This Game Is Too Realistic

The afternoon sun shines on the quiet Defense Zone 06, and today is as sunny as ever.

Li Shudong, who was patrolling the ground, tightened the oxygen tank on his back, looked at the gray sky above his head again, and thought that it would be all right if there was a rain.

Although it can't get rid of the breathless musty smell, it can at least make the air look cleaner.

He is a soldier of the First Corps and only joined the army a few years ago.

Although the day when the wave broke out was getting closer and closer, he didn't have much fear in his heart, instead he had a glimmer of expectation.

I heard that after the wave is over, the First Corps will be restructured into the First Army of the Alliance, which will be divided according to the organization of the People's Federation era. If he could make a contribution in this battle, he might be able to be a squad leader or platoon leader by then.

Fighting against a group of mindless aliens is always easier than fighting against the Willanters.

At least in theory.

Just as he was thinking so in his mind, there was a long-sounding beep from the direction of the back of his head.

He turned his head subconsciously, but happened to see a huge horn protruding from the window of a wall of the building not far away.

To be precise, it is not one, but a string.

Dozens of loudspeakers, large and small, dotted the walls like creepers, facing the direction of the city center.

Just when he was confused about what it was for, the string of speakers seemed to have completed the sound test and finally spoke.

From the string of speakers, the Chinese language with a correct accent floated out. What seemed to be the Daily Survivor?

Li Shudong was not the only one who was stunned, Wang Dashan who was standing next to him was also stunned.

...Why did you suddenly release the news?

have no idea……

Usually, the news is played in the cafeteria during dinner, but this is the first time it is played on the front line.

What is this for?

Is there a wrong connection in the logistics department?

Who's going to ask?

A group of soldiers exchanged looks at each other.

At this time, their captain came over and coughed.

Go back to your seats, don't whisper here.

Seeing the captain approaching, Li Shudong quickly gave a military salute.

Report! There seems to be something wrong with the radio on the battlefield!

As if guessing that someone would mention this matter, the captain said concisely.

Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the broadcast. This is a new tactic developed by the shelter against the wave. The superior specifically explained this to us during the meeting yesterday. Let them broadcast it.

The operation was code-named Bodyguard, as were the building and the station.

According to the judgment of the army command, this year's wave is very likely to launch an offensive from an unexpected direction, and the defense line originally designed according to the concentration of the spore cloud is very likely to be bypassed.

In order to regain the initiative on the battlefield, they need to use the mother's misunderstanding of human beings to create a false weak point in the middle of the left line of defense as a bait.

Although he didn't know how the trumpets were used as bait, after all, it was the idea of ​​the residents of the refuge, and he still believed it.

If the plan goes well, the main force of the slime mold will be pinned to the No. 06 defense line, and the alliance can concentrate its forces to deal a severe blow to the wave that penetrates deep into our side.

Several soldiers looked at each other, their faces were full of bewilderment, even the veterans who came down from the battlefield in Luoxia province were the same, they all had expressions that had never seen the world.

New... tactics?

What kind of tactic is this?

...

The news from the Daily Survivor was on for half an hour, and the newspaper was read for another half an hour, but soon there was nothing to put on.

Standing next to the radio station, a group of unprepared players started worrying.

Looking back at everyone behind him, Luo Yu scratched the back of his head.

This... what's next?

Everyone looked at each other and suggested a fight.

Weather forecast?

Mosquitoes really rolled their eyes in WC.

There are no weather satellites, what a ghost forecast... Do you want to play it on a loop?

Fang Chang shook his head.

It's best not to, if it's Renlian language, it's easy to see the flaws... Hey, I almost forgot, we can broadcast things in reality!

Lao Bai scratched the back of his head and suggested, Then... broadcast the real-life news broadcast?

Luo Yu's eyes lit up.

That's a good idea.

Fang Chang coughed lightly.

Open your minds a bit. It doesn't have to be news. You can play cross talk, sketches, music...as long as it's something that Thea can't analyze and can't find the rules.

Mole scratched the back of his head, feeling that this plan was unreliable, but he couldn't think of a better way.

Then it will regard this place as our brood? Is it too simple...

Fang Chang shook his head and said.

This is of course not enough. We need to adjust the deployment of troops when the bgm sounds, or launch a feint attack on the area outside the defense line... These are actually not difficult. We just need to make it believe that we have found the pattern, and our battle will be successful. .”

Finally understood these words, he grinned while paddling, and picked up the rifle that was put aside.

Understood, leave the feint to our Death Corps!

The mosquito also laughed.

Leave the singing to me! I'm good at this job!

Seeing this guy pretending to be aggressive, Luo Yu couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Get out of here, don't send your allies away with that drake voice.

Ye Shi: Hahahaha!

The room was full of joy, even the expressionless gust couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, only the offended mosquito had an unhappy expression on his face.

Tch, look down on Lao Tzu's natural voice, don't you, I have to show you something today!

After all, Mosquito reached out and snatched the microphone on the radio, Luo Yu didn't stop him when he saw this, and even changed the recording on the radio to a live broadcast for him with a smile.

'Hmm? '

It's okay, Xiaoyu, this guy wants to show off so much, let him show off!

The scene was quiet for a while.

Everyone is waiting for Brother Mosquito to speak.

After brewing for a moment, Mosquito coughed and cleared his throat vigorously.

Ahem!

When the emotions are brewing in place, it is almost time to start singing.

However, something embarrassing happened.

Although he decided to show off, he didn't even think about singing well.

But the microphone was already in his hand, and his eyes were looking at him again. If he didn't sing something, he really couldn't get off the stage.

Facing the quiet room, Mosquito looked embarrassed, his toes gripping the ground tightly.

It wasn't until just now that he remembered that the station was not facing a dozen people, but hundreds of thousands.

With the power of the row of speakers outside, everyone in Boulder City might be able to hear his cough!

It doesn't matter what the NPC thinks.

But the key is that there must be a dog, who will record his singing voice and put it on the Internet.

If this is exposed, how can you brag?

Sweat broke out on his forehead.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and he had an idea in an instant.

What should I do if I am embarrassed?

Just play something more embarrassing!

Let's bring you a famous song by my favorite singer!

Taking a deep breath, the person who spoke started like a skilled carpenter raising the saw blade on the violin.

Just because—

Before he could fully open his singing voice, he was knocked down by the crowd and snatched the microphone just as he uttered two words from his mouth.

Okay, okay, I believe you can sing!

Forget about the mosquito! Brother Mosquito!

I beg you, stop singing!

Seeing several strength animals snatch his microphone and put him outside the door, the mosquitoes kept howling.

Let go of me! I can still sing! Let me finish singing—!

Seeing the figure disappearing outside the door, Fang Chang silently looked away and coughed lightly.

...Let's play some normal music.

Luo Yu nodded in agreement.

+1.

...

After a whole afternoon of tossing around, the field radio station code-named Bodyguard finally got on the right track.

In fact, it is a battlefield radio station. This thing has actually become a song-ordering platform for sand sculpture players.

The process of ordering songs is very simple.

Leave a message in the corresponding post on the official website, and you can put your favorite songs into the playlist.

It is also convenient to log in to the official website now, no need to go offline, just open the VM within the signal coverage area. It is not difficult to synchronize the data in reality to the game, and it can also be done with a VM.

In the beginning, the songs played on the radio were relatively normal.

There are lonely warriors that children like, and there are also anti-war stories that old uncles and aunts love to hear.

There are also some popular BGMs of Xingyin, such as the Berlin Air Defense Tower and I Play Mud in the Northeast.

But after two days, most of the popular songs were played once, and everyone was almost tired of listening to them, so they couldn't think of any new tricks.

In fact, except for Fang Chang and Brother Quanshui who are still acting seriously, most players have almost forgotten what this bodyguard operation is about.

Then a wholesome guy came out and stuffed some weird things in the playlist.

Like My Little Pony.

Another example is i got smoke or something.

One second on the radio, it was still screaming at Nignig, and the next second it was pumping Rick Five.

The players squatting behind the machine guns clutched their stomachs and let out a laugh, paddling outside to the edge of the field to the rhythm of the music every day, almost without straining the expressions on their faces.

The NPCs listened with gusto, but the point was that they couldn't understand the lyrics, they just thought it was rhythmic, and even hummed along with the brisk beat.

The Bodyguard operation has only started three days, and the effect of this deception operation has not yet been seen.

However, this battlefield radio station called Bodyguard was completely ruined.

It's not just Fang Chang, Lao Bai, Quan Shui, Mole, and the old brothers on the edge who are about to lose their grip, Chu Guang is also a black thread at one end.

His character in the game is an NPC. Although he claims to be a close to real artificial intelligence, if he can understand even the memes of the real world, this real is a bit unreasonable.

Real people pretending to be AI to interact with players is not uncommon in some game companies that sell leeks as their selling point, but if players misunderstand that they and the dog plan Aguang as one person, it will affect the sense of substitution after all. .

In the past few days, he didn't feel embarrassed to show his face in front of the players, because he was afraid that his performance would not be good, so he suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter.

Just when Chu Guang and a group of high-level players were about to lose confidence in the bodyguard operation, those coveting eyes lurking outside the defense zone finally began to move...

...

Deep in the dark underground tunnel, in the scarlet palace covered with creepers, Thea, standing in the center of the creepers, opened those abstract eyes.

I found their nest.

The spores floating around it slowly undulated, sending the message to the mother who enveloped it.

However, the response to its fluctuations was unexpectedly violent, as if hearing something unbelievable.

Their brood?! Those organisms don't have a brood, they're just a bunch of dirty, ugly, confused-minded guys!

Thea pondered for a while, and expressed her opinion with affirmative attitude.

No, they have. Remember the last time I caught prey? It was an empty shell, all three, and their heads were like a blank sheet of paper.

Hearing this sentence, the brood fell into a brief silence and did not directly refute.

This is contrary to the common sense he knows, but it is not completely impossible.

After all, something like this has happened before.

And just in the last wave!

Those humans who suddenly appeared in the north seemed to be different from those who lived in the wall. There were many strange things about them, which He had never seen before.

He is very clear that these humans are trying to study him, and even built a huge wall for this purpose, recuperating and living on this ruin for countless generations...

There was a hint of alertness in his mood.

He doesn't know how far human research has progressed, but if they also evolve a unified consciousness, it will undoubtedly be a huge threat to him.

Seeing that her mother didn't answer, Thea continued to convey her findings in an affirmative tone.

Something is controlling their emotions, and I sense his presence. Whenever he makes a sound, his fruiting bodies will feel joyful emotions from the bottom of their hearts... I think that is their brood, And his voice is their spore.

It feels all too familiar.

It's almost the same as it was when it was by its mother's side!

...If we can assimilate their brood, analyze him, understand him, and even become him...we can control everything about them and let their experience be used by us.

There is no doubt that human beings are physically weak. Except for a few individuals with extraordinary strength, most individuals need to use tools to strengthen themselves.

Yet that's what makes them unusual.

He can use their tools, and He has mastered this ability long ago.

However, it is beyond his ability to continuously produce those tools like human beings.

It is only a matter of time to occupy the entire planet, but if you want to spread the seeds to more distant worlds, He said that what you need to do is not just digest them, but completely digest their knowledge, and even the lower level of thought and culture .

After a long time of contemplation, he slowly opened his mouth.

You are the brightest of all my children, perhaps that is a great discovery.

At least it's worth a try.

With her mother's affirmation, Thea felt physically and mentally happy, and the tentacles under the skirt swayed happily.

I have a better idea than the one that got around them.

The people in the wall and the people in the north are already united. We just need to put pressure on that wall and restrain the human power in the north—

Then we only need to launch an attack by surprise, and we will be able to completely occupy their brood!

...

Outside of Boulder City.

Located on the edge of the West Third Ring Road, Joey in power armor was staring intently at the projection in the helmet's eyepiece.

According to the footage captured by the drone, millions of fruiting bodies are walking out of the entrances of the subway stations and the ruins of buildings within the second to third ring lines, and are consciously rushing towards the direction of Boulder City.

Looking at the turbulent waves, Joey's brows were filled with deep solemnity.

The adjutant standing next to him was even more livid, and couldn't help swallowing.

Damn... how come there are so many?

After the concentration of spores in the air broke through a critical value, the annual wave finally broke out.

It's just that the quantity and quality completely exceeded the expectations of the officers of the militia.

According to previous experience, there are as many as one million fruiting bodies that can be seen, and the actual number dispatched may be more than 10 times!

What is even more interesting is not the quantity.

Except for the cannon fodder of the gnawers, there are also a large number of powerful fruiting bodies such as butchers and tyrants, as well as a small number of extremely dangerous evolutionary bodies.

Including the three-story behemoth.

Including flying aliens with flapping wings.

There are various types of these monsters, and all of them have a fierce appearance.

These guys seem to have completely forgotten that there is Dawn City in the north, and they all rushed towards Boulder City.

After discovering the conscious gathering of slime mold fruiting bodies, Joey did not hesitate, and immediately mobilized five thousand-man militia teams and transferred the 5,000-man punishment battalion to the front line.

At the same time, he ordered the P-2 Lightning attack aircraft on standby on the tarmac to take off immediately, and launched the first round of air strikes on the wave on the main road.

Two plumes of ion plasma streaked across the gray mist-filled air, and dropped two black shadows towards the densely populated neighborhood with fruiting bodies.

The orange-red flames soared into the sky, engulfing the gnawers in pieces.

However, something weird happened.

The flame that was supposed to be burning seemed to be poured with cold water. After devouring half of the street's eaters, it didn't burn more and more. Instead, the fire became weaker and weaker, and finally left an incomplete burning area. corpses and viscous oily objects.

If these nutrients cannot be completely burned, the slime mold will quickly reuse them.

On the surface they are fighting those slime molds, but in essence they are fighting against the nutrients that are dominated by the brood.

Slime mold will continue to recycle organic matter from the battlefield and bring it back to the incubation room, and re-convert it into combat units according to a certain ratio.

And this is where the wave is the most tricky.

Joey frowned.

It appears that the Allied Institute for Biological Research's analysis is correct, and the spore cloud produced by the new wave can effectively prevent the burning of conventional fuels.

He clearly saw through the drone's lens that when the flame ignited, the gray-green mist rushed towards the burning flame as if it had self-consciousness.

The wave of air strikes only stagnated for a moment, and then continued to move forward in the direction of Boulder City.

Some nibblers pounced on the charred corpses, formed a circle on the ground, and ate big mouthfuls without wasting any nutrients.

Of course, those noble evolutions looked down on these skinny wretches, they just looked at the sky where the flames fell and laughed coldly.

They seem to know where the attack is coming from and that someone must be there watching them.

But it doesn't matter--

Under His will, all resistance is futile!

All carbon-based creatures will be turned into nourishment for their prosperity!

The front of the wave is only 1 kilometer away from the defense line of Boulder City.

If this trend continues, within an hour at most, the first line of defense of the punishment camp will collide with these slime molds.

The adjutant standing next to Joey clenched his fists and finally couldn't help saying.

We can only use nuclear weapons!

It's not that he feels sorry for those criminals, he doesn't care about the lives of those garbage at all.

He just simply didn't think that group of bullying guys could block the raging waves with a few machine guns and rifles without the support of incendiary bombs.

Before Joey could speak, the staff officer of the militia regiment interrupted the adjutant.

No! Radioactive substances will accelerate the evolution of slime mold! We have verified before that using nuclear weapons on the wave will only make the next year's wave more ferocious!

The adjutant clenched his fists and couldn't help but say.

Incendiary bombs don't work, and nuclear weapons don't work... Do you expect to clean up the garbage with more than 5,000 cannon fodder plus conventional artillery?

Joey said solemnly.

I have requested reinforcements from the Union Army Command and they have promised to send more men to help us.

The adjutant frowned.

It's strange, why the alliance was not attacked, but we were targeted by the tide? Could it be that the alliance's biological research institute discovered some way to make the tide ignore them—

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an angry rebuttal.

Shut up!

Looking at the stunned adjutant, Joey reached out and grabbed his collar, staring into his eyes and saying every word.

What I need is your professional advice, not some unfounded nonsense here! No one can escape the wave unless it is wiped out. I've seen that man, maybe I don't know him well enough, but I can be sure that he is definitely not the kind of idiot you said!

The adjutant nodded tremblingly.

clear……

Move when you understand! Joey let go of his collar, The front line needs heavy equipment, and I need you to send another batch of heavy machine guns and mortars from the inventory immediately!

The adjutant took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

yes!

...

News of the attack on Boulder quickly reached the Alliance positions.

Fang Chang, who was still guarding the radio station, frowned as he looked at the marked lines on the map, and his expression of firm belief was shaken a little.

The plan failed?

No... just the opposite!

Clenching his fists resting on the map, Quanshui standing next to him was full of excitement and gave a completely different opinion from him.

His point of view is just the opposite.

If a few minutes ago, he still had doubts about the details of the Bodyguard plan, but now he can almost say with certainty that their plan has succeeded!

This Thea is a bit calculating!

It's just that this level of calculation is still too simple, so that it seems a bit pretentious instead.

If it were him, he would allocate one-fifth or one-fourth of his troops, put pressure on the alliance, and patiently repeat last year's script.

And what it is doing now is tantamount to telling them-I have noticed you, but I pretend not to see it.

It is clear!

Boulder City was just a feint attack, and the main force of Tide was probably already lurking under the dense fog in the northern suburbs, ready to launch at any time.

Fang Chang also came back to his senses at this time, and after a moment of stupefaction, a smile gradually stretched from that dignified expression.

I see.

Good guy.

This matrix actually played with them.

This is what he did not expect.

Just when Fang Chang came back to his senses, Quan Shui had already grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table.

Our enemy has already taken the bait! On the edge, take your brothers to the direction of the West District of Qingquan City for reinforcements...but be careful not to go too fast, and be prepared to turn around at any time! Wait for my news!

The reply of edge paddling came quickly on the communication channel.

receive!

After hanging up the communication of Brother Brink, Quanshui then transferred the communication to the front line of the No. 06 defense zone, shouting energetically.

Notify the brothers on the battlefield, let them cheer up!

The prey is about to move, a tough battle is coming!