This Game Is Too Realistic

It has to be said that the one who understands the Willanters best is the Willanters themselves.

Vanus, who used to be the head of the Eastern Legion, knew the temper of those high-level people very well.

Seeing that the position of Broken Edge Mountain could not be attacked for a long time, Lium, who was sitting on the bridge, couldn't sit still, and cursed in a low voice.

What is that fellow Modlin dawdling about!

The 2,000th team had already entered the cave for a long time, but they still failed to take the position after fighting for a long time.

The wounded were carried out continuously, and then filled in again. In a blink of an eye, the entire thousand-man team was rotated over and over again, and even the purge team attached to the thousand-man team was almost wiped out!

Seeing such a situation, Leum couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Although it was unbelievable to say so, he always felt that this group of mutants seemed to let them in on purpose...

What a ghost.

Is this an idea that those guys with brains can come up with?

However, even realizing that there might be a problem with the mutants, it was impossible to expect him to order a retreat.

If this was withdrawn, wouldn't the words he said earlier be shooting himself in the foot?

Thinking of the previous phone call, Lium's face turned red.

He seemed to have seen the sneer on the faces of those idiot city fans.

Even for the glory of the Willant people, he must not retreat!

The clenched teeth made a creaking sound, actually biting the wooden stick into two pieces.

Lium slammed his right fist on the armrest of the chair, looked at the adjutant at the side and gritted his teeth and ordered.

Notify General Modlin! Use the 1,000th team on Black Cloud Mountain if necessary!

I allow him to use two thousand-man troops! No matter what method he uses and what price he pays, he must take that mountain to me tonight!

...

At the same time, the Black Cloud Mountain was full of people, shouting loudly.

Wearing matte gray steel helmets on their heads and jet-black bulletproof armor on their bodies, a group of heavily armed soldiers stepped out of the trenches and bomb defense holes with great momentum, rushing down the mountain like a torrent of torrents.

They are all soldiers of the 1,000th team, and they were dispatched to the front line tonight to replace the 2,000th team that was originally stationed in this position.

In fact, it was in the name of rotation that Lium was able to release the attacking troops from the position without telling the truth of the friendly forces, and carried out the offensive tonight.

But now, it seems that the strength of a thousand-man team is not enough to crack this tough nut, and this is something that no one expected.

Seeing that the front-line offensive troops were in danger, General Modlin could only push up the defensive troops on the position, leaving only two centurions to defend.

However, for these militant boys, they did not have the slightest sense of crisis.

Seeing the friendly troops fighting the enemy bravely on the front line, they were already eager to try on the mountain, eager to rush up immediately to teach those mutants a profound lesson.

After crossing the rugged mountain road, it didn't take long for a group of people to touch the front line of the battlefield.

A centurion strode up to the leading centurion and shouted loudly in a rough voice.

The brothers of the 2000th team have encountered a little trouble, and now we are going to solve this trouble for them!

For the glory of the Willante!

For the glory of Triumph City!

For His Majesty the Marshal!

Follow me and rush up! Squeeze those disgusting and dirty bugs to death! Everyone behind you will witness your bravery!

Pairs of pupils were burning with frenzy, and every soldier wearing a helmet burst into a roar of blood boiling.

kill!!!

Amidst the majestic shouts of killing, a whole centurion rushed up the mountain like a rainbow.

At the same time, dozens of stretchers passed by them and were hastily carried down along the rugged mountain road.

But no one cared.

They only have one thought at the moment, which is to press those green guys to death in the cave!

Just when the Weilante people were killing their red eyes, the corporate headquarters monitoring the battlefield through drones finally discovered the problem——

There seems to be something wrong with the troops put into the battlefield by these Weilantes.

Yun Song, who was staring at the holographic screen, sank like water, was startled suddenly, and said.

They mobilized the defense forces on the mountain!

There was an uproar in the headquarters, and the adjutant standing next to Lin Shangwen's eyes widened.

Is that Lium crazy?!

When will those lunatics live normally... Squeezing out the words between his teeth, Lin Shangwen looked at him with a dark face, Contact the manager of the alliance!

yes!

The adjutant nodded quickly, and was about to give instructions to the correspondent, but saw that the communication request from the Iron Heart had already popped up on the screen.

Without hesitation, Lin Shangwen immediately ordered to connect.

After a short delay, the azure blue powered armor appeared in the middle of the screen.

That set of armor code-named Order is just like Order itself, just looking at it can't help but feel a sense of peace in my heart.

However, Yun Song felt that compared with the heavy power armor, that majestic yet friendly face gave him more confidence and sense of security.

This is an indescribable intuition, from that person's eyes he can see the shadow of the new era.

As early as the first time we met, he had this feeling...

The command room subconsciously fell silent.

Looking at Mr. Lin on the opposite side of the video window, Chu Guang said in a very soft voice.

In the past few days when I was away, you guys were a little too aggressive.

Hearing the displeasure hidden in that sentence, Lin Shangwen also felt a little embarrassed, coughed dryly and said.

...Let's think about how to solve the problem first.

Many of the conflicts within the coalition forces are problems left over from history, which cannot be resolved in a short while.

Apparently knowing this, Chu Guang nodded, without asking too much responsibility for what happened tonight, and went straight to the point.

I need you guys to send a cloudfly attack formation around the west side of Black Cloud Mountain to stand by.

Lin Shangwen frowned slightly.

Should we cover the retreat of the group of Willante?

Chu Guang shook his head.

It may be difficult to expect them to retreat, but we cannot lose the position of Heiyun Mountain.

Lin Shangwen hesitated slightly, looked at him with a hint of disbelief in his eyes and asked.

You mean the mutants might fight back?

Why not? They can even lure the enemy deep. I have reason to suspect that what the torch taught them is not only biological technology, but also communication technology and some command skills.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

Since we can't save them, we must at least make their sacrifices worthwhile.

Lin Shangwen's expression gradually became dignified, and he said seriously.

I see, the Cloudfly attack formation will set off within half an hour.

Chu Guang nodded and said simply.

Well, try to hurry up.

...

At the same time, in another world, the player exchange section of the Wasteland OL official website forum is full of excitement.

This is the case in every war.

Shaking people in the group is not enough. In order to completely cover the information, the head of the corps usually goes to the forum to shout.

Commander Springs: @Stormtroopers, here we go! Brothers!

Kakarot: Got it!

Buffy at the Grave: Take it!

I am the darkest: Aww!

Battlefield atmosphere group: MMP! Envious! T.T

Quit smoking: Hahaha! I feel sorry for the battlefield guys!

Irena: Why do you feel sorry for him? He's the father-in-law watching too closely. (Funny)

Combat atmosphere group: ??? What the hell?

Quitting smoking: ...Hey, I was careless.

...

Following Brother Quanshui's yell, the players of the Storm Corps put on their helmets and returned to the line, and assembled towards their respective battle positions according to the pre-established plan.

Just when the Alliance and the Enterprise were ready to put out the fire, the battle between the Rock Ax Clan and the 310,000th Team of Two Thousands was drawing to a close.

The commander of the 2,000th was wounded in the battle. Fortunately, the guards rescued him desperately and was brought back from the front line.

The clearance team composed of 120 was cut off from the back when they were fighting for the tunnel, and they were almost wiped out after bravely breaking through. As for the remaining ten Centuries, more than half of them had suffered casualties, and they were on the verge of collapsing under the violent counterattack of the mutants.

Even if the 1,000th team stepped forward in time, it failed to turn the tide of the battle.

The tunnels are like a maze, and there are several forks in each road. The forks are connected to each other. If you are not careful, you will lose your way, and if you are serious, you may even collide with your own people.

And although those mutants were not smart, they dug the tunnels by themselves, and there were marks on them that only they could understand.

Besides that, there were those little goblins.

Not only can they get out of dog holes that are less than the size of watermelons, but they can also use the knives and wooden sticks in their hands to stab the assholes of those unsuspecting Willant people.

Although the legion offered a big killer such as a flamethrower, as the battle line advanced into the depths of the tunnel, this thing did not work as well as imagined.

Often the flames that spewed out did not burn the opposite side to death, but consumed the oxygen in the entire pit, and the position that was finally established had to be withdrawn.

The situation of the battle gradually turned from the initial evenly matched situation to the decline of the Willant people.

In a narrow tunnel, the walls on both sides are full of bullet holes.

A team of Weilante was relying on the raised rocks on both sides, barely acting as a cover, and engaged in a fierce firefight with the green-skinned mutants on the opposite side of the tunnel.

After emptying a whole magazine, he finally killed a mindless zombie mutant. Damon, whose helmet was covered in plasma, was startled and angry, cursing while changing the magazine.

Damn... how many animals are there?! Did they bury a team of ten thousand people in the mountains!

The entire tunnel echoed with violent gunshots, and he could only speak with a roar.

I don't think it's—damn!

The ten captain who fell on the ground barely got up with the support of his teammates, took a grenade from the breastplate and stuffed it into Damon's hand.

Use white phosphorus bombs!

Facing the kind of guy who won't die even if his head is blown off, this is the best thing to do.

The glaring white light can not only interfere with the vision of the group of mutants, but also the burning flames and pungent smoke can stop their attack, thus buying them a moment to breathe.

Damon took the grenade without hesitation, bit the ring with his teeth and threw it deep into the tunnel.

A blinding white light flashed, followed by painful howls and wailings from the depths of the darkness.

Hearing the howling sound, everyone was immediately refreshed, and the ten commander clenched his fists even more excitedly.

pretty!

This shit burned at least two or three to death—

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and suddenly a lump of green stuff flew out from the depths of the tunnel.

It was a goblin.

To be precise, it was thrown, and the swollen stomach seemed to be stuffed with something.

It staggered up from the ground in a disheveled state, its bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred and fear, and it rushed towards the group of people screaming.

An omen of crisis suddenly crept into his heart, and Damon jumped on it almost without hesitation, and roared loudly at the same time.

Lie down!

The moment he pressed the goblin with his body and cut its throat with his dagger, the roar of the explosion resounded from the tunnel, making everyone dizzy and deaf.

No one knew what the charge of the bomb was.

But even black powder is dangerous enough in this narrow tunnel.

Damon, who was lying on the self-demolition goblin, let out a muffled snort, his breastplate was shattered and embedded in his body. Under the flickering of the flames, the 1.8-meter-long man was pushed up by the shock wave of the explosion, and then fell down heavily.

Demon!!!

Looking at the unconscious comrade-in-arms, the commander's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he let out a roar.

An assaulter threw himself in front of him, with his trembling index finger under his teammate's nose, his face suddenly changed.

I'm not breathing!

Before he had time to hesitate, the ten commander restrained the anger in his chest and roared loudly.

Peter! Bench! Hold the hole! Medic! Get the hell out of here!

...Yes! The assaulter who jumped next to Damon clenched his teeth, left Damon's side, got up and went to the side of the bunker, and alternately fired with another teammate into the depths of the tunnel, venting the anger in his chest. All vented on the flames that sprang out of the muzzle.

The medical soldiers accompanying the team crawled to the side of Damon quickly, and turned him over with great effort.

However, the moment he saw Damon's chest, his entire face lost all color in an instant.

Hopeless……

Fragments of the breastplate were at least half lodged in him.

The intestines were twisted into a bloody mess, so that he couldn't even tell which was Daemon's and which was the goblin's.

However, he still stretched out his trembling index finger and pulled off the bandage hanging around his waist, muttering tremblingly while bandaging his breathless teammates.

It's like saying meaningless prayers.

Seeing the firepower pouring in from the depths of the tunnel became more and more fierce, the people in the tunnel no longer had the high morale and fighting will that they had when they went down the mountain.

Seeing the continuous casualties of his teammates and the lack of reinforcements from the rear, the ten commander almost gritted his teeth.

Can't wait any longer!

Ready to be punished by the officer, he yelled at his teammates in front of him.

Seal the hole with incendiary bombs!

We need to get out of this damn place—!

As soon as his words fell, an explosion from the other side of the tunnel sent the two soldiers guarding the entrance of the cave flying out.

Holding on to the wall and struggling to stand still, he grabbed the rifle that fell on the ground and looked forward, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw a mutant with a steel plate welded on his body standing in the middle of the tunnel, his face was covered with distorted flesh, half covered with scars, half with newly grown new flesh, showing a creepy grin at him... …

The fierce battle continued.

Every Willant trapped in the cave tried their best, but they still couldn't contain the continuous casualties.

Objectively speaking, they are indeed able to play more than ordinary people.

But standing in front of them at this moment is a mutant.

In terms of technology, the opponent is no less than them...

On board the Allegiance airship.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Lium's forehead, and the expression on his face was no longer as smooth as before, and the gloomy brows were full of embarrassment.

Just now, General Modlin reported to him the situation on the front line and made a request to retreat.

Although there was ten thousand reluctance in his heart, Lium knew very well that if he continued to fight, it would only increase casualties, and he had no chance of winning, so he could only grit his teeth and gave the order to retreat, asking General Modlin to bring them back.

It didn't end there, however.

The group of mutants didn't intend to let his subordinates go, and chased after the two thousand-man teams.

Looking at the picture on the holographic screen, the adjutant standing next to General Liumu said solemnly.

...The group of mutants probably didn't intend to retreat. They probably wanted to take advantage of our retreat and kill them directly on the Black Cloud Mountain!

I know, Lium asked the adjutant angrily, Where is the nearest army to Black Cloud Mountain?

On Fushan...the death corps of the alliance is stationed there, the adjutant said in a low voice after a pause, For us, the nearest one is at the Weifu military base...more than ten miles of mountain roads, another one or two I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up with the altitude of a thousand meters.

If you want to keep the position of Heiyun Mountain, there seems to be only one way left.

Lium felt his heart was bleeding.

If it is not a last resort, he is absolutely unwilling to ask the friendly army for help.

However, it is easier to accept asking for help from the alliance than asking for help from the enterprise.

After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he ordered.

Contact the Alliance Commander!

yes!

Just as the adjutant's voice fell, the radar operator in the bridge suddenly spoke.

Report! The Heart of Steel has appeared on our radar! It is about 80 kilometers away from us!

Hearing the name Heart of Steel, Lium twitched fiercely, gritted his teeth and said again.

...Contact the Heart of Steel directly!

The adjutant smiled wryly and gave a military salute.

yes!

...

On the mountain road between Heiyun Mountain and Broken Blade Mountain, the strong man carrying the camera clicked his tongue in surprise.

The mutants on this mountain have something...

No wonder he couldn't get involved in life or death. After a long time, it turned out that it wasn't his problem.

Squatting on the stone pier not far from him, rubbing his paws, the trash picker 99 was like a gargoyle, his amber pupils shone with excitement.

Hurry up and bleed like a river!

He hadn't had a good time killing Fushan back then, but this time he won't make the same mistake again.

It looks like it's almost here. I wanted to stand quietly by the side, holding up the binoculars in my hand, and muttered in thought, ...Good guy, the Willanters were actually repulsed by them?

not only that.

The mutants hiding in the tunnel even chased them out in batches, howling and rushing towards the Willanters who were retreating down the mountain.

And those short goblins took out the machine guns and short cannons hidden in the cave, and greeted them down the mountain.

One after another tracer lights poured down like raindrops, hitting the Willant people at the bottom of the mountain so that they couldn't raise their heads.

The Loyalty in the distance could only watch anxiously.

The ballistic spread of indirect fire is too large, and it is easy to send friendly troops away with such close range fire.

Seeing that the two teams of thousands of people were in danger, those mutants were about to take advantage of the situation to attack the Black Cloud Mountain on the north side. Six Yunfly flappers suddenly came out of the night, and the rockets hanging on both sides pointed towards the mountainside. There was a round of strafing from the machine gun positions above.

The orthopter flew out suddenly, and General Modlin, who was standing on the position of Heiyun Mountain, was surprised.

The adjutant squatting next to him exclaimed in disbelief.

enterprise?!

These guys will support them?

The Beastmaster standing on the top of Broken Blade Mountain also shrank his pupils, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Based on his understanding of the various forces in the coalition forces, it is absolutely impossible for those guys to truly unite together. Even if they are forcibly tied to a chariot, they will be wary of each other and put their own careful thoughts in their hearts. pocket.

Therefore, when the Legion launched a surprise attack at the beginning, he guessed its intentions roughly, so he made a plan to ask Oron to put the group of Weilantes into the cave, creating the illusion that the position of Broken Blade Mountain was easy to take, and tempted The legion also pushed the garrison on Heiyun Mountain to the front line.

The program has been successful so far.

If there is no accident, give him two more hours at most, and he will be able to wipe out the two thousand-man teams of the Willant people at the foot of the mountain.

However, he never expected that at this juncture, the company would intervene.

In his original idea, even if the enterprise found that the frontline battle situation was tight, it would definitely not send reinforcements to the legion.

After all, the Willanters did not act according to the plan and intended to grab the results first.

They can just take this opportunity to make the Weilante people suffer, there is no need to take advantage of those guys.

Seeing the sparks blooming on the mountainside, the Beastmaster frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly seemed to think of something, looked up at the night sky to the north, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

...Is that guy here?

He whispered in his mouth, and the transparent figure gradually disappeared into the night wind.

At the same time, the two thousand-man teams that were already in jeopardy finally got a chance to breathe with the killing of six Yunfly oropters and dozens of rockets.

Looking at the burning mess beside him, a goblin artilleryman screamed and yelled, urging the minions beside him to reload the ammunition, aiming the caliper at one of the flapping things, and then slammed He pulled the gun rope.

A flash of orange-yellow fire rushed towards it, but it didn't even touch the shadow of the orthopter. It should have been easily dodged by a smooth sideways movement.

After completing the evasive maneuver, the Yunfly oropter did not pause at all. The machine gun hanging under the nose swung cleanly, and then a shuttle machine gun swept over.

The orange-yellow bullet rain swept over like a storm, and instantly tore the artillery emplacement hidden behind the bunker, including the people with the cannon, and even the bunker next to it to pieces!

pretty!

The Willant man lying behind the bunker at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but shouted into the night sky above his head, but soon remembered that he was from the company, so he swallowed back the cheers that reached his lips.

The same is true for Modlin who is on the Black Cloud Mountain, looking at the Yunflies who rescued them with a complicated expression.

Fortunately, the two thousand-man teams under his command were able to withdraw to rest and wait for the rear to make up, so as not to end up in annihilation.

However, when he thought that it was the enterprise that saved them, he couldn't be happy at all...

At this moment, on Fushan Mountain behind Heiyun Mountain, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons had already assembled and marched over in batches.

Looking at those guys who passed through his position without saying hello, Maudlin was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help shouting.

Which army are you from?

Someone answered him.

Storm Corps!

Stormtroopers?

Maudlin froze for a moment.

He seems to have heard of this name vaguely, but he can't remember it.

The adjutant standing next to him changed his expression, remembering the few battles he participated in in Luoxia Province when he served in the expeditionary force last year.

At that time, a group of guys chased after them and drove them for hundreds of miles in the desert...

Among them is a legion, it seems to be called the Storm Corps?

Just when all the officers of the Weilante were surprised, this high-morale army had already reached the front line.

A man wearing a heavy exoskeleton stood in the back row of the team, carrying a huge gun barrel on his back, firing continuously at the front position, pouring heavy mortar shells one after another.

There seemed to be some kind of special shield stretched beside him, even in the face of the concentrated fire of the mutants on the mountain, he was unscathed, and he even had the strength to shout through the horn.

Bros--!

Open your eyes to these big-nosed people who pee their pants in fear! Let them see what a real fighting race is!

Dedicate victory to our managers!

Inspired by that roar, various and excited shouts broke out on the battlefield, and there were people shouting for anything.

Crush them!

Aww!

Those voices mixed together, causing the panting mutants on the mountainside to feel chills in their hearts.

Intuition tells them.

This group of guys who don't look special may be more difficult than all the humans they have encountered before combined...