This Game Is Too Realistic

The war entered its fourth day.

The brutal street fighting turned the street in front of the abandoned department store into a cruel meat grinder, and every inch of the floor was covered with sticky blood and broken corpses.

The originally neat and uniform battle line became a jagged shape in the continuous pulling, and shocking scars were printed on the surface that had been plowed by artillery fire and aerial bombs.

Ironically, the three-year war that buried the People's Federation never touched this land, but two centuries after the end of the war, it ushered in the baptism of iron and fire.

Humph's heart was full of confusion.

He still remembered that the boss said that the alliance's offensive was at the end of its strength, and their soldiers had been frightened by Delu's voice, and would soon run away with their tails between their legs.

The recaptured positions are the best proof.

However--

Is that so?

boom--!

The dense artillery fire rang out on time, like a black cloud, rolling over the street, getting closer and closer.

Green heads squatted in the concrete buildings on both sides of the street, rising and falling with the dust that was shaken from time to time.

Hum wasn't afraid of Alliance bombardment.

This thing sounds really loud, but it's still very difficult to blow them through the concrete wall, and some small scratches don't need to be taken seriously at all.

In the end, the two sides need to fight face to face to decide the outcome.

Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

The shelling started on time and ended on time.

The centurion squatting nearby shook the cement slag on his body and stood up, raised the thing and roared loudly.

Chop them up!

Its chest trembled with the roar, like a beast roaring upwards.

Oh oh oh!

Inspired by that courage and brutality, all the mutant soldiers shouted and stood up, grabbed the guys and spread out to the bunker outside, ready to fight with the alliance soldiers.

Heng Chi followed closely behind the guy in front.

Almost at the same time it stepped out of the concrete wreckage, the deafening shouts of killing came along with crackling gunshots.

The street it was in charge of was one of the leading to the abandoned department store, and the collapsed viaduct was in the middle of the intersection.

Abandoned cars are natural bunkers. Simply throwing a few sandbags and setting up a machine gun is a simple bunker.

The church is continuously sending ammunition to the city, they don't need to worry about logistical supplies, they just need to stuff death into the mouths of those human soldiers—

Flying tracers made a noise in the street like shards of snow blown up by a storm.

From the invisible fog, Heng Chi felt something unusual, the ferocious firepower seemed to reappear from the first day's offensive.

Isn't the alliance almost over?

Why... come alive again?

It always has an illusion in its heart, that is, these people in front of it are the same group of opponents it encountered on the first day.

The only difference is that they seem to be much more proficient than the first day, and they will no longer rush to the muzzle of the gun.

If it was at that time, it would only take one shuttle to bring them down.

But now, they had obviously mastered the fighting skills, even if they were only superficial skills, they still caused them huge troubles.

Da da da--!

The machine gun continued to spew tongues of flame, and in the foggy weather with extremely low visibility, hitting almost depended on luck.

Hen Chi didn't grab the machine gun, so he could only fire randomly towards the outside of the bunker with the rifle he picked up from nowhere, but he was very grateful for being a little slower soon.

Before two puffs of smoke came out of the gun, the scorching flame exploded beside him with a bang, flying shrapnel and scalding blood covered its face.

It turned its face and glanced, only to see that the guy who was shooting with the machine gun before was only half of his body twitching on the ground.

After seeing too many corpses, they actually became numb. A shirtless guy quickly grabbed the machine gun and continued to pull the trigger to fire.

Heng Chi didn't show a sad expression because the brother who urinated with him died in battle, but a little bit of confusion gradually appeared in his heart.

To retake the street beneath it... Does it really mean that the Alliance is running out of steam?

However, this trace of confusion only lasted for less than half a minute, and was interrupted by a roar piercing through the thick fog.

A giant clad in steel plates, with heavy and hurried steps, stepped over one after another of fragmented bunkers, and suddenly broke into the battlefield.

Its body is as tall as a city wall, and the steel covering its body is as strong as the armor of a tank.

Seeing its appearance, fanaticism appeared in the eyes of almost all the mutants, and they shouted excitedly.

Hum Chi is the same!

Big guy!

The strongest warrior of the tribe!

They can't be produced normally at all, and they can't learn a few words of human language in their lifetime, but every guy who grows up is a named warrior!

They are born warriors!

Roar--!

A roar leaked from the gap in the helmet, and while running, it slammed its shoulders fiercely at the nearest iron bump.

The human soldier in the exoskeleton pulled out a hatchet to resist, but the ax was like a toothpick in front of its huge size.

Heng Chi clearly saw that the ax that slashed heavily on the helmet left only an insignificant white mark on the pitch-black steel, and then the human soldier was sent flying out by that big guy's swift and flowing collision. He fell hard on the concrete building beside him.

A steel bar that was exposed outside the wall protruded from his back, piercing the human soldier through. The man struggled for a while holding the steel bar with both hands, then his head drooped and he didn't move.

Roar--!

The mutant man raised his head and roared, picked up a steel bar from the ground, and then smashed it at the next iron lump.

Those human soldiers were obviously taken aback by this big man, and were caught off guard by this rampant giant for a while,

Squatting behind the bunker, humming, his blood pumped with excitement, shouting and cheering together with the minions around him.

The big guy seemed to be encouraged by their roars, and he waved a steel bar several meters long in the center of the battlefield, becoming more and more courageous in the battle.

In the blink of an eye, two more heavy-duty exoskeletons were sent flying out and fell unconscious in the concrete wreckage.

The Union soldiers immediately raised their rifles and focused their fire on that guy, but the tracers looked like toothpicks in front of its huge size.

Except for the bullet marks scratched on the thick curved surface of the steel armor, there was no substantial damage left. Instead, it aroused the fierceness of the big guy, and the steel bar in his hand swung even fiercer. The tiger is in the wind.

The already chaotic position was even more messed up after being smashed.

The human soldier in the lead seemed to be shouting something, but he couldn't understand it. It must have been screaming in panic.

What it didn't know, however, was that although these Union soldiers were taken aback by the big man, they were far from panicked.

For example, I have seen this thing before killing chickens at midnight, and many veterans of the Jungle Corps have also seen it. I know that although this guy is difficult to deal with, it is far from invincible.

Fuck - this bolter can't break the defense?!

Brother, you're stuck at a safe distance! Hit back a little!

It's too late! Cut the rifle!

Grass, this armor is too thick! It can't be touched!

Then get on the tube—

As soon as the voice fell, the roar of the engine came from the side of the intersection.

Midnight Killer, who was about to take out the canister, suddenly looked in that direction, and his heart was overjoyed the moment he met the headlights.

Chimera!

It's the brother of the Skeleton Corps!

The roaring engine was like a war drum, and with the broad front of the car, it rushed into the battlefield where gunshots kept coming and going.

Not a trace of sloppy.

The protruding edge of the front of the armored vehicle slammed into the giant mutant's crotch.

The big guy felt as if his lower body had been hit by a heavy hammer, and let out a painful cry, his feet were pushed off the ground for a moment, and he was pushed back by the huge car head.

At this moment, the rampant Chimera stopped suddenly, and the unbalanced big guy had no chance to stand still, so he could only stagger backwards.

But the Chimera armored vehicle didn't give it a chance to breathe, and the 37mm rapid-fire gun was aimed straight at its chest.

And then -

The muzzle, which was as deep as a black hole, mercilessly spewed out thick and long tongues of flame!

Bang bang bang—!

The deafening sound of cannons was like the sound of war drums, and tracers as thick as pythons shot out from the muzzle of the guns, and hit the breastplate as thick as a thumb like raindrops. The lament of the burden.

The big guy who staggered back was unable to resist the kinetic energy brought by the 37mm, and was directly pressed into the broken window on the side of the street.

Shrapnel and sparks flew out of the window continuously, and occasionally there were one or two ricochets that were bounced off.

The flickering flames and thick smoke covered the bloody quagmire, and also broke the painful howl.

Heng Chi's eyes widened, fixedly staring at the place where the big guy fell, the excitement and bloodthirsty in his pupils faded at some point.

All that was left was boundless fear.

Just a moment's effort——

The warrior who came to the world with death and glory and was born with the name of the patriarch was crushed to a pulp by the sparks from the iron box.

Soon he saw that the gun barrel emitting blue smoke was moving slowly, aiming at the position where it was located.

Roar--!

As if to vent the fear in his chest, Humchi let out a hoarse roar, and almost pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand to the bottom, trying to use the fragile flame to blow out the whistling wind.

The same goes for the other mutant soldiers around, firing ferocious firepower at the iron lump standing in the center of the battlefield, trying to crush it with a hail of bullets.

However--

In front of the tens of millimeters of equivalent armor, the bullets fired by light weapons are really too weak, and they are not as effective as the rounded axes in their hands.

Almost at the same time as the snorting and roaring sounded, streaks of lightning as thick as pythons had already charged at the mutants, bursting streaks of flickering flames on the sloppy position.

Sandbag bunkers were blown all over the ground, and the sandbag walls that could block bullets were like children's building blocks in front of the 37mm rapid-fire gun.

Fortunately, there was no pain at this moment.

Humph, I just felt a flash in front of my eyes, and then it was dark again, and all my senses fell into the boundless abyss with the sound of pop...

Bang bang bang—!

The roar of the guns continued.

Until the bunkers along the entire street were washed with armor-piercing incendiary bombs.

As if he hadn't enjoyed himself enough yet, the armored vehicle replaced the high-explosive bombs, and it also did a round of ground scrubbing against the gaps in the buildings on both sides of the street.

Although the gunfire continued in the distance, the battle on this street was basically over with the arrival of this armored vehicle.

The players of the Jungle Corps left the bunker one after another, carried their bolt guns and followed the armored vehicle forward, shot and killed the mutant soldiers who were about to retreat with their ammunition boxes, and snatched back the position they had given up to the mutants yesterday .

Nice job!

Whistling towards the cease-fire Chimera, Piltover paratroopers in Iron Wall exoskeletons gave a thumbs up excitedly.

Although it wasn't him who fired.

But the devastating firepower really made him feel good.

Elf King Fugui jumped down from the back of the armored vehicle, looked at the disgraced brothers of the Jungle Corps, and showed off with joy.

How is it? Is our new equipment awesome?

Xiaoxiao smiled bookworm: 6666!

Voldemort: You're rich, brother!

Elf King Fugui smiled embarrassedly, and said haha.

The main reason is that our leader's game sells well.

Seeing all the good brothers looking at him expectantly, the iron-pimpled chicken brother subtly moved his eyes away, and whistled as if he didn't see it.

make money?

nonexistent.

I can be content with the equipment that you can use to prostitute NPCs for nothing!

Irena said with a funny face.

I suggest that guy stay in Ideal City to move bricks, and we can fight the battle.

The top cover of the armored vehicle was lifted, and the mole that emerged from the inside rested its hand on the side of the turret, rolling its eyes angrily.

Damn, without my command, do you know where to drive?

These dogs!

It's useless to pretend to be coercive and yell at the command as soon as the wind is down!

Whenever there is a headwind, scold the commander for cheating and being ineffective!

It's really tiring to be the commander of this army!

The Elf King Fugui dismantled the stage with a playful smile.

Hey, I'm not bragging, and we're not fighting a legion. Beating up these barbarians who can't even repair bunkers, wouldn't it be over if you punched them in the face?

Several other players also booed and laughed.

that is!

This is a woolen tactic, and the wave will be over!

How dare you say that the kick of the gas pedal just now wasn't enough?

The Mole gave a dry cough, but he was ashamed to say so.

To be honest, he was actually a bit of a waver. For example, there was no need to rush so far just now, just stand in the distance and nod your head and you're done.

But it doesn't matter!

Force him to pretend.

It's done when it's cool!

Reaching out and clicking the communication button on the helmet, Mole resolutely pretended not to hear everyone's teasing, cleared his throat and shouted in the communication channel.

Attention all formations, prepare to cooperate with the infantry to advance towards the coordinates of the 'Old Resident Settlement Site'...the old site of Singularity City is over there, be careful of the mutants hidden in the building.

A reply came quickly from the communication channel.

receive!

There was a look of satisfaction on the Mole's face.

It seems that the performance of the Chimera armored vehicle on all fronts is not bad, and it did not embarrass him in front of other corps.

However, that satisfied expression didn't last for a few seconds, and soon an untimely voice came from the communication channel.

...this is Chimera-3, we're having a bit of trouble getting to our attack position! Mutant anti-vehicle fire knocked out our engine, and we're stuck in the middle of the road now - damn it, sniper ! Spread out! Spread out to both sides of the street! Fuck... these bastards are playing tricks!

The team leader shouted and directed his teammates while reporting the situation on the communication channel. Even if you don't listen to his hasty tone, it's not difficult to hear the fierce exchange of fire just from the ding ding bang bang.

sniper?

Such a big fog, let's hang it up!

Mole was stunned for a moment, then his expression became serious, and he said immediately.

Report your location!

While quickly confirming his position on the map, the team leader peeked out through the observation window, speaking quickly.

600 meters southwest of the department store, there is a subway station and an unmarked office building nearby...I marked it on the map!

Mole: Where is the sniper's position?

Captain: The sound of gunfire should be on the southwest side of us, and the location has deviated from the firefighting area...I'm not sure about the exact location! It's probably in the tallest building, or it may be in the one next to it.

Circle the approximate location!

...has been updated on the map!

Got it! We'll be right there!

After hanging up the communication, the Mole reported the coordinates of the sniper to the headquarters, and then reached out and tapped hard on the turret.

A brother is in trouble, let's go to the rescue...Damn it, let these guys just sit in the car and insist on riding on their buttocks!

Midnight Killer strode forward, bolter slung over his shoulder.

Do you need our help?

The Mole took one look at his exaggerated outfit and shook his head like a rattle.

No, no, just keep pushing, we've solved the trouble over there, and we'll turn around and come back to support you in a while!

Take this guy, at least two or three infantrymen get off the car. This iron lump looks fierce enough, but mobility is a flaw.

Killing the Chicken at Midnight didn't think much, and grinned.

Good luck, Oak.

Watching the Chimera armored vehicle drive to the other side of the intersection, he waved to the brothers who had already occupied this war zone.

keep going!

...

Before noon, the battle between the Alliance and the Qi tribe became intense, especially as Chimera armored vehicles entered the battlefield, the originally tense battle situation completely turned into a one-sided massacre.

Most of the ruthless men of the Skeleton Corps are veterans who have just passed the front of the armored troops of the Legion in the desert. Although it is the first time to fight in street fighting, it is unequivocal that they suddenly come out.

In just a few hours, the Qi Tribe lost all the positions they took back from the alliance yesterday, and the casualties reached the sum of the previous three days.

Delu was already red-eyed, like a gambler, still calling for the few remaining men to attack the alliance's position.

Yet even from the standpoint of the bystander it was clear that it was only a matter of time before the guy failed.

Gann has already given up on that idiot, and is setting up defenses in the neighborhood near the research institute. If the situation is optimistic, it will probably last for a week.

But if the alliance continues to increase its offensive strength, it is hard to say whether it will abandon the research institute, or even abandon the entire Jinhe City and retreat southward.

After all, the Church of the Torch really has no means to restrain these green-skinned guys.

If they could, they would have done it long ago...

On the southwest side of the battlefield, in an abandoned office building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton is quietly watching the battlefield.

The age of eighty is an age for the vast majority of people in this wasteland, but his face is just a little more wrinkled.

His name was Arzu, he was an apostle, and like Yule, he was of the technical side.

The difference is that his belief is much stronger than that of the old popsicles from the prosperous era like Yuer, and there is almost no existence that can shake him.

If he didn't distrust machines, he would have uploaded his consciousness to the sanctuary and become a glorious forerunner.

In fact, until now, he still doesn't believe in the castle in the sky built by imperfect technology like Sanctuary.

Luo Gan is the best proof.

At the critical moment when the church was about to complete the last piece of the puzzle on this land, that guy went missing.

The Holy Son sent him here to investigate the reason for Luo Gan's disappearance, and at the same time fill in the last piece of the puzzle.

Although he had no evidence, from the moment he set foot on this land, he smelled betrayal.

That guy's chip is still there.

But has become something else.

He couldn't think of any other reason than betrayal.

Therefore, those illusory things are the most untrustworthy, and the human brain is the most perfect sanctuary in this world.

Lying not far from him, the man with the crew cut pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle, coldly spit out the number two, and the electronic eye attached to the scope moved slightly.

In this dense fog with visibility less than twenty meters, he seemed to be able to clearly see every tiny movement on the battlefield.

The other person held a telescope in his hand, looked at the battlefield where the delivery was fierce in the distance, and clicked his tongue lightly.

...The alliance has spent a lot of money this time. There are a total of 30 armored vehicles. There must be a battalion of equipment.

It is not easy to scrape together so many armors in the wasteland.

However, thinking that the Alliance had recently inherited the industrial heritage of Boulder City, the man holding the telescope soon felt relieved.

His name is Red Tapir, he is the executioner of the tribunal, and he is in the same organization as the mountain falcon that disappeared in the mission before, and is responsible for assisting Alzu's plan.

However, unlike the mountain falcon, he doesn't like to go alone, and usually brings his partner to act together.

The one lying at his feet was his partner named Tang He.

Because of a previous operation, this unlucky guy was blinded by a wasteland man carrying a sniper rifle, causing him to replace half of his brain and left eye with a prosthetic body.

It was probably caused by the sequelae of the operation. Now he talks about killing people every day, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't kill people for a day.

No one knows what the world looks like in his eyes, but fortunately, the diocese has a lot of pastures for him to mess around with, and the raised animals will not resist, just pick two out and let him kill them.

Due to his abnormal mind, Tang He hardly talked to him except for the topic of murder, so he communicated with the old apostle next to him all the way.

After staring at the distant battlefield for a while, Alzu spoke slowly.

I always felt like it wasn't just the league that was after us.

The red tapir laughed.

Oh? How did you know that?

Alzu spoke slowly.

The alliance is more prominent in biotechnology. It can suppress our technicians in electronic warfare. There must be experts helping them.

The red tapir frowned slightly.

You mean the business man?

It seems to be true.

Yesterday he tried to launch an electronic warfare attack on the communication system of the Heart of Steel, but he was discovered by the other side as soon as he started.

He could feel that at least two completely different forces were staring at him and hammered him violently, which scared him into a cold sweat and quickly disconnected him.

Almost half of his good brother's brain was burned out.

Arzu nodded slowly, then shook his head slowly.

I'm afraid it's not just the company, maybe there are also people from the academy.

The red tapir frowned slightly.

college...

If it's just a business, it won't be a headache for him.

Those guys have always been watching people. If the opponent is not a behemoth like the legion, it is almost impossible for the council to exert great strength as soon as it comes up. And when those guys get serious, the torch has already covered several provinces, so there is no need to be afraid of them.

But adding college is another story.

The combat effectiveness of those technicians is not strong, and it can even be said that those guys are not suitable for fighting at all.

However, in contrast, those guys are already ridiculously strong in the technical field, and their tentacles are all over the wasteland.

And the most troublesome thing is that very few people know what they are thinking, what is the motivation for doing something.

To make a vivid metaphor, he is more afraid of magic that he cannot understand than those visible swords and swords.

Scratching the back of his head, the red tapir sighed with a headache.

It's difficult... How can He De attract the joint crusade of the college and the company for the few of us who are playing small things.

Arzupi chuckled without a smile, but his majestic face did not change at all.

It's all the same to me, sooner or later those bedbugs are going to die under our feet.

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the stairwell.

Seeing his leaving back, the red tapir yelled.

where did you go.

The voice of answering the question floated from a distance.

I advise you not to underestimate them.

The red tapir was slightly taken aback, with a puzzled look on his face.

Don't underestimate what do they mean?

Are they talking about colleges and companies?

He didn't even think about it, when did he underestimate those guys...

Just when he was thinking this way, a buzzing sound gradually came from a distance. At first the sound sounded like a mosquito, but soon it became heavier and clearer, more and more like the roar of a propeller—

Not exactly like.

And it is!

Tang He, who was lying on the ground, suddenly changed his face. He moved his eyes away from the scope, looked at the sky hastily, and cursed out of his mouth.

Grass……

Soon the red tapir's face also changed.

Behind the thick fog, black crosses flew by from the near sky, and at the same time, there were also pitch-black dots thrown down.

His brother shot two black guns...

It's not like going to the bomber formation, right? !