This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 315 Warrior Action!

   Late at night.

  Xizhou City, shrouded in silence, is like a dead city, only the Sixin District, where the lake water is poured back, is flickering with sporadic lights.

  In the simple sentry, the greyhound wrapped in animal hide yawned, threw the damp wooden block into the brazier aside, and then slowly paced to the observation hole.

  Although the weather in April has turned warmer, there is still a dampness and coldness in the air of Xizhou City.

   Especially the four new districts.

  The whole city was soaked in water.

  The water on the street not far away was sparkling, and a lump of black things floated on the water, making it impossible to tell whether it was rotten wood entangled with algae or the shell of a cracked claw crab.

  Although life here has many inconveniences, it is still the best choice for setting up camp.

  The water poured into the lake has paralyzed the underground facilities in the entire city, so there is no need to worry about the guerrillas appearing here.

   In addition, the claw crabs that are active in this area are the natural enemies of all living things, anyone who is not familiar with this area will have a hard time here.

so……

  What is the meaning of standing guard yourself?

   Looking at the quiet and silent streets, Greyhound yawned and couldn't help but miss the time he was in the middle of the River Valley Province.

   Those days were probably his happiest days.

   They are on the way, turning into scorched earth wherever they go, burning and looting everything, doing whatever they want to the captive slaves... No one can stop them, and no one is their opponent.

   However, since they hit the south side, bad luck has happened one after another.

   First fell in Qingquan City, and then bad news came from Qingshi County. Not only was his southward footsteps blocked, but he was even pushed back by a group of blue gophers.

   I don’t know if I see hope from those blue gophers, but recently the guerrilla attacks have become more and more frequent.

  The group of survivors who hid in the ground acted like rats, attacking their patrols with homemade iron-barreled rifles and crossbows, and tossing cans full of black powder into their workshops and garages where they processed bullets and explosives.

  The greyhound was driving deserting when suddenly there was a creaking sound from downstairs.

   Hearing the movement under his feet, the predator subconsciously grasped the rifle in his hand and called towards the dark corridor behind him.

"Who!"

   "I'm here to change the defense!" The dark corridor responded, and a thin and monkey-like man came up from the direction of the stairs.

   Seeing that it was his own, Greyhound sighed in relief.

   "Switch? Don't you have two hours left?"

   The man replied.

   "Master Golden Tooth's order, from tonight, the six-hour shift will be changed to four hours, and one shift a day will be changed to two shifts."

   Greyhound was dumbfounded.

   He was very happy when he heard the changing of the guard. He was able to go back to bed and sleep, but now someone told him that he would have to stand for another four hours.

   "That means... I still have a shift?"

   The man obviously didn't want to work overtime, so he said with an irritable expression.

   "Yes, it is estimated that Dillon came up with the bad idea again, saying to beware of the blue gopher's sneak attack, and the scope of night patrol will be expanded from the surrounding areas of Sixin District to the entire urban area."

   He had respect for that man a few months ago, but that was a few months ago. Their troops were unstoppable a few months ago, but now?

   huddled in the **** like a sick old dog, he hated the humid air, the endless attacks, and the filthy rats.

   Thinking about it now, even without that person's idea, they can still beat up the survivor settlements that block them.

   If it weren't for the **** caution, they would have lived in the house of the blue gophers in the northern suburbs last winter.

   Greyhound looked surprised.

   "Sneak attack? It's twenty kilometers from the front line."

   is separated by the pass of Songlinyu, how are the gophers going to come?

   You can't make a hole in it.

"I don't know, the order is like this," he pushed the crumpled map into the greyhound's arms, and the man urged impatiently, "Don't ask, hurry up! The team that has been dragged for a while to change the guard will set off, and you will be the only one. People go over there!"

  Although there was 10,000 reluctance in his heart, the Greyhound who took the map still rushed downstairs with a rifle.

  The position of the rotation is outside the Sixin District. They have to take a raft to go out, and they have to undertake the task of patrolling on the way to the changing of the guard.

  Many survivors came out to look for food while it was dark. Most of the guerrillas also came out at this time. Walking alone at night at this time was equivalent to suicide.

  The raft is already waiting downstairs.

  The greyhound who got on the raft followed the nine brothers on the raft on the road. When he passed by the alley, he finally saw clearly what was floating there.

   is a billboard tangled in algae.

   Greyhound couldn't understand what was written on it, but felt that the shape of this long strip was very similar to a coffin.

   Despaired by this fleeting thought, he looked away from the billboard and chatted with his fellow brothers on the raft.

   At this time, no one noticed that on the stinking ditch with the moonlight, a few invisible black spots disappeared with the shaking of the water.

  An aviation formation consisting of twenty-five planes has arrived directly above their heads...

  …

   The night sky.

   Holding the joystick with both hands, driving the W-2 ground-attacking mosquito, shouting excitedly towards the communication channel with a voice that was almost roaring.

   "This is the air team of the Goblin Corps. The goods have been delivered to the sky above the target area, and they can start operations at any time!"

   The height here is a full three kilometers, plus the high-altitude airflow, as long as no fire or bombs are fired, no matter how big the movement is, there is no need to worry about being heard by the people below.

   At this moment, Yuzu, who was firmly tied to the back of the pilot's seat by nylon knots, had his ears and cheeks blown almost unconscious by the whistling air outside the cabin.

   He is numb now.

  Otherwise he would have protested a few words with the mosquitoes about calling them cargo.

   In fact, the current state of Ye Shi is no different from the goods.

   The W-2 glider is a single-seat aircraft with no extra seats left for passengers.

   But this is obviously not a problem for "completely realistic virtual reality games".

   There is enough space between the rear of the cabin and the pilot's seat, and Ka BUG can still take off alone.

   The player himself does not press F to enter the plane. Even if there is no seat in the cockpit, he can create a position by himself.

   As for Ye Shi, why is he here?

   That's a long story.

   In the morning, they were still in the trenches on the front line and they were shooting passionately with the predators. The original plan was to stick to it after 48 hours, but they were transferred back to the rear before noon and were ordered to perform a special mission.

   At first, Ye Shi was quite excited, thinking that their outstanding performance in the battle triggered the hidden mission, until he listened to the specific content of the mission.

  According to the battle plan formulated by the headquarters, they need to take the glider of the Goblin Corps and drop to the urban area of ​​Xizhou City to destroy the enemy's strategic facilities and buy time for the front-line troops.

   Their equipment has been put in the airdrop box and thrown down first. The box contains the locator removed from the VM, which can be searched even when offline.

  Although the mouse brothers built a simple communication tower when they were nesting in Xizhou City, due to the transfer to Qingshi County, the communication tower has been out of power for more than a month.

   They need to use the radio in the drop box to establish a new stronghold, or repair the communication tower of the mouse brothers.

  Because it is an airborne operation behind enemy lines, the risk factor of action is high. They can only carry light weapons and a small amount of support weapons, and the use of equipment such as Type 5 and Type 6 exoskeletons is restricted.

   But they are not alone, there will be planes to drop supplies every night.

   Thanks to the popularity of black silk in Boulder City, the chemical plant of the new alliance pointed out the technology of "using biomass oil to produce nylon" a long time ago, and solved the material problem of the parachute.

   When Goblin Technology was developing gliders before, it actually produced a batch of parachutes, but considering that planes are more expensive than people, they didn’t send them to the brothers in the corps.

   But here comes the problem.

   He never jumped over an umbrella!

  Ye Shi was in a panic at this moment.

   As we all know, skydiving without training is an extremely dangerous thing, no less than slipping your hand in Russian roulette and shooting yourself in the head twice.

   Especially when skydiving at night, you can't see the ground at all, and there are many ways to die.

   But I have to ask if I can dance?

   That's certainly not impossible.

  The biggest difficulty in skydiving is stacking the umbrella and landing. As for pulling the rope to open the umbrella and controlling the balance of the body, as long as it is not in bad weather and can keep calm under special circumstances, although it is difficult to return, it is not as difficult as imagined.

   Folding umbrellas are folded by experienced players, which solved 50% of the problems.

   As for the remaining fifty percent?

   Just be careful next time.

   The action code is "Warrior". The players participating in the action are all members of the Burning Corps, and the Air Force of the Goblin Corps will airdrop them in batches.

   Ye Shi felt that there was nothing wrong with changing the word "Warrior" to "Give for nothing".

   In the communication channel, the noisy electric current beeps continuously.

   Then came the manager's voice.

"……do it according to plan!"

"receive!"

  The communication channel was switched to the voice of the whole team, and Mosquito continued to shout excitedly.

   "Brothers of the Burning Corps, this flight has arrived, remember your mission! Remember to open your umbrella before you fall into patties!"

   "Xiaoyu will pray for your safety, the administrator will remember your loyalty, and wish you good luck!"

   "Now, jump—!"

   Black dots were dropped from the back of the cockpits of gliders, like Schettes dropped by seagulls hovering in the harbor.

   This metaphor is obviously not appropriate enough, but it is a sufficient image.

  If the umbrella bag is not successfully opened and falls from a height of more than 3,000 meters, the shape will not be much better than the Seagull's Shet.

   untied the nylon buckles tied to his legs, waist, and shoulders, and Ye Shi grabbed the edge of the cabin with both hands, feeling his calf keep shivering.

   Mosquito sitting in front couldn't help but urged.

   "Fuck! You're really jumping! I'll run out of gas if I keep dawdling!"

   Ye Shi couldn't help but spit it back.

   "You're an electric plane with a ghost oil!"

   "The head office is out of power! Hurry up, don't beep, you jumped, and I have to go back and pull the next trip!"

   Ye Shi swallowed.

   "I'll ask one last question... What if the parachute can't be opened?"

   Mosquito was instantly happy when he heard this, hehe smiled.

   "It's okay, three days later I'll be a hero again!"

"Depend on!"

   Seeing that this guy is still dawdling, the mosquitoes are impatient.

   "Give you 10 seconds, if you don't jump, I will help you."

   "Fuck, don't mess around!"

"nineteen……"

   Mosquito has already started the countdown.

   Seeing that his teammates were all jumping, Ye Shi was too embarrassed to persuade him again, he gritted his teeth, bit his head, turned out, and jumped towards the outside of the cabin.

  The moment his body left the cabin, he felt like his heart was about to stop.

   But that was only a momentary thing.

   As the reference object left his side, when he started to fall freely, the instinctual fear disappeared in an instant.

  Yeju felt like he had become a bird.

   One thing to say, this feeling is quite cool, but the eardrum is not very comfortable, it feels like it is blown.

   The Marauders have no radar and no high-altitude searchlights, and while they can't see what's on the ground, neither can anyone on the ground.

   Counting down the seconds silently in his heart, Ye Shi suddenly pulled the rope on his shoulders, and with a light pop, a huge force grabbed his back.

   At the same time, the speed of his fall is also rapidly decreasing...

The pull tab that controls the direction of the parachute is on the edge of the parachute rope. However, Ye Shi, who has only undergone 2 hours of theoretical training, doesn't know how to control this thing at all. pray.

   Maybe the dog planner heard his prayer.

   He was lucky enough to land on top of a garage next to a three-story villa. If it was a little further to the side, he might be hanging on the wall.

   His feet hit the ground firmly, and Ye Shiyi stumbled and almost fell off the roof of the garage. Grinning his teeth and steadfast, he cut the paracord with a dagger, carefully avoiding the rusted shed by the garage door, and slid down the side.

   "Safe landing... Damn, I'm scared to death."

   almost gave it away!

  Confirming the safety of the surroundings, Yaten immediately checked his equipment.

   In addition to the VM strapped to his arm, he now only has a Pu-9 submachine gun, two 9mm magazines, and a few pieces of dry food and a water bottle.

   As for his sniper rifles and other equipment, they are all packed in drop boxes.

   Just when Ye Shi was about to confirm the location of the drop box and his teammates from the VM, there was a rustling sound from the side.

  Because of the constant buzzing in his ears, the sound was almost heard by him until he was close.

   After reacting, Ye Shi was stunned, and immediately pointed the gun in the direction, and even opened the insurance.

   "Don't shoot, it's me! Old Bai."

  Old Bai called out in a low voice.

   Hearing Lao Bai's voice, Ye Shi's beating heart finally calmed down, and he leaned against the wall with a sigh of relief.

   "Fuck... I didn't almost get scared to death."

"Take it easy, don't be so nervous," Lao Bai smiled, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, the airdrop box is nearby, let's collect the equipment and radio first, and then go to meet Fang Chang and the others. ."

After   , Lao Bai took the initiative to walk in front.

  Although he wanted to walk slowly, Ye Shi also knew in his heart that they had already penetrated deep into the heart of the Bone-chewing tribe, and now was not the time to rest.

  The two moved along the edge of the ruins, cautiously alerting to the danger in the dark. Soon, they came to the entrance of the abandoned community.

   The street across the street was quiet.

   Not to mention the slightest movement, not even the sound of a mouse grinding its teeth.

   Lao Bai did not go over immediately, but carefully observed the situation on the street.

  Look at Old Bai and squatted down next to him. Ye Shi, who was gasping for breath, finally calmed down and asked in a low voice.

   "By the way, why did you land so fast?"

   Lao Bai replied casually.

   "...You're too slow, I waited on the ground for a long time to see you come down."

   Ye Shi asked curiously.

   "Why don't you panic at all."

   "It's unrealistic to say that you don't panic, after all, it's an umbrella bag that someone else folded. But it doesn't matter in the game, anyway, it won't really die if you die."

   Seeing that Ye Shi had been picking his ears with his fingers, Old Bai paused and said, "If you feel that your ears are blocked, you can try to squeeze your nose and breathe out, but don't make any noise."

"Let me try……"

  Ye Shi, whose ears were uncomfortably blocked, immediately tried Lao Bai's method, pinching his nose and exhaling.

   At first, he didn't find the trick. He tried for a long time to no avail. However, after he found the trick, the eardrum suddenly seemed to be pushed open by the air.

   "...Fuck?! Really?"

   Hearing finally returned to normal, Ye Shi looked at Lao Bai in surprise.

   "You skipped before?"

   "Forget it... Stop talking nonsense and follow me."

   When he spoke earlier, Lao Bai had already confirmed the safety of the street, made a gesture towards Ye Shi, got out of the cover first, and moved quickly towards the opposite side.

   Without delay, Ye Shi immediately followed.

   The two moved quickly in the direction of the drop box, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of gunshots on the street not far away.

   "Sound of Pu-9!"

   Lao Bai's heart tightened, and he cursed secretly, and immediately took Ye Shi, who was following behind him, and turned into the building next to him.

   There was a screeching cry in the distance, followed by loud gunshots, and a green flare rose into the sky after a while.

   Ye Shi took a deep breath and skillfully integrated his consciousness with the surrounding environment, sensing the faint fluctuations.

   "There are about twenty people...about 400 to 500 meters away from us!"

   This is already the limit of his active perception of distance.

   Compared with the signal on the VM map, Old Bai frowned.

   "They quit smoking! Eighty percent of them ran into the patrol!"

  The location where they landed was eight kilometers to the north of Sixin District. According to the information provided by the strongmen, the night patrol of the Ya clan should not be able to visit here.

   Is it an adjustment?

   Ye Shi looked at Lao Bai.

   "Are you going to help them?"

   "...Go to the airdrop box first, we have to recover the equipment and radio before the reinforcements from the predators arrive!" It only took Lao Bai three seconds to make a judgment.

   It's early morning, and it's dark outside. It's not a good idea to rush over to reinforce before the communication is restored.

   Just looking at the flashing markers on the map, they didn't even know how many teammates were left alive.

   Now the priority is to rush to the drop box, get their equipment, and then deploy the radio up high to restore the area and communication with the command.

   As for Quit Brothers…

   Lao Bai decided to trust his teammates.

"it is good!"

  At ten o'clock at night, he immediately followed behind Lao Bai, stepped on the construction waste on the ground, and left the abandoned building.

   Just as they were moving fast in the direction away from the firefighting area, the entire nearby city had turned into a pot of porridge.

   The Greyhound, holding the assault rifle, shot at the alley in front of him with a frightened expression on his face.

   a few minutes ago.

On the way to the rotation, Greyhound was still thinking about how the blue gophers could sneak attack on them, but before they reached the place of defense, they watched a black shadow fall from the sky, and Duang slammed on the ground. on the ground.

   There were only two flashlights in the whole team, and the rest of the people were holding torches. In a little distance, the lights were dark and they couldn't see anything.

   Hearing the movement, everyone was startled, and Greyhound hurriedly shot the torch in his hand, only to see a puddle of muddy meat.

  On the cracked concrete pavement, red and white pieces were shattered into pieces, and it was impossible to recognize a person without looking carefully.

   The greyhound, who had been calm at first, was suddenly stunned and didn't understand what happened.

   However, there was no time left for him to think.

   Almost as soon as the flashlight was lit, the alley across the street suddenly burst into flames.

The sparks of   shock jumped on the street, and were caught off guard by the sudden burst of fire. The brother walking in the front was beaten into a sieve and fell down on the spot. The others immediately threw away the torches in their hands and searched for cover to fire back.

   There was chaos in the streets.

   More than just gunshots.

   and the shouts of teammates.

   "Damn, I got shot in the arm!"

   "It's the voice of Pu-9! Those people are not partisans!"

   "The new alliance?! How is that possible?! Blue, the blue jackets have already arrived here?!"

  Who is the attacker?

   Where did the person opposite come from? !

  Rumours abounded, and the patrol team that was attacked was like a bird in shock.

   "Quick! Call for reinforcements!"

Listening to the hurried shouting of the captain hiding in the window on the street, the greyhounds lying on the back of the car wreck were equally panicked, but they still mustered up the courage to climb over, picked up the flare gun thrown by the captain, and placed it on top of his head. One shot.

   Only heard a long beep of "chirp", and a flashing green light signal bounced into the sky.

  The faint light, although it was not enough to illuminate the street, helped the surrounding brothers to restore a little morale.

   At the same time, the camp that was stationed two kilometers away immediately dispatched a truck and a centenary with long guns and short cannons to the area where the fire was exchanged.

   It wasn't just the Greyhound and the predator beside him who looked bewildered, but also Quit Smoking, squatting in the opposite alley.

   He originally planned to meet up with his teammates nearby, but he just met [Lost Mengxin] and was about to find [Little Sixth in the Corner] when he bumped into the raider's patrol.

   When he quit smoking, he felt that something was wrong. The sixth brother was too calm. The raiders' patrol was almost on his face, and the coordinates remained motionless in the middle of the road.

However……

   It was too late when he felt bad.

   The flashlight on the opposite side hit them directly, and the lost brother next to him thought his position was exposed, so he pulled the trigger and swept the shuttle.

  The sound of gunshots like an old typewriter directly ignited the powder keg of the entire street.

   The opposite side was caught off guard for a while, but he reacted quickly and leaned behind the cover to shoot at them.

   "You're crazy! Let's add up to four magazines!"

   After being pulled back by quitting smoking and yelling, Lost Mengxin gradually realized that he had stabbed himself, and said nervously.

   "Well, what should we do now..."

  Quiet didn’t say a word, pulled off the fuse of the grenade, and threw it out after the countdown, forcing the predator who was about to leave the bunker to push back.

   Then he quickly raised the muzzle, swept a shuttle toward the window on the street, and swept the looters who had already touched the alley to the ground.

   The scene was chaotic.

   With the light from the torches that fell on the street, he finally saw the pool of rotten meat on the street clearly, and couldn't help smacking his mouth.

   Good guy.

   lost his head!

  Recalling the thrilling experience of the previous landing, quit smoking can roughly guess what happened to the sixth brother a few minutes ago.

   Either there is no umbrella.

   Either it's too late...

   "How can I fix it?" After changing the magazine, he quit smoking and said cursingly, "Let's withdraw first!"

  It is definitely not acceptable to go to the meeting point.

   Led those predators over, not only pitted himself, but also pitted his teammates. Even if they can fight again, it is impossible for them to fight ten.

   Now all they can do is to flee as far away from the landing area as possible to lure the predators away from here.

   Waiting for the teammates to recover the airdrop box, set up the radio station, and restore the communication in this area, they can hope to organize effective resistance, and even call for air support.

   In fact, they are not the only players who have engaged in firefights with the Marauders.

   Near the ruins of the power plant about three kilometers away from them, the two unlucky **** veered off course when they fell and landed directly near a guard post of the Ya clan in the south of the city.

   Both sides were confused.

   The body also pulled the trigger instinctively.

   At this moment, the air formation of the Goblin Corps has just returned to the north of Dawn City.

   Standing on the edge of the airport, Chu Guang, who was flipping through the player list, was slightly stunned.

   "Another one died?"

   There were 22 players in the first batch of skydives, and only 14 are still online, and the survival rate is only 63%.

   But the one that died just now...

   It doesn't look like he was killed by parachuting.

   Since the connection of the morphogenetic field is not based on electromagnetic waves, even if the communication is not restored, Chu Guang can still grasp the general direction and login status of the players.

  Agility players have the highest survival rate, followed by Constitution, and then Perception.

   Looking at the silent night sky in the north, Chu Guang muttered to himself in a low voice.

   "80% of the time it's a fight."

  Although it was a little earlier than expected, it didn't matter.

   The goal of this operation itself is to create chaos for the Ya clan, and the method and means are not important.

   Now Xizhou City should be a mess.

   I believe that tonight will be an unforgettable night for the looters stationed in Xizhou City.

  Not far away, under the guidance of the lights, the planes of the Goblin Corps landed on the runway of the airport one after another.

   Looking back from the north, Chu Guang looked at the wrench standing beside him, and ordered.

   "Let the ground crew and the airborne troops of the second echelon prepare for the second round of airdrops in half an hour!"

  Wrench stood at attention and gave a military salute, and answered neatly.

"Yes!"

   (end of this chapter)