquiesced to what Lu Mo said with their eyes.

"Look, I said, there is nothing to worry about." Tianhong looked at Moulton with an indifferent look and said in a calm voice, "Not only am I immortal, we are all immortal."

Looking at the "corpse and flesh", Moulton, who had always regarded them as comrades-in-arms, was completely desperate, muttering with trembling lips.

"You lunatic...and you guys are all so crazy!"

Maybe——

It’s not just the gods who are going crazy.

In the eyes of the survivors in the wasteland, aren't they themselves lunatics?

Looking at Moulton who lowered the muzzle of his gun, Tianhong raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

However, before the smile stayed on his face for a second, it completely froze on his face.

There was no warning.

Moulton suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and put it against his chin, and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

"boom--!"

The gunfire flashed away, and Moulton threw his head back and fell backwards, and the hot shrapnel brought blood to the ceiling.

The air in the command room was deathly quiet.

Except for those officers who had been transformed into bionics, all the people who were still alive stared wide-eyed and swallowed hard.

died……

Their commander.

"Why bother?"

After a long silence, Tianhong sighed softly, raised his index finger and waved it gently.

After a while, there were footsteps outside the door, and an officer walked in accompanied by two guards.

The officer stood up, gave a military salute, and then walked in front of everyone.

The middle-level officer in charge of the transmission widened his eyes and looked at the familiar face in front of him in disbelief——

That is his commander!

General Moulton!

"Drag this thing out and burn it."

Glancing expressionlessly at his other self lying on the ground, Moulton then motioned to the two android soldiers who followed him in to drag the body out.

Then he looked around at all the officers present, including the middle-level officer who was completely stunned. As if nothing happened, he spoke in an unprecedentedly calm voice.

"The combat meeting continues."

"Until the blockade of the gate to Vault 13 is lifted, I need you to hold the line of defense at all costs——"

"monster……"

The middle-ranking officer stretched out his trembling hand, grasped the gun and turned on the safety, then drew the gun and was about to shoot him.

However, before he could draw his gun from the holster, Moulton took out his gun and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

The bullet accurately hit the officer's forehead, sending red and white slurry flying backwards to the ground.

The soldier dragging the body stopped and looked at Moulton inquiringly.

Without even looking at the man lying on the ground, Moulton put the gun back into his holster and said a word with an expressionless face.

"Drag him out too."

The soldier nodded and accepted the order, stuffed the body into the body bag, zipped it up and dragged it out of the door.

Looking at the skillful "Molton", Tianhong had a satisfied smile on her lips.

nice--

After uploading to the circuit board, this guy is much more capable than the pile of meat before.

Maybe they should have cleaned him out a long time ago and replaced him with a more efficient "immortal body".

The combat meeting continues.

Moulton made combat arrangements in an orderly manner and issued orderly combat orders to lower-level combat units.

There were only three living officers who were trembling and did not dare to make a sound.

No one noticed the two corpses dragged out from the headquarters.

Including Moulton's right-hand man, Munger, the leader of the "Flash" special forces.

Looking at the billowing dust in the distance and the approaching enemy unit signals on the tactical dial, he frowned while squatting in the concrete fortification, and felt his eyelids twitching fiercely.

He felt like a gun was being pointed at him, but he couldn't see where the gun was.

According to reports from the front, the Alliance troops had just suspended their offensive.

But for some reason, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger...

Putting away the binoculars, he retreated from the frontline bunker to the bunker below.

At this moment, a sergeant in charge of communication came in from outside, looked at him and said seriously.

"Command told us to hold our ground."

"Hold your ground?"

Munger couldn't help but twitch his brows, with an incomprehensible expression on his face.

"The main force of the alliance is about to face us. How long will it take if we don't retreat now?"

"This is an order directly issued by the command center..." The sergeant's expression was not good-looking either, but more of it was helpless.

This was what their chief, Moulton, meant.

Maybe——

Does that man have any other trump cards?

Just as he was thinking this, the lights in the bunker suddenly flickered.

Several soldiers present were stunned, their nerves instantly collapsed, and they looked nervously at the flickering light bulb.

The sergeant standing at the door swallowed and asked in an uncertain tone.

"...is it EMP?"

If it is an electromagnetic pulse, it probably means that the alliance's all-out attack is about to begin.

However, Munger frowned and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"It's not like..."

Although EMP has extremely strong penetrability, it cannot penetrate concrete more than ten meters deep.

What's more, that thing is mainly for "micro-dot" devices, so it won't interfere with the bunker lighting system powered by diesel generators.

unless--

That thing is not an electromagnetic pulse, it is a large-area high-energy particle irradiation similar to a solar flare!

The moment he thought of this, Munger's face suddenly turned pale.

He thought of a possibility!

Although he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out why they didn't receive warning in advance.

It should take 24 hours from deployment to charging of that thing. The space station at Lagrange point will not be invisible!

However, there seems to be no point in thinking about this now...

It's too late.

Looking at the light that suddenly went out, he said his last words in despair.

"It's too late..."

It's over.