This Game Is Too Realistic

Yot had no doubts.

Even the Deathclaw, which has made countless wastelanders frightened, has to go around in the face of the strafing of the quadruple 10mm cannon.

However--

When a quadruple anti-aircraft gun is facing thousands of Deathclaws, the positions of the two sides are completely opposite.

Ahhh!!!

The soldiers squatting behind the anti-aircraft guns held the trigger firmly, and let out streaks of orange-yellow tracers towards the foot of the mountain, trying to prevent the herd of animals from rushing up the mountain.

However, in the face of the death claws coming like a tide, the tongue of fire from the muzzle was like a candle flickering in the dark.

It seems that it will disappear in the silent storm at any time.

And it is true--

The roar of the machine gun didn't even last for two seconds. A drone retracted its wings and suddenly fell from the sky.

Before the three soldiers guarding the anti-aircraft cannon came back to their senses, the burst of fire engulfed them together with the anti-aircraft cannon.

The flames of the explosion bloomed on the high ground.

Seeing the machine gun that turned into a mass of twisted steel, the soldiers in the trenches beside them were dumbfounded, and then a fear arose from the bottom of their hearts.

What's that?! a ten captain exclaimed, twisting the muzzle of the gun back and forth towards the sky.

Suicide drone! Jot's eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and he shouted and ordered, Be careful of those buzzing things! Don't let them get close to the anti-aircraft guns!

The remaining three quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns began to shoot at the sky, trying to shoot down the roaring drones.

However, this kind of random firing is obviously futile for drones that are immersively operated by intelligence players.

Soon two more anti-aircraft guns were sent away, leaving only the last one on the entire high ground.

Just when Yot didn't know what to do, the commander Simond on the side yelled at his subordinates.

Use EMP!

Yotte was startled, and said hastily.

But our radar—

I can't control that much anymore! Simmond pushed him away and shouted in the direction of the mortar position, Quick!

After receiving the commander's order, a ten-man commander had already rushed to the edge of the mortar position, and quickly dug out a blue-marked shell from the box.

The butt holding the cannonball slammed on the ground, and then he threw it into the air forcefully, and then fell down on the ground.

The whole set of actions was done in one go.

The dust from the explosion rushed upwards quickly, and the cracked shrapnel swished among the sandbags.

The energy detonated by the explosive is converted into a pulsed microwave with a peak power of gigawatts through a microwave device!

A short hum ran through the entire battlefield, forming a transient pulse voltage of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of volts on countless protected or unprotected conductors.

A cluster of tiny flames sprang from an electrical distribution box in the center of the camp, and the entire plateau fell into darkness, only to be relit by flares.

At the same time, the unexploded four-rotor drones approaching the low altitude also fell to the ground like dumplings.

Insulation is broken down, fuses are blown, radar screens fail, electrical components burn out, electronic system storage melts down...all in a flash.

The entire battlefield instantly returned from the post-Cold War era to World War II and even World War I. All communication equipment has lost its function, and communication is completely dependent on roar.

In the col five hundred meters away, I rolled my eyes and almost lost the connection, and took off the earphones I was wearing on my head cursingly.

Crap! These guys played hard enough!

He looks at VM.

A snow-white screen has appeared on it.

Although the Vital Signs Monitor has a certain resistance to EMP, it is only for EMP weapons dropped in a wide area and the incidental EMP damage of nuclear explosions.

For such a close-range burst of electromagnetic pulses, the pressure is not small.

At least the fuse won't hold.

A Mengxin from the Department of Intelligence patted his VM in bewilderment. Seeing that the screen was completely frozen, he murmured.

Damn...why give me the system interface is gone!

It's probably EMP, just change the fuse, it's not a big problem! Big Eye took off the VM and threw it on the ground, Get ready to charge!

Are we also enrolled in the Department of Intelligence? The newcomer was stunned.

Nonsense, rolled his eyes at that guy, and picked up the rifle on the ground with big eyes, Summoner will stop fighting without the blue bar, brothers, come with me!

Aww!

Seeing that the team leaders were all on board, several intelligence players also picked up their rifles one after another, recalling the posture they learned from the pangolin, and charged towards the opposite highland 330.

Due to the failure of the communication device, there was chaos on the battlefield. Apart from roars and shouts, there were endless gunshots and explosions.

Apart from a few drone operators, the most affected by the EMP is undoubtedly the wolf cavalry unit, and the nerve connection equipment installed on the back of Deathclaw's neck has been seriously affected.

However, only some of them are affected.

Most of the deathclaws have been domesticated by players. Even without the intervention of neural connection equipment, they are used to obeying and can still execute the orders of their owners.

But there are also some who are out of control due to injury or aroused ferocity.

Once something goes out of control, in order to avoid the chain reaction caused by it, even if they are reluctant to give up, the player can only reluctantly replace his mount.

The high ground is ahead!

dash forward!!!

He tore off the malfunctioning headset, took out the charging whistle with a stroke of water, held it in his mouth, and blew it with all his strength.

The piercing whistle resounded throughout the entire position, and completely ignited the blood in everyone's hearts.

Kill!

For the Alliance!!!

The high slope of hundreds of meters is fleeting.

Urging his mount to rush forward, paddling water on the edge and sticking to the back of Death Claw, he rushed to the front, aimed at the nearest trench on the hillside, and then threw the prepared wooden handle grenade.

bomb!

Hearing the order to drop bombs, the wolf cavalry in the front row threw out the grenades in their hands one after another, and some took out the whirlwind grenade launcher.

It was a weapon produced by Goblin Technology. It imitated the wheel design of the MGL grenade launcher. It could empty all six grenades within three seconds, and instantly fired a wave of mid-range suppression firepower.

Flames from explosions lit the trenches.

Dozens of Willant soldiers were killed on the spot, and the remaining one retreated in horror, trying to retreat to the rear line of defense, but before he could climb out of the half-dug trench, he was caught by the galloping wolf. The cavalry lifted the skull with a sapper shovel.

Seeing the Deathclaw rushing to the position from the southwest side, the Willant soldiers squatting in the trench widened their eyes.

What kind of monster is that?!

Death Claw! It's Death Claw!

The demon that lives in the swamp or the rainforest...

They never dreamed that they would see them in the desert, let alone that these alien species standing at the top of the food chain were used as mounts by barbarians!

But there is no time for them to think at this moment, the glaring bayonet and the flickering gun flames have already hit their faces!

A team of ten was submerged under the iron hooves of the wolf cavalry in an instant.

Followed by a whole trench!

These rampant monsters on the battlefield simply ignored the terrain. They were like cuirassiers flying over the roof and walls, and every swing of their sharp claws could take away a fresh life.

And under the protection of the exoskeleton, it is as difficult as heaven to kill it!

As the wolf cavalry rushed to the position, the battle quickly changed from a stalemate in the middle distance to a hand-to-hand fight.

The troops who were originally in charge of the feint attack also launched a charge towards the chaotic position after hearing the whistle of the charge.

The two sides were close enough to see each other's nostrils clearly, fighting for every trench, every rock, and even every sandbag bunker on the rugged terrain...

Tracer lights are like sparks flying on a bonfire, moving automatically in the night sky without wind, and almost every strand of extinguished fire is stained with scorched blood.

...

Height 330, shrouded in darkness, was lit by burning flames.

At the same time, in the night sky in the northern part of the highland, fifty Eagle fighter jets appeared below the clouds.

There was a fierce exchange of fire on Height 330. The two sides have already started a scuffle. The frontline troops did not respond to our signal... Staring at the position where the firefight continued, Akante picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation on the frontline to the rear through the airborne radio.

He is the captain of the 1st Flying Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom, and the task assigned to him by the Legion Army Aviation Command Center is to lead the 1st Flying Squadron to support the friendly forces at Height 330.

In any case, Height 330 cannot be lost!

Otherwise, the entire 40,000 team will be in crisis!

Acante naturally understood the importance of this task, but the battlefield was in chaos, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The ground troops seemed to be deaf, and did not respond to his call.

The headquarters also couldn't contact those armies, so they could only order them to support friendly forces based on their own judgment based on the situation.

But it's a dark place, and I can't see anything clearly, let alone support.

Oh shit……

After hanging up the communication, Akante was about to order to descend, when he suddenly saw black dots looming from under the clouds in the south.

It's an alliance plane!

Arcant's pupils contracted violently.

The scene in front of him reminded him of the fierce battle that broke out over the city of abundance that day.

To be honest, he wasn't very impressed with the Union planes.

Although they are also propeller aircraft, in terms of maneuverability and shooting accuracy, those aircraft are more than a little bit worse than the Eagle fighter jets provided to them by the Legion.

If you have to say it, those planes are like cobbled together things, and they are nothing but cheap.

However, the pilots who flew the planes made an extremely deep impression on him.

The pilots of the alliance are like evil spirits who are not afraid of death, even if they try to destroy the plane and kill people, they have to replace their opponents.

but--

This time there is no Heart of Iron to provide them with cover!

Without the slightest hesitation, Akante switched the airborne radio to the formation channel, and shouted an order into the walkie-talkie.

An enemy aircraft fleet is found in the south!

Ready to attack!

These planes must not be allowed near Hill 330!

They need to get rid of these troubles before supporting their allies!

At the same time, on the opposite side of the Falcon Kingdom's first flight formation.

Seeing Tiao Zhi's fleet rushing towards him, instead of showing any fear, Mosquito's eyes shone with excitement.

Previously, the Saber fighter jets of the Legion came to the Heart of Steel for a walk and then returned, and the two sides could not do anything to each other.

The prudent managers deliberately waited for the opponent to go far away, and the fuel consumption was almost exhausted, before letting the carrier-based aircraft on the airship take off.

Mosquito thought that this escort mission would be boring, after all, the mobile radar station deployed by the Legion at the No. 3 oasis could not search for them beyond the visual distance.

However--

The dog plan did not disappoint him!

While pushing down the booster valve, Mosquito grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted excitedly.

Attention all teams, enemy fighter jets are found in the north direction! Formation A continues to perform escort missions! Formation B follows me! Brothers, charge them!

Answers from the team leaders quickly came through the communication channel.

receive!

Forty W-2 Mosquito attack aircraft immediately left the flight formation, and headed towards the first flight formation of the Falcon Kingdom without hesitation.

The two sides were like cavalrymen with spears, aiming at each other's vital points. No one admitted their counsel, and no one turned around to avoid it.

At this time, if anyone hesitates, even if it's just a moment of hesitation, and shifts the joystick in his hand——

It's like throwing the tail to the opponent to bite!

close to effective range.

Both sides pulled the trigger almost simultaneously!

The hot and thick gun flames boiled the originally gentle evening wind, and thick and long tracers covered the night sky, tearing the tranquility of the night to pieces.

In an instant, black smoke and even flames rose from more than a dozen planes. The two sides went from queuing up to be shot, and quickly turned into a dogfight of chasing each other.

For a moment, burning iron rain fell from the sky, and the flames of war seemed to extend from the ground to the sky.

The forty W-2 Mosquitoes that left the formation quickly lost more than half of their casualties. However, the Falcon Kingdom's first flight formation did not reap any benefits. Fifty Eagles were forcibly replaced by fifteen shelf.

Looking at the dozens of holes punched in the wings and hatch, Akante gritted his teeth and pulled back the out-of-control nose with all his strength.

Looking back at the night sky behind him, he was about to find his next target when he suddenly noticed something abnormal in the flying formation that continued to move forward.

The opponent did not send all the planes up, some of them had already flown behind them, and continued to head north.

Isn't their goal Highland 330?

Something's wrong... there's something weird about these planes.

Arcant frowned, and with the moonlight passing through the thin clouds, he could barely see the few planes guarded in the center of the fleet.

that silhouette...

Is it a transport plane? !

Slightly taken aback, a trace of fear was written on his face.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled.

Report to the headquarters! An enemy transport plane has been found!

...The enemy fleet has already crossed the No. 330 highland and is heading towards the command post of the 40,000th regiment!

Immediately afterwards, he switched to the formation channel, roaring and ordering.

Enemy transport planes are breaking through our defense zone!

Stop them for me!

Probably finally realized something.

The flying formation of the Falcon Kingdom suddenly gave up the fight with the goblin corps, and frantically chased after the alliance's transport fleet.

But it was obviously too late.

Following the order of Mosquito, formation A, which was escorting, turned around and rushed towards the pursuing Eagle fighter jets.

At the same time, a transport plane leveled the fuselage and opened the hatch.

The red alarm bell rang, and players wearing exoskeletons got up from the seats on both sides of the cabin one after another, carrying umbrella bags and walked to the door of the cabin to form a neat queue.

The airflow drawn into the cabin rattled the sharp-edged armor, and outside the cabin were the flames of cannon fire and thick and long tracers.

There was no trace of fear in the pair of eyes.

Only the burning will to fight!

This is their stage.

Standing at the door of the cabin, Lao Bai, wearing the Dragon Cavalry power armor, shouted in the communication channel with a resonant voice.

Watch your maps, watch your feet!

Our target is the command post of the 40,000th Corps. Remember not to hang on the anti-aircraft guns, let alone step on the heads of the brothers of the Death Corps!

We'll help them after we finish solving the troubles under our feet!

Jump--!

The clean and tidy roar blended into the whistling evening wind, and Lao Bai stepped out of the cabin first, leading a group of young team members who were armed to the teeth and jumped into the hail of bullets.

Compared with the evening when I landed on the Iron Heart——

This firepower is nothing at all.

Blossoming parachutes bloomed in the air, like dandelions floating in the fire, falling towards the ground under the cover of night.

And below them, the dimly lit camp was like a beacon in a storm, guiding them.

Perceived the situation in the air.

The only remaining anti-aircraft gun on Height 330 tried to fire at the Burning Corps, but within two seconds of firing, it was sent away by the wolf cavalry rushing up with rifle grenades.

At the same time, a jet plane was galloping towards the sky hundreds of kilometers away.

The model of that plane is exactly the Saber that returned earlier.

He had just finished resupply at the frontline airport, and he received the order to take off again before getting out of the cabin.

Seeing the dots of flames flickering in the night sky in the distance, Yukar, who was sitting in the cabin, curled up a sneer.

propeller plane...

For these slow and mosquito-like little guys, he thinks it's a waste of ammunition to press the machine gun for 0.1 seconds more!

Too bad we didn't see the orthopter.

The five little flies just showed their faces during the day, and immediately hid back on the airship.

But it doesn't matter.

No matter what the alliance pilots are flying, he will let them use their bodies to remember how to write the word death!

Yukar calmly pushed down the throttle valve, the flames from the rear engine suddenly amplified, the speed quickly broke through Mach 3, and accelerated towards the battlefield 100 kilometers away.

However, at this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in Yukar's heart, and he almost instinctively tilted the joystick.

The flames flashed from below the clouds, and he didn't even see what the plane looked like, and the explosion that broke through the sound barrier almost pierced his eardrums.

So fast!

Yukar, who survived the catastrophe, had a heart beating wildly, glanced at the unresponsive airborne radar, and then looked behind him suddenly, but couldn't see anything.

At just a moment ago, a plane almost swish past him, and the air compressed by the wings pulled him violently to the left, and even nearly shattered his hatch!

That speed has to be at least Mach 3!

At a relative speed of Mach 6, one second is two kilometers!

He can be sure that the other party just rushed to die with him. And in order not to expose the target in advance, they didn't even fire!

What kind of tactic is this? !

This guy... is he crazy!

There is no doubt that the opposite side is the same jet as him.

Through the glass of the cabin, he vaguely saw the looming blue flame under the clouds—it was the tail flame of the engine!

Suppressing his frenzied heartbeat, Yukar deflected the joystick to the right, trying to see the fighter's position clearly, and at the same time trying to cut to the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane from the right.

However, the other party is obviously a veteran!

While he was doing a high-G turning maneuver, the opponent reacted almost at the same time. He opened the speedbrake and at the same time made a sharp turn defense, pulled the nose towards his apex, and cut to the ground at a lower speed. his inside.

Om—!

The machine gun bullets whizzed by, almost flying past his wingtips. Hearing the sound of the machine gun coming from a distance, Yukar's back was covered in cold sweat.

Grass!

just a little bit...

His car almost turned into a pile of scrap iron!

In the past eight years, the opponents he encountered were basically propeller planes.

Even if you occasionally encounter some strange things that burn coal or oil, you rarely see supersonic fighters that can break through the sound barrier.

He could feel that the performance of that plane was not outstanding, whether it was maneuverability or maximum speed, he was superior.

However--

The opponent's pilot filled this gap with his superb piloting skills, and accurately grasped his momentary flaw.

Unlike himself, who had been targeting the aborigines for air strikes all year round, that person clearly knew better how to deal with opponents who were more mobile.

Unexpectedly, he met an even-matched opponent in this barren desert, Yukar couldn't help but ignited a raging fighting spirit in his heart.

Come on! Let me see what you can do!

He muttered in his mouth, while reducing the fuel and opening the speedbrake, he slammed the joystick with both hands in the opposite direction, preparing to bite the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane.

The Falcon Kingdom's squadrons are on their own.

I hope they can live up to it...

At the same time, Luo Yu, who was driving the Ling Yun fighter, clicked his tongue.

10G acceleration...Is this guy also an awakener?

Not just pilots...

The performance of the aircraft is also outrageous!

Originally, considering that the performance gap was too large, there was no chance of winning the dog fight, so he planned to exchange one for the obviously more expensive one and send it away.

In the end, I didn't expect that this trick Vigorously Flying Bricks was dodged!

Not only that, when the two TV bombs were useless and he was biting the rear hemisphere by himself, the opposite side unexpectedly made a sharp turn to avoid the machine gun he had activated with his talent!

With this mobility alone, if it is put into reality, I am afraid that even the F-22 will not be its opponent.

However, such a powerful aircraft is equipped with such a hip-sized airborne radar and stealth materials, and even air-to-air missiles cannot be pulled out, which is outrageous enough.

Seeing that the opponent completely abandoned the illusion of supporting the friendly fighter group, and turned the nose of the plane to kill himself first, Luo Yu took a deep breath, and the same fighting spirit was ignited in his chest.

Just in time!

Holding the joystick tightly with both hands, he stared at the looming black spot outside the cabin, and squeezed out half a sentence through his teeth.

Look straight at me—the cub!

...

Two jet fighters entered into a dogfight on the horizontal plane, the engines of both sides drew scissor-shaped tracks in the air, and the cannons bit each other, vying for each other's rear hemisphere.

Not far away.

The alliance's fighter group and the Falcon Kingdom's fighter group have not yet decided the winner, and the remaining dozen or so fighters are still fighting fiercely.

Highland No. 330 turned into a bloody meat grinder, and the wolf cavalry who rushed up to the highland wantonly charged and killed the fleeing infantry.

Although Simmond still led the 40,000-man team to fight tenaciously, but due to the delay in waiting for effective reinforcements from the Air Force, the balance of victory was clearly in the hands of the alliance.

However, it seems that the alliance is not satisfied with the three battles in progress, and soon opened up the fourth battle tonight!

Above the sky lit up by tracers, parachutes fell from the sky all over the sky, reflecting in every pair of eyes on the ground.

The guards stationed in the camp raised their rifles to point at the sky and fired. However, facing the dark night sky and the parachute that was gliding and falling, they couldn't hit effectively. Even if they got a lucky shot, it would be difficult to penetrate the armor of the exoskeleton.

The distance of hundreds of meters is fleeting.

A power armor with three parachutes was the first to land in the center of the camp.

I saw that the man ignored the hail of bullets shot at him, skillfully swung the combat knife to cut off the umbrella rope, and then took off the light machine gun hanging on the armor like a cloud and flowing water, and fired at the camp in bursts.

Get down if you don't want to die! While venting his firepower, he turned on the speaker and pushed forward.

Following the deployment of the power armor, hundreds of soldiers wearing exoskeletons also landed in various parts of the camp.

In addition, following the group of paratroopers, there were more than 50 Y-2 Butterfly Knife quadrotor drones with guns hanging from their muzzles.

The guards, who had almost no chance to go to the front line, would be the opponents of these monsters, and they were almost defeated with just one touch.

Standing at the door of the tent, General Soft stared blankly at the camp where gunshots were boiling.

paratroopers...

The ace of the alliance...

Those cloudy pupils flashed a moment of absentmindedness, and this absentmindedness soon turned into deep despair.

The entire camp consisted of only six centurions.

And among the six hundred-man teams, more than half of the logistics units including communications, transportation, engineers, etc., I am afraid that there is only one guard and one officer team that are really capable of fighting.

Neither the guards nor the officers' corps are direct combat troops, so they may not be the opponents of the alliance's elite troops.

What is he guarding against? !

Shoulders and lips trembled uncontrollably, Soft's old face flushed red, he clenched his fists, finally couldn't hold back his emotions, and cursed loudly.

...that damned skunk!

If it wasn't for that skunk who leapfrogged his command and transferred his directly subordinate thousand-man team, how could he have come to this point!

That idiot must take full responsibility for this battle! When I return to Triumph City... I must submit a copy to the army commander!

Looking at General Soft who was blowing his beard and staring angrily, the adjutant beside him was so anxious that he didn't even know where his hat was, and grabbed his arm and begged.

General, now is not the time to talk about this! The alliance has invested at least five hundred—no, more than one thousand people here, let's withdraw immediately!

Soft's face was stiff, and his Adam's apple moved.

Although he was unwilling to leave his men and escape alone, he knew that if he fell into the hands of the alliance, the situation would only be worse.

Hearing the gunshots coming and going in the camp, he lowered his trembling voice.

Are the maps and documents... burnt?

The adjutant nodded quickly.

It's all burned! I blew up all the tables on the radio station!

Very good... I will write down this grudge, and I will avenge it in the future! Gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence, Soft turned his head and looked at his adjutant, Let's withdraw!

follow me!

Taking Softot all the way for a trot, the adjutant quickly got into the jeep parked at the gate of the barracks, but just as he was about to start it, he couldn't find the key.

The key... Strange, where did the key go?

Were you still here just now?

The adjutant was sweating profusely as he rummaged around in the driver's seat.

Soft stared wide-eyed at this guy who did not accomplish much but failed, and was about to call him an idiot when a light cough suddenly came from behind the two of them.

The two quickly turned their heads to look behind the jeep.

I saw a soldier wearing an exoskeleton standing by the side of the road.

With a sniper rifle on his right shoulder and a bunch of car keys in his left hand, he was looking at the two people in the jeep with a playful smile.

The poor man's joint language seemed to mock their antics.

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