This Game Is Too Realistic

A bomber formation composed of twelve Dragonfly transport aircraft flew over the bombing area marked on the map.

The pigman brother with rich driving experience is still the team leader, piloting the lead plane in front, and the other 11 wingmen maintain formation and follow.

Put the altitude, speed, angle of entry, wind speed and other flight parameters into the formula to calculate the approximate bombing distance. The lead plane sends a bombing signal to each wingman, and then opens the hatch, and the bomber who has been installed on the guide rail is sent one by one. Just slide down.

Although using a transport plane to carry bombs is a bit of a nonsense in various senses, the lack of accuracy can be filled with quantity.

Aerial bombs fell like dumplings to the urban area of ​​the marked area, and soon clusters of orange-red flames exploded between the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings.

Most of the tall buildings left over from the era of prosperity are extremely solid.

Even after two hundred years of weathering, most buildings still maintain their main structures intact after a round of carpet bombing.

There was only one 100-meter-high building, which was probably hit by an aerial bomb on the load-bearing structure, and began to collapse slowly towards the north from a certain floor in the middle.

Looking at the scene of the earth collapsing that day, and the billowing dust floating hundreds of meters away from the smog, Brother Bing and Huozi, who was standing by the porthole of the engine room, couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

What the hell...is it okay to deal with a sniper?

Although this is also the practice in reality, most of them are thrown by a guided missile, or a few grenades are fired.

It is rare to spend such a capital to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.

This is a bit of a cannon to beat mosquitoes.

The unprofessional Fanman snorted with a smile, and made a joke in the communication channel.

Use your little brain to think about it, will mutants use sniper guns to shoot black guns? And there is such a big fog.

Brother Bing and Huo slapped his head.

Hiss... Once you say that, I'll understand.

He subconsciously brought it into reality, of course it is impossible to do such nonsense in reality, but this is in the game after all.

The group of guys hiding around and making small moves must be the little mice of the Church of the Torch. No matter what the hell they are thinking, a slap in the face is sure to go.

The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the NPC's thinking to be so clear.

The chatter of players on other planes came from the communication channel.

The fog was too thick, and I couldn't see the situation on the ground at all.

Can you blow up that guy?

Then I have to ask the brothers on the ground to look for it with wide eyes! The unprofessional Fanman laughed, tilted the joystick, and led the bomber formation back towards the ground airport.

After a pause, he continued.

Let's think about how to land first.

It was not difficult for him to land in fog, but those rookies were another story.

Hope to save two crashes by then.

I hope the ground staff don't scold me...

...

The hundreds-meter-high building was broken in the middle, and looked down from the sky, it was just a piece of tofu cut in half.

However, standing on the ground and looking at it, it is a square mountain.

Even though there were hundreds of meters away from the war zone, the blown sand and stones still hit the heads of the two warring parties and fell like raindrops.

The violent air current blew away the cloud of spores floating in the air for a while.

The mutant soldiers' eyes were wide open, and they opened their mouths unconsciously looking at the direction of the collapsed tall building, and they didn't even notice the ashes after eating a mouthful.

what happened there !

The same is true for the players, who even stopped firing for a while, and couldn't help but exclaimed aloud when they saw the eye-shocking picture.

... Awesome, what if this is made into a CG bunker!

666!

What a bunker! Shook, who was driving the helicopter, reloaded the machine gun, and complained dumbfoundedly, Think about how to get past this level first!

Beta, who drives a toy car, is lying next to him.

The brother probably thought that he would be fine in such a thick fog, and planned to run over to show his hands to fix the car, but he was shot in the head with a slap.

He hurried forward and dragged him back, but his brain had been shattered, and he probably was sitting at home with a dazed expression and didn't know what happened.

The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire towards the mutant position to provide suppressing firepower.

However, those mutants also learned how to behave, and no longer confronted them head-on, but hid in the small alleys on both sides of the street and infiltrated and surrounded them from both sides.

By the way, why don't those who fly the plane help us to blow up a round here too? Wiping the ashes from his face, Shrimp and Pig Heart cursed.

Shu Ke, who was driving the helicopter, rolled his eyes.

Is your mouth smelly when you go to the forum?

Crouching on the other side of the street were the brothers from the Death Corps. Hearing their yelling, they laughed and made a joke.

Remember to ask Brother Mosquito to turn off the friendly injury before dropping the bomb!

Hahaha!

This game still has that function?

Although trapped in a small path in a dilemma, the players guarding here did not feel nervous at all.

Since the bomber helped them eliminate the sniper in the distance, it meant that the headquarters had noticed their situation.

More support is on the way.

They just have to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

The short rest was broken by a gunshot.

The two sides in the street fighting resumed the exchange of fire, and flickering tracers flickered across the narrow streets wantonly.

Those green-skinned beasts were really stupid after all. After finally paralyzing a fire-breathing iron box, they naturally didn't want to let this guy go easily.

A centurion routed from other fronts was quickly drawn here, and a group of howling mutants pounced on it.

As long as they can tear a gap in the alliance's offensive, they can save this line of defense that is on the verge of collapse.

However, what stood in front of them was not just a broken down Chimera, but also an expanded Centurion of the Death Corps.

Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as the other corps, and the sequence level is not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

And he is a master of street fighting!

Each of them held a spray gun or a submachine gun, and some of them held a bolt-action rifle with a bayonet inserted, and they fought hand-to-hand with the mutant soldiers in the alley.

A mallet-wielding mutant had just smashed the skull of a hapless fellow, and before he could taste what it was like, a dude with a shotgun tore the skull off.

Some players scuffled with the mutants and simply detonated the explosives on their bodies, and the two of them instantly turned into a rain of blood.

Even mutants who lived a barbaric life of drinking blood and drinking blood could not help showing a trace of panic in front of this barbaric style of play.

These people are crazy!

The ten-meter-long alley was filled with stumped limbs and corpses. The sticky blood and organs turned the place into a dark swamp, and the gunfire never stopped.

Just when the battle between the two sides was getting into a frenzy, there was a rapid and intense cannon fire from the other side of the street.

Bang bang bang—!

Thick and long bolts of lightning rushed towards the mutant who rushed out from the alley, and his gnarled muscles instantly exploded into pieces of fragmented rain of blood.

Roar--!

A red-eyed mutant roared, and threw the explosive package in his hand towards the broken down armored vehicle.

The bulging dynamite pack was the size of a schoolbag, and the outside was coated with black tar, which could stick to the surface of the armor.

Fuck!

Shu Ke, who was driving the helicopter, uttered a swear word when he saw this, threw away the machine gun and rushed up, tore off the explosive package hanging on the surface of the armor, and fell to the ground.

Almost as soon as he fell down, the flames of the explosion tore his whole body into pieces, hitting the armor of the armored vehicle with a tinkling sound.

If it sticks to the surface of the armor and detonates, let alone a thin-skinned armored vehicle, even a tank will probably have to be destroyed.

The mutant's eyes were so wide that they almost protruded. Obviously, he didn't expect that the iron box, which was almost certain to die, was rescued in just three short seconds.

But there was no time to surprise him.

At the same time as the explosive package exploded, a shuttle of armor-piercing incendiary bombs swept over, shooting it into a puddle of flesh in an instant.

Shuck!!!

Seeing Shu Ke who was blown to nothing, Xia Ren Zhu Xin howled in grief and anger, rushed to the entrance of the alley with an assault rifle in his arms, and shot suddenly, but regretted being lonely.

Those mutants saw another armored vehicle approaching, and knew that they had lost their last chance.

The leading mutant howled first, and the minions who were lying behind the bunker and firing, left the bunker and retreated, cursing cruelly.

Except for a few red-eyed guys who were still fighting furiously, most of the green-skinned cattle retreated towards the southern defense line.

Seeing that the mutants began to retreat, the mole on the run stepped on the driver, and let the brother drive his car in front of the broken down Chimera, and chased the retreating mutant soldiers twice.

The hatch at the back of the car was open, and the elf Wang Fugui, Irena and the others jumped out of it, spread out to cover on both sides of the armored car and set up their guns.

One of the players who can repair cars quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored car with a toolbox.

Moving away the corpse of the sapper whose head had been blown off, he opened the hood with tools, and immediately started working with a wrench and a screwdriver.

Leaving half of his body from the turret, the Mole looked up at the bombed urban area, and clicked his tongue.

Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.

How is it? Can it be fixed?

The busy player responded without looking back.

There's a hole in the casing of the engine... I'll try it, it should work fine, but the power may have to be cut in half.

Then I'll leave this place to you, as long as you can make do with it and drive back to the base.

OK!

The player who repaired the car raised the wrench in his hand and responded. The mole was about to retract into the armored car when the debtor Big Eye of the Death Corps came over with a rifle in his arms.

Before he could speak, Elf King Fugui opened his eyes wide as if seeing a precious animal, and said with a playful smile.

Yo, big eyes?! Why are you here?

Didn't hear the meaning behind the words, Lian Dayan smiled and said flauntingly.

Tch, I came here four days ago!

Irena looked back with a funny face.

I thought you lost contact.

Get out, you just lost contact! Your whole family has lost contact!

After understanding the guy's expression for a moment, Lian Dayan rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole sitting on the turret watching the fun and shouted.

Brother, we have taken on a new mission here, and the remaining manpower is not enough. Please help me when you have time.

Thinking that Brother Chicken probably wouldn't need him, and he was probably going completely crazy right now, Mole looked at him with interest and asked.

What mission?

Support the brothers of the Burning Legion.

The monsters still need support?

The mission briefing is like this. They encountered some trouble in the bombing area...they can't be contacted at present. The command probably speculates that people from the Church of the Torch did it.

It seems that the loneliness is blown up.

The Mole stroked his chin.

Communication shielded?

Big eyes in debt: Probably.

Okay, I'll bring a few people over to join us.

Tapping his index finger next to his ear, Mole ordered calmly while looking at the map on the VM.

Groups 2 and 4 pay attention. If you have a new mission, go to the map point to gather immediately. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area, activate the backup contact plan!

The so-called backup contact plan is to keep an infantry offline as a human radio station at all times, and use group chats to exchange front-line intelligence.

Two neat answers came quickly from the communication channel.

receive!

The Mole who hung up the communication did not hesitate at all, and gave Big Eye a follow-up gesture, and then shouted at the brothers on the street.

You stay here for a while, and the brothers of the Death Corps and I will go to the side to have a look and come back.

Holding his rifle and staring at the empty street ahead, the elf king Fugui shouted at the Chimera armored vehicle behind him.

Oak!

...

at the same time.

In the urban area 600 meters from the westernmost side of the front line, the streets that were passed by the bombers were in a mess, with black craters and cracked walls everywhere, and clusters of unextinguished flames swaying on the twisted steel bars and concrete .

Several bloody corpses were smeared on the ground. It looked like aliens wandering in the neighborhood. They were sucked in by the explosion just now, leaving only a few things.

Few of the organisms exposed outside the shelter survived.

Knocking open the damaged metal door, the red tapir walked out of the ruins with black lines on its head, greedily took a breath of fresh air, but was choked by the more pungent smell of gunpowder, and coughed twice violently .

Damn it, that bastard!

Thanks to his quick reaction just now, he and his partner quickly retreated to the stairwell with a strong structure, otherwise they would have almost disappeared.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to scold that old thing severely, he only spoke half of his words, and ran away patronizing himself.

In short, this place is no longer safe, we have to retreat to a safe area first...

The moment his right foot stepped on the street, a sense of warning suddenly came to his mind, and the red tapir reflexively rolled over and hid behind the concrete wreckage on the side of the road.

Almost at the same time that he had just ducked behind the concrete wreckage, an arrow nailed where he had been standing.

Seeing the arrow, the red tapir glanced at the corner of his mouth in disdain, but the mocking expression didn't stay for 0.5 seconds before it froze on his face instantly.

From the corner of his eye, he vaguely glimpsed a faint red glow!

Grass--

There was no time to dodge, he only heard a beep, and the arrow burst into flames in an instant, and the raging shock wave wrapped steel balls and shot towards the surroundings.

The turbulent air wave hit the breastplate, and the red tapir, who had been hit firmly, felt his internal organs tremble.

Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he still suffered minor injuries.

Before he had time to deal with the wounds scratched by the fragments, he pulled out the smoke grenade and threw it under his feet, and staggered to the back of another, safer bunker.

After clicking the communication button on the helmet, he roared in the communication channel.

Tang He! Find me that archery guy! Tang He?

No response in comms channel.

The red tapir's face froze, and immediately realized that Arzu did something good, and immediately cursed.

The old dog said...

That guy probably intends to let the dog go.

Those guys with underdeveloped cerebellums can't tell the difference between enemy and friend, they just randomly pick up moving things and stuff them into their mouths.

He needs to get out of here asap!

On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, Fang Chang had a look of surprise on his face, but it was just surprise.

want to run?

Hehe, let's see where you are going!

At the same time after the bombing ended, he and Lao Bai, a total of 20 players, arrived in this area by helicopter and started searching.

Now that he has discovered the location of the target, it is impossible for him to let this guy run away.

Old Bai...the person is right in front of me. It is confirmed that he is an apostle of the Torch Church. The location has been marked on the map, Lao Bai?

There is only rustling electric sound in the communication channel.

Fang Chang looked slightly solemn.

Communication blocking?

day!

Cursing secretly, he took out another bursting arrow and put it on the bowstring of the dawn compound bow, and pressed down on the target's bunker with a short body.

The nearby teammates should have heard the sound of firefighting and are rushing towards this area.

He had to be there before the apostle escaped.

Hold that guy down!

However, at this moment, a deafening roar pierced through the thick fog, and there were sudden gunshots from the street not far away.

Fang Chang stopped involuntarily, looked over there suddenly, and then his pupils shrank into a dot involuntarily.

I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street. His right arm was thick like a python's tentacles, and his left arm was a big hand made of steel.

The chunks of flesh on its body were like lumps of worms, unconsciously writhing and expanding, agitating strange power in the gray-green mist.

The murderous dagger wielding two large fists of iron pots slammed a fist hard at its chest, and the exhaust pipe of the shoulder blade also ejected a tail flame accelerated by nitrogen gas.

However, this destructive power, capable of overturning an armored vehicle, only caused circles of ripples on the pile of meat made of maggots.

The fat giant let out a dull mournful cry, but didn't take a step back.

Vaguely, Fang Chang heard the strange cry of Brother Killing Dagger.

Fuck?! What the hell is this thing—

Before he finished speaking, a tentacle as fast as lightning struck his chest, knocking him flying like a baseball, and fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness.

Fang Chang stared at the monster intently, and couldn't help swallowing.

'Butcher'……?

No--

This thing is more curious than the fruiting body of the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City!

Not only has the size increased several times, but the destructive power has obviously increased by more than an order of magnitude! It is a bit similar to the evolutionary body in the previous wave.

Seeing the mountain of meat moving towards Brother Killing Dagger, Fang Chang knew he couldn't wait any longer, and shot an arrow at the monster's face without hesitation.

The bursting flames exploded in front of the monster, and its head was blown apart and flew out.

Fang Chang was slightly taken aback when he saw this.

His bursting arrow only has a charge of tens of grams, which is probably a little more than ordinary fragmentation grenades.

When did you become so awesome?

As he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.

I saw that the monster whose head was blown off was like a normal person, its huge body didn't even shake.

Then, as if controlled by a certain self-consciousness, the lumps of wriggling flesh flocked to the shoulder of the mountain of meat like crawling earthworms.

In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew out of that empty shoulder. And if you look closely at the blasted wreckage, it is not a fragment of a skull at all, but maggot-like pieces of meat.

Some of them were blown apart, but many more were still alive.

After being thrown away, they stubbornly twisted their broken bodies and climbed towards the mountain of meat, as if they wanted to become part of that body again.

Seeing this incredible scene, Fang Chang's eyes widened.

What kind of outrageous black technology is this? !

And where did this guy come from? !

What makes his scalp tingle the most is not this——

Those empty eyes looked at him.

Although separated by a distance of tens of meters and heavy gray-green fog, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully pulled away the hatred of the boss.

The squirming tentacles were like seaweed floating in a dive, but he had seen how fast that thing moved.

Brother Killing Dagger, who was hit a bit, still hasn't gotten up yet!

Is it a boss fight again...

Fang Chang's eyes gradually ignited a fighting spirit, and he took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver, and put it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow.

It was a burning arrow enriched with solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene, which could easily create a field of fire several meters wide on the ground.

Since the explosion won't work——

Then use fire!

...

In a building hundreds of meters away from the bombing area, Arzu, who was standing in a different place, stared at the bustling urban area expressionlessly, and suddenly a sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect to be able to stop the most elite troops of the Alliance with a mere servant, and he didn't even need to think that those guys were members of the Burning Legion.

Still, it was more than enough to create a little chaos and help that Inquisition idiot escape.

Although he didn't like those two idiots who did more than accomplish nothing, but if they didn't die under the bombing, but were caught alive, it would be a problem for him after all.

I hope they can learn a little lesson from this failure and restrain their exuberant self-confidence a little bit.

Their enemies are not easy to deal with, completely different from those stupid natives.

Vault 404, which even he had never heard of, might be more dangerous than corporations and colleges.

The idiots of the Tribunal should have known this a year ago.

At this time, footsteps came from behind him.

An old man with a stooped figure and wrinkled face walked behind him and stopped.

The old man's skin was dark green, and he was wearing a master of ceremonies robe with strange patterns.

You can tell from his appearance that he is a mutant.

However, just looking at his appearance, no one can guess how long he lived.

Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed lightly, lowered his eyebrows slightly and said.

The people of the alliance are endless for some reason, and our tribe has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we may lose this war.

Arzu looked back at the old mutant, staring at the cloudy eyes, and suddenly said.

Gomo.

What's wrong.

Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City?

There was a hint of bewitchment in that voice.

Gomo frowned slightly, then stretched his brows again, and said softly.

I dream about it.

Then persuade your child for me.

Alzu withdrew his gaze from his face, continued to look at the fog-shrouded urban area in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued.

Let him hold on a little longer.

Soon, the Holy Son will grant him power comparable to that of a god.