This Game Is Too Realistic

It was raining heavily.

In the mountain depression five kilometers south of Songlinyu, tanks passed through the gate one after another, surrounded by predator infantry, and rushed towards the southern front line.

According to the battle plan formulated by Dillon, they will take advantage of the rain to attack the new alliance's defense line.

At that time, the planes of the new alliance will definitely attack their armored clusters desperately. However, under the interference of the heavy rain, those planes are not to be feared.

The quadruple anti-aircraft guns have been aimed at the sky, whether it is 7mm or 12mm.

Opening the hatch, Baglo leaned half out of the tank's turret, and the gunner sitting at his feet immediately complained.

Hey, you got the rain in!

This little water is fine...

Ignoring that guy, Baglo raised his binoculars and glanced at the southern sky, with a few furrows on his brow.

I don't always feel right.

It was too bright in the distance.

Although he couldn't tell what was wrong, it always felt different from the usual rain.

What could be wrong? the pilot laughed. We just have to run over their trenches and they'll scatter like cockroaches in the sewer.

It would be great if it was that simple. Bagropi chuckled, and got back into the tank.

On second thought, it seems to be the same.

So what if the other party played some tricks?

In front of the tracks of a tank, any machinations are a joke.

Baglo removed the walkie-talkie hanging on the inside of the turret and shouted to the other tanks in the formation.

Speed ​​forward!

We're going to cover our infantry rushing to their high ground before the storm is over!

Clan Fang tanks are usually commanded by a Legion tanker, with trained Marauders as drivers, gunners, and loaders.

Of course, not every tank is the same.

The 27 tanks were divided into 5 echelons and advanced in the formation of arrows.

In the gap between the arrows, apart from the quadruple anti-aircraft trucks, there is also a super-numbered centurion.

The tank formation led by Baglo has a total of seven tanks, serving as the vanguard of the attack. At this moment, the centurion following them was led by a looter named Wabu.

This awakened man with barbarian blood used to be a bounty hunter and was active in the Bugra Free State known as the City of Sin. Thirst for blood and loot, he volunteered to join the banner of the Bonchewer Horde.

And most of the subordinates he led were the same.

They are more vicious and cruel than the average marauder. Some of them used to be gladiators in the ring, some used to be private soldiers of slave owners, and even caravan guards. Although the reasons for joining the Ya clan are different, their desire for the most primitive hope is the same.

Falling into their hands as a captive would not be much better than falling into the hands of other marauders. Even the tribesmen of the Bone Chewing Tribe learned many tricks of abusing captives from these foreigners.

Singing war songs, Wabu led his men forward in the rain.

However, at this moment, a sound of Duang came from the side, and muddy water several meters high was splashed, which startled the people who were walking and fell to the side one after another.

The singing stopped abruptly.

However, the expected explosion did not happen.

Wabu got up from the ground angrily, wiped off the muddy water on his face, strode towards the mud pit that was smashed by something, and grabbed a person casually.

What happened just now?!

The seized predator said nervously.

Yes, something fell from the sky.

Nonsense, I'm not blind, why did I ask you what the thing that fell just now! Wabu pushed with his big hand, pushing the man staggeringly, then stretched out his thick fingers, pointing to the mud pit, Hey! I'm going to have a look.

What could be a good thing that fell from the sky?

He didn't dare to lean over to look.

If it exploded just after walking over, it would be called bloody bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Yes Yes!

Although the predator was afraid, he didn't dare to resist. He trotted close to the mud pit, only to see a deformed steel pipe stuck in it—or something similar.

Out of curiosity, he squatted on the ground and reached out to touch it, but quickly withdrew his hand as if getting an electric shock.

hiss--

So cold!

Almost froze a layer of skin off his fingers!

Wabu yelled in a rough voice.

What it is?

I don't know, it's just an iron can, about this big, and it's empty inside... The looter stood up and replied, drawing a rough shape with his hands.

Although Wabu didn't understand it very well, he still felt a little relieved.

Just now he thought it was the bomb dropped by the new alliance plane, but now it seems that it should not be.

Think about it too, where did the plane come from in the sky.

Dropping bombs on clouds?

It's a coincidence that it can hit someone!

Wabu raised his voice, beckoning the loose team to regroup.

Maybe it's a misfired rocket. Whatever it is, don't worry about it. Put a branch next to it to remind people behind to stay away. Let's move on! Let's go to victory!

...

above the clouds.

An H-1 Dragonfly general-purpose aircraft was dragging a fairy-like white mist, soaring above the milky white clouds.

Look carefully, a layer of hoarfrost has condensed on the tail of the plane.

Standing at the open rear cabin door, Brother Suo, wearing a heavy padded jacket with a rope tied behind his back, is reaching out to support an aluminum alloy ammunition rack fixed on the slide rails of the cabin.

This thing was originally used to hold 37mm shells, but at the moment it was filled with high-pressure steel cylinders that were one meter long.

These high-pressure steel cylinders were fixed with iron wires, and the mouths of the cylinders were opened, pouring a white solid-liquid mixture towards the outside of the cabin without interruption.

In human terms, it is dry ice!

And this is also the source of those white mist!

In fact, the production of dry ice is actually very simple. The carbon dioxide or air in container A is liquefied by pressurization, and then decompressed after cooling, so that it can quickly absorb a large amount of heat, causing the carbon dioxide in container B to condense into a snowflake-like solid quickly.

The whole process does not involve any chemical reactions, it is a purely physical process. Generally speaking, dry ice can be produced if there are conditions to manufacture high-pressure steel cylinders.

Since they were not sure whether the specific amount of dry ice needed for artificial rainfall was ten kilograms or one hundred kilograms, they simply carried three times the recommended upper limit—that is, three hundred kilograms—and flew several times around the entire airspace. back and forth.

It's done... It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen.

After pouring the last bit of dry ice, Brother Suo turned the winch vigorously, closed the hatch, took off his gloves with a long breath, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Brother Levin stepped forward to check the ammunition rack, and suddenly frowned.

Why is there one missing?

Brother Suo who was resting raised his head.

One of what?

Hey! What else can it be, a high-pressure cylinder!

Brother Suo froze for a moment.

ah?

Ah, you're so tall! Levin couldn't help but spit, Didn't I tell you? Be careful not to fall, why did you still fall?

Brother Suo rolled his eyes: I can't see it, the fog was so thick just now! And didn't you tie the high-pressure cylinder?

Brother Levin said with a sad face.

What's the matter, what if it is picked up by the other side.

Brother Suo comforted him and said.

Never mind! Anyway, the dry ice inside is gone, even if it is picked up, the other side may not be able to see what it is.

There seems to be nothing wrong with that.

Brother Levin was a little relieved.

At this time, the unprofessional Fanman sitting in the cockpit yelled.

What are you arguing about? Have you run out of dry ice, and do you still need to go skating?

Going back to the seat and sitting down, Brother Levin put on his seat belt and shouted.

It's over, let's go back.

Oak.

The fuselage tilts to one side.

The H-1 Dragonfly turned its nose and began to return.

For this storm plan, the new alliance combat command formulated two plans, one was to use rockets to hit silver iodide, and the other was to spray dry ice from aircraft.

If it doesn't work -

That doesn't work.

There is nothing in this world that will definitely happen, and there is nothing that will never happen.

Maybe the big black clouds didn't move at all, maybe the heavy rain fell solemnly, but it was lonely, maybe the other party wasn't waiting for the sky to change at all... These are not impossible.

All plans are based on limited intelligence speculation.

Chu Guang was not 100% sure. After seeing the rainstorm, the other party chose to All in all the chips immediately.

However, judging from the low-altitude aerial footage captured by the drone, Chu Guang knew he had made the right bet.

Twenty-seven Conqueror X tanks poured out of the blast holes, followed by fifty modified anti-aircraft trucks.

The 100mm artillery deployed at the rear started a salvo on the new alliance's position, and in just a few minutes, hundreds of shells were poured down.

It seems to be retaliation for the previous rocket coverage, but it is actually covering the advance of large troops.

The Ya clan chose to stake all their belongings.

And the new alliance has already made preparations.

The players squatting on the front line are gearing up and waiting!

...

Inside the blast hole.

Hearing the deafening explosions outside, Lian Dayan, who was squatting by the wall, couldn't help but gasp.

Oh my god... when did these bandits get so rich?

In the past, the Ya Clan's bombardment would stop after two or three rounds of digging and searching.

Unlike this time, round after round, they fought for ten minutes and they didn't see any intention of ceasefire.

Due to the rain, some accumulated water was poured into the blast hole, but fortunately, the players had considered the impact of the weather and dug drainage ditches in the trenches and the blast hole in advance. Urgent, but the impact is not too great.

Lying next to the observation port of the anti-blasting hole, holding the edge of the sight glass to paddle water, he suddenly opened his mouth and said excitedly.

Enemy tanks appeared on the opposite hill! Seven in total!

coming!

Those predators really couldn't sit still!

Seven? Isn't it twenty-seven? Yu Brick, a construction boy holding a rifle, counted on his fingers.

Sitting on the side, Lian Dayan rolled his eyes.

You are stupid, twenty-seven is the sum of all the tanks. The other side is not stupid, how could they squeeze all the tanks into a ball and send them to us, not to mention the traffic jam, the infantry behind can't keep up.

The construction site boy and Brick nodded suddenly.

It makes sense!

The indebted big eye has already put on the headset connected to the neural connection device, and is eager to try it.

Are you going to release the drone?

The edge stroked the water and said in a deep voice.

Don't worry! Wait for all the tanks on the opposite side to enter the range before fighting! Let's try to wipe them out once, and don't give them a chance to retreat!

The indebted big eyes said excitedly: Okay!

The Death Corps was stationed on the highlands south of Songlin Valley.

After nearly a month of continuous combat, the level of the death corps has been raised to LV21, and the upper limit of the number of people has also been raised to 300.

It is much easier to increase the level of the corps than the level of the character sequence, especially now that it is a wartime state, and it is time to accumulate meritorious service.

As the first direction in the north of Qingshi County, the southern highland of Songlinyu is the best place to stop the enemy's armored forces.

The order from the headquarters is to destroy the enemy tanks at all costs and prevent the raiders of the Ya clan from rushing to the high ground.

The idea of ​​edge paddling is even more radical.

Not only did he want to block those rampaging iron coffins here, but he also wanted to keep the looters who charged with the tanks here!

Turned on the VM, edged water to place support fire coordinates on the map, pressed the comm button and shouted.

...This is the Death Corps, call for artillery support, coordinate the central area of ​​Songlin Valley, cover and shoot five rounds!

A calm voice came from the communication channel.

The headquarters received it, and the shelling order has been communicated.

The newsletter is over.

The artillery fire on the battlefield gradually stopped.

The opponent's tank force has advanced to the engagement range.

Paddle on the edge to switch the communication channel to the team voice, and look back at his comrades.

Attention everyone, immediately take your machine guns and anti-tank weapons to the battle position!

The enemy's tanks are close at hand, but the victory will be ours!

Let the forest at the foot of our mountain be their grave!

What responded to him was a uniform and uneven voice.

receive!

Damn it!

Aww!

At the same time, at the airport in the north of Shuguang City, the alarm bells rang loudly.

Board—!

Following Mosquito's order, the little players in the flight team of the Goblin Corps ran and boarded their cars one after another.

A total of fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft drove onto the runway from the hangar one after another.

The tall and straight 10mm cannon and the iconic 100kg aerial bomb can't hide the cold light even in heavy rain.

Mosquito sitting on the plane put on the pilot's cap. While checking the weapon system and instruments, he couldn't help but glance at the big guy parked not far away.

H-1, three-engine propeller aircraft, the latest product of No. 81 factory.

I heard that the dog next door even named this thing Dragonfly, without even thinking about it, it was connoting myself.

But there is one thing to say, compared with the 20-meter-long fuselage, the small plane under my crotch really looks like a fly.

But mosquitoes are not envious.

So what?

This thing flying in the sky is like a coffin board.

In air combat, speed is king!

Hehe, wait!

Mosquitoes have figured it out.

When his W-3 is done, the name will be Frog!

Connotation me?

pattern!

At this moment, the voice channel of the whole team was full of noise.

Coach! Are you sure this shit—I mean, can this plane really fly in the rain? Luo Yu, who was sitting in the cockpit, shouted nervously.

No problem! I made it waterproof! The mosquito replied casually.

Yes, but if the battery is hit by a bullet...

Hearing this stupid question, Mosquito laughed.

Be confident, even if it's a sunny day, if your battery gets hit by a shuttle, you'll still be dead.

Luo Yu: Fuck!

He casually locked the teammates' voice channels, and the chirping stopped abruptly.

Mosquito cleared his throat, and shouted with his drake-like voice.

Don't think too much, follow me and step on the switch to the end, and you're done! Ollie!

The propeller shattered the fine raindrops.

Mosquito, who stepped on the switch to the bottom, clenched the joystick, and pulled up the nose at the moment the speed reached the threshold.

A W-2 ground attack aircraft took off right behind and galloped towards the sky over Songlinyu due north.

Entering the predetermined altitude, the mosquitoes connected to the channel of the friendly army through the VM.

...there are mosquitos! We're on our way! How's the situation at the front?

The voice on the communication channel was noisy.

From time to time, there was the roar of explosions.

Hearing the chaotic sound, the mosquito couldn't help but smashed its tongue.

Good guy.

This is already fighting!

After a burst of chaotic voices, Brother Edge's voice soon came from the opposite side.

...Here is the Death Corps! Enemy tanks have entered the engagement range, and they are firing at us! Damn, how long do you have?!

Hurry up!

Give me a specific time! The edge paddle roared.

Twenty minutes! We are advancing at full speed! The mosquito yelled after stepping on the electric switch, Hold on!

...

The position on the south side of Songlin Valley.

The tanks below the high ground raised their muzzles, and the 100mm main gun continuously bombarded the high ground, suppressing the firepower on the high ground.

The Ya clan's armored spearheads have all entered the battlefield.

The first echelon chose to attack the front of the position, and the second and third echelons spread out to both sides, preparing to launch attacks from three directions at the same time.

The bombardment of the New Alliance also arrived on the battlefield at the same time.

The 100mm grenade fell from the sky, setting off billows of dust in the forest, causing considerable casualties to the predators who followed the tank.

However, these shells are still too weak for the Conqueror 10, and the fragments and shock waves from the explosion can only scrape the armor at best.

Although the anti-tank repelling horses distributed on the edge of the forest restricted the route of the tanks, it was obviously not enough to completely block heavy tanks like the Conqueror 10 if they were close to these fortifications.

However, the players stationed here have also prepared other surprises for these tanks...

A tank drove along the edge of the forest, covering a squad of Marauders ten, and circled to the left of the new Union position.

As the vanguard of the attack, they will be the first to rush to the high ground and occupy the trenches dug by the new alliance on the high ground.

However, at this moment, on the muddy ground not far from the tank, a board covered with turf was suddenly lifted, and a man covered in muddy water jumped out.

There was a ring of explosives around his waist, and his body was covered with mud, like a ghost in a swamp. The predators around were all stunned, not understanding what happened at all.

The first to react was the captain who led the team, and he quickly raised the submachine gun in his hand.

But when he pulled the trigger, it was too late.

I saw the man looking at the tank, as if he saw a treasure, and pulled out the fuse of the explosive without saying a word, and threw himself on the track of the tank desperately.

The mouth with muddy water still did not forget to shout excitedly.

The cow pinches the cow—!

boom--!

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky!

Caught off guard, the ten-man team following the tank instantly collapsed like cutting wheat, causing heavy casualties!

And the tank that was serving as a cover was also covered in flying pieces of meat and gunpowder slag.

Accompanied by the sound of creaking, the right track rolled off the road wheel, the body of the moving tank tilted, and the body of the vehicle directly hit the tree trunk.

Seeing the ten-man squad and the tank that broke down in an instant, Wabu, who was standing behind to supervise the battle, was dumbfounded on the spot, and couldn't help but cursed.

Damn it! What the hell was that that jumped out of the ground just now?!

The little brother holding the rifle at the side said tremblingly.

Okay, it seems to be a person.

People?! Wabu's eyes widened, his face was full of bewildered circles.

Are these people desperate? !

The attacked tank adjusted its posture and turned its front to the high ground. The top cover of the turret was lifted, and the commander poked out half of his head from the turret coughing, and shouted at the infantry behind him.

Our track broke—

Before he finished speaking, the bullets whizzed down the hillside, and the commander was so scared that he quickly hid in the turret.

The armor was rattled by the bullets, and the irritated tank immediately turned the turret, the coaxial machine gun fired towards the hillside, and the main gun fired a 100mm high-explosive shell.

However, the people there had already moved away, and this shot did not hit anything except for gnawing off a layer of turf.

Leaving half of his body from the turret, Baglo protected the back of his head with the hatch cover, and shouted loudly at Wabu who was following behind the tank.

Wabu, tell your people to watch their feet! Those blue coats have dug tunnels under the high ground! I'm afraid there are many people hidden inside!

Hearing the roar of the armored formation captain Baglo, Wabu reacted immediately and shouted at his teammates with a loud voice.

Everyone watch your step!

If you see something suspicious, stab me with a bayonet!

More than one tank broke down, and soon people emerged from the ground, rushing to the tank next to them desperately.

Five of the seven tanks in the first echelon broke down in an instant, and the remaining two tanks did not dare to continue to charge, so they could only stop in place to cover their teammates.

The predators who followed the tanks to the foot of the high ground could only stick tightly behind the bunker, bearing the strafing of machine guns above their heads and the indiscriminate bombing of mortars.

Standing on the high ground on the north side, Dillon held a telescope in his hand and stared ahead with his brows tightly furrowed.

In just ten minutes, the infantry advancing with the tanks has been reduced by 40%, and the first echelon has lost its tanks one after another.

The New Alliance probably knew that they couldn't break through the armor of Conqueror 10, so they aimed at the relatively fragile tracks, and even launched suicide attacks.

The fighting will of these people is amazing.

But it would be too naive to expect to block his armored spearhead through such a pediatric method.

He has a total of twenty-seven tanks and fifty anti-aircraft trucks in his hands, and there are five thousand-man teams waiting for orders on the ground.

Once he broke through the highlands on the south side of Songlinyu, his armored troops would be able to penetrate directly into the urban area of ​​Qingshi County, and even take down Yuanxi Town, which is only 20 kilometers away from the northernmost point of Shuguang City, in one go.

At that time, the new alliance will have no danger to defend!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Dillon ordered in a deep voice.

Follow up with the fourth and fifth gradients, and attack along the route of the first echelon!

After that, he looked at Xiongya who was standing aside.

Prepare for the second round of offensive! Let your infantry follow!

Xiongya nodded excitedly.

okay!

The ten tanks waiting on the high ground on the north side started to set off, accompanied by twenty anti-aircraft trucks and five centurions.

The monstrous murderous aura permeates in the rain.

Dillon narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to have seen the new alliance's positions being crushed by tank tracks.

However, at this moment, the drops of water falling from the brim of the hat suddenly stopped.

Dillon froze for a moment, raised his head and looked up at the sky, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that in the middle of the dark clouds as thick as a quilt, it seemed to be torn apart by something, leaving only a thin cloud like a veil, which even leaked out the blue sky behind.

The looming blue is like a crack printed on a stone slab.

Vaguely, Dillon seemed to see a rainbow...

There were whispers from the subordinates.

Why did the rain stop?

It's only been down for an hour...

Such heavy rain stops as soon as it says it will stop...

Speaking of which, usually when it rains heavily, there will be strong winds, but today there is no wind.

The cold liquid ran across Dillon's forehead.

He couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or raindrops.

Artificial rainfall……

It turned out to be artificial rainfall!

He had fought the Great Rift Valley in the north for a whole year, and he had seen all kinds of tactics, but it was the first time he encountered such a bizarre idea. The other party predicted his plan, and sent him a rainstorm...

Careless!

In the rainbow in the distance, Dillon could vaguely see black dots, which emerged from the edge of the clouds in a neat formation and swooped down towards the position below.

There was a trace of fear written in his eyes, and he could no longer see the expression of ease on his face, and he pulled off the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

Air defense convoy! Keep an eye on your heads!

Enemy planes attack!!

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(It feels like I was infected through the network cable... It's the upper respiratory tract infection first, then the throat, then the bronchus, and then I started coughing. But I haven't stopped updating, be proud, don't say I'm short, really Not short anymore. T.T)