This Game Is Too Realistic

Team A followed me! B and C flanked! Keep an eye on their respective targets. Even if there is only one dive, I have to throw the aerial bombs down and die!

For the alliance!

Rush!

Shouting loudly and giving the final order, Mosquito unlocked the authority of the team mics of the small team members, and the communication channel was instantly filled with excited shouts from the players.

Aww!

Fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft tilted their fuselages, and the three teams were divided into three directions, and began to dive towards the ground.

The 10mm machine gun sprayed out flames.

The propeller planes flashing with gun flames were like Lancers descending from the sky, raining death from the sky.

Caught off guard by the rain of bullets, the predators who followed the tank rushed to dodge one after another, fleeing desperately to the woods ahead.

At the same time, the tank commander who led the fourth and fifth echelons forward roared in an almost crazy voice.

Forward! Full speed ahead!

Who dares to give me back—

I killed him with my own hands!

This is the most correct choice.

In the face of a dive-bombing plane, stopping or retreating is the most stupid choice.

Only by rushing into the pine forest at a downhill speed can we gain a chance of life.

The horsepower of the ten tanks rushing to the front line has been increased to the maximum, and the marauders who rushed into the woods first threw smoke bombs to cover the tanks behind.

Smoke filled the battlefield.

At the same time, the fifty quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft vehicles that followed the tank troops to the front line also sprayed flames into the sky.

The machine guns of these anti-aircraft vehicles were of various calibers. Although Dillon's original plan was to use 12mm heavy machine guns in series for all fifty trucks, due to the airborne operations of the Burning Corps that destroyed many modification production lines, a large part of the quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns used 7mm small water pipes.

But even so, the 50X4 machine guns fired at the same time, and the firepower was quite fierce.

The bullets flying from the ground to the sky were like retrograde snowflakes. In an instant, two gliders caught fire, dropped the bombs hastily, and fell into the woods.

Fuck...the gang of Dogecoins actually made tracers!

The engine room was pierced with two gun holes, and almost passed by the thigh. The mosquito turned the fuselage cursingly, while avoiding the anti-aircraft machine gun biting its own, while looking for an opportunity to dive.

These predators probably learned the lesson from the last time, and this time they actually mixed copper salts in a few warheads! After a while, a miserable green tracer bounced from the ground to the sky.

Although limited by the production process and output, the tracer is weak and few, but it is enough to help those machine gunners correct the trajectory of the shot.

Grandfather has fought with you!

Luo Yu, whose engine room was overturned by a shuttle of bullets, yelled, stopped dodging altogether, stepped on the switch to the maximum, and rushed directly to the nearest tank.

Seeing the plane rushing straight towards him, the tank commander was so frightened that he peed on the spot, and immediately went back to the turret, yelling and urging the driver to dodge.

However, it was too late.

The sieved plane burst into flames, but just a second before the battery exploded, an aerial bomb separated from the fuselage.

The huge aerial bomb almost hit the turret of the Conqueror 10 together with the wreckage of the plane. Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the dust and mud splashed by the explosion were thrown to the ground tens of meters high. air.

A quadruple anti-aircraft truck got too close, and the engine was paralyzed on the spot. The internal organs of the driver and co-pilot were shattered by the shock wave, and they all died of bleeding from their mouths and noses.

As for that tank?

The connection between the turret and the vehicle body has been obviously dented. Although it was not blown out and did not catch fire, the occupants inside were obviously dead.

[Congratulations to the player Luoyu for successfully winning the first tank kill in this battle. 】

[Because the player chooses to disclose the achievements, the achievements will be included in the related entries of Songlinyu Battle...]

Good brother! See you in three days!

Looking at a line of words floating on the VM, Mosquito mourned for his little apprentice for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, turned on the buzzer, and pressed the joystick.

I also worked hard!

The planes turned their course and fell straight down.

Not shot down.

Instead dive.

The ear-piercing scream was like a trumpet blowing, whether it was tanks or infantry, they dodged and fled as if they were dying. In the eyes of those looters, those planes that spewed flames seemed to be no longer planes, but death scythes.

The firepower of the anti-aircraft artillery can't stop them at all.

Often one plane was blown up, and soon the second plane rushed out through the gap in the firepower net, and then rammed into them recklessly...

Are they crazy? Looking at the fighter jets that were advancing one after another, Xiongya standing on the high ground on the north side was full of fear in his eyes.

In just a few minutes, five tanks were scrapped, and the remaining five tanks rushed into the pine forest in a panic.

Although he temporarily avoided the crisis, he fell into an embarrassing situation.

It wasn't just the Conqueror 10 tanks that sustained casualties, but also their quadruple anti-aircraft trucks. Those red-eye killing planes were no longer limited to tanks, but instead launched a dive on all targets that could be attacked.

And it's almost a suicide dive!

Dillon frowned.

Compared with the opponent's reckless attack method, what made him care more was the opponent's almost unreasonable tactical choice.

To be honest, when the rain just stopped earlier, his heart almost stopped beating for two seconds. Because it is expected that the opponent's pilots will not fight in heavy rain, almost all of their air defense forces are scattered and deployed on the high ground on the north side, waiting for opportunities.

Once those planes selected a total of 17 tanks in the first, second, and third echelons as their attack targets, it would be difficult for the anti-aircraft firepower at a distance of two kilometers to form an effective deterrent. There is no doubt that their side will suffer heavy losses.

Dillon thought that if he was in command, he would order the Air Force to give priority to hunting and killing tanks that were incapacitated due to broken shoes, and to withdraw from the battlefield before the arrival of the air defense forces, waiting for an opportunity to conduct a second round of air strikes.

However……

Uncharacteristically, the planes of the new alliance concentrated their firepower on the fourth and fifth echelons on the move.

It's almost like rushing in the face of the anti-aircraft truck.

This kind of moth-flame attack can be said to be more effective than small, and many planes were smashed into sieves on the way to the dive.

Although they lost a lot of anti-aircraft trucks because of this, compared to the precious tanks, that loss is negligible.

So what if all their anti-aircraft trucks were wiped out as long as they could wipe out all the new alliance's planes? The anti-aircraft weapons themselves are prepared for aircraft...

Dillon frowned.

I'd rather know what they're up to.

Tumen probably guessed what the boss was thinking, and said after a moment of contemplation.

Perhaps in their view, those tanks that have lost their mobility are nothing to worry about? Since the opponent has seen our deployment, they must have guessed our intentions. Once our fourth and fifth echelons merge with the first echelon, attack the other One point, it is bound to tear a gap in their defense.

It makes sense to think so, but it doesn't make sense, Dillon said in a deep voice. Compared with the fourth and fifth echelons, the second and third echelons distributed on both sides are obviously more threatening. After all, from their standpoint On the other hand, Songlinyu is definitely unstoppable, and the best solution is to consume our tanks as much as possible.

unless……

The new alliance thought they could hold themselves back with a few trenches.

Dillon curled his lips.

What a appetite.

Don't be afraid to die!

Xiong Ya listened to the conversation between the two with a blank face, not understanding what they were talking about.

What is the optimal solution?

The plane on the opposite side has been completely lost, so many of them gnawed on a mountain, and each of them drowned the opposite side with a mouthful of saliva!

Dillon raised his binoculars and observed the highlands to the south.

Although the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties under machine gun fire, the opposite was obviously the same. People were constantly being beaten into sieves by machine guns, or blasted into the sky by the 100mm main cannon of tanks.

The soldiers of the new alliance brought out recoilless guns, but ordinary armor-piercing shells couldn't break the armor of Conqueror 10 at all, and couldn't even stop its forward speed for a second.

Seeing the sparks shooting from the armor of the tank, and the distance of only twenty meters, Dillon's mouth twitched into a sneer.

it's over.

When his infantry rushed into the trenches with the tanks, what awaited the defenders on the opposite side would be a massacre!

After the words fell, Dillon was about to put down the binoculars, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

To be precise, it's not one piece, but one piece.

A six-rotor UAV took off vertically from the trench, and after a short hover, it shot out like an arrow off the string.

The moment he saw the drone clearly, Dillon's pupils shrank suddenly, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

As if to confirm his guess, those drones seemed to have eyes, and swarmed towards the tanks on the downhill and uphill.

The tank closest to the trench was the first to suffer. The coaxial machine gun fire could not keep up with the speed of the drone, especially in such a short time, there was no time to react.

One of the drones easily got under the crotch of the tank.

The crew didn't realize what was happening.

The same goes for the Marauders that are advancing with the tanks.

Just when they were about to squat down to see what had entered under the tank, there was a dazzling light in front of them.

Before they had time to think, the scorching shock wave hit their bodies like a heavy hammer, and the broken corpses and pieces of meat were like kites with broken strings, blasted out of the flames and thick smoke that soared into the sky.

The scalding blood slapped the predator down the slope.

The predators crawling down the slope were all so frightened by the scene in front of them that they even forgot to move forward for a while.

What the hell is that?!

With his chin firmly pressed against the ground, Wabu raised one eye and looked at the slope, his eyes were full of horror, even if the gravel and soil slag hit his face and scalp, there was no response.

All he saw was a black figure, almost touching the ground, getting into the chassis of the tank that was almost driving to the edge of the trench.

Immediately afterwards, the explosion that shattered the eardrums and the flames soaring into the sky swallowed the tank and the ten-man team behind it...

The scrapped turret rolled down the slope together with the road wheels.

The soil slope below the tank was blasted into a deep pit, revealing the wooden piles used to reinforce the earthwork.

And those drones didn't stop, and soon the second, third... also aimed at the fragile chassis of the Conqueror 10, and three more tanks were gutted in an instant.

Hundreds of rotor drones are scurrying in the air, and the buzzing of the rotors is like howling swarms of bees.

Shoot with a machine gun!

Kill those drones!

Or we'll all die!

Seeing that the armored formation on the right side was almost wiped out, Baglo, who was commanding the first echelon, had his eyes wide open and his canthus was about to split.

The coaxial machine guns of the seven tanks fired in unison, and the predators nearby who were holding submachine guns, automatic rifles, and light machine guns also fired together, suddenly weaving a dense firepower network on the position.

If it was a quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun, it might really be able to stop these small planes.

However, trying to rely on a few rifles to intercept a high-speed drone on a dusty battlefield with bullets flying around is tantamount to a dream.

Not to mention, in addition to the drones in front of them, there are also friendly troops crawling on the half slope...

The spearhead of the armor on the right was completely shattered, followed by the left. In just a few breaths, nearly ten tanks were blown into scrap metal, and those predators who charged along with the tanks also suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the armored spearheads attacking the new alliance's defense line in three ways, only the middle one remained.

And this one had a broken leg.

Seeing the swarm of drones rushing towards him, Baglo immediately climbed out of the tank, scrambling and fleeing to the woods behind him.

Almost at the same time, the scorching air waves and shrapnel hit his back, and before he could even let out a muffled groan, he passed out...

The seven tanks of the first echelon were quickly scrapped, and there was no chance of escape.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the tanks of the fourth and fifth echelons retreated quickly, but the tracks could not run faster than the drones, let alone they got stuck in the pine forest.

The retreating tank was quickly overtaken by the drone, and the explosion in the pine forest was full of flames, and the predators who followed the tank were blown away and fled in all directions.

In the chaos, in addition to the people who were killed by the bombing, many people were hit by stray bullets fired in a panic...

In the distance, on the high ground on the north side.

The telescope fell from Dillon's hand.

Looking at the densely smoky battlefield in front of him, and the iron coffins turned into scrap iron, a trace of despair gradually appeared on that expressionless face.

Twenty-seven tanks were wiped out...

More than half of the fifty anti-aircraft vehicles were destroyed, and the infantry advancing with the armored forces suffered countless casualties.

The losses in this battle far exceeded his expectations!

The only good thing is that the fifty gliders on the opposite side were all wiped out, and the drone group was also exhausted... If those just now were all the assets of the new alliance.

...What should we do now. Looking at the commander, Tumen asked nervously.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Dillon quickly calmed down.

Let the artillery and the 3,000th team prepare... The resistance of the new alliance is at the end of its strength, and the sacrifice of the vanguard cannot be wasted.

Thinking about it from another angle, the opponent has already played all available cards.

Although our own side suffered heavy casualties, it must be difficult for the other side!

In a trembling voice, Dillon ordered.

At least, we have to chew down this highland!

yes……

Tumen swallowed, moved his stiff neck, and nodded quickly.

He had never seen such a terrifying expression on the man's face, not even when he was fighting the Great Rift in the north.

Even at that time, the situation they faced was far more severe than it is now...

...

On the new alliance position.

Looking at the messy battlefield below the mountain, Yu Brick, a boy on the construction site whose forehead was bleeding, punched the trench excitedly.

Hahaha! Well done!

The strength of nearly twenty points almost smashed the stake out of a hole.

Pity.

In this kind of positional warfare where bullets rained down, the use of strength was not very obvious. Instead of fighting with bare hands, he could overthrow a team of ten by himself.

The drum shampoo machine lying on the side couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

This time it's really cool.

When fighting against the Bonechewer tribe half a year ago, the only equipment they could produce was the Mosquito’s unscrupulous rocket and the 20mm “riding gun” from Factory No. 81. The firepower was completely overwhelmed by these natives who inherited the legion’s legacy .

The only tank that was destroyed was achieved by a surprise victory under the cover of heavy snow and the power of the metal hydrogen battery explosion.

It's not like now, the machine gun bullets are rushing, the drones on the ground are swarming, the propeller planes are diving and dropping bombs in the sky, and the 100mm artillery is bombarding continuously behind...

Never have they fought such a rich battle!

Damn, you guys are having a good time, I almost fainted... the debt-ridden big eyes with earphones came out of the anti-blasting hole, shaking his drowsy head and muttering.

Operating five drones at the same time put a lot of load on his brain.

He felt like he had five eyes, thirty hands, and most importantly, these parts were in different places.

Controlling a rotor drone that maneuvers in all directions is much more difficult than operating a four-legged reptile. Even if the operating system developed by Xiaoqi simplifies the operation process, it is difficult to take care of it without a certain brain capacity.

However, at this moment, no one noticed the whispered complaints of the big-eyed man.

First, everyone's ears were almost deafened by the shells, and second, the whole position was full of joy and joy.

If you don't shout out loud, no one will hear what you're saying.

The twenty-seven tanks were completely wiped out, and the predators on the downhill slope were almost all killed and injured... Holding the edge of the binoculars and paddling water, his face was full of excitement, Good guy, we just wiped out at least one thousand-man team !

Plus half an armored battalion!

So far, it doesn't matter whether the position can be defended or not.

Even if the high ground on the south side of Songlin Valley is captured, the Ya clan, which has lost its armor power, will completely lose the ability to attack Qingshi County.

Unless they are willing to invest nearly 10,000 troops and suffer several times or even dozens of times the casualties.

However……

Even if their leaders have the guts, do those bullying predators have the guts to follow?

The result of high casualties is necessarily high war exhaustion.

In the final analysis, they are neither clones of the three-year batch, nor have they been transformed by black technology such as spiritual castration surgery, and even the most basic reason for war is just for plunder.

The only thing that can hold together a disorganized and undisciplined band of villains is a constant stream of victories and spoils. And once the footsteps of victory stop, this seemingly solid fortress will turn into a mess in a short time...

On the screen of the VM worn on the arm, a row of pop-up windows flashed.

[Task: Hold on to the position on the south side of Songlinyu (completed)]

[Briefing: Soldiers, you blocked the Ya clan's tanks with your flesh and blood, and thwarted their crazy plan! Now our enemies have lost all their tanks. Without armor protection, they are like jackals whose tusks have been pulled out, and they are no longer able to touch our territory.

You have gloriously completed the task, the counterattack of the new alliance will start in two hours, please return to the rear to rest now...

】

[Branch 1 (optional): Blow up the supplies and go to the evacuation point to rest. 】

[Reward: Silver Shield medal, the war score is determined by the number of survivors. 】

[Branch 2 (optional): Fight to the last moment. 】

[Reward: Golden Shield medal, the war score is determined by the number of kills. 】

Looking at the flashing text on the VM screen, he scratched the corner of his chapped mouth with water.

Speaking of which, he seems to have already taken one of the silver shields.

The Golden Shield achievement has not been unlocked yet.

Fighting intent gradually ignited in his eyes, he swiped water on the edge, switched his voice to the command channel, and shouted loudly.

Squads report casualties!

A uniform voice came from the earphones.

Team A1 has 3 people left! 7 people were killed!

There are 4 people left in team A2, and 6 are lying down!

...

Three groups of thirty teams, ten of which were destroyed, and most of the rest were not fully formed.

When exchanging fire with the looters before, the whole position was like a meat grinder. The people in front fell down, and the people squatting in the anti-gun holes immediately stood up. Three groups of people were changed in the mortar position alone, and many machine guns were fired. Next to it was a corpse lying crookedly.

Among them, there are enemies, and there are also people of our own.

There are 102 people left...

After counting the number of people, the edge paddling couldn't help but be speechless.

The entire corps had a total of 300 people, and 198 people were killed, and two-thirds of the staff were reduced by two. Although many people are still alive, they can still make a sound.

For example, players of the physique system, even if their intestines fall out, they will not die immediately, and they can even get up and continue shooting after stuffing them back.

This is really a black car of death...

Silently summed up the remaining supplies.

After paddling on the edge of the water and pondering for a moment, he cut to the voice of the whole group, stood on the top of the earth pit of the anti-battery cave, and shouted loudly to the brothers of the Corps.

Brothers! Our mission has been completed!

Now, the headquarters has given us two options. One is to abandon the position, blow up the supplies, and go to the evacuation point for repairs.

or--

After a pause, he glanced around at his teammates.

Fight to the last moment!

This question seems a bit redundant...

There are a full ten kilometers away from here, and running back with two legs is not as fast as dying.

death penalty?

It's only three days.

Sequence progress?

The experience of a battle cannot be upgraded.

Wasteland OL is fundamentally different from the traditional MMORG. The sequence level is not the whole of this game, and even only occupies a small part of the entire game content. Including contribution points, silver coins, regional prestige, professional level, skill proficiency...even invisible favorability, can all be factors that widen the gap in combat power.

In addition to the character level, in this almost 100% realistic virtual world, there are more things worth pursuing.

Players who pursue the survival rate will not stand here in the first place.

And since we choose to stand on the same front, it is all because of like-mindedness.

They have almost the same understanding of the game——

die!

That's the norm in this game!

Remove the dick! Whoever loves to withdraw will withdraw!

I don't know who yelled first, and soon there were shouts one after another on the battlefield. Pairs of pupils were filled with burning fighting spirit, no one was afraid, and no one was timid.

Fight with those dogs!

Never retreat!

decisive battle!!!

Loyalty to the manager!

Wait, you just said loyalty!

Aww!

Players put on gas masks one after another, inserted bayonets into their rifles, and those without rifles took out engineering shovels and put them in a convenient place.

The deafening roar resounded throughout the battlefield, making the hearts of the more than two thousand predators marching in the pine forest tremble.

Xiong Ya, who personally stepped forward to command the battle, looked up at the unrecognizable high ground that was bombarded by the artillery fire, and felt a little timid in his heart for some reason.

Obviously the opposite side is at the end of their battles, and obviously the two thousand people behind me can drown them even with a single spit...

Glancing at the wing fragments stuck in the mud, as well as the tank wreckage and fragmented corpses not far away, the burly man couldn't help but mutter.

What are these gophers shouting...

The confidant next to him said nervously.

No, I don't know...

He couldn't understand what those people were shouting, and he had no doubt that they could take down the position in front of him that had been plowed over and over again by artillery fire.

But his intuition told him that those people would never let them rush up easily...

One hundred people?

Two hundred people?

Or leave more corpses...

Regardless, it's going to be a tough fight! -

(The fever subsided, and I felt better mentally. I found it very strange that my eyesight was pretty good, but when I caught a cold, my astigmatism would get worse... confusing.)