This Game Is Too Realistic

In the clear sky, a W-2 Mosquito attack plane was sticking to the edge of the clouds, heading towards Ruigu City.

In the airspace about 30 kilometers behind it, a Dragonfly transport aircraft carrying a hydrogen balloon communication system followed.

The tail did not guess wrong. Of course, the respected manager would not leave his little player alone, and generously sent a second set of communication equipment.

Still, generosity is generosity.

This kind of high technology density equipment is also not cheap for the alliance.

Before dropping the second airdrop box, Chu Guang needs to figure out what happened to the last communication base station that hit the street, so as to prevent the new communication base station from repeating the same mistakes.

It is too slow to send the army there, and there is no road network to drag the car. Even if all members of the Storm Legion are equipped with the most basic exoskeleton, the marching distance is only 30 kilometers a day.

Although the combat power of the player corps is very strong, with the aura of morale lock, but the discipline will plummet due to boring, and it is unrealistic to expect to march more than 100 kilometers by force.

therefore--

I can only trouble the Air Force.

This is Luoyu... already approaching the target airspace, searching for ground signals.

Glancing at the VM strapped to his thigh, Luo Yu pressed down the joystick in his hand as he watched the approaching Ruigu City, controlling his car to emerge from the clouds.

According to the mission requirements, he needs to get in touch with the players on the ground, learn from them what happened to the communication base station, report the news to the Dragonfly transport plane behind, and take a few photos to take back.

This task is easy.

It even made him yawn uncontrollably.

However, just when he was about to get in touch with the players on the ground, a dark shadow in the distant sky attracted his attention.

Fuck...

What the hell??

The towering steel airship is like a Kunpeng spreading its wings.

What is shocking is not only the pure metal shell, but also the dazzling array of weapons all over its body.

It's hard to imagine how such a colossus can be suspended in mid-air.

What is even more unimaginable is that what provided him with driving force was actually a long row of parallel propellers.

The two completely different concepts of primitive and advanced are miraculously compatible.

Luo Yu's eyes widened, surprise was written all over his face, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Soon, all the shock turned into intense excitement and shock in an instant.

It's just a blast, okay?

but--

It seems to be having some trouble.

Luo Yu could vaguely see, on one wing of the airship, one of the propellers was flickering with dots of flames.

Appears to be set on fire.

Just when he was about to fly to take a closer look, he suddenly found a thick and long gun barrel on the top of the airship, which was slowly turning the angle and pointed straight at him.

That caliber.

Let alone a 100 mm!

The moment Luo Yu met his eyes with the gun barrel, Luo Yu's expression changed instantly.

I rely on it!

There was no time to hesitate.

He immediately slammed the joystick, trying to get under the airship.

At the same time, he switched the communication channel to the Dragonfly transport plane 30 kilometers behind him, and reported the situation on the front line to the rear.

Airship! An unidentified armed airship was found in the sky above Ruigu City. It seems to be—

Before finishing the last few words, an orange flame cut off his thoughts.

He didn't even hear the gunfire, and the blue pop-up window of [Connection Disconnected] was projected into the bottomless darkness.

Slowly took off the helmet.

Luo Yu, who was sitting on the bed in her own bedroom, looked around in bewilderment, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

Fuck!

They fired without saying hello.

It doesn't talk about Wude!

...

airship?!

Wait, what do you suspect?

Hello? Brother, are you still alive?

above the clear sky.

Sitting in the cabin, he was unprofessional and rebelled, repeatedly confirming the situation ahead to Luo Yu.

However, the voice that was cut off never answered.

Listening to the noise coming from the communication channel, the unprofessional Fanman gradually realized that the situation might be more serious than he imagined.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. While pulling the switch back, he tilted the joystick to the left, controlling the plane to draw an arc in the air, and headed back to the airport in the north of Dawn City.

A three-engine transport aircraft made of A3 aluminum alloy with a full set of instruments installed is much more expensive than a W-2 that cuts corners.

Sitting in the rear cabin, Brother Bing and Huo shouted.

...Why did you turn the corner? Aren't we going to Ruigu?

The situation has changed... Luo Yu said that he saw the airship.

airship?!

Brother Bing and Huozi was a little confused.

There is nothing to be afraid of the old antiques that were almost eliminated in the World War I era.

It's a pity that the 37mm gun was installed on another Dragonfly.

If you don't give him an angle, he is even confident to use the gunship machine to kill that thing.

I don't know... I don't think it's a simple airship. If Luo Yu can shoot him down the moment he finds it, he probably noticed it long ago.

You mean that airship has a radar? Bing and Huozi asked in surprise.

Unprofessional anti-man thought about it.

It should be. Radar is not a difficult thing. It even has airships. After all, it can't be a predator... However, I estimate that there are probably no guided weapons on it, but anti-aircraft guns or other things.

After all, if there were missiles, they would probably be shot down by the opponent before they entered the line of sight.

The flight technology of the World War I era, the fire control system of the World War II era... What kind of industrial waste is this?

However, even if it is industrial waste, it is not something their broken transport machine can handle.

Anyway, give him a Junior Six.

There is no need to hang AA bombs, two 7.62 aviation machine guns are enough...as long as there are no accidents.

Without any hesitation, the unprofessional anti-man pushed the switch to the maximum, and decisively slipped at full speed...

...

Heart of Iron.

Inside the bridge.

Looking at the black slag on the table, after a short moment of astonishment, McLenne quickly showed a look of anger in his eyes.

What is this thing?

My lord, it's this thing that's entangled our propeller. It's hanging under the balloon. It should be a thread...

Standing in front of General McLenne, the engineer in aerial work clothes lowered his head, swallowed nervously, and spoke quickly.

The technical officer accompanying the army took half a step forward, pinched a handful with his index finger and thumb, and stared at it for a long time.

...it has carbon and silicon in it, sort of like an optical fiber.

This kind of thing is very common in the wasteland, and can be seen in almost every concrete building.

It is said that in the distant era of prosperity, man was a kind of animal that would die if he did not speak. Everyone was covered with horns, and every wall was covered with radio stations or similar things.

This kind of optical fiber made of silicon carbide composite material is as thin as a hair, and it crawls over every corner of the city like capillaries, forming a huge and complex information matrix.

While the technology has been systematically lost, the hair-thin strands have survived just as much as the concrete trash.

It is characterized by being light enough and tougher than ordinary ropes, but its strength is lower than that of metal wires, and it is not resistant to high temperatures, so ordinary scavengers will not deliberately collect this stuff.

Of course, this matter is not so absolute.

Some Survivor Colonies use it to deliver messages, though this is not common.

... Someone should have tied this fiber to a hydrogen balloon, and it happened to be rolled in by our propeller.

The electrical short circuit caused the detonation of the hydrogen gas fed into the engine, which ignited the oil on the drive shaft.

The navigator made a judgment based on his own experience.

However, the adjutant standing aside was not satisfied with his statement.

Coincidentally? I don't think it's a coincidence. Who would release balloons in the sky without incident? This is clearly a deliberate and vicious trap!

I think so too, it should be anti-aircraft balloons... the staff officer thought about it and said, We have encountered similar things in the survivor colony in the west before.

However, the anti-air balloons they had seen were much larger than the one they encountered just now, and the steel wires connected between the balloons were also stronger.

Presumably because of this, their radar and observers did not notice the balloon at all.

Are there any similar things nearby? McLenne looked at the navigator and asked with a straight face.

The navigator hurriedly shook his head and said.

No, I asked the observer to confirm carefully, and this is the only one in the entire nearby airspace!

Hearing this sentence, McClenn couldn't help but look a little ugly.

There was only this balloon nearby, and it happened to collide with the engine of his own airship.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to complain about the accuracy of the balloon, or whether he should complain about his own airship.

In any case, this trap appeared on our route. The person who set this trap not only knew we were coming, but also predicted our route...

With his index finger resting on his chin, the staff officer continued to speak with a serious expression on his face.

Although the trap itself is not clever, but it can cause us such a big trouble with this low-cost trick... I am afraid that the strength of these people should not be underestimated.

McLenne asked in a low voice.

Who do you think did it?

The staff officer thought for a moment and said.

The Great Rift Valley is too far away from here, and the Buguera Free State has our eyeliner... The only nearby force capable of doing this is Boulder City. But I can't make a judgment, after all, the reinforcements of the company have also arrived here Nearby, maybe those people did it.

As for the survivor forces in Luoxia Province, he completely ignored them.

Although the residents in the desert didn't see eye to eye with them, most of them dared not speak out.

There are few people who dare to resist them, and they have no ability to do such a thing.

After all, it is too mysterious to analyze the route.

Constantly monitoring their position in real time, but also monitoring atmospheric airflow, and even so, can only predict a few possible routes.

In fact, he also suspected that it might be a coincidence rather than planning it for a long time.

However, if it is interpreted as a coincidence, it is impossible to explain why there is such a series of hydrogen balloons of unknown significance on a barren mountain.

Big Rock...I remember it as a remnant of a former civilization.

The adjutant took out a notebook from his pocket, flipped through two pages in his hand, and continued muttering.

According to reliable information, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee helped them build a wall and gave them some weapons to fight the 'wave'... I heard that there are tens of thousands of people living there, maybe hundreds of thousands. Their The settlement is not far from here, only 150 kilometers...but why are they dealing with us?

Perhaps to warn us to stay away from them? But the probability of this is very small.

The staff officer put forward a scenario, although he himself felt that this was unlikely.

This stupid behavior is more like a provocation than a warning.

No deterrent other than a waste of their time.

It will only irritate them.

This group of rats only dare to hide in the gutter.

McLenne let out a cold snort.

Whoever did this, you'd better pray that I don't find out... I swear, it will make that guy regret being born into this world.

When he catches that person, he will strip him naked and hang him under the airship until he freezes into a popsicle before throwing him down.

After putting down these harsh words, McClenn looked at the trembling engineer standing aside.

How long will it take to fix it?

One week... no, three days, it should be no problem to give me three days! The engineer said with sweat profusely.

Hearing that it would take three days, a trace of impatience was instantly written on McLennan's face.

However, he knew that it was useless to remind him.

There's no high, tall airport here that can quickly replace broken parts for them.

If you want to repair it, you can only descend the altitude and throw down the anchor chain that fixes the airship.

Then, extend the bracket from the hatch, hoist the engineer out of the airship like a fishing rod, carefully remove the broken parts, and replace them with new ones.

Or, you can choose not to repair it, and turn off one of the engines on the symmetrical position of the left wing.

The remaining propellers can still propel the airship, but the lack of two engines will reduce its speed by a full 20%, and its maneuverability and stability will also deteriorate.

The weakening of mobility is acceptable, after all, this kind of behemoth itself cannot rely on maneuvering to avoid attacks.

However, sailing in bumps is something that McLennan can't bear anyway.

In particular, he could imagine that if he went back with a broken propeller, that old fox Griffin would definitely laugh at him.

Even if it's not a serious loss.

The staff officer standing aside gave a suggestion in a soft voice.

The information in our hands is from several years ago, and I am afraid it is out of date.

Anyway, the engine needs to be repaired. I suggest camping on the spot and sending a ground force to investigate the situation in the vicinity. After collecting more information, we can make a decision on the next step.

The adjutant on the side also followed suit.

I think so too. I suggest sending someone to arrest a few local aborigines for questioning. Maybe we can find out who did it!

McLenne nodded slowly with a sullen face.

Just do it.

As soon as the words fell, the crew sitting in front of the bridge console suddenly spoke.

Report! A UFO has entered the identification area of ​​our radar!

what?

A propeller was just broken, and McClenn was a little nervous, and asked almost reflexively.

It seems...it's a propeller plane. The crew member said hesitantly.

Hearing that it was a propeller plane, McLennan breathed a sigh of relief, and said something casually impatiently.

Let it go.

The other party didn't answer!

Then hit it down.

yes!

A crew member immediately picked up the phone on the console and reported to the operator in the weapons control room to report the shooting elements.

Soon, there was a cannon shot overhead.

The thick and long barrel sprayed out flames, and with the slight vibration of the airship, a burst of flames exploded in the distance.

Hit the target!

Destroyed confirmed! The target is falling!

The crew sitting in front of the console reported one after another that although it was just a propeller plane shot down, there was nothing to celebrate at all.

McLenne, who was holding the binoculars, quickly saw that under the clouds in the distance, a plane with a broken wing burst into flames and plunged straight into the urban area below.

Although he was not sure what the connection between the plane and the balloon was, the flame still relieved him a lot.

Send a few people over to have a look later. McClenn said expressionlessly.

The adjutant standing aside stood at attention and saluted.

yes!

Then, he looked at the staff officer next to him.

It is your responsibility to drop anchor and deploy the ground camp.

Also, the 29th Marine Corps, which is searching for the company's employees, should report to me immediately if there is any news.

Staff officer: Understood.

Putting away the binoculars, McLennan turned and left the bridge.

At this moment, he doesn't know that the pilot of the plane he ordered to shoot down just now has gone to another world, and is uploading his Heart of Steel photo to a certain place with excitement. The game's official website forum.

Luo Yu: Brothers! Look what I found!!!

(picture), (picture), (picture)...

He took the photo almost subconsciously in the moments before being shot down.

Fortunately, before the on-board communication equipment was destroyed, the data was transmitted back to the signal tower in the north of Dawn City, and successfully synchronized to his photo album.

Although at this point, the vast majority of players are in the game, the enthusiasm of the cloud players for discussing the new version is no less than that of the European emperors who have already obtained the qualification for the beta test.

The screen quickly swiped at the bottom of the post.

Fuck? Another expansion pack?! (Surprised)

Steel airship! This ship's guns are awesome!

I'm crying...Damn it, Dogecoin is planning, the closed beta has not been opened yet, and there is an expansion pack for Nima!

Brother, you don't want the beta test qualification anymore. (Funny)

Planning bullying is awesome! (Broken sound)

In less than a minute, the post was covered hundreds of floors, and the entire forum was boiling with it.

Judging from the logo on the airship and the size of the cannon, many cloud players speculated that the airship might be the work of the Legion.

As for how the iron lump floated into the air, there are different opinions on the forum.

Some said it was anti-gravity, others said it might be some kind of special lightweight material, and some said it might be based on some unknown technology of gas molecule manipulation just like the administrator's hammer.

No matter what it is, one thing is certain is that it must be some kind of black technology that does not exist in reality, and cannot even be seen.

Almost everyone is looking forward to this new version of the ship and what new work the dog plans to do.

Besides curating myself...

The B4 floor of the shelter.

Looking at the few photos in the laptop, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the sofa, was not happy at all, but was dazed and bewildered.

...What the hell is this?

The second half is really unfinished, let’s post it first... I admit that my coding speed is very good. I have been a 2K party for many years, and 6K a day is about to kill me, but I am really not lazy T.T