This Game Is Too Realistic

above the sky.

Heart of Iron airship.

The gun barrel under the pod slowly moved its angle, locking onto the white fog.

At the same time, in the pod, the main gunner held a note from the orderly in his hand, and gave orders to the deputy gunner.

Adjustment of artillery parameters...

The shooting elements are set up!

High explosive reloading.

preparation--

Fire!

The lead wire was pulled back at the same time, three cannon shots were fired neatly, and the flames and thick smoke rolled neatly into the white mist.

Standing next to the observation hole, the sergeant with a binoculars around his neck looked outside, but he couldn't see where the shells landed.

I only heard three muffled thunders coming slowly, but I couldn't even see the flames of the explosion.

...It's too foggy here, I can't see anything.

The main gunner pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and after a long time called out to his teammates.

Hit confirmed! Cease fire.

receive.

The smoking shell exited the barrel, and a sergeant dragged it with a cart and threw it into a wooden box in the corner of the room.

The observer walked to the side of the main gunner and asked.

Sir, do you have an action plan for today?

replied the gunner.

No.

The observer continued to ask curiously.

Then what are we fighting?

The main gunner glanced at the note in his hand, and casually threw it into the trash can beside him.

General McClane's prey.

The deputy gunner interjected with interest.

That big guy two stories tall?

Otherwise? The chief gunner chuckled, Aside from that guy, is there anything else our chief should never forget?

The observer glanced outside and said with a laugh.

Such a big fog can really pick a day.

As we all know, rainy and foggy days are definitely not a good day for hunting. Not only will the field of view be limited, the scope will be fogged, the perception will also be weakened by the environment, and the accuracy and reliability of the weapon will be affected.

However, this problem does not exist for the alien species who have long been accustomed to the jungle.

Especially Deathclaw.

Wet conditions can make it even more dangerous.

The native said that the most dangerous place is the safest place...whatever, anyway, today's work is done. After saying something indifferent, the gunner took off his gloves and threw them aside.

The three 100mm cannons were the only reinforcements they promised to the hunting team, and they didn't need to worry about whether they worked or not.

They only need to shoot out the shells according to the coordinates provided by the front line, and that's it.

But at this moment, in the urban area more than ten kilometers away from the airship, the street that was hit by three 100mm artillery shots was in a mess.

The cracked concrete pavement is like a muddy field that has been arched by a plow, and the concrete debris and cracked stones are all over the ground.

The flames rose together with traces of hot air, and the death claw standing at the center of the explosion let out a mournful roar.

Its eyes were blinded by shrapnel, its spine was pierced by armor-piercing bullets, and its flesh was scorched... Although all the wounds were healing rapidly, the continuous injuries completely angered it.

The serum was blasted to pieces in the artillery fire...

However, that is not important anymore.

Anyway, the passage from the refuge to the research area has been opened, and the used serum will continue to be produced, and it will go to that laboratory to get some out of it through other people.

And these people in front of them...

No, these ants.

It only wants them to die!

I'm going to tear you apart!

I'll take out your eyes, intestines... and feed them to the dogs!

The vicious curse echoed in the thick fog along with the mournful howl, and dozens of hunched figures emerged from the thick fog.

Some of them stood on the street, some climbed on the roof of the building or on the broken wall, rubbing their sharp claws and fangs like blades, their amber pupils were full of desire for flesh and blood, and they looked towards the people standing on the street. The Polar Bear Knights at the other end approached.

These are its children.

Although their volume is more than a little bit smaller than that of the parent body, they are still slightly larger than the garbage king who has already reached a dozen levels.

Giao... was targeted by a group of garbage kings! Tail's face not only showed no trace of fear, but was even a little excited.

Rourou didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Why are you so excited all of a sudden?

Fighting against a powerful enemy...don't you find it very exciting!! Tail said excitedly, Don't worry about the meat, we've shaken people too!

It was obvious that they were not the only ones standing here. Long before they went to the appointment, the Death Corps had set out to ambush near the target.

Almost at the same time that the death claws showed their figures, about two or three hundred figures passed through the thick fog at the same time.

They wore gas masks on their chests, a sapper shovel pinned to their waists, and assault rifles in their hands with bayonets inserted.

Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Two hundred and seventy people...

More than half of them are awakened...

A trace of fear flashed in the amber pupils, but was quickly blown away by a trace of disdain from the nasal cavity.

so what!

It has broken through the limit of life.

Every cell in its body is condensed with the highest crystallization of pre-war life science and technology.

It is an immortal king, it is an existence that can stand at the top of the food chain with only its physical body, and it will eventually become the overlord of this planet!

Whether it's humans, mutants, or those slime molds that exude a rancid smell... they will all surrender at its feet in the end!

Humble ants...

It rubbed the sharp claws on the soles of its feet, and let out a roar from its bloody mouth.

Tear them apart for me!!

The shrill roar rushed towards the players like a tidal wave.

Looking at the surging deathclaws, everyone's faces were filled with high-spirited fighting spirit, and the blood in their chests seemed to be burning.

No one showed any expression of fear.

No one retreated.

The sharp whistle pierced through the thick fog, giving all the players present an indomitable BUFF.

For the Death Corps, charging is the supreme tactic.

It is also their most handy tactic!

Brothers! Go!

Demacia!

Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Hot metal collided with flesh, and gunshots rang through the streets.

No need to aim at all.

After shooting the last bullet in the magazine, the charging player didn't stop at all, but directly held the bayonet and killed the death claws who were rushing forward.

The two waves collided together, like a meat grinder rolling together, flesh and blood flew all over the sky, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

Surprise was written in those amber pupils.

Unbelievable even.

Not so long ago, it met the Centuries of the Legion. At that time, it just randomly harvested a few lives, and those people withdrew in embarrassment.

However, these people in front of them...

They seem to have no idea what death is, and they have no intention of taking a step back.

When the bullets are empty, they use bayonets, engineer shovels, or even stones and steel bars picked up from the ground... That barbaric way of fighting, even the eyes of wild animals can't help but write fear, trembling and hesitating.

these people……

What a bunch of lunatics!

More and more children died in the fight, and finally Yong couldn't help letting out a roar, and rushed towards the group of ants who were not afraid of death.

A bloodier fight...

just began.

...

It was already an hour later when the street returned to silence.

The rising morning glow shines in the distance, and it may not be long before the fog that fills the street will dissipate...

The dying Yongshi crawled in the middle of the street.

Iron chains were wrapped around its body, dripping with blood, like Prometheus tied to a rock.

Although its ideal is not to bring light and heat to this world, but pure malice and darkness.

As it said, half of the chaos in this land originated from this place, and it was the one who opened the magic box completely.

Those wounds are no longer healed, as the players discussed on the forum, there is a limit to its recovery ability.

Continuous damage will accelerate the consumption of biomass energy in his body, and if he does not supplement it through food, he will soon break through the limit of resilience.

As the players drove one after another of hot metal shrapnel into its body, it finally failed to hold on and fell.

Although the players also paid a lot of casualties for this.

But how can there be undead in a group?

According to the agreed rules, each sacrificed player will be compensated with at least 300 silver coins—equivalent to the income of three days in the next book.

Those dead brothers are probably bragging on the forum by now.

It is indeed worth bragging about.

That's a deathclaw as tall as a two-story building...

It's been a long time since the beta server was opened, but this was the first time they saw each other.

Speaking of... I forgot to ask, what is that plan B?

Panting heavily, Lian Dayan, who was sitting on the old car, wiped the blood from his forehead, looked at the construction site boy and Brick and asked.

The construction site boy and Brick haven't had time to answer.

Sitting on the edge paddling, he answered for him with a smile.

Plan B...just having no plan.

The construction site boy and Brick nodded and said.

That's right, whatever plan you want, just do it!

If the drum washing machine was here, it would definitely respond, but unfortunately, his head flew to nowhere.

According to the results of their previous discussions with Tail.

If the sneak attack doesn't kill that Yong family, everyone will go up and fight together... This is their plan B.

In fact, the construction site guy thinks that Plan A is completely redundant.

Before the official boss battle is triggered, the boss of this level is absolutely blood-locked, how could he be killed by a sneak attack?

In the end anyway.

It's better to rush up and fight in groups from the beginning.

The indebted big eyes couldn't laugh or cry.

This is too messy.

Edge Paddle grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

Otherwise, all available methods have been used... If I really want to tell the winner, I still have to see the truth in the end.

As he spoke, he looked at the sky filled with dense fog in the distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

That's where the Heart of Iron floats.

In front of that behemoth, even the two-story-tall Mother of Death Claw is nothing more than a slightly bigger grasshopper.

The barbarism from across the desert, that is the real threat they have to face...

Seeing the tail and sesame paste coming towards him, and the bloody great pyrenes, Yong's eyes finally showed a trace of panic.

At this moment, it was laying on the ground dying, its eyes no longer had that unruliness and arrogance, and there was a hint of begging in its hoarse voice.

Leave me alone, I can help you become stronger... Don't you all desire to have stronger power?

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

There are many kinds of strength...we just have different understandings of strength.

Moving his stiff neck, Yongshi looked in the direction of the voice, and the moment he met the man's gaze, his amber pupils shrank suddenly.

Aren't you dead?! Yong Shi couldn't help but screamed.

Three days ago, it clearly saw the woman in front of it with its own eyes, and after reading the last experiment log, it aimed the muzzle at the temple and pulled the trigger.

At that time, the fire was flickering, brains and blood smeared the wall, and it was a pity for a second or two.

But now, the person who should have died stood in front of it again...

Yong's eyes were dull, but Sisi didn't intend to explain nonsense to it, but just smiled lightly.

It disappoints you, but you don't need to think about those troublesome things...it's over.

After the parachute jump, she had to drive more than 20 kilometers. The long-distance rush along the way exhausted her.

But fortunately still caught up.

Oh! I leave it to you! Tail gave a thumbs up and said with sparkling eyes, Give it the last blow!

Sisi smiled and gestured for three grams of oil.

Oh, thanks Aowei.

The corners of his mouth curled up proudly, and he said generously with his tail.

You're welcome! Just remember not to break the head! I promised my brother in the field, I will leave this guy's dog head to him!

In exchange for the three 100mm guns.

Thanks to that round of barrage coverage, they at least consumed half of the boss' blood bar.

Don't worry... I'll take its head off completely.

Seeing Sisi approaching step by step with an ax in his hand, Yong's eyes were filled with horror, and his huge body desperately tried to break free.

However, the iron chains hanging on the abandoned cars and street lamps fixed it firmly.

Please...don't.

Don't thank me... this ax is specially prepared for you!

As she spoke, she raised the ax high above her head with a whoosh, and slashed at the neck as thick as a python—one after another.

At first, Yongshi was still howling and begging for mercy, but at the back, there was no sound at all, only the muffled sound of blunt instruments chopping flesh and blood.

Hot blood sprayed all over the street.

It was like a slaughterhouse.

Watching from a distance, Lian Dayan couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Damn, is it so bloody?

The boy on the construction site and Zhuan stared straight at their eyes, and suddenly said something.

Love love love.

Edge paddling: ...

Big eyes in debt: ???

...

[Task: Kill Yong Shi (Completed)]

[Task: Obtain permission to shelter No. 79 (in progress)]

【Task:……】

A pale blue pop-up window flashing on the VM's screen saying the task is complete.

Looking at the finally severed head, Sisi threw aside the blood-stained ax and shook his sore right hand.

The guy's got a stiff neck.

Tail standing beside him nodded seriously.

Hmm, it's been a long time since I cut it.

There was a dumbfounding expression on the fleshy and sesame paste face, and a few seconds of silence for the unlucky guy in his heart.

Still, no one sympathized with it.

It may have done some good things, but they are nothing compared to the evil it has committed over the past century.

What's more, this guy can no longer be considered a human being, and they won't overflow their sympathy with enemies who attack their companions.

But having said that, although Yongshi used them insidiously, the materials that fell from it were not annoying.

For example, the leather of death claws is especially suitable for making backpacks and leather goods. With devil silk, it can make the most advanced protective gear, even stronger than Kevlar material!

The only downside is that it is difficult to mass produce.

But after obtaining the authority of No. 79 shelter, this problem will no longer exist.

As long as you get enough psychic interferometers, let alone use the skin of Death Claw as a backpack, you can build a Death Claw Knights without any problem!

The players began to clean the battlefield.

At this time, the battlefield atmosphere team slowly walked over from a distance.

After calling the legion's bombardment earlier, he stood aside OB from a distance. Now that the battle is over, it's finally time for him to appear.

Glancing at the blood-smeared street, seeing the man on the edge dragging half of the corpse to the side of the road, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

Damn, how many of you died?

Edge paddling said casually.

Not counting, maybe a hundred... What's the matter?

It's nothing, just a little admiration, the Zhandi guy said with emotion, Your battle damage is still as high as ever...

Paddle on the edge and smiled embarrassedly.

Hey, everyone is more reckless... But it's okay, as long as you can win.

Players who pursue the survival rate will not come to the Death Corps, just like diners who want to eat steak will not go to a hot pot restaurant.

Although the level of Death Corps players is generally not very high, and only a few players in the T1 echelon have reached LV20, their street fighting ability is given a very high evaluation even by Spring Brother.

Even in reality, these people are definitely a group of street fighting masters. Although the fighting instinct honed in countless deaths cannot be quantified by attribute points, no one will doubt their fighting power.

Where's the head? The warfield guy stretched out his hand.

Don't worry, I'll keep it for you. The edge of the water pointed to the trash can on the side of the road, where there was a bundle of sacks, which contained Yong's head.

The head of the Death Claw was the size of a cow even with its neck, and it weighed a hundred kilograms even after draining the blood.

The battlefield atmosphere team stepped forward, untied the tight hemp rope, glanced at it, and said contentedly.

Not bad, not bad, there is nowhere to find it when you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.

You can find a way to get it back yourself, we won't help you, Edge paddled and said with a smile, By the way, if you hold this guy's head, can you change to a centurion?

The battlefield guy said with a smile.

Absolutely.

More than a centurion!

There are other rewards too!

The only pity is that the mission reward is dinars.

At present, there is no official exchange rate for dinars and silver coins, and it may be possible to wait until the legion map is opened before the exchange can be stabilized.

What about your team members?

They, I threw them away halfway... It's not convenient for me to make up stories with them, said the battlefield atmosphere team, rolling their eyes and continuing with a hippie smile, By the way, why don't you follow me? We can go back together, just say that we are from the same township on Beit Street.

Going to so many people at once, you're fooling NPCs like fools. Edge paddle rolled his eyes, and continued, Take your time, I'll send a few people to your place tomorrow to check the situation, no problem. Bring more people in.

Okay, then I won't waste my time here.

Picking up Deathclaw's head on his shoulders, the Battlefield said his farewell, then turned and walked into the already thinning mist.

Paddle on the edge of the water to look at the battlefield that has been cleaned in the distance, and shout to his teammates.

Brothers, it's time to withdraw.

Lian Dayan, who had already packed his equipment, walked over.

where are we going.

Paddle on the edge and think for a while and say.

Let's go to Xiangling Town first.

Before the fog cleared, they had to find a place to put the trophies first, so that they could cooperate with the performance of the field guys when they returned.

If the airship saw the corpses and the messy battlefield there, I am afraid that even if the warlord made up flowers, he would not be able to explain how he got the head...

...

Xiangling Town.

In the central courtyard of the municipal library, corpses of Death Claws were lined up neatly, including the big guy who lost his head...

The whole family is neat and tidy.

Standing aside, Wu Tao and Wang Xu had surprise written all over their faces.

Not just them.

Every survivor in Xiangling Town couldn't help holding their breath and staring wide-eyed.

Seventeen death claws!

And that two-story matrix!

After staring at the headless guy in silence for a long time, Wu Tao swallowed and said with difficulty.

That deathclaw... is dead?

Knowing which end he was referring to, Sisi, who was brushing the VM, nodded nonchalantly.

Oh, dead.

At this moment, her body was covered with blood, from head to toe was shockingly red, and her whole body was completely turned into a blood man.

When I first came back here, I even scared the children in the village to tears.

Surrounding survivors looked at each other with more or less complicated expressions on their faces.

I'm dead... I'll die if I die, Wu Tao sighed, with a sad expression on his face, People from the legion, I'm afraid they will come here again soon.

He didn't expect that alien species, which eats people and doesn't spit out bones, to become their patron saint and protect the village for the rest of their lives.

However, he had imagined that those barbaric soldiers would be intimidated by the power of that big guy, and would not dare to take the risk of coming here to disturb them again.

Feeling a little sorry, Sesame Paste whispered.

This place will soon become a battlefield, I suggest you move out as soon as possible.

That's right! Tail nodded earnestly and said, You can go to Dawn City, everyone there will be fine! The respected Lord Manager will take you in!

Really, thank you for your kindness, Wu Tao sighed, and continued nervously, But this is our home after all, and we have lived here for more than a century... Now you suddenly want us to move out.

At this time, Sisi, who was fiddling with the VM, suddenly spoke.

Actually, there is another way...

Although she was a little afraid of this crazy woman covered in blood, her intuition told Wu Tao that she might have really thought of a good idea.

So he summoned up his courage and asked boldly.

What, what way?

Moving to Shelter 79, we vacated a few buildings, which is more than enough to accommodate two or three hundred people. If you really don't want to leave your hometown, you can hide there temporarily, and it's the same when you come back to live after the war is over.

Yes, you can hide in Shelter No. 79 first! Tail showed a dazed expression on his face, touched his chin and nodded, ...Anyway, we will probably build a new survivor settlement here, and it seems like moving to Dawn City It's not necessary either.

Sesame Paste hesitated and said, But... we don't have permission to shelter No. 79, do we?

Hearing these words, Sisi's blood-stained face suddenly showed a subtle expression.

Uh, about this issue, I just wanted to say... Although I don't know what happened, I seem to have obtained part of the authority that belongs to that guy.

As she spoke, she handed out the VM in her hand.

What I saw on the screen was the surveillance footage of a certain room in Vault 79, and in the corner of the room, a dead body with a headshot was lying there.

That body was none other than someone else.

It was herself...

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(Two updates are here, the plot of Vault 79 is over, and the next step is to count the loot! It’s a little faster than expected, and I’m very conscientious that I didn’t split the big chapter into two chapters? Finally, thank you “Fake Teacher” , 21912, Whatever you say, Breeder's trumpet, Don't go back when you hear it, Ye Yuchun is here again!!! I haven't eaten lunch yet, I'm exhausted, I Get some sleep before writing...)