This Game Is Too Realistic

In the camp.

The gunfire has gradually subsided, and the flames continue to burn.

A Willant soldier was lying on his back on the ground, the bulletproof armor in front of him was completely broken, his right leg was bleeding profusely from being shot twice, and his expression was distorted in pain.

Looking at the power armor passing by, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.

However, there was only a clicking sound from the barrel of the gun, and the hollow sound of the firing pin beating.

Grass--

Poohing his bloody saliva, he threw away the pistol, as if he had made up his mind, took a grenade from the armor with his right hand trembling, and pulled out the plug forcefully.

A look of madness floated on the face distorted by pain, and the Willant soldier let out a hysterical roar towards the power armor.

His Majesty Marshal Wan—

boom--!

A short gunshot interrupted the last madness of the Willant soldier.

You called the wrong person.

Putting away the smoking pistol, Lao Bai stretched out his right hand that was attached to steel, and picked up the grenade that had been unbolted from the side of the hanging hand.

Then give it a firm grip.

I saw that the grenade was like a Coke can, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, etc. all burst out of the projectile body.

Throwing the scrapped grenade next to the corpse, Old Baitou walked towards the meeting point without looking back.

Beside the road not far away, more than a dozen military officers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces as dead ashes.

Four players wearing exoskeletons stood by and watched them.

Seeing Lao Bai walking this way, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, went up to him, cursing.

These guys are real dogs. The communication equipment was completely smashed, and all the maps and documents were burned! We only rescued a little charred wreckage.

It doesn't matter, whoever burns it will make it up.

Lao Bai glanced at the row of officers squatting on the ground.

Where are people?

Ye Shi knew who he was asking, and said with a smile.

Caught it, that guy is planning to run away with his adjutant. I've been watching him from the drone for a long time. But he just voted when he saw the situation was wrong, which saved me a lot of trouble... ...Here, the one squatting on the farthest side is.

Lao Bai followed Ye Shi's line of sight, and saw a crappy old man squatting on the ground.

If it weren't for the clothes and the fancy epaulets, he really wouldn't have recognized that this guy was the captain of the legion—a figure of the same level as Dillon, who previously led the Bonechewer tribe.

The hair with a few gray strands is messy, and the deep-set eye sockets seem to be inlaid with a gray stone, without a trace of luster. And on that wrinkled face, there was no sign of vigor at all, just like an ordinary old man.

By the way, why are these people so weak?

Kuangfeng also had a depressed expression on his face.

+1, is there really anything here that belongs directly to the Thousands?

It feels like they haven't encountered any decent resistance since they landed.

I always feel that this false request is for nothing.

Lao Bai made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest military rank squatting on the ground, and asked in a non-standard human connection.

Why are there only so few people here?

Seeing that the power armor was talking to him, Soft was slightly stunned, looked at him with a stiff expression, and his voice was filled with grief and indignation.

You win if you win, why bother to humiliate me in such a knowing way...

Several players were stunned.

There was also a strange expression on Lao Bai's face, and he continued to ask.

What do you mean?

Griffin...is the order of that guy. He transferred my immediate subordinate thousand-man team to the highland seventeen kilometers away to the south. Soft continued, gritting his teeth, He told me in the telegram swearingly, The Union Airborne is bound to be there.

If the Thousand-Man Squad directly under him was in his hands, how could he not be crushed by a group of paratroopers jumping on his face.

And even if he retreated 10,000 steps and failed to win, he still had a chance to slip away.

Lao Bai and Ye Shi glanced at each other, seeing each other's faces dumbfounded.

Good guy.

At first, I thought that this time I could finally pretend to be aggressive.

The result is soy sauce again!

Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking out the confusion in his heart.

I don't understand... You are here, but who is attacking Height 330?

He couldn't figure this out.

If there are also airborne troops over there, the alliance's airborne troops are too much.

And two consecutive deliveries, the interval between before and after is even less than an hour...

How many runways did they have to repair and how many planes they prepared!

Death Corps. Lao Bai said casually.

Dead... Death Corps? A trace of bewilderment appeared on Soft's face.

Not the Burning Legion?

Obviously, the name of the Death Corps has not yet reached the ears of the Legion, but it is only slightly famous in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

Lao Bai smiled and continued.

Well, those guys are also a group of ruthless people. I even think they are much more ruthless than us in terms of their desperate style of play.

Soft asked anxiously.

But how did they appear on Height 330? Impossible! You must be lying to me! I have studied every road from here to the front line! Unless your truck can fly on the ground, it is impossible to use only It's here in such a short time!

That's one hundred and fifty kilometers!

As for the road with seven turns and eight turns, the actual length of the road may be twice as long as this figure!

Where the hell did these guys come from! ?

Why do you have to take the main road? You can't— Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely, and was about to laugh at him, but was stopped by Lao Bai with a light cough.

Even if I told you that they arrived at Height 330 on foot, you probably wouldn't believe it, Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the lonely-looking Soft, It's over anyway, how could it be done to you? It's not important anymore.

...

Heart of Iron, on the bridge.

Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the results of the battle, finally waited for the first good news from the front line.

...The front-line command post of the 40,000-thousand regiment of the Legion has been captured! Commander-in-Chief Soft, his adjutants, staff officers and other officers have been brought under control! We have seized the map and a large number of documents in the command account, but Many have been burned.

Listening to Lao Bai's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

Good job.

Lao Bai said respectfully.

Ask for next steps!

Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map unfolded in front of him, thought for a moment and then ordered.

Stand on the spot for defense, and arrange a few people to count the spoils.

Lao Bai answered cleanly.

yes!

The highest command post on the front line was removed.

This means that the entire defense line from No. 40 to No. 49, and the logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers behind have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command and command system, and even their positions are exposed on the map. superior.

The 40,000th team was basically abolished.

As a mobile command post, the Heart of Steel was also able to smoothly and safely enter the strategic depth originally belonging to the 40,000th team, and continued to move forward.

The only weak point of this big guy is its propeller.

This thing is very troublesome to repair, but it is the only power system of this airship. Once it breaks down on the front line, even if the legion can't help the deflector shield for a while, it will become quite troublesome.

Looking at the straight arrows on the strategic map, Chu Guang couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion.

The time now is around nine o'clock in the evening.

In less than twelve hours since the offensive was fully launched, they not only defeated a team of 10,000 people, but also advanced the front line by 150 kilometers.

No matter which world it is placed in, this record is enough to become a miracle in military history.

...Originally our plan was to let the paratroopers cooperate with the armored troops to attack the fortifications, but now the tanks chased the paratroopers and ran away.

Vanus who was standing aside did not speak.

To be honest, he was also surprised.

While it's normal for plans to lag behind changes, it's rare that things go too well and require more radical adjustments.

According to the attack plan originally formulated by Plan No. 3, the alliance will complete the first phase of the offensive within one day, take down position 40, and start the second phase on the third day. The attack is only ten miles away from the enemy command post. Seven kilometers of Highland No. 330.

In the end, no one expected that the battle would go so smoothly. They only took one day to complete the second stage of the battle.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped on the holographic screen.

There is no news about Highland 330, but according to the footage captured by the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic flames left on the highland.

The fighting there is basically over.

On the other hand, compared to the smooth sailing of the ground troops, the goblin corps fighting with the legion's flying formation was at a disadvantage.

Although the pilots who fly the W-2 are skilled, the gap in hardware cannot be made up in a short time.

The Legion's Eagle fighter has been in service in Luoxia Province for eight years or more, while the W-2 attack aircraft has not even been in service for a year from research and development to production.

This also includes the time that the engineers of the Goblin Corps spent archaeological in another world.

Although the subsequent improved version also incorporates some new technologies provided by Vault 101, the leading technology of one or two parts alone has too limited impact on the overall performance of the equipment.

Although production and technology are always mentioned together, they are actually two-dimensional things.

Looking at the five remaining W-2 attack planes on the screen, Chu Guang gave an order.

Heart of Steel retracts its anchor chain and advances 150 kilometers.

Also inform the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed, let them come back quickly.

Xiaoqi's energetic voice soon came from beside his ear.

Alright master!

I don't know what happened to Luo Yu.

Whether it is the Lingyun of the Alliance or the Saber of the Legion, they have not been on the shipboard radar of the Iron Heart from the very beginning.

Now it flew out of the communication range.

This kind of one kilometer per second battle, if you stand still and watch, it is a fight between gods, and it is not surprising that they hit the next province.

Without satellites, Chu Guang can only vaguely perceive that the player is probably still alive through the manager system.

...If you find that Luo Yu has returned to the communication range, notify him to return to the ground airport.

Xiao Qi: Got it!

...

330 Heights.

Flames were burning on the pitted position, and corpses and black blood mixed with mud were everywhere beside the damaged sandbag wall.

Shaking off the blood on the engineer's shovel, he swiped at the edge of the water and glanced at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, and couldn't bear to look straight away.

This model is actually a bit redundant.

Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fire scenes he had crossed.

The suffocating air was exactly the same.

In comparison, he still enjoys the fun of casual exploration in this game, but those funs are all based on peace.

Someone has to do these things.

A strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

If the operators keep their promises and don’t delete files and reset them, and these beta players will finish all the battles before the public beta, and the dog planner can’t make a new job even if he wants to break his head, then this game can still be called Waste. Soil OL?

Or should I just change the name——

Like Brave New World or something.

At this time, the voice of his teammates came from the side, and he withdrew his drifting thoughts.

Mom, it's over!

Holding a rifle in his hand, Laplace walked towards this side.

The miner's exoskeleton he wore earlier is gone, probably broken and thrown away. In any case, it is fortunate that there was no explosion.

As for his mount.

He suddenly lost control when he was halfway uphill, and he made up for it himself.

Where's the big eye? Edge paddled and asked.

Laplace smiled and said: Yang Youbao seems to have seen him. This guy brought Mengxin up to deliver the head, but the few Mengxins he brought rushed up, and he was lying dead on the mountainside .”

Paddle on the edge and cough dryly.

A bullet doesn't have eyes... that's normal.

With the rifle on his shoulder, Laplace grinned and continued.

How do you say? Keep going, or stay put?

Paddle on the edge and think for a while.

Wait for the construction site guys.

The battle lasted for a full hour.

Although the 330 Heights were successfully captured, the casualties of the Death Corps were also not small.

After all, it's low and high.

More than 60% of the 500 feigned infantry were killed, 120 of the 500 wolf riders were killed, and 78 of the death claws were killed.

Most of them are death claws without exoskeleton equipment, and it is still a bit reluctant to use flesh and blood to carry the strafing of quadruple cannons.

In addition, due to the loss of control of the psychic interference device due to EMP, some players had to kill their mounts.

At this time, Yang Youbao, who had led the feint attack team before, also came over and reported the situation of cleaning the battlefield.

Four mortars, one anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns, and a small amount of ammunition were seized... What about the headquarters? Are there any new orders?

Before the edge paddled, Laplace on the side complained.

The VM is all blanked out, and there is a ghost order...Damn it, these people are quite powerful! No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like they are short of ammunition.

Yangbao scratched the back of his head again.

Could the supplies be continued?

Edge Paddle said with a smile.

That's not true. It's not normal that the standard ammunition of the elite division is a little more than that of the liner division. Our ammunition is also twice as much as that of the infantry of the Lion Kingdom.

But speaking of which, this group of Weilante people are indeed ruthless enough, and there is not a single one who surrendered.

Not only did the commander-in-chief BOSS refuse to surrender, but he also had no plans to retreat at all, and fought to the end with his personal guards.

Whether it is combat effectiveness or morale, this army is completely different from the troops they encountered in the No. 9 oasis before.

It seems that the north side is on fire, Laplace said, looking at the north side of the plateau, where there were dots of flames flickering.

It should be the headquarters of the 40,000th team, Edge took out his binoculars and glanced at it. Just now, I saw that the Goblin Corps seemed to be covering the transport plane and went there.

Not surprisingly, it should be the Burning Corps.

With those ruthless people taking the shot, even if they belonged directly to the thousand-man team, they probably couldn't be their opponents.

As far as they were cleaning the battlefield, the battle over there was probably over.

Yang Youbao smacked his tongue enviously.

Damn it, I was robbed by those guys again.

After all, he is the son of the dog's plan. Laplace also had an envious expression on his face.

Don't say that, Edge Paddle smiled and patted him on the shoulder, We are a whole, each has its own division of labor, and there is no one who comes first.

The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the main force of the No. 3 attack, was still stuck in traffic on the road at the moment, and the two infantry teams had already done all the work for them.

If I really want to say it, Brother Mole is even more unlucky...

...

forward base.

A transport plane dragged the broken fuselage back to the airport.

The ground crew waiting beside the runway quickly surrounded him.

Looking at the pigman pilot who jumped out of the cockpit, a young man in overalls couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked a lot.

How is the situation on the front line? Is the progress going well?

Although the pilot's appearance is a bit sinister, but after working together for so long, the ground crew here have long been used to it.

And after getting along for a period of time, he found that this pig-man pilot had a surprisingly good personality and was a good talker.

Sure enough, the pilot answered his question.

Won.

real?!

Looking at the happy young man, he said with an unprofessional smile.

Then can I still lie to you? The entire 40,000 team was wiped out by us. After passing the No. 330 highland, it depends on whether their two legs run faster or our tanks drive faster... say It's too troublesome to get up, you can read the newspaper by yourself in a few days!

Hearing the good news from the front line, all the ground crews showed joyful expressions on their faces.

It can be seen that these survivors in the desert hate those big noses.

Some people waved their fists excitedly, some even blew their whistles excitedly, cheered and ran around telling each other, and told others the news of victory.

Just when he was unprofessional and thinking about whether he had blown the cowhide too much, Xinghe Wumeng walked over from the side, looked at him and made a joke.

You guys are going too fast.

The unprofessional anti-man said with a hearty smile.

That's necessary, how long will it take to throw a few paratroopers... By the way, why are you here? Aren't you going to help Brother Army?

The two knew each other before they entered the game. They were both from Army Aviation. One drove a helicopter, and the other drove a fixed-wing helicopter.

But in the game, the two usually only talk about the game, and basically don't mention things in reality.

Xinghe made a helpless expression.

I thought, didn't we get sent here?

During the day, they cooperated with the frontal attacking armored forces to launch a wave of flank raids. Before they penetrated too far into the enemy's airspace, the headquarters asked them to withdraw.

However, he could understand that the headquarters would make such an arrangement.

The battlefield positioning of the orthopter determines that it cannot be an opponent of the fixed wing.

Even if the wings can be retracted and switched to fixed-wing mode, the maximum speed of the Cloudfly is only about Mach one, which is a living target for a supersonic fighter whose ultimate speed can exceed Mach three. Even propeller fighters could pose a threat to them before switching to cruise mode.

Before the Legion's Saber fighter jets are eliminated, it may be difficult for the Alliance's aircraft to let go of the Legion's head.

Looking at the depressed expression on the brother's face, he made an unprofessional retort.

Why don't you go to Brother Mosquito's Goblin Corps to play, those guys have a lot of opportunities to go to the front line, and I think they have made a lot of fancy weapons.

I think there are many chances of death, Xinghe rolled his eyes, and the plane flies too slowly, so it's boring to drive.

When it is unprofessional to laugh back.

No matter how boring it is, it's still a fixed wing. It's not much faster than your straight wing.

That's true... By the way, how is your plane? Is it easy to drive? Looking at the damaged propeller transport plane next to it that was swept away by the machine gun, Xinghe couldn't help being speechless for a while.

As far as he could count, there were about twenty bullet holes.

After breaking into this appearance, it can still be driven back, which is really a bit awesome.

You said 'dragonfly'? It's okay. Looking at his car along his line of sight, he smiled unprofessionally and said, Factory No. 81 has been improved several times, and it was barely able to fly before. It’s kind of like that now.”

Since he became a pilot in Wasteland OL, he not only looks more pleasing to the eye with his red and green paint job, but also his driving skills and understanding of driving are much better than before.

Nothing is more difficult than flying a brick with a propeller into the sky and rescuing a brick that has lost its wings!

Especially for the treatment of various dangerous situations.

Many operations are seldom practiced in routine training and daily flying, but in Wasteland OL, he can encounter the special situation of only once in a lifetime every now and then.

He even encountered it once before, just parked the plane on the runway, and the plane turned off the power and started to move again because of a short circuit in the wire... Huh?

Looking at the runway not far away, the unprofessional fan who was caught up in memories suddenly froze.

A transport plane parked next to the warehouse slowly drove onto the runway, and then the spinning propellers began to accelerate... But surprisingly, there was no one in the cabin.

I thought I was wrong.

Unprofessional Fanman rubbed his eyes subconsciously, but before he could open them again, he heard Xinghe's subtle voice next to him.

...Do you still have any missions to attend today?

Both of them saw it.

That shouldn't be a problem with his helmet.

Unprofessional Fanman looked down at VM, then shook his head in a daze.

No……

He had seen the H-1 dragonfly that moved by itself because of a short circuit, but it was the first time he saw one that could fly by itself.

What kind of outrageous BUG is this? !

Because it was so unimaginable, he couldn't help but wonder if Factory No. 81 was testing some unmanned black technology.

Until he saw a little player carrying a midnight snack, rushing out from the direction of the cafeteria, and ran desperately towards the runway.

While running, the man cried and howled.

Plane! My plane is gone!