This Game Is Too Realistic

The dusk falling from the sky seems to ignite the horizon. On the endless Gobi Desert, scrapped steel and slowly burning flames can be seen everywhere.

At the same time when the Cloudfly launched a surprise attack on the airport, nearly a hundred kilometers to the east of the Lost Valley, the tank battle between the Alliance Skeleton Corps and the Falcon Kingdom's First Armored Motorcycle Thousands was coming to an end.

The 40 heavy tanks of Falcon Kingdom's first armored motorcycle thousand team were almost wiped out!

The remaining four vehicles also broke down on the Gobi Desert because their engines and tracks were damaged, and they could only wait for the rescue that would arrive at an unknown time...

In front of a 60 megajoule electromagnetic gun, whether it is an equivalent armor with a thickness of 1 meter or an equivalent armor with a thickness of 1.5 meters, it is as fragile as paper.

After all, before the era of prosperity, it was a naval gun placed on a battleship!

To deal with things like tanks that run on land, whether it hits the head or the turret, only one shot is enough.

Coincidentally, because the commander of the legion misjudged the strength of the alliance's firepower and stretched the defense line too long, the armored group of the alliance pierced the thin paper-like defense line of the Falcon Kingdom almost without hindrance. Wear a pair.

The heavy tanks scattered on the front line of more than ten kilometers had no choice but to bite the bullet and leave the bunker, turned around, and gathered while chasing.

Due to the huge gap in range between the two sides and the relatively open terrain on the Gobi Desert, these heavy tanks quickly became moving iron coffins.

And because of their poor mobility, they didn't even have a chance to hide when they were locked by the electromagnetic gun, so they could only be called by the 60 megajoule shell.

Facing the situation with no chance of winning, many crew members of the Falcon Kingdom simply gave up treatment, and once they were targeted by the electromagnetic gun, they immediately abandoned the car and fled.

Anyway, it was a tank given by the suzerain country.

There is no need for them to feel bad when it is scrapped.

At least one-third of the Conqueror 10s were so paralyzed.

In contrast, it was the 50 Conqueror V light tanks, which caused a lot of trouble to the alliance with their superb mobility.

However, a light tank is a light tank after all, and no amount of mobility can make up for its disadvantages in armor and caliber. It doesn't even need a tank destroyer to shoot, a 155mm high-explosive bomb is enough to take it away.

The vast majority of Conqueror 5s were not damaged because the armor was penetrated, but were killed by the overpressure effect of the high-explosive shells.

Mole even believed that if it weren't for the fact that their mission target was the airport, if he was given enough time and ammunition, they could even wipe out this armored force without any damage...

However, things may not always go as smoothly as planned.

It is normal for plans to fail to keep up with changes.

If the Legion expected that they would be able to mount a 60 MJ electromagnetic gun on the tank, they would definitely not put up a long snake formation to guard them here, but would definitely concentrate all armored units like the Alliance Together, use the gap between the firing of the tank destroyer to quickly rush to within 2 kilometers.

If the Alliance had expected that the Prowler tank had been deployed to Luoxia Province, and had predicted through intelligence that it was waiting in the direction of the Skeleton Corps, it would definitely delay the start of the entire operation... Although this would increase the number of encounters risk of nuclear strike.

pity……

This game has no real ifs.

With the Prowler tanks joining the battle, the Skeleton Corps, which had been breaking through smoothly, soon fell into a hard fight.

Even a steel needle of 20 kilograms and a muzzle kinetic energy of 60 megajoules still cannot penetrate the Meissner effect armor of the Prowler tank.

After a fierce fight to the death, the only five No. 2 Type B tank destroyers were finally destroyed one after another by the impenetrable monster.

On the official website forum of Wasteland OL, there was a wailing sound.

Players who were kicked offline by the BOSS continued to speak out on the forum, typing and posting unscientific words.

Damn it! Did that thing lock blood?!

I fucked it at least twice without shaking it!

Sixty megajoules! Can't naval guns wear it?!

...I will never force you to open something.

Planning! Call planning!

Maybe it's the dog planning to drive that thing!

Probably working overtime, no time to browse the forum.

Until the end, Ah Guang was not released by them.

And in the eyes of many people, this also really hammered their guess - It must be that Gouguang is using that thing to abuse them.

Besides the cursing people, many people were also analyzing the armor's weaknesses.

What happened to the turtle shell?

The settings on the official website focus on mentioning that it is related to superconductivity...but it doesn't say how it works, nor does it mention the principle.

Superconducting... so cannonballs that can conduct electricity will not work?

Maybe it's true. And the mass bullets of the electromagnetic gun are inherently highly conductive. Our few rounds seemed to be hit, but maybe we didn't touch anyone.

The so-called Meissner effect is the repulsion of a superconductor to a magnetic field during the phase transition from a normal state to a superconducting state.

According to the description on the official website forum, when the shell is close to the prowler tank, it will change its phase to superconducting state for some reason.

At the same time, the Prowler tank itself is also providing a magnetic field. The superconductor entering the magnetic field will form a lossless induced current on the surface, thereby generating a magnetic field with the same magnitude as the magnetic field provided by the tank but opposite in direction.

On the surface, the cannonball was bounced off by the armor, but in fact the cannonball didn't touch the armor at all, but was bounced away by the magnetic field at an infinitely close distance.

Paired with a wedge-shaped armor with a large inclination angle, ordinary kinetic energy weapons can't break through its defense at all, at most it can scratch the surface of the armor.

The only thing that makes Mole happy is that although the boss battle is not going well, the overall balance of victory is still on their side.

The goal of the mission is not to wipe out the enemy tanks in the encounter, but to raid the airfield on the north side of Lost Valley, 150 kilometers away from the battlefield.

Although the Prowler is unreasonable, it is just a car after all.

His last order of dividing into parts and scattering forward finally worked. The number of good brothers who were destroyed and disconnected was not as many as imagined.

After paying huge casualties, there were still 15 Panzer II tanks that managed to break away from the communication range.

Two to three hours should be enough for the remaining nearly 100 kilometers of off-road section.

If nothing else, they should be able to arrive before the sun goes down.

As the one who stayed behind to stop the pursuers, the only thing he can do now is to trust his teammates...

Shaking his drowsy head, Mole, who had been disconnected for a long time, finally woke up from the coma with his shaky consciousness.

Half an hour ago, his tank had been shot.

At that time, he didn't feel anything at all, he just felt his feet tremble, and then there was a light blue pop-up window of [connection disconnected] in front of his eyes.

And it's still the kind that can't even go back!

Since the No. 60 electromagnetic gun used by the No. 2 B-type car is equipped with a metal hydrogen battery, it is basically impossible to survive once it is broken down.

So after finding himself disconnected, the Mole has almost given up any hope of reconnecting.

However, the countdown of the resurrection CD did not appear in the helmet, which still rekindled a glimmer of hope in his already cold heart.

Perhaps this persistence moved the server. After trying for nearly half an hour, he returned to the tank in a trance.

It actually connected!

Discovering that the lighter didn't blow up, Mole didn't have time to rejoice, and without hesitation, he immediately went off the assembly line and called the other two crew members up.

But now it seems...

The only one who successfully connected back with him seemed to be the driver sitting in front of his left leg.

As for the one in front of the right leg, it has turned into a puddle of sticky blood and scorched pieces of flesh. I'm afraid even the manager can't recognize him.

Mom...

The Mole clicked his tongue.

Even with the protection of the sensory filter, looking at the bloody corpse, he still couldn't control the scalp numbness.

If this game can get the version number, his name will be written backwards!

Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he began to check the condition of the tank.

The shell hit the lower armor on the right side of the car body. Although it pierced through the solid car body together with the engine and the human flesh loader of the power system, luckily it did not damage the turret.

The fuel tank on the left side is still good, and the risk of fire is ruled out.

The metal-hydrogen battery was on the right side of the head, and it was only a little bit missed by the shell, but fortunately it was just a little bit.

The mole tried to charge the capacitor, but found that the charging switch did not respond at all, and the indicator light was red.

Confirming the damage, he immediately called out to the driver in front of his left leg.

The capacitor is broken! How's your situation?

The engine is scrapped! The transmission structure of the chassis is broken, and it can be returned directly to the factory...Fuck, there are infantry outside, squeezed among the twisted steel, the physique player who drove the car moved his eyes closer to the observation hole, and shouted nervously , It's from the Falcon Kingdom!

Hearing infantry approaching from outside, Mole's heart tightened, and he turned the periscope to the west facing the front of the car.

On the sand dunes over there, nine people limped down. Judging from their clothes and weapons, they should be the light infantry of the Falcon Kingdom's first armored motorcycle thousand.

With rifles in their hands and anti-tank bazookas on their backs, they were carefully dispersing and approaching the unexploded No. 2 tank destroyer.

The Adam's Apple moved, and the Mole took off the LD-50 carbine hanging on the inside of the turret, and unfolded the collapsible buttstock.

...You fix the capacitors, I'll fix them.

Repair capacitors?! The physique player was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Mole in surprise, What's the use of repairing that thing? The metal bullet of the electromagnetic gun can't break the defense of that thing at all.

Just now five electromagnetic guns fired at the same time, and the thing stayed there without moving.

According to the analysis of the old buddies on the forum, the armor is probably designed for electromagnetic guns. As long as it is a metal warhead, it will be defeated by the sky, and there is no way to do it.

As for armor-piercing bombs and high-explosive bombs...

They have tried all the methods that can be used.

Anyway, it's just a chance... Mole said in a deep voice, Although it may not work, I want to try again.

Fine……

The player nodded, struggled to squeeze out of the deformed seat, and found the toolbox next to the loader.

The broken capacitor was at the loader's right foot.

Looking at the blood carbonized by the electric current and the completely severed threads, the player couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.

There was the sound of a mole overhead.

Can it be fixed?

He said bravely.

……I try my best.

give it to you.

The Mole took a deep breath, held the handle of the turret hatch with his left hand, and grabbed the LD-50 with his right hand, intending to get out of the turret and fire before the infantrymen attached it.

However, at this moment, not far from the outside of the tank, there was a sudden burst of gunfire.

Hearing the gunshot, Mole was surprised.

The sound of LD-47? !

After playing Wasteland OL for so long, he still can't even mishear his own family's gunshots.

Mole didn't hesitate, and immediately turned the periscope to the direction of the gunshots.

On the right front of the tank body, Irena was lying on the dune, using the LD-47 in her hand to shoot at the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom below the dune.

In addition to Lao Na, Fugui, the Elf King, and three other armored grenadiers from the Skeleton Corps also fired together.

As infantry players of the Skeleton Corps, their combat awareness and sequence level are relatively high on the server.

The ten-man team below the dune was caught off guard by the condescending firepower, and was quickly beaten into a sieve and fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Mole stretched out his index finger and clicked on the VM, and immediately switched to Irena's communication channel.

Lao Na! What's going on over there?

Everything is OK with us. We just killed a team... what the hell? Are you still alive? Irena, who was reloading bombs, was startled when she heard the mole's voice.

Just now when he was lying in a foxhole, he was stunned by a high-explosive bomb. When he went offline to the forum, he happened to see the post by Mole, and he thought this guy was gone.

In the end, good guy, he even connected!

When did the recovery ability of the agility system become as strong as that of the constitution system? !

Hey, I've been a non-chief for a long time. Is it normal for Ouhuang once? There seems to be something wrong with the hearing, but it's not a big problem. It's just that our tank is probably scrapped, and my driver is still rushing to repair it...

Ouhuang was okay once.

Irena couldn't help but have a weird expression.

Wouldn't it be a blood loss to use European Qi to save one's life?

Anyway, save it for the lottery draw...

However, now is not the time to complain.

Seeing that the Mole was still alive, he asked immediately.

Can your tank be repaired?!

The engine should be hopeless, but the on-board capacitor should be fine. Connect all the broken wires and it'll be over... probably. Seeing the big brother who repaired the car turned around and rolled his eyes, the mole was behind him again. Added a word.

Irena swallowed.

Then...what to do now?

The Mole took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Can you see that Prowler?

Irena picked up the binoculars hanging around her neck and looked around.

After a while, he replied.

I can't see... Wait, there is a lot of smoke in the southwest direction, and it is heading towards us!

Well, I guess I heard your gunshot, and I guess he will come to have a look. Mole said.

The elf king Fugui who was lying next to Irena also looked over there, and interjected in a muttering voice.

It's weird... Doesn't the iron bump engine generate heat? Why can't I see any heat source?

He felt strange just now.

The other tanks were glowing white with heat.

Only the Prowler was completely black in his thermal vision.

It's normal not to be able to see the heat source, but it's not normal to be able to see it.

Mole took a deep breath, and continued slowly, Listen well... Whether we succeed or not, we still have one more chance, and only one.

The brothers in the regiment fell silent, waiting for his order.

Mole paused and continued.

Your current position, there is a light tank that broke down on the northwest side... If I remember correctly, it was destroyed by 155.

Irena asked immediately.

Then what?

Mole: Find a way to activate it!

Irena was dumbfounded.

Damn... I've never driven a tank before.

As he said that, he quickly looked at Elf King Fugui beside him, trying to see the reliable expression on this guy's face, but the latter also looked bewildered.

Alliance trucks are not difficult to drive, as long as you have hands.

But tanks are another story.

What's more, it's not their own tank, but the opposite one.

but……

To the Mole it didn't matter.

He didn't expect the 60mm small water pipe of the Conqueror V to pose any threat to the Prowler tank.

Taking a deep breath, he said seriously.

It doesn't matter! Just follow my command...

...

On the Gobi Desert.

Hearing the news that the infantry was approaching the enemy, Stan commanded the driver to turn around and head towards the sand dunes to the northeast.

There's a wrecked Union tank there.

However, unlike other tanks, it did not burst into flames like a lighter, but simply lay down on the reverse slope of the dune.

As the Alliance tanks scattered and fled, Stan didn't have time to confirm the damage, so he handed it over to the infantry of the 1st Motorized Thousand.

However, he never expected...

The crap can't even do that well.

...Eleventh Infantry, report your situation immediately!

On the other end of the communication channel, there is only the sound of electric current.

From the gunshot just now to the present, he has waited for a long time but he has not waited for a response.

Stan's eyes were burning with anger, and he couldn't help cursing.

This bunch of trash...

Throwing the communicator to the shelf next to the kettle, he pressed the switch again, activated the Meissner effect armor, and gave an order to the driver.

Target northeast, keep moving at a speed of thirty yards!

The driver replied cleanly.

receive!

There was no one in the billowing yellow sand in the distance, but he could not mistakenly heard the gunshots a few minutes ago, and reckoned that it should be the driver who climbed out of the tank, struggling for death.

Stan didn't take those fish that slipped through the net seriously. What made him angry was that the infantry couldn't even do this job of cleaning the battlefield.

What a waste to give these bastards the tanks of His Majesty the Great Marshal!

The goal is getting closer.

Eyes glued to the sights, Stan kicks the driver's seat, which knowingly stops the tank.

not far away.

At the foot of the sand dunes 2 kilometers away, the wreckage of a desert-colored tank lay quietly.

There was a large twisted hole printed on the lower armor, which was directly pierced through.

The turret slumped there motionless, the same as it had been more than an hour ago.

With this level of damage, the tank is undoubtedly scrapped, but the occupants inside may not necessarily be killed directly, and there is still a half probability of surviving.

Looking at the ten corpses 200 meters in front of the wreckage of the tank, Stan smiled coldly in his heart.

There are no footprints around the tank.

No blood either.

The surviving crew member probably hid in the tank and pretended to be dead.

Reload the high-explosive bomb. Stan ordered in a cold voice, intending to send the opponent to the last leg.

receive!

The loader sitting in the car body quickly pulled out the armor-piercing projectile in the barrel, replaced it with a projectile with a warhead painted orange, and stuffed it into the barrel.

However, just as Stan was about to add a high-explosive bomb to the wreckage of the tank, the side armor was suddenly hit.

call out--!

A short and crisp sound scraped across the car body.

It's not so much a cannon, it's better to say that a toothpick was scratched on the blackboard.

From the sound, one can guess that the caliber of this shell may not even be 100mm.

Stan clicked his tongue impatiently, and signaled the driver to turn the vehicle 60 degrees to the left, facing the direction of the shell.

However, when he saw the tank through the scope, he was slightly stunned.

Conqueror 5?

That's our tank?

The driver also noticed the problem, and looked back at Stan suspiciously.

Stan frowned, but soon realized what was happening, and sneered and opened the weapon safety.

...just a few bugs struggling to die.

Who does the 60mm small water pipe look down upon?

Still lying there motionless.

It is estimated that these people didn't even figure out how to drive the tank!

At the same time, in the targeted Conqueror V light tank, Irena was frantically stuffing shells into the barrel.

While pulling down the breech breech, he did not forget to shout to Brother Fugui who was sitting on the breech.

Did you hit it?

Hitted! The Elf King Fugui casually replied with his eyes glued to the sight.

Elena asked curiously.

is that useful?

There's... a hammer!

Looking at the prowler tank with the barrel facing it, the face of Elf King Fugui turned green in an instant.

Although he knew that he would not die, even though he knew that this was the game world, being pointed at by that black muzzle still made him flustered.

That terrifying sense of coercion goes straight to the depths of the soul...

He seemed to have seen the end of being blasted into a pile of slag.

Nimma...is this mole okay?

Seeing the stiff expression on his face, Irena already guessed something, and said delicately.

It's meaningless to ask this, I can only trust him once... In short, do it again before you die?

MMP...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

At the moment when the fire flashed in the shot, he pulled the trigger almost reflexively.

The tongue of flame sprayed out by the small 60mm water pipe almost licked the warhead of the high-explosive bomb.

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the turret!

The two of them didn't even hear the explosion sound from the steel, they were sieved by the fragments falling from the inside of the steel and the shrapnel poured into the car body.

This time, it doesn't matter whether it is the agility system or the constitution system, they are all dead.

but--

Stan, who destroyed them, didn't have time to ridicule his opponent's self-control, and the sneer on his lips froze forever on his face.

The angular wedge-shaped armor was folded inward in a twisted posture, and the 20-kilogram steel needle was like a mallet hitting a rice cake, directly blasting the car body into two pieces.

The last frame that stayed on his retina was the blasted turret and the flames of the explosion.

until death...

He didn't even know what happened.

At the same time, in the scrapped No. 2 B-type tank destroyer, electric sparks were jumping, and the strength brother who had been dead for more than an hour was flailing his bloody legs.

The capacitor that had just been repaired was completely scrapped this time.

The driver of the physique department who was lying next to him to overhaul the equipment was also convulsed by the electric shock, and he thumped for a long time before regaining his senses, and almost couldn't even come back.

He shook his head.

As soon as the player regained consciousness, he hurriedly crawled to the side of the observation window of the driver's seat, and anxiously moved his eyes up to take a look.

When he saw the burning flame on the dune, he was shocked.

...What the hell!?

Blunting a curse, he suddenly turned his head to look at the commander sitting under the turret.

It's done...?

Hmm... Mole was also shocked enough, but because of the distance, it was not as exaggerated as him.

Awesome!!! The player swallowed, clenched his fists excitedly and asked, Brother, how did you do it?

Mole, who was leaning on the seat, completely relaxed his tense shoulders, and spoke to him patiently.

The Meissner effect is not limited to superconductors close to the magnetic field. The force against the change of magnetic flux also acts on superconductors far away from the magnetic field...so at the moment when the cannon is fired, the field must be released, otherwise the phase-changing projectile will not fly at all. Get out. It has two options, either turn off the magnetic field, or turn off the field that makes the phase transition in the conductor.

No matter which option it is, as long as Newton's coffin is still covered ... that is the best shooting window.

Just fire the moment it fires, just hit it before its armor regenerates...and hopefully knock it out.

After a pause, he continued.

Of course...this is just my speculation.

Also thanks to the Meissner effect armor.

If it is a deflector shield, then this kind of thing is beyond the scope of high school physics.

If he doesn't even understand the principle, he's really lost.

Although he was dumbfounded, the physique player still swallowed.

...but you guessed it.

Mole nodded and smiled weakly.

To be precise, I made the right bet...

Without the protection of the Meissner effect armor, no matter how thick the alloy armor is, it is just a piece of paper in front of the 60 megajoule electromagnetic gun.

The moment the index finger releases the switch.

He felt his back was drenched with sweat, but there was still a relieved smile on his face.

Although they suffered heavy casualties, the Skeleton Corps finally wiped out the tank troops on the opposite side, and even destroyed the almost impossible to destroy the Prowlers...

Although it is impossible to fail to arrive at the airport on time, this is already the best result he can achieve.

At least 15 more tank reinforcements passed by.

And the toughest prowlers have been dealt with.

With the micromanagement of Ace Pilot, it should not be a big problem to persist for a few minutes.

I don't know if the manager can see his efforts, anyway, he has already seen the golden pop-up window in his hallucination.

[Congratulations to The Mole on the Run in the Canyon... Wait for the players to take the first kill on the Prowler tank! 】

Can leave such a line on the monument of the Union——

This life is worth it!

...

On the other side, a distant and peaceful world.

No matter how fierce the battle on the front line is, the atmosphere here is always the most relaxed, and it is a common haven for players and cloud players.

Irena, who has been offline, has already had melons with everyone in the forum.

Hearing that the mole was planning to single out the Prowler, the cloud players who were still discussing the boss's weakness just now asked Professor Ait Yang to come over and make a bet for everyone.

Irena: Don't gamble, the mole hasn't come down for so long, I guess 80% of it has been settled, isn't the opening of the market at this time giving money. (Funny)

At this time, the mosquito suddenly interjected cheaply.

How do you know that he is not embarrassed to go to the forum because he is ashamed?

Ye Shi: Damn! It makes sense!

Xinghe does not fall asleep: Ahem, big brothers of the Skeleton Corps, where are you guys? The tank fell into the pit? The chewing gum I was waiting for was going to be chewed into rubber.

Irena: Ahem, we encountered an armored division, but it has been dealt with... By the way, why did you get down? What's the situation with you?

Xinghe does not fall asleep: Hey, Mofa, we were bitten by a fighter jet, and it is enough to dodge a round of machine guns and a missile that I don't know.

Yaya: Isn't the nuclear bomb about to take off? Σ(゜ロ゜;)

Fujito: !!!

Don't talk about it: I rely on it!?

The life professional players peeking at the screen were instantly blasted out.

Xinghe does not fall asleep: Ahem, I shot the last missile to the airport before I lost the connection. Although the range is a bit beyond... But it shouldn't be a big problem!

Elven King Fugui: A missile? Is it powerful enough?

Xinghe does not fall into dreams: Metal hydrogen charge, brother! That is metal hydrogen! It must be enough! T.T

It doesn't even need to hit the plane, as long as the runway is blown out, the plane will naturally be unable to fly.

Irena: Hey, that's good. By the way, where is Luo Yu? Why didn't you see that guy? (Funny)

Xinghe does not fall into a dream: emmm... I don't know, I am also wondering.