This Game Is Too Realistic

When Luo Yu put on his helmet and returned to the game world, he found himself only a hundred meters away from the ground, and immediately became nervous.

The ejection seat looks inconspicuous, but its technical content is not low at all. It can even be said without exaggeration that it is one of the most complicated supporting equipment on a fighter jet.

The whole device is composed of thousands of parts. The pilot only needs to ensure the altitude and pull the handle, and a series of actions from getting out of the cabin to landing are automatically completed according to the program.

It can be said to be very convenient.

However--

The premise of convenience is established in the general case.

Luo Yu couldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death. The ejection seat that Mosquito made for him would have thousands of parts, and it would be his conscience to have five hundred of them!

Not optimistically, maybe the entire ejection seat is filled with gunpowder under the seat cushion, and the delayed fuze triggers the parachute to open.

As for the automated life-saving program...

Luo Yu felt that it might be more appropriate to use the word self-seeking to describe it.

The parachute swaying in the wind was like a small boat drifting in the torrent. After Luo Yu's sweaty rescue, he finally hit the ground without any risk.

Using a dagger to cut off the paracord that was almost wrapped around his head, Luo Yu retched while supporting the rock beside him, before raising his head to observe the surrounding situation.

This is an uninhabited Gobi desert, the ground is covered with thick gravel and abrupt stones, and the view to the north is wide, while to the south there are layers of sand dunes and mountains.

No matter which direction you look, you can't see a trace of people.

Returning to the ejection seat, Luo Yu pulled out the crushed and deformed first aid kit from under the chair.

Inside is a map, a compass, 1.25L of fresh water, 500g of compressed biscuits, and emergency water filters, flashlights, lighters, and other gadgets for survival in the wild.

In addition, there is a 9mm pistol and two pistol clips.

Brother Mosquito didn't cut corners on such a meaningless thing for the first time, but Luo Yu was relieved.

However, when he got the map, he was stunned.

This is a civilian map from the pre-war era, not to mention useful geographic information, even the most basic contour lines are absent. The highways, buildings, and landmarks that could have been used as references have long since disappeared today, more than two hundred years later.

Mom...how should this be positioned?!

Just when Luo Yu was in trouble, he suddenly noticed the mountain in the south.

Wait, the mountain is to the south?

Luo Yu suddenly felt a twitch in his heart, and suddenly remembered what he had shared in the No. 8 oasis on the forum before.

To the north of the No. 8 oasis is a group of mountains, beyond the border of the Golden Lizard Kingdom, beyond the mountains is the wandering swamp... hiss.

Luo Yu took a breath.

Good guy.

I actually floated to the territory of the academy!

However, there should be some distance from the Wandering Swamp, and it is still a desolate Gobi as far as the eye can see, with no sign of the swamp.

North of Luoxia Province... that's all the information I have. Sure enough, I still have to go to a higher place to find a way.

Luo Yu glanced at the mountains to the south.

Going over that mountain is the Kingdom of the Golden Lizard. If it doesn't work, he can go to the Kingdom of the Golden Lizard first to ask someone for directions. Now the alliance is in full swing in the Luoxia Province, and even the former overlord of the desert, the Lion Kingdom, has become a virtual vassal of the alliance. The local residents of the No. 8 oasis should not embarrass him.

And he remembered that the eagle fighter that suddenly defected seemed to fall in that direction as well.

Just drop by and find it in a while.

After taking all the supplies, Luo Yu checked the clips in the pistol, and relying on the memory of being in the sky, he moved towards the Eagle fighter jet.

Walked south for about an hour.

Just when Luo Yu was wondering if he had gone to the wrong place, he finally saw the propeller plane that had broken down on the flat ground.

The glass of the cabin was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the surroundings were surrounded by black lights, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.

After opening the safety of the pistol, Luo Yu walked forward cautiously, and shouted in a non-standard human language.

Hey, are the people inside still alive?

no answer.

Luo Yu frowned, took out the flashlight and shone it.

The light of the flashlight imprinted on the cabin glass.

At the same time, there was a creaking sound in the cabin, and a face suddenly bumped into the hatch covered with cobweb-like cracks.

The ferocious face startled Luo Yu, and he almost exploded that face by pulling the trigger of the pistol, but luckily he reined in at last and held back.

Good guy!

Nibbler? !

At the same time, an indistinct sound came from behind the glass covered with cobweb-like cracks.

Ba...ba...

Luo Yu: ???

What the hell?

He didn't remember that he had a son, and he didn't want to admit that such an ugly guy was born by himself.

For a while, he didn't even know who took advantage of whom.

However, the guy sitting in the cabin seemed to have spotted him, and kept calling, but his voice became weaker and weaker, until finally there was no sound at all.

Luo Yu swallowed.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go closer and have a look, there was a sudden sound from behind the boulder beside him.

Hearing that sound, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart, and he immediately pointed the gun at that side, and shouted sharply.

who?

A faint mosquito whisper came from behind the boulder, and there was a hint of unexpected grievance in that voice.

...Eep.

Hearing that voice, Luo Yu froze on the spot.

The Adam's apple moved, and he lowered the muzzle of the gun in his hand, testing with an uncertain voice.

...Xiaoyu?

Eep!

The voice instantly became cheerful.

There was a rustling sound behind the boulder, and a graceful and graceful figure soon appeared behind the boulder.

The edge of the scarlet skirt rolled like waves, and Xiao Yu quickly moved in front of him with small steps.

Its expression could not be seen from the abstract facial features, but the tentacles that swayed like snake hair showed the joy in its heart at a glance.

Luo Yu looked at Xiao Yu in surprise, who could no longer be called a little guy.

I haven't seen it for a while, but it feels like it has grown a bit taller, the armor on the skirt has also increased, and the contours of the facial features are closer to people.

However, it didn't completely become its own appearance, it was more like using its own facial features as a template, incorporating some soft lines.

But what surprised him at the moment was not Xiaoyu's change, but why it appeared here.

Seeing the Eater in the cockpit of the Eagle fighter jet, he seemed to understand something for a moment, and looked at Xiaoyu suddenly.

This...you did it?

Hey! Xiaoyu made a cheerful voice, which seemed to be a very proud show off.

Luo Yu didn't know why he could understand its voice, but the emotion flowing in the melody was not difficult for him to understand.

Maybe this is the connection between the blood.

After all, it is a special matrix for the synthesis of its own DNA template.

To be honest, the relationship among them is too complicated, and he himself didn't figure it out very clearly.

...When this war is over, I still have to go to the Lost Valley again and ask that guy named White Pigeon.

But then again...

This guy's skills are a bit awesome!

It can not only zombify the organism, but also allow it to retain part of the experience and knowledge when it was a human on the basis of mental assimilation, and even actively inherit part of the experience and knowledge from the mother.

Although this statement sounds a little thought-provoking, it is not unreasonable in the game.

It's better to say that this is in line with the setting of an SSSR-level god pet!

The mother of death is so weak!

Eep!

Looking at Xiao Yu who was circling around beside her, Luo Yu suddenly asked with a twitch in his heart.

You said... have something to show me?

Eep!

Xiaoyu nodded excitedly, and then took the initiative to walk in front, and still didn't forget to draw a twitch to wrap around his wrist.

Luo Yu looked back at the wreckage behind her, tapped the headset with her index finger, took a photo, and followed behind Xiao Yu.

After walking for about twenty minutes, one person and one mother soon came to an open flat land.

I saw a huge propeller plane parked alone in the clearing of the pile of rotten stones.

The moment Luo Yu saw the Dragonfly transport plane, Luo Yu's eyes widened in excitement, and he clenched his fists tightly. It took a lot of effort to restrain the words I'm Zhuo that came to his lips.

Good guy... did you drive this?

Eep!

Xiao Yu nodded her head with joy, her expression of asking for credit seemed to be asking Do you like it?

Haha! It's just amazing! Unable to conceal the excitement in his heart, Luo Yu couldn't help but praise, stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Yu's head, Beautiful job!

Now I don't need anyone to pick me up.

He can go back by himself in a plane!

Putting away the gun in his hand, Luo Yu happily walked into the cabin, and arrived at the cockpit with ease.

He doesn't drive this transport plane much, but he has driven it once or twice, and it's not difficult to operate.

The cockpit was crawling with slime mold, scarlet clumps nearly engulfing the seats and crawling up the consoles and joysticks.

Although this appearance looked a bit hideous, after spending so long with Xiao Yu, Luo Yu had already gotten used to it, and didn't think it was too much of a hindrance.

Sitting in a familiar position, Luo Yu reached out and turned on the power switch, but the moment he looked at the dashboard, his brows twitched violently.

I saw that the pointer was stuck firmly below the 0 scale, and the battery was really drained, and there was not a single drop left.

Luo Yu let go of his right hand holding the switch with an uncomfortable expression on his face, and leaned back on the seat.

I boil it!

It really just gave him a little hope, and immediately plunged him into despair.

Think about it too.

How could the range of the Dragonfly transport plane be so far? From the very beginning, he shouldn't have such unrealistic illusions.

When Luo Yu was frowning, Xiao Yu, who had just followed into the cockpit, didn't know it. She only heard a familiar voice and shouted excitedly.

Blanch!

Hearing the voice behind him, Luo Yu almost choked on his own saliva, bounced up from the seat, and quickly looked at the little guy beside him to educate him.

Don't learn this stuff, it's not a good word.

Yeah? Xiao Yu tilted her head, the tentacles on the back of her head wavered in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand his reaction.

When Luo Yu was preaching to Xiao Yu, several figures approached beside the Eagle fighter jet that the two of them had passed by before.

If Luo Yu was still here, he would be surprised that the pilot of the Saber that was supposed to be blown up by him did not die, but survived.

But even if he didn't die, that disgraceful look couldn't be called optimistic.

At this moment, he was wearing a pair of avant-garde handcuffs, and was sandwiched between two guards with live ammunition like a prisoner.

Several men in white uniforms stood in front of him, staring at the slime-infested propeller plane with interest and whispering, as if they were discussing something.

Mutated slime mold? There are slime molds in this shitty place?

The cells and tissues of the infected person's whole body are necrotic together with the slime mold, and the signs of life have completely disappeared... It looks like a mummy.

It's interesting...it's necessary to study it.

Looking at the messy scene in the cabin, Yukar's face turned slightly pale.

The one who fired at him in the sky just now turned out to be a nibbler...

What outrageous technology did those barbarians master!

What evil it is to turn the living into predators!

The man standing at the top turned his head, looked at the imprisoned Yukar, and said with interest.

There should be no slime mold in Luoxia Province. These dirty things should have been brought in from outside. Perhaps, can you give me some ideas?

I don't know, Yukar looked at the man with a livid face. How could I know what those guys who called themselves the alliance did? You might as well ask them.

Alliance... A man next to him chewed the word repeatedly, thought for a while and said, I seem to have heard of it.

Another follower spoke.

The survivor colony mixed with companies seems to be called the Alliance.

Yeah. The leading man nodded, I've heard of it too.

Yukar stared at the group nervously, and finally couldn't help asking.

Who the hell are you guys!

The man in the lead didn't hide anything, and said concisely.

Li Ke, a member of the special planning team of the Foreign Affairs Department, a B-level researcher.

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Yukar's face was blank, until he heard the word researcher, he reacted instantly.

You...are from the academy? There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Yes, Li Ke glanced at him lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, Stupid 'Willant', congratulations on finally discovering your blind spot.

What do you want to do? Yukar asked alertly.

That's not something you can worry about.

Li Ke stretched out his index finger and swiped lightly.

Yukar only felt a slight tingling in his wrist.

He looked angrily at the man in front of him, and was about to ask what this guy had done to him, but found that his throat seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Yukar looked at him with a look of horror.

Li Ke looked away from him indifferently, and looked back at the Eagle fighter whose cockpit was covered with slime.

The slime mold and the infected host came to the end of life, human cells were depleted at the same time as the slime mold cells, and no spores carrying genetic information were released.

It was the first time he had seen this strange form of symbiosis.

There is no doubt that this is evil technology.

but--

There was a look of interest in his eyes, and he muttered silently to himself.

interesting.

...

The next day, in the evening.

Dragging a full load of tanks and armored grenadiers, the convoy pulled into a long snake and finally arrived at the checkpoint below the No. 330 Heights along the winding mountain road.

Sitting on a truck in the middle of the queue, the man with his beard buried in his scarf looked in the direction of Height 330, with a trace of uncontrollable excitement on his face.

After that mountain is a plateau, and beyond that is the land of the honey badger kingdom.

After all kinds of hardships and dangers, he finally returned here.

Not only Marshal Yade of the National Restoration Army was emotional, but also a group of soldiers of the National Restoration Army who followed the Skeleton Corps to launch an offensive.

Unlike these soldiers, most of the players sitting on the truck had depressed expressions on their faces.

Many players drove for nearly two days without encountering any decent resistance.

This feeling of strength and nowhere to use it is too uncomfortable!

Directly in front of the convoy, the railing of the checkpoint was horizontal.

Yu Brick, a construction site boy with a rifle on his chest, walked forward with a few strength players, and shouted at the stopped convoy with a smile.

Stop in front! Tolls stay!

The elf king Fugui who was sitting on the tank body yelled with a playful smile.

Is two 155mm rounds enough? Not enough and another round!

Yes! Will it be delivered to your door?

That must come to the door! You point out a place, and we will send it to you right away!

The construction site boy and Zhuan's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile.

So good? Then you can help us raise the head of the regiment.

Irena, who was sitting next to the rich man, was immediately happy when she heard this.

Brother, there is a story in your words.

Elf King Fugui also asked curiously.

Tell me, why did Brother Shui abuse you again?

The construction site boy and Zhuan sighed, and said sadly.

Hey! If you talk too much, you will cry! Ever since the commander of our regiment ordered a batch of three rounds from the logistics, brother Shui has never treated the brothers as human beings.

The Mengxin, who was called the extrajudicial lunatic, also had a frowning expression.

After riding all the way for three rounds, I almost fell apart. This game is too difficult!

Another Mengxin nodded in agreement.

That's right! It's too inappropriate!

The newbies were complaining in one go, paddling along the edge of the water with big eyes on crutches, just happened to walk over from behind the checkpoint.

This guy is bad enough.

Before rushing up to the high ground with a few Mengxin from the intelligence department, it turned out to be handsome for only three seconds, and it took only two steps to run up the mountain.

If it's true, it's fine, but it just didn't cool down.

Later, when cleaning the battlefield, he was turned out of the dead by his teammates, and found that he was only shot in the leg, and there was no serious injury at all. The reason why I couldn't connect was probably because I knocked my head when I fell to the ground and fell into a physical coma.

Considering that there were not many opportunities to charge in the intelligence department, Dayan, who didn't want to waste a little bit of experience, didn't choose to ask his teammates to help him deny.

Hearing the complaints of those newbies, the expression on the edge of the paddling was a little awkward, and he was trying to appease everyone's emotions, but the big eyes in debt were a step ahead of him, and said with a smile.

You don't understand this. The gene sequence is something that can only become stronger if you use it more! On the surface, you have sweated, but in fact you have also grown through the sweat. Thinking about it this way, doesn't it make you feel more comfortable?

Several Mengxins were taken aback for a moment, it sounded so reasonable, and they were almost persuaded by him.

However, the construction site guy was not fooled, he knew this guy too well, he threw the gun aside without saying a word, and rolled up his sleeves.

Don't listen to the baba of the intelligence department, the kid must be pissing us off, brothers, follow me, let him see the power of a cow and a horse!

Seeing the construction site guy leading the charge, his big eyes panicked.

Fuck, I'm a wounded person, don't mess around!

Unable to run away with crutches, he saw that it was useless to beg for mercy, so he could only look at the edge and paddle for help.

Brother Shui, save me!

He glanced at him while paddling on the edge, and took a step aside.

You guys will be fine if you don't pull a little bit of hatred.

That's right! Even if the manager comes today, they won't be able to save you! The construction site guy looked at the outlaw lunatic aside, You guys, lift each arm up, and I'll go find the telegraph pole!

okay!

A few players of the strength department smirked and picked up Big Eyes, ignoring the latter's strange screams, and went to the high ground to find the telephone poles.

Sitting on the truck, Yard stared blankly at the commotion in front of him, and said for a while.

What's the situation over there?

The Mole coughed.

Ahem, it's nothing... Those strength-type animals are probably exhausted. Don't worry, they are just joking with their good brothers, and no one will die.

Compared with the quickness of the agility system and the durability of the constitution system, the strength system is indeed not very popular now, but who can say what will happen in the future?

One version of one generation of gods.

For an old player like him who has experienced the entire process of version changes, these are just basic exercises.

In fact, to be fair, the power system is still the most suitable choice for newcomers, not only can it be upgraded quickly, but also there is no threshold for getting started.

No matter how the other departments are strengthened, it will not change the fact that more than half of the awakened members of the alliance are from the strength department.

Yade froze for a moment, looking at the regiment commander blankly.

Stuffed... what do you mean?

I don't know if it is a grammar problem.

He always felt that this statement sounded a bit wrong.

Without explaining to the NPC, or even noticing the inexplicable misunderstanding at all, the Mole waved out the car window, and soon the railing of the checkpoint was lifted to let the convoy pass.

Getting out of the car next to Brother Edge, the Mole said with a smile.

We just received the mission, and the command told us to go northwest along the edge of the No. 3 oasis after passing through Height 330.

Edge Paddle asked.

The offensive line has been adjusted?

Mole nodded with a smile.

Well, according to the intelligence of the warlords, the Legion plans to abandon the No. 3 oasis. Our task is to stick behind the buttocks of this group of rout soldiers and annihilate their vital forces as much as possible. It will be smaller too.

Edge paddling whistled.

It seems that we have to go the rest of the way by ourselves.

That's right, and you won't get there until the day after tomorrow after leaving the truck halfway, and you can rest here for two days. You won't encounter too much resistance on the way north from here, and you will probably encounter scorpions, hiccups, etc. The fellow of Yingwangshi. You can cooperate with the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom to push it all the way, and it’s time for us to fight two tough battles.”

Said in a teasing tone, Mole suddenly remembered something, glanced at the back of the long motorcade and continued.

By the way, on our way towards Height 330, we encountered several disorganized troops. Some of them were led by Weilante people, and some were led by puppet army officers. We have paid them If there is no accident, they should arrive at Height 330 by this time tomorrow, and I will trouble you to compile them at that time.

Edge paddling frowned.

Clone group?

Mole nodded.

right.

Edge paddling and scratching the back of his head.

Those clones... what to do with them?

The clone groups encountered by the alliance before basically fought until the last clone fell, and then the grassroots officers began to surrender.

It was also the first time he encountered the clone who surrendered with the officer.

To be honest, the league still doesn't have a specific definition of whether those guys are human or not.

This is not hypocritical.

Rather, it is related to a very practical issue—whether they should be tried and reformed as ordinary prisoners of war for the purpose of liberation, or should they be included in the category of purification like mutants.

They are not mindless animals, but mentally handicapped with incomplete minds.

Mole shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless expression.

I don't know, anyway, you watch the person first, how to deal with it...ask the manager.