This Game is Too Real

   in the camp.

  The gunfire has gradually subsided, and the flames continue to burn.

  A Wieland soldier was lying on his back on the ground, the bulletproof armor in front of him was completely shattered, his right leg that had been shot twice was bleeding profusely, his expression contorted in pain.

   Looking at the power armor passing by, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.

   However, there was only a click from the barrel of the gun, the empty sound of the striker hammering.

"Grass-"

With a **** spit, he threw away the pistol, as if made up his mind, took a grenade from the bulletproof armor with a trembling right hand, and pulled the plug forcefully.

   A look of madness appeared on his face distorted by pain, and the Willant soldier roared hysterically at the power armor.

   "Marshal Your Majesty Wan—"

"boom-!"

   A short gunshot interrupted the last madness of the Willant soldier.

   "You called the wrong person."

   put away the smoking pistol, Lao Bai stretched out his steel-clad right hand, and picked up the unplugged grenade from the hanging hand.

   Then give a firm grip.

   I saw that the grenade was like a cola can, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, etc. even collapsed from the projectile body.

   threw the scrapped grenade next to the corpse, and the old man walked in the direction of the meeting point without looking back.

   Beside the road not far away, a dozen officers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces ashen.

   Four players wearing exoskeletons stood by to monitor them.

  Looking like the old white who came here, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, greeted him, cursing.

   "These guys are real dogs. The communication equipment was completely smashed, and the maps and documents were all burned! We only rescued a few charred wreckage."

   "It doesn't matter, whoever burns it will make it up."

   Lao Bai glanced at the platoon of officers squatting on the ground.

   "What about people?"

   Ye Shi knew who he was asking, hehe said with a smile. "Caught, the guy with his adjutant was about to get away. I've been staring at him on the drone for a long time. But he was just too quick to vote when the situation was not right, but it saved me a lot.

  Thing... Well, the one on the far side of the crouch is. "

  Old Bai followed Ye Shi's line of sight and saw a bad old man squatting on the ground.

  If it weren't for the clothes and the fancy epaulettes, he really wouldn't have recognized that this guy was actually the captain of the legion--a figure on the same level as Dillon, who previously led the Bonebiting Tribe.

   The hair with a few gray strands was messy, and the deep-set eye sockets seemed to be covered with a gray stone, and there was no trace of luster. And on that wrinkled face, there was no high-spiritedness at all, just like an ordinary old man.

   "By the way, why are these people so weak?"

   The gust of wind also had a depressed expression on his face.

   "+1, is there really any team directly under the Thousands here?"

   It feels like they haven't even encountered any decent resistance since they landed.

   I always feel that this fake request is for nothing.

  Old Bai made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest rank crouching on the ground, and asked in a non-standard language.

   "Why are there only so many people here?"

   Seeing that the power armor was talking to him, Soft froze slightly and looked at him stiffly, his voice with a hint of grief.

   "You win if you win, why bother humiliating me in such a way of knowingly asking..."

   Several players were stunned.

  Old Bai also had a strange expression on his face and continued to ask.

   "What do you mean?"

"Griffin...it was that guy who ordered him to move my Thousands to the high ground seventeen kilometers to the south." Soft continued through gritted teeth, "He swore to me in the telegram that the Alliance's The paratroopers will definitely be there."

   If the Thousands directly under his control were in his hands, why wouldn't he be knocked down by a group of airborne soldiers who jumped on their faces.

   And even if he takes 10,000 steps back and doesn't win, he still has a chance to slip away.

   Lao Bai and Ye Shi met at a glance, and they could not laugh or cry when they saw each other's faces.

   Good guy.

   I thought that this time I could finally pretend to be a coward.

   It turned out to be soy sauce again!

   Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask the confusion in his heart.

   "I don't understand... You guys are here, who is attacking Hill 330?"

   He couldn't figure out this problem.

   If there are also airborne troops there,

The    Alliance's space airborne troops are too many.

   And it was delivered twice in a row, and the interval between before and after is even less than an hour...

   How many airport runways and how many planes do they have to build!

   "Death Corps." Lao Bai said casually.

   "Dead...Death Corps?" A look of confusion appeared on Soft's face.

   Not the Burning Corps?

   Obviously, the name of the Death Corps has not yet spread to the ear of the Legion, and it is only a small name in the southern valley of the valley.

   Lao Bai smiled and continued.

   "Well, those guys are also a bunch of ruthless people. I even think they are much more ruthless than us."

  Soft asked anxiously.

   "But how did they end up on Hill 330? Impossible! You must be lying to me! I've studied every road from here to the front! Unless your trucks can fly on the ground,

   Otherwise, how could it be impossible to arrive in such a short time! "

   That is 150 kilometers!

   On the road with twists and turns, the actual length of the road might be twice as long!

   Where the **** did these guys come from! ?

   "Why do you have to take the main road, you can't—" Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely, and was about to laugh at him, but Lao Bai stopped him with a light cough.

"Even if I told you that they arrived at Highland 330 on foot, I guess you wouldn't believe it," Looking at Soft, who looked sad, Lao Bai shrugged, "It's over anyway, how can I do it to you? It doesn't matter anymore."

  Heart of Steel, on the bridge.

   Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the victory, finally waited for the first good news from the front line.

"...The front-line command post of the 40,000th Army Corps has been captured! Captain Soft, his aide, staff and other officers have been brought under control! We have seized maps and a large number of documents in the command tent, but many All have been burned."

   Listening to Lao Bai's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

   "Good job."

   Lao Bai respectfully said.

   "Request next steps!"

  Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map unfolding in front of him, thought for a moment and then ordered.

Taste. ""Garrison defense on the spot, arrange a few people to count the war profits

   Lao Bai replied neatly.

  “

Yes! "

   The highest command post on the front line was taken away.

This means that the entire line of defense from No. 40 to No. 49, and the logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers, have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command and command system, and even their positions have been exposed on the map. superior.

   This 40,000-strong team was basically wiped out.

   And the Heart of Steel, which was a mobile command post, was able to smoothly and safely enter the strategic depth of the 40,000-strong team, and continued to move forward.

   The only weak point of this big guy is its propeller.

  This thing is very troublesome to repair, but it is the only power system of this airship. Once it breaks down on the front line, even if the Legion can't help the deflector shield for a while, it will become quite troublesome.

   Looking at the arrows on the strategic map that were driving straight in, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh.

   It's early nine o'clock in the evening.

   In less than twelve hours since the full-scale offensive, they not only destroyed a team of 10,000 people, but also pushed the front line forward 150 kilometers.

   No matter which world it is placed in, this record is enough to become a miracle in military history.

   "...Originally our plan was to let the paratroopers cooperate with the armored troops to attack the fortress, but now the tanks are chasing the paratroopers."

   Vanus, who was standing aside, did not speak.

   To be honest, he was surprised too.

   While it’s normal for plans to fail to keep up with change, it’s rare that more radical adjustments are needed because things are going too well.

According to the original offensive plan of the No. 3 plan, the alliance will complete the first stage of the offensive within one day, take position No. 40 and start the second stage on the third day. The attack is only 17% away from the enemy command post. km 330 Heights.

   As a result, no one expected the battle to go so smoothly, and they completed the second stage of the battle in just one day.

  Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped on the holographic screen.

  There is no news yet on the height of No. 330, but from the aerial photos taken by the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic flames left on the high ground.

   The battle there is basically over.

   On the other hand, compared to the smooth sailing of the ground troops, the goblin corps that struggled with the legion flying formation was at a disadvantage.

  Although the pilots flying the W-2 are skilled, the gap in hardware cannot be made up in a short time.

The "Eagle" fighter of the    Legion is falling

  Xiamen has been in service for eight years or more, and the W-2 attack aircraft has not even been dissatisfied for even a year from development to production.

   This also includes the time when the engineers of the Goblin Corps "archaeological" in another world.

  Although the subsequent improved versions also incorporate some new technologies provided by Vault 101, the technological leadership of one or two parts alone has very limited impact on the overall performance of the equipment.

Although    production and technology are always mentioned together, they are actually two-dimensional things.

   Looking at the only five W-2 attack planes left on the screen, Chu Guang gave an order.

   "Heart of Steel retracts the anchor chain and advances one hundred and fifty kilometers."

   "Also inform the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed, let them hurry back."

   Xiaoqi's energetic voice soon came from his ears.

   "Good lord!"

  I don't know what's going on on Luo Yu's side.

   Whether it is the Alliance's "Lingyun" or the Legion's "Saber", it was not on the shipboard radar of the Heart of Steel from the very beginning.

   is now flying out of the communication range.

   This kind of "one kilometer per second" battle, standing still and watching it is a fight of gods, and it is not surprising that it hit the next province.

  Without satellites, Chu Guang could only vaguely perceive that the player was probably still alive through the manager system.

   "...If Luo Yu is found to be back within the communication range, inform him to return to the ground airport."

  Xiaoqi: "Received!"

  …

   Height 330.

   The potholes were burning with flames, and corpses and black blood mixed with dirt were scattered around the broken sandbag walls.

   Tossed the blood from the sappers' shovel, and glanced at the **** corpse lying on the ground at the edge, and couldn't bear to look directly away.

  This model is really redundant.

   Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fires he had crossed.

   That suffocating air was exactly the same.

   In contrast, he still enjoys the fun of casual exploration in this game, but those fun are based on peace.

   Someone has to do these things.

   A strange thought suddenly occurred in his mind.

  If the operators keep their promise not to delete files and reset, they will finish all the battles before the open beta, dog policy

   You can’t make a new life even if you want to break your head, so can this game still be called “Wasteland OL”?

   Or would I simply change the name—

   Like "Brave New World" or something.

   At this time, a teammate's voice came from the side, taking back his thoughts that were gradually drifting away.

   "Mom, it's over!"

   With a rifle in his hand, Laplace walked towards him.

   The set of miner exoskeletons that he had previously worn on him is gone, probably broken and thrown away. In any case, it is fortunate that there is no suicide bombing.

   As for his mount.

   When he was half way uphill, he suddenly lost control and made up for it by himself.

   "Where's the big eye?" asked the edge of the water.

Laplace said with a smile: "Yangyoubao seems to have seen him, this guy brought Mengxin up to give people's heads, but the ones he brought with him rushed up, and he was lying on the mountainside himself. ."

   The edge scratched and coughed dryly.

   "The bullet doesn't have eyes...it's normal."

With the    rifle on his shoulder, Laplace continued with a grin.

   "How to say? Move on, or defend in place?"

   thought for a while while paddling on the edge.

   "Wait for the construction workers."

   The battle lasted for a full hour.

  Although the 330 Heights were successfully taken, the casualties of the Death Corps were also not small.

   After all, it is a low to play high.

   The 500 feinted infantry suffered more than 60% casualties, 500 wolf riders also lost 120, and Deathclaws lost 78.

   Most of them are Death Claws without exoskeletons, and it is still a bit reluctant to use the flesh and blood to carry the strafing of the quadruple cannon.

   In addition, the mind interference device was out of control due to EMP, and some players had to kill their mounts.

   At this time, Yang Youbao, who led the attacking feint team earlier, also came over and reported the situation of cleaning the battlefield.

   "Captured four mortars, an anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns, and a small amount of ammunition... Where's the headquarters? Are there any new orders?"

   Before the edge of the water was opened, Laplace complained.

   "The VM's are all blank. There's a ghost's order... Damn, these people are quite powerful! No matter how you look at it, they don't look like they're out of ammunition."

  Sheep scratched the back of his head again.

   "Did the supply continue?"

   said with a smile on the edge.

   "That's not the case. It is not normal for the elite division to have a little more base ammunition than the line filler, and our ammunition is not twice as much as the infantry of the Lion Kingdom."

   However, these Willands are indeed ruthless, and there is not a single one who surrendered.

   That thousand commander BOSS not only refused to surrender, but had no plans to retreat at all, and fought to the end with his own bodyguards.

   In terms of combat power and morale, this unit is completely different from the units they encountered in Oasis 9 before.

   "The north side seems to be on fire," Laplace glanced at the north side of the highlands, where the flames were flickering.

   "It should be the headquarters of the 40,000th Army." The edge paddles out of the water and takes a look at the binoculars. "Just now, I saw that the Goblin Corps seemed to be covering the transport plane to go there."

   Not surprisingly, it should be the Burning Corps.

   There are those ruthless people who shoot, even if they are directly under the Thousand People Team, they must not be their opponents.

   As far as they were cleaning the battlefield, 80% of the battle over there was over.

  Sheep smacked her tongue with envy.

   "Damn it, those guys grabbed the front again."

   "After all, he is the son of the dog's plan." Laplace also had an envious expression on his face.

   "Don't say that," Bianbian patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "We are a whole, each has its own division of labor, and there is no one who comes first."

   The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the main attack force in the third plan, is still stuck in traffic on the road, and the two infantry teams have already done all the work for them.

  If I really want to say, it’s still more unlucky for Brother Mole…

  …

   Frontline base.