This Game Is Too Realistic

Boiling killing intent filled the entire forest.

But at this moment, the armored thousand-man team surrounded by billowing smoke and dust was unaware of it.

The air team of Xifan Port has already scouted the entire area ahead, and the only thing blocking the defense line several kilometers away is a few anti-tank artillery deployed in the artillery pit.

In addition, there are some targets that seem to be foxholes, and hidden areas where stragglers may lurk.

In front of the Conqueror 10, which can carry a 100-kilogram aerial bomb for dive bombing, these seemingly bluffing things are nothing more than toothpicks, and at most they can break their tracks.

And considering that the alliance may pass on the drone drilling crotch tactics to these guerrillas, they have long referred to the experience of the Eastern Legion to install chains to block drones at the front and rear of the car body.

Once that kind of quadrotor aircraft is close, the propeller will get mixed up with those chains and lose power.

None of the Willanters doubted that when their tanks drove up to the group of Borneos, the indestructible tracks would run over the stunned faces.

This will be a battle without any suspense!

On the moving Greyhound wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, Centurion Nichols, who is reconnaissing the Centuries, is adjusting the magnification of the observation mirror, comparing the map with marked points and symbols in his hand, and staring at the suspected artillery in front of him. pit target.

The rats hiding in the burrows apparently also noticed the dust raised by the tires in the distance, and they were just about to get out of the holes.

He opened the weapon safety, and he shouted into the communicator while maintaining his vigilance.

...2.5 kilometers ahead, the enemy's towed artillery is being loaded! So far, a total of three have been found!

The answer came quickly in the communication channel.

receive!

Nicklus took a deep breath, moved his eyes from the observation mirror to the shooting window, put his index finger on the trigger, and stared at the three cannons that were being loaded, but he didn't fire first.

This distance is a bit far for the 20mm gun with wheeled armor.

Although the Greyhound has a vertical stabilizer, it does not mean that they are completely immune to bumpy road conditions.

If you want to hit the target, you can only stop and fire.

However, in that case, for them whose advantage lies in mobility, the loss outweighs the gain.

Nicklus quickly made a judgment, and planned to teach the half-baked guerrillas a lesson after approaching one kilometer.

Compared to Nicholas' prudence, the soldiers under his command are much more presumptuous.

They had already seen the level of the Borneo guerrillas in the previous battle.

Those guys can turn an ambush into an encounter, which is no different from giving away a head.

The death of their teammates did not make them vigilant, but ignited the anger and killing intent in their hearts.

They couldn't wait to avenge the two brothers who died!

Two kilometers left!

Sir! They seem to be fully loaded! Call for fire!

Reject, wait for the order to fire! Fire again when you get close!

yes!

Haha, these mice don't really think that thing is useful to us, do they?

Listening to the ridicule in the communication channel, Nichols reprimanded in a low voice.

Don't be too careless! That thing might be 155 mm. Although it can't penetrate the Conqueror, it is still enough to penetrate us.

There was a circle of grass on the barrel of the opponent's gun, and it was unclear what kind of gun it was.

Maybe it's 155mm, maybe it's their 100mm.

No matter what kind of artillery it is, even if it can't penetrate tanks, it is no problem to penetrate reconnaissance vehicles with equivalent armor of less than 20mm.

He had already lost a scout vehicle, and he didn't want to embarrass Commander Renekton again.

Regarding Nicklus' cautiousness, another observer and driver named Jimmy just teased him.

Then you have to hit it—

As soon as his words fell, a series of deafening cannons suddenly sounded from a distance.

It wasn't just three guns, there must have been at least a dozen of them, and there were even a few...mortars?

Oh shit--!

They opened fire!

There was a loud roar in the communication channel, and the scouting cars quickly changed their galloping directions.

Although he said he was not afraid, it was another matter to see the shells coming, and all the boys were screaming.

Nicholas looked astonished, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, why even the sound of the mortar was mixed in, but he saw that the mess of shells had already flown over in one go.

Without hesitation, he immediately roared.

Prepare to hide!

receive!

The driver sitting in front of him didn't panic at all, turned the steering wheel lightly, and easily avoided the cannonball that was flying slowly across the distance.

In fact, there is no need to avoid it at all.

It was impossible to hit at this distance, and the shells did not rush towards them at all. Some landed in front of them, and many landed on the ruts left by their tires.

boom--!

Thick smoke from the explosion soared into the sky, and a milky white smoke wall spread along with it.

Niklus, who looked back at the small window behind the turret, was startled and reacted immediately.

It's a smoke bomb!

No--

It's not just a smoke bomb!

There was no response from the communication channel, and Nicholas soon discovered in horror that his car radio was out of order!

Damn! It's an electromagnetic interference bomb!

The sound of artillery in the distance is still continuing, and it is getting more and more intense. The shells landed on the open plain, as if they wanted to cover the entire plain with smoke.

Here is the plain.

Their cover-up won't last long!

Watching the intermittent signals, a drop of sweat dripped from Nicholas' forehead, comforting himself in his heart.

However, seeing that it was about to rush out of the smoke screen that blocked the signal, the body that was bumping forward suddenly stopped violently, as if it had hit a field ridge!

With a muffled grunt, it hit the turret, and Nicholas' forehead was almost bleeding out.

The body is obviously leaning forward!

Holding on to the slanted armrest, he gritted his teeth and cursed, yelling at the driver in the driver's seat.

What are you doing!

The driver yelled angrily while stepping on the gas pedal desperately.

Visibility is terrible! Damn! Our tires got stuck in something!

its stuck?!

The expressions of Nicholas and another communications soldier changed instantly.

Stopping in such a ghostly place is no different from a living target!

The only good thing is that the enemy artillery is still firing smoke bombs.

Although the wall of smoke that covered the sky and the sun blocked their communication and vision, it also protected them in turn.

Nicklus pushed the communication soldier behind him, and shouted urgently.

Get out of the car and have a look!

yes!

Although the communication soldier looked terrified, he also knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he could only hold the pu-9 submachine gun in his hand, gritted his teeth and got out of the car door.

The moment he pushed the car door open, there was a deafening explosion sound not far away, accompanied by crackling sounds like firecrackers.

That was the sound of ammunition racks exploding!

At the same time, there was also the chug sound of the 20mm gun.

As if witnessing the tragic situation of the friendly army, a reconnaissance vehicle opened fire as if startled, and the tracers of the shots flew randomly in the thick white smoke.

A stray bullet hit Nicholas' car and flew out, sparking a series of duang sparks on the solid car shell.

The communications soldier who had just got out of the car was taken aback and fell to the ground in a hurry.

Are you crazy! Cease fire!

Nicklus was also frightened, grabbed the communicator and roared, but it was useless.

It is meaningless to fire in this situation. Not only will it expose your position, but it may even injure friendly troops.

But just then, Nicklus suddenly discovered that it wasn't just his own crew that lost the ability to move.

All nine vehicles of the entire reconnaissance team lost their ability to move!

His face completely changed.

If the smoke cleared, they would all be like living targets and could only be harvested by the artillery in the distance.

What the hell is going on!

Nicklus, whose sanity gradually collapsed, roared towards the outside of the car door, and at the same time grabbed the submachine gun hanging under the turret, and was ready to abandon the car.

The communications soldier struggled to get up from the mud, and with a desperate expression on his face, he yelled at the open car door.

It's a dark hole! They dug a trench and put grass on it! Our tires got stuck!

This trench is not an ordinary trench, but one with a high front and a low rear.

If only the tires were stuck, they could climb out, but due to the height difference between the front and rear, their chassis hung on the wall of the trench, and the front and rear wheels were equivalent to being held up.

Nicholas froze.

moat? !

on the plains? !

How did this group of guys do it under their noses? !

No--

In fact, there is no way.

Just dig a tunnel underground first, then remove the top and replace it with licorice or something like that.

There are farmlands everywhere here, connected near the ridges, with a little camouflage, the plane can't find it at all.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the expression on Nichols' face gradually changed from stiffness to panic.

He suddenly remembered the hateful faces hidden in the woods before, and those soldiers who would rather die than surrender.

It wasn't until then that he remembered that the number of those people was 200,000, and there were hundreds of millions of people behind those 200,000...

Before they knew it, they had fallen into a bottomless quagmire!

Numerous foxholes were covered with boards and haystacks, and thin faces with protruding frontal bones crawled out from under the holes.

They are not tall and thin, but their eyes are as fierce as hyenas.

The weapons in their hands are various.

There's a Ripper rifle, there's a Confederate LD-47, there's a man clutching a rough bench.

Spotting this group of soldiers who were crawling forward, the crew of the Velante vehicle who got out of the car immediately took out their submachine guns and fired at them, but they were quickly suppressed by the returning firepower.

Even races born for fighting cannot withstand the endless numbers.

Seeing that they were close enough, the crawling soldiers no longer covered up, got up from the ground one after another, and rushed towards the stalled reconnaissance vehicles.

A crew member of the Vilante vehicle showed panic on his face, and shouted at his comrades behind him.

Damn it! Their infantry is approaching us! How long will it take for our tanks to come!

He already regretted running so fast.

But it's too late to regret now, I can only pray that the friendly forces will arrive soon.

Damn it! Where did these gophers come from?!

We need reinforcements! Three o'clock—

Stop fire, what the hell! Do you want to send me away!?

Don't stop fire! Those people are rushing up!

How many people are there in this group?!

Ahh! Go to hell!

Facing the suffocating white mist, Nicholas' lips turned white slightly.

He vaguely heard the sound of gunshots, as well as the curses and exclamations of his comrades.

One after another tracers shuttled through the fog, but they couldn't stop the howling roar.

That's at least a thousand people—

Kill!!!

...

Enemy artillery fires smoke bombs!

The investigative centurion has lost contact!

The armored thousand-man team marching forward mightily.

The two sudden news made Renekton's pupils shrink slightly when he was sitting on the command vehicle.

smoke bomb?

But also with signal interference.

What kind of tricks are these natives playing?

80% is given to them by the alliance!

Renekton couldn't help rolling his eyes when the adjutant's voice came from the communication channel.

...This is nonsense, can this group of natives make this thing by themselves?

Staring at the thick fog that was spreading in the distance, Renekton, holding the communicator, made deployment in a calm voice.

The 100th team, attack the smoke group from the front. The second and third team outflank from the side, the fourth and fifth team follow up from behind, and the others maintain the original formation... Remember to pay attention to our east side the woods.

receive!

A uniform answer came from the communication channel, and the steel torrent composed of ninety-two tanks also changed its formation at the same time!

The tanks on both sides of the formation began to accelerate, while the tanks in the middle maintained their speed. The arrow-shaped troops gradually extended forward into a large open bowl.

A total of ninety-two tanks!

And more than half of them are Conqueror Ten!

As offensive strikers, they will become indestructible spears in the hands of Captain Ryan Wanfu!

Renekton stared straight ahead, with a smile of interest on the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to see what tricks the other side could use?

Rush over!

Seeing the smoke getting closer and closer ahead, he who was sitting under the turret kicked the driver's seat, and the latter shouted excitedly.

yes!

The distance of several kilometers was fleeting, but everything that came into view made Renekton's smile freeze on his face.

Nine Greyhound wheeled reconnaissance vehicles broke down on the road, and one of them was burned black, as if its ammunition rack and fuel tank had been blown up.

As for the remaining eight vehicles, the members of the vehicle were dragged out and hung on the carriage and turret in a miserable state.

Some had their stomachs cut open with bayonets, while others were shot to death or burnt to death.

The nearby ground was covered with corpses, and judging from their thin bodies and worn-out equipment, they were all soldiers from Borneo.

Both sides were red-eyed, and vented their hatred on each other in the most cruel way.

Staring at the corpses, Renekton was instantly furious, clenching his teeth so hard that he wanted to crush the roots of his teeth.

These bastards!

The interfering smoke gradually thinned, and there was another deafening roar from the distant artillery.

Seeing the Borneo army planning to do the same, Renekton roared angrily while grabbing the communicator.

Attention all units, fire freely!

Give me a hard beat on them!

As soon as his words fell, a violent explosion sounded from the northeast direction.

That was not the sound of tanks firing.

Because at the same time that the sound sounded, Renekton saw a firework soaring into the sky, and the turret going up to the sky along with the firework.

That is the Conqueror Ten they are proud of!

Seeing the crackling and flickering flames, and the half of the car shell emitting sparks, Renekton was stunned.

Not only was he dumbfounded, but almost all the people in Weilante were stunned on the spot.

The sound of panic came belatedly from the communication channel.

...This is the 300th team! We were attacked by anti-tank fire from unknown targets! Damn it!

The roar hadn't fallen yet, and immediately after that, another brilliant flame bloomed on the plain.

This time, Renekton could see clearly enough, it was a missile flying from the direction of the forest!

It's the people of the Union! !

Without any hesitation, Renekton yelled at the nearly crushed communicator with all his strength.

The 300th team pulls smoke! The 5th, 7th, and 900th team charge towards the woods on the east side!

Don't show mercy, crush them for me!

...

It was too late to turn around and run away. The opponent obviously didn't open fire as soon as he saw someone. He must have left enough shooting windows for himself. Pointing his butt at the enemy would only kill him faster.

What's more, running away with your tail between your legs is not the style of the Southern Legion!

Although the missile that exploded the ammunition rack surprised Renekton, he still decisively gave the order to attack, allowing the armor formation on the right to charge forward.

Individual anti-vehicle weapons usually have a safety distance limit, and it is safer to approach the limit distance.

The legion's tanks changed direction, and at least thirty tanks rolled over directly towards the woods, and fired towards the woods while driving.

The flames of the explosion engulfed a corner of the forest in an instant, pushing trees as thick as thighs to the ground with a force of destruction.

If it were the army of Borneo, more than half of them would have died in this round of shelling!

However, at the moment they are facing the blue gophers from Vault 404.

And it's from the most elite Burning Corps!

It was not the first time for the players present to face the Legion's tanks, so it was naturally impossible to stand there and let them shoot.

After firing a missile, Lao Bai immediately increased the output power of the power armor to the maximum, and ran away before the barrel moved over.

By the time that round of shells covered him, he had already reloaded the third round of missiles.

A slender white smoke drilled out of the woods, drew a steep zigzag line in the air, and slammed into a Conqueror 10 that was crazily fleeing while dragging the smoke.

Without any suspense, the fleeing tank turned into a mass of scrap iron in the boiling flames like a can being targeted by a can opener.

Lao Bai, who succeeded in one blow, did not look back to see the sparks of the explosion, and moved quickly to the next shooting point, and the observers in the regiment had already confirmed the kill for him.

A direct hit! Well done!

Quickly lock the next one.

receive!

It's not just Lao Bai who is carrying a missile launcher, and it's not just a pigeon flying out of the forest.

The 500 players of the alliance are divided into groups of two, scattered in woods and fields more than ten kilometers wide, one person is responsible for locking and observing, and the other is responsible for loading and firing.

Although the tail flame of the missile will expose the position of the shooter, the protection and mobility of the Xiaguang power armor make the Legion's tanks helpless.

Unless it is hit by an armor-piercing projectile, or a high-explosive projectile explodes at a very short distance, relying solely on the shrapnel produced by the explosion is not enough to disable the mobile armored infantry!

On the other hand, on the Legion's side, their tanks looked like paper in front of those missiles.

The successive explosions made the three armored centurions almost desperate.

They have already rushed into the crumbling woods that were bombarded by artillery fire, but the situation has not improved, and they are still suffering continuous casualties.

...Damn it! They're equipped with power armor!

What is that missile?!

They're moving too fast! We need infantry reinforcements!

It wasn't just the right side of the Armored Thousand that fell into despair, pessimism soon spread throughout the battlefield.

Looking at the piece of burning scrap iron on the northeast side and the approaching flames, Renekton was stunned and stunned, and fell into complete despair.

How did these guys do it? !

The gap armor of Conqueror 10 can defend against the metal jet of traditional armor-piercing shells, and the protection of the armor material itself can even block all traditional kinetic energy artillery!

Not only that, the full protection system of Conqueror 10 has the ability to resist the overpressure of aerial bombs, and it can also resist the threat of poisonous gas and radioactive substances!

For the survivor forces whose technological strength was before the early prosperity era, their advantage is almost absolute!

As for the survivor forces whose technical strength was above the early prosperity era, they can rely on their huge scale and unparalleled cohesion to win.

This efficient expansion model has been tried and tested over the past century and a half.

And this is the source of their confidence!

This time, however, they kicked on the iron plate.

The alliance is like a bucket of hot molten iron, relying on common beliefs to unite the originally contradictory refuge residents and wastelanders, and to weld the technologically advanced survivor forces and the large-scale survivor forces into a single bond. plate.

The power design and launch system of the missile came from Boulder City, the identification, guidance, and micro-energy storage technology came from the South China Sea Alliance, and the most critical plasma warhead came from the company's plasma-related technology...

These technologies were integrated by Camp 101 and completed production in the industrial area of ​​Dawn City.

The advantage of technical power is just an appearance.

Just like the prosperity of economy, culture and so on.

Renekton will never understand where he lost until he died.

What they are facing at this moment is not a certain settlement or a certain survivor force at all.

It's all the united survivors of the wasteland!

In less than five minutes, the 30 tanks of the lone army going deep into the woods were all destroyed!

Only a small part of the ammunition rack and fuel tank were directly blown up, and the power system was destroyed in the other part, and the crew was forced to abandon the car and surrender.

With the fighting will of the Willant people, there are naturally many stubborn resisters among them.

However, facing the alliance's most elite infantry, that weak resistance didn't even set off a splash, and was knocked to the ground by the rain of bullets from the forest.

With the collapse of the position on the right, this armored spearhead that drove straight in quickly, like a lame mad cow, lost its balance and fell into a muddy wilderness.

Eighty of the ninety-two tanks were scrapped on the way forward.

As for the remaining twelve vehicles, they were scrapped during the retreat.

Looking at the piece of burning steel in the wilderness, Ye Shi, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Oh my god... this upgraded version of the plasma warhead is too powerful!

Do not blow or black.

This upgraded version of the pigeon type is at least five times more powerful than the original armor-piercing projectile with traditional charges!

Before that, apart from the No. 60 vehicle-mounted electromagnetic gun and the suicide drone that penetrated the crotch, they really had no good way to deal with the Legion's Conqueror 10.

Feng Feng, who was squatting beside him, gave him a sideways glance.

Do you think that thing is cheap?

The technical content of this plasma missile is no lower than that of a nuclear bomb.

At least he, a physics professor, couldn't figure out how to integrate those complicated devices into a small warhead.

It's like a savage who just learned how to make fire by drilling wood can't figure out how a lighter is ignited.

To him, this thing is the lighter of primitive people, and they are still in the stage of researching how to make the high-temperature plasma burn more stable and longer.

Ye Shi didn't think about so many troublesome things, and didn't even bring it into reality at all, so he just laughed and said.

Whether it's expensive or not, at least it's cheaper than a tank, right?

...Maybe, I don't know much about this, you may have to ask Fang Chang.

Kuangfeng glanced at the western sky, looked at the dark clouds that were getting closer, and continued.

However, the real troubles are never on the ground. I feel that the troubles in the sky may be bigger.

There are five airships invested by the Southern Legion this time.

Compared with the torrent of steel on the ground, those fortresses floating in the sky are the real deadly threat.

It is unlikely that the same tactic will succeed twice.

Whether it's gang battles, phase weapons or high-power electromagnetic guns, the Southern Army will definitely be on guard.

But putting aside those long-term concerns, they have indeed won the current blocking battle.

And it was a hearty victory!

Whether it is a tactical or strategic sense, they have successfully blocked the legion's rampant offensive rhythm, and severely frustrated the arrogance of the Willant people.

At this time, a fixed-wing drone with exhausted energy slowly landed near the two of them.

Gu Feng went up to pick it up, folded the wings, and stuffed it into the charging backpack on his back.

...The 300,000th team of the Legion is only ten kilometers away from us. They have already found that their front teeth have been knocked out. We should move.

Patting the mud and grass clippings on his trouser legs, Ye Shi got up from the ground to help the little cross-country electric donkey that fell to the side, and responded with a smile.

receive!

...

With the equipment dropped by the friendly forces, the Burning Corps, which had won a great victory, withdrew from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

They only lost three power armors and seven exoskeletons in the whole battle.

The lost equipment may not be usable after being dragged to the rear, and the good brothers who died in battle can take a special flight to return to the front line in a week at most, and there is no serious problem.

Rounding it up, they have almost no battle damage, and at most only spent some valuable ammunition.

On the other hand, the Southern Army was blown up by an entire heavy armored regiment.

For the Southern Army, which has not many armored troops, this loss is not a heavy one.

When Ryan, who was a few kilometers away, heard the news of Renekton's death in action, he was so angry that he almost sprayed old blood into the command vehicle.

That is his direct descendant!

At the same time, it is also the most elite armored unit in his hands!

Although he didn't really vomit blood, his heart was bleeding.

Clenching his fists tightly, Ryan's facial muscles twisted into a ball, and anger was written on his ferocious face.

From receiving the news to now, he didn't say a word, but wrote everything he wanted to say on his face.

...I'm going to kill them!

Looking at the officer who was burning with anger, the adjutant and the staff officer sitting across from him kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to take a breath, but they were equally furious in their hearts.

Those more than a thousand brothers must not just die in vain...

Their enemies will pay dearly!