This Game Is Too Realistic

Hastily rushed to the position.

The Zhandi guy took out his binoculars and glanced at the opposite side. He vaguely caught a glimpse of the person who came, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

fine.

I am the darkest.

It seems that this time it is the Stormtroopers.

Compared with those reckless men in the Death Corps, this wave should be able to perform at least.

I saw a hundred or so people lying on the ground 500 meters away, using the bunkers on the high and low slopes to plan foxholes with shovels, planning to dig forward while digging.

Seeing the brothers acting so hard, the Zhandi guy also decided to show some real skills, and looked at Beaufort who was aside and gave a serious order.

Don't rush to fire, wait until they get closer!

Yes, sir!

Nodding his head in command, Beaufort couldn't help complaining in his heart, who on earth started chug yesterday from a long distance away.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the boss kick the machine gunner's ass.

Get out of the way, I'll come.

The machine gunner was stunned for two seconds, then quickly stood up and let go of the only heavy machine gun in the entire centurion.

Seeing that the boss was about to step up to the machine gun position again, Beaufort wanted to persuade him dumbfounded, but before his hand touched his shoulder, he heard two sudden gunshots.

Two skims of dust rose in the distance.

Beaufort stared blankly at his superior.

...sir?

Looking at the smoking barrel, the warfield guy coughed and said embarrassedly.

Cough... I just tried to feel it, and accidentally caught fire.

After that, he glared at the machine gunner beside him.

Why is the insurance not turned off?

The machine gunner who was reprimanded in the head had an aggrieved expression on his face, and he held back the grievance in his stomach for a long time.

Sir, you told me yesterday that I should open the insurance when I see someone.

The warlord froze for a moment.

Did I tell you?

Machine gunner: ...

Beaufort: ...

Although only two shots were fired, the clone soldiers in the trench followed the guns out of the trench as if they had heard the signal, and pulled the trigger towards the opposite side, no matter how far away they were.

Only the sound of crackling was connected on the ground, and the gunshots sounded like New Year's Eve, but it was loud with thunder and little rain.

These clone soldiers are not very smart, and their long-range hit rate is not ordinary hip-pull.

It is for this reason that almost no officer will issue automatic weapons to clone infantry, which is purely logistical torture.

But even so, hundreds of people fired in one direction at the same time, and the firepower network formed still had a certain deterrent effect.

The bullets whizzed towards me suddenly, startled me who was digging the foxhole, and quickly lowered my head, for fear of being sent away by the stray bullets.

The newcomers next to them are completely different.

Although he was also taken aback, it was a completely different style of painting.

The bullet landed less than half a meter away from the head.

Dazzled by the splashing sand, he shrank his head subconsciously for An, but soon an expression of excitement appeared on his face.

Mom, this is so exciting!

Instead of being afraid, he even stretched out his hand to search for the spot where the bullet landed, and actually found a distorted bullet embedded in the soil.

The expression of discovering the new world suddenly appeared on the face of the buried, his eyes were wide open.

Damn it! This FPS game can even find bullet heads!

And it's still hot!

Just focus on this detail, will he blow it up!

Ah Nie next to him glanced at him, and soon realized something was wrong.

Brother, where is your gun?

Embarrassed with a smile.

I didn't get it!

Ah Nie was startled.

Fuck! Then what are you doing here?

Don't you still have a shovel here? Rutu Wei'an winked and smiled, then glanced at the one on his back, It's okay, I'll use yours when you die.

A pinch: ???

At this moment, he suddenly heard a whoosh in his left ear, and the hot touch almost flew past his earlobe.

The bullet missed him.

Instead, it hit another player twenty meters behind him.

Woo--!

Exaggerated screams echoed in the open space, and a blood hole was instantly imprinted on the player's shoulder, and the tiger's body shook violently, and then, as if a mask of pain had been revealed, it twisted on the ground like an earthworm. lump.

After twisting and turning for a long time, I suddenly saw that people around me were looking at me, that guy couldn't continue acting, so he smiled embarrassingly and stopped.

Hey, I forgot, it doesn't seem to be in pain... Does any of you have a bandage? The blood is coming out.

I rolled my eyes the darkest and took my eyes away from this guy.

It's okay to have a bandage.

The person who is about to die needs a hammer bandage.

Seeing the crackling gunshots in front of me, I pulled out my pistol the most, fired a shot in front, and shouted loudly.

Brothers! Move the shovel and dig hard! Don't stop—!

Nana's!

The battlefield guy is not a human being!

Giving the head to him like this always feels cheap to this guy.

Must give him some color and see!

My darkest eyeballs rolled around, and suddenly I had an idea in my heart, and I yelled.

The boss of section G53-7 is right ahead! Catch that guy named Pangolin, kill him, and reward 1,000 silver coins!

As soon as they heard that 1,000 silver coins were rewarded, the newbies who lay down were instantly excited!

Several people almost didn't stand up, their shoulders had just lifted half an inch, and they were suppressed by the firepower from the front position.

But apart from the reckless, there are also more rational players among these newcomers, who yelled at me the darkest and asked.

Boss, how do you turn on the ID mode?

This sentence confuses me the most.

What, display ID mode?

That Mengxin took it for granted.

That's right! It's just to show the name of the character, otherwise how would I know which one is pangolin?

As soon as I heard this, I reacted the darkest immediately.

Yes.

The newcomers have never seen that guy.

Don't worry too much about it, you just grab the ugliest hammer with the flat nose and long—

As soon as the voice fell, a ball of blood mist exploded on my darkest forehead, and I was disconnected before I could groan.

Seeing that the commander was killed in battle, all the buddies were dumbfounded.

Fuck...

Brother?

The head shattered into a watermelon, and the person was obviously cold.

Ah Nie looked at the buried peace lying beside him with a dazed expression.

What... what should we do now?

Rutu swallowed for An.

Don't ask me... I want to be quiet.

The truck that brought them had already left.

There was only one small motorcycle left crookedly behind, it seemed to be the commander's own, and he probably rode it when he planned to charge.

A player of the strength department gritted his teeth, unable to bear the grievance of being suppressed by the enemy's firepower, let alone digging holes endlessly, let out a roar.

Brothers! Go!

Avenge my blackest brother!

This voice immediately got the response of countless robes, and the players got up from the ground one by one.

Those with guns inserted bayonets, those without guns held shovels, and accompanied by the roar of mountains and tsunamis, they launched a fearless charge.

Come on!

Aww!

Explode gold coins, dog!

It turns out.

A hundred people spread out and rush forward, which is somewhat more useful than running forward in groups.

And these newcomers are not completely without their own thinking.

Seeing someone being sent away by a machine gun, the others quickly changed their minds and began to move in snakeskin.

However, it turns out that this common operation in FPS games is useless in almost completely real virtual reality games.

That is a machine gun with a rate of 600 fires per minute!

Not to mention that the person holding the machine gun is a second-awakened, three-stage agility sequence boss.

In just one minute, until the last person fell 50 meters away from the position, the entire centurion was killed.

And as these newcomers went offline collectively, death summary posts appeared one after another on the forums of another world.

Hey, it really should be digging trenches honestly...

Yeah...so fucking stupid to leave the bunker.

Even if you want to charge, you have to have the right time... I found that the rifle on the other side is actually not very accurate, but that machine gun is too good!

Next time, we have to find a way to use the whole cannon, at least get rid of that machine gun!

Who yelled that loudly?

I remember being a fool of the strength department.

Fuck! Who are you calling stupid?!

It's you! XX! Stupid batch!

%￥#@!

...

Unlike the cute newcomers who are crying and howling, this time the battlefield guys are quite happy.

The courier sent by the indebted big eyes before was not sincere at all. This time, Mengxin will not only dig holes, but also perform shows for him. It is really quite distracting.

In order to express his gratitude, he deliberately found a place that was out of the way and went offline, went to the forum to boast a few words, but when he clicked on the forum, he almost spit out a mouthful of Coke.

Good guy.

This is how to brush yourself as a BOSS!

I don't know who started it, but the whole forum is spreading the rumor that killing a pangolin can explode 1,000 silver coins.

Seeing those players chatting more and more heatedly, the content getting more and more serious, and some people even proposed to get a big sugar Ivan, his palms were sweating unconsciously.

Quickly cut to the previously created group, Aite recruited several alliance commanders.

What's the situation with you? Didn't you agree to give me the head? Why did you explode my gold coins?!

I'm the darkest: Damn! You bastard finally came out, you were too ruthless just now, didn't you? You didn't finish your sentence!

The battlefield atmosphere group: Ahem... I saw you fired a shot, and thought you were urging me to send you away quickly.

Mole on the run in the canyon: Hahahaha!

I am the darkest: @#% # !

Battlefield atmosphere group: Put your stuff aside first, whoever is going to take care of those cute newcomers, give the head honestly, don't spoil my brother's good deeds.

Spring Water Commander: Why do you want to control it? I think it's pretty good. Didn't you think yesterday's wave was too deliberate? It's so real, isn't it? (smirk)

Big Eyes in Debt: That's right! I just thought about it, it's so fucking stupid to just give away the head.

I am the darkest: +1, not to mention you are a strong man in the twenties, and you are still worried about being overturned by a few cute newbies?

Seeing that these dogs were still booing, the Zhandi guy almost stopped spraying, and typed at the speed of light.

Damn! Don't you look at what they are discussing!

Commander Quanshui: Don't worry, I won't send them powerful weapons, just a few rifles at the bottom of the box... At worst, you hide in the bomb hole and let those clones go up.

Battlefield atmosphere group: ...

Paddle on the edge: Suddenly I became interested, so it's our turn tomorrow. (smirk)

Juvenile Construction Site and Brick: I will lead the team! (smirk)

Seeing that smirking expression, the Zhandi guy only felt his chrysanthemum tighten.

Seeing that he had been offline for more than ten minutes, he turned off the computer cursingly, put on his helmet and went back online.

...

that night.

The headquarters of the 53rd defense area, Kerway finally received a report from the front line.

And when he saw the report sent by section 7, he was stunned.

...The ammunition in section 7 is exhausted?! What's the situation?

He had only been there during the day yesterday, and he had checked the supply situation on the front line. It stands to reason that the amount of ammunition for a standard unit is still good.

Why is it that the ammunition is not enough for 48 hours? !

Is this using bullets as peanuts?

The officer who reported the situation continued with a serious expression.

In the past two days, the alliance has sent small groups of troops to raid the No. 7 section of our defense zone twice in a row.

Kerway didn't doubt that his pangolin would cheat on this kind of thing, but he still couldn't help asking.

The matter is true?

The officer nodded.

I specially sent someone to the front line to check...the untreated corpses outside the trenches are always fake. According to the battle reports they provided, they wiped out more than 250 enemies and seized more than 240 rifles in the past two days One, one pistol, nearly 6,000 rounds of ammunition.

After a pause, he continued.

The captured weapons have already been sent to the logistics department... Some of the weapons need to be repaired, but they should be usable after repairing them.

Didn't listen to those words at all.

When he heard that there were more than two hundred and fifty enemies annihilated, Kerway's eyes widened instantly, and he stood up from his chair with a bang.

Good guy!

More than two hundred and fifty people!

Two teams of 10,000 people set up a battle line to shoot at each other, and they may not be able to achieve this record even if they shoot for a day.

His first reaction was not that the pangolin used soldiers like a god, but was the alliance commander crazy?

After calming down, he turned his gaze to the strategic map, pondered for a long time, and suddenly a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.

...Are they using this method to exclude dissidents?

The officer standing next to him looked slightly hesitant, but nodded quickly.

This possibility cannot be ruled out.

After all, the alliance is not alone. General Griffin sent them an ultimatum. They will definitely split into two voices, the main battle and the main peace, on whether to negotiate a ceasefire.

Colway could even guess.

The reason for the main peace is nothing more than the fact that the alliance is weak and its size is too small compared to the legion. If it turns into a full-scale war, it may not last for three days.

This is indeed true.

Whether it is the expedition to the Great Rift Valley, the seizure of the Pioneer, or the subsequent invasion of Luoxia Province, it is not the overall will of the legion.

Including the assistance of enterprises to the alliance, for enterprises, it is only a trivial matter among many affairs.

If a full-scale war broke out, it would be difficult to say who would have an advantage over the legion or the enterprise, but he had no doubt that the tiny alliance would not be able to survive a single round.

But even so, there must be voices from the main combat faction within the alliance.

After all, although it is difficult to speculate on the specific situation of the army's supplies, it is not difficult to guess that there are problems in general.

Based on this guess, if he is the main peace faction within the alliance, he will definitely say something like this to the main battle faction——

‘Since you are so confident in winning the second half, then you can bring someone up yourself. Or at least come up with evidence to prove that the Legion is indeed unable to fight anymore. '

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the alliance has resorted to the stupid trick of refueling tactics.

Staring at the strategic map on the table, Coleway squinted his eyes, with a smile on his lips.

It's a pity that they picked the wrong opponent and ran into one of my titans.

After all, he saw the officer.

Half the ammunition in Section 6 and Section 5, and allocate it to Section 7! Make sure they don't let them see that we are false!

The officer hesitated.

But... what if they adjust their tactics next time and attack other lines of defense?

Kerway chuckled, with a confident expression on his face.

Since it's a test of reality, it's impossible to use a hammer here and there. It must be a point to break the surface. I'm sure they'll come back in two days!

Anyway.

Dead people don't have fakes.

Being able to use a little bit of ammunition to consume the most resolute resistance on the other side is a profit no matter how you think about it!

Not only that, this method can support war with war.

The enemy can never come empty-handed, and the weapons and ammunition they bring can also be recycled!

Don't rush to send the seized equipment and ammunition to the maintenance team. After I have drawn up the battle report, send them to the higher command! Let them find a way to distribute some ammunition for us!

The officer's eyes lit up.

This is a great idea!

One hundred thousand troops are lined up on the front line, and there are always a few teams defending areas that are not very critical, or are relatively rearward, and are not so easy to be attacked.

As long as the headquarters is aware of the situation here, they will definitely send some ammunition to them!

Thinking of this, the officer immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute, and said excitedly.

yes!

The news is reported layer by layer.

Within two days, it really spread to Griffin.

He was not surprised that the Alliance sent a small force to raid the Legion's defenses.

Strategic prudence does not conflict with tactical boldness.

And that ultimatum was only a unilateral notification from his side, not a serious ceasefire agreement, and he never expected that the alliance would be so scared by a piece of paper that they didn't even dare to shoot.

If I were the commander on the opposite side, I would also send a small group of forces to test it out, to see how much the opponent was worth, and if I dared to clamor for myself to pay the price.

But the centurion named pangolin is a bit interesting.

Griffin looked at his resume.

Although it was promoted by that idiot McLenne, and he was from the army, but his ability and loyalty are really worth mentioning.

He hunted and killed the two-story Mother of Death Claw by himself, and when he was defeated, he took his commander across the desert, broke through the enemy's encirclement and returned to the rear.

Whether it is loyalty or bravery, they are perfect and impeccable, even to the point that even he can't help admiring them.

Decentralizing such talents to the front line is simply a waste.

As long as he is a Weilante, or has half of the Weilante blood, I have transferred him to the personal guard as the captain.

The distrust of aliens is inherent in the Villant, and the reason can be traced back to the early days of the Wasteland Era.

Is there something wrong with this person? The adjutant standing next to Griffin hesitated, I always feel...he played too smoothly.

Griffin tapped lightly on the table with his index finger.

I can't rule out this possibility. Even the Willant people may betray us, let alone a foreign race? But so far, I haven't seen any other problems except for his big appetite. I won't be arbitrary. Use your instincts to dispose of someone who deserves credit.

Since the pangolin brought Kerway back, his subordinates have been monitoring that man, and found that he was normal except that he was able to eat better and took a longer time to go to the toilet. He didn't even go out of the camp gate once. .

If such a person has problems, then the suspects can't be counted on two hands.

Griffin thought for a moment, then he had an idea in his mind, and he looked at the officer standing at the gate of the camp and ordered.

Send a telegram to the front line. Be sure to give priority to the ammunition in the G53 defense zone! The alliance is very likely to launch a retaliatory counterattack against the G53-7 defense zone. We must not let them see that there is a problem with our ammunition supply!

Also, send field reporters to the defense area G53-7.

After a pause, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Such a heroic record should not be left in the headquarters, but should be electrified to the entire army!

Everyone must know!

...

The heroic deeds of the G53-7 defense zone and the pangolin are undoubtedly the rain after a long drought for the Falcon and Legion coalition forces who lost the alliance and lost the No. 9 oasis.

Although a large number of grassroots officers expressed doubts about this record, they couldn't find any faults after seeing the photos taken by reporters.

That appearance and physique is obviously not a resident of Luoxia Province, after all, this credit is not made up by ordinary people...

In a certain defense area, in the barracks, several soldiers gathered together, chatting about the broadcast they heard during dinner just now and the newspaper that was delivered to the barracks recently.

Have you heard? Defense zone G53 wiped out another centurion yesterday!

Is that the pangolin? I know him! I heard that when he was following McLenne in the southern part of the River Valley Province, he once killed a five-story-high Deathclaw with his bare hands!

Barehands?! Didn't I hear that you took a weapon? A muscular soldier's eyes widened, with disbelief written all over his face.

He is also a well-known ruthless person in the team, but his highest record is just killing a two-person Deathclaw.

And still with guns and traps.

The bragging soldier pouted.

It doesn't matter! What kind of weapon is like a toothpick in front of monsters of that level? The monsters that the Iron Heart can't deal with are dealt with by him. Alliance? Hehe, how many people come here are not enough to kill him.

A soldier who didn't speak from the beginning to the end couldn't help expressing a sincere emotion.

Scary...

At the same time, Comrade Pangolin, who was staying in the G53-7 defense area, was not as happy as he was at the beginning, and he couldn't even smile at all.

It's not because he killed one of his own people.

Although there is still a silent mourning for him, it is really comfortable to accept the head with a machine gun. And because I am performing an undercover mission, I will not be punished by the manager no matter what I do, and I don't have to intentionally put water on those cute newcomers.

Others would raise their guns an inch higher when they were undercover, and they would not kill if they could not kill someone. As an undercover agent, he not only killed him, but he also shot the corpse twice more in case he didn't get killed.

However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the alliance's offensive was getting more and more fierce.

Or to be more precise.

It was the new people who grew up.

Especially those Mengxin who have already died once, after experiencing the painful three-day withdrawal, they deeply realized the hard-won life.

Ever since, they, who didn't want to die at the speed of light, finally took a serious attitude. Under the training of the old players, they quickly mastered the skills of surviving on the battlefield.

Although these newcomers are not very skilled, when a group of people get serious, they still bring a lot of trouble to Comrade Pangolin's work.

Originally, it only took one shuttle to send a person away, but now it takes at least two shuttles.

And you have to always be on guard against the dirty tricks used by those newcomers.

For example, in the latest offensive, this group of rookies even used gas tank ammunition, and an earthen cannon almost knocked out his machine gun position.

Fortunately, that thing has no other advantages other than being louder, it only killed a few clone soldiers and a ten-man commander.

And Quanshui's explanation for this is-Meng Xin made this by himself with the munitions in the warehouse, the sugar and gas tanks in the kitchen, and the fertilizer bought from the fellow villagers.

He almost believed it!

If there is no expert advice behind this, he will eat a pile of Xie Te on the spot!

The newbies fought stronger and stronger, and gradually felt a little bit of difficulty in the battlefield.

Especially when he suddenly found out dumbfoundingly that he was not only treated as a dungeon boss by these newbies, but also by those commanders who regarded him as a military training instructor and dumped all the newbies to him to train.

Good guy.

He wished he had done three jobs alone!

It's a big loss to only pay one wage!

In the blast hole.

Looking at the depressed captain, Beaufort swallowed and asked nervously.

Captain, how many people have we...killed these days?

The warlord, who was upset, replied casually.

More than a thousand, what's the matter?

Beaufort said grimly.

Captain, the ammunition of our brothers has bottomed out, and all the troops from the Thousand-Man Squad will be used up! There will be no more supplies coming...I'm afraid we can only go up and fight them with bayonets.

The Zhandi guy was about to reply impatiently, then he would fight the bayonet.

But at this moment, a sentry ran in hastily and said happily.

Report sir! The supply truck is here!

The Zhandi guy was stunned for a moment, and then the dark clouds swept away from his face, and he stood up from his chair overjoyed.

No, the ammunition is here.

Beaufort was also stunned, looking at the captain with disbelief, his eyes were different from before.

The whole army is short of ammunition, and ammunition can be evened out and sent here.

Could this guy be the illegitimate son of some big boss...

The field guy smiled, picked up the officer's cap and put it on.

Let's go, look at our spoils—cough, go for supplies!

A group of people came outside the barracks. There were more than a dozen trucks parked on the side of the road, and the boxes were full of ammunition.

Seeing the ten captains happily unload boxes of ammunition from the car, the sorrow on Beaufort's face was also swept away, and his eyes were filled with excitement and excitement.

...This must be the ammunition for a thousand-man team!

The corner of the Zhandi guy's mouth also turned up, coughed lightly, and said in a pretentious manner.

It seems that the higher ups attach great importance to us.

Beaufort hastily grinned and offered a flattery.

Of course...you are a war hero now, and your heroic deeds were still commended on the broadcast yesterday! I heard that the news had already spread throughout the entire army, and maybe the battle reports were sent to Triumph City.

He didn't take this compliment seriously, and the Zhandi guy just laughed.

Hahaha, you also have credit!

Patting the adjutant on the shoulder, the Warlander stepped forward, picked up two boxes and glanced at them, and suddenly noticed the numbers on the boxes.

G40-1, G40-2...

This is……

Zone number?

Suddenly realizing something, a look of interest floated in the Zhandi guy's eyes.

Quietly letting go of the truck in front of him, he turned to the one at the end of the line, picked two boxes at random, and opened the blind box for inspection.

Very coincidental.

The tail numbers are also 1 and 2.

However, the previous number has become G41.

Seeing this, the Zhandi guy was shocked.

Good guy.

Still a serial number? !