This Game is Too Real

   Not counting the little brothers of the horned rat, it was finally decided that there were 23 people left. Including twenty heavy infantry from the Jungle Corps, and the "Three Pillars of God" from Dust Town.

   Generally speaking, if the equipment gap is not large, with the mutant's HP bar, basic defense and resilience, there is almost no chance of winning against humans with the same amount.

   Even a 500 vs 500 matchup would be extremely tough, let alone a 23 vs 500 matchup.

   Especially in the confrontation on the frontal battlefield, there is hardly much room for maneuver, unlike guerrilla warfare, which still has room for pulling.

   As Lao Bai said, this is no different from suicide.

   However, the mouse is still a lizard, with strong fighting intent burning in its eyes, and there is no fear of the upcoming fight.

  Death is just a destination—

   They are all undead Heroic Spirits.

   walked in front of Lao Bai, and the garbage gentleman wearing the "Hunter" exoskeleton said solemnly.

   "Those residents will ask you."

   If the house is gone, it can be rebuilt.

   As long as the person who remembers them is alive.

   Lao Bai nodded seriously.

   "I promise, when you come back, you will still have so many followers, one not less."

   Garbage Jun grinned.

   "Hey, I remember."

   After he finished speaking, he waved his claws, and walked gracefully to join the brothers of the jungle corps.

   The group parted ways and moved in the opposite direction of the main force.

   Looking at Jun Jun's tall and burly back, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir... Big Horned Deer God, won't you come with us?"

   Looking at the direction the group of people left, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

   "He's going to complete his mission, and you'll see him again."

   Qin Botian sighed bitterly.

   Although he is old, he is not yet painted.

   No matter how strong that lord is, there are still 500 mutants. In the years he lived here, he had heard that a single mutant slaughtered half a village.

   I will see you again...

   I'm afraid it's just a consolation that is better than nothing.

  …

   In the mighty team, Oger, sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, stared intently at the wilderness to the north.

   In that bloodthirsty boy hole, the light of hatred shone.

  Oulu is his elder brother and his father.

   Hearing from the old priest who delivered him, they were both born in the same tent, even the same human mother.

   This is extremely rare among mutant tribes.

   Few humans can live that long.

   Even the Awakened will die in the seventh or eighth year and be taken to the kitchen by the butchers.

   Perhaps it was because the human who produced him had good strength, and he could clearly feel that he was significantly different from the others who were born together in this world.

Stronger muscles, quicker reflexes, and tougher physique... At the age of seven, he was appreciated by the centurion, and he and his brother were incorporated into the same hunting party and became the hunter of the clan .

   Maybe it was closeness by blood, his brother took special care of him and took him with him no matter what he did.

The first hunt, the first time to eat people, the first time to slaughter the village, the first time to receive the leader's praise and honor, and to accept the transformation of machinery... It can even be said that every major event in his life , all completed under the witness of Oulu.

  …

   But Oulu died.

   And the state of death was extremely tragic.

  When he saw the corpse, he wanted to chop his teeth and swore in his heart that he would torture the human who killed his brother in the cruelest way until he took his last breath.

   So when he learned from the chief that the murderer of his brother was hiding in a settlement called Dust Town, and allowed him to slaughter the village, every cell in his whole body was shaking with excitement.

   He seemed to have seen that group of cowardly, cowardly and skinny two-legged animals, crawling and trembling under his feet.

   Ah, how ugly that is...

  His child hole burns not only with hatred and anger, but also with a radiance of excitement.

   "Hurry up!" Ogg roared loudly with a rough voice.

   The mutant sitting in the driver's seat got the order, grabbed the walkie-talkie hanging on the central control, and sent an excited shout to the communication channel.

   "Ogg speak faster!"

   A rude roar echoed through the communication channel.

   "Ogg!"

   The wheels of the vehicles were spinning faster, and the human-changing soldiers who were chasing behind hurriedly ran, and the harassers that fell out of their mouths were thrown everywhere.

   This is the case every time the mission is out.

There are always a few dumb-headed fish that can't squeeze into the truck or keep up with the team, and finally wander around and don't know where to go, and occasionally bring back one or two unlucky men and women to prove that they are not fishing or deserters. .

   But none of that matters.

  The "Qi" tribe never relies on those lagging soft-footed shrimp, but real warriors!

   At this moment, the group of green beasts did not notice that a group of heavily armed players had been ambushed on their only path.

   in the forest.

   Looking at the mighty team on the plain, the Picheng paratroopers holding binoculars couldn't help but click their tongues.

   "Damn...how do these animals run so fast?"

  The record of the 42km marathon on Earth has just "broken 2", but this speed seems to be just basic exercises for mutants.

  The powerful cardiorespiratory ability gave them a terrifying endurance, and they ran four-fifths of the 50-kilometer distance in less than two hours!

   And this was in the wilderness without roads.

   Overlooking the mighty dusty shadows on the ground through the drone, the Voldemort model said solemnly.

   "They're starting to slow down."

   The Picheng paratrooper frowned.

   "They found us?"

   Xiao Xiao Xiao Laughing Bookworm shook his head.

   "No, it should be just a normal tactical strategy, save your stamina before taking on the enemy... I wonder if they will rest for a while."

   After a pause, he continued.

   "If they don't plan to move on after a break, now is the best time to do it."

   "Well..." Midnight Killer nodded calmly, raised his right fist and waved, "According to the plan."

   A pair of eyes ignited a flame of excitement, and a uniform answer quickly came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

   The hunt has begun!

The   20 people were divided into five teams, and they quickly moved along the jungle to the front of the way the group of mutants must pass, spreading out in an arc from the center of the circle.

  …

   One of the anti-tank squads stepped forward, and four players, including the squad leader, took out RPG rocket launchers and aimed at the moving convoy.

   Quietly waited for the target to approach within range, and immediately gave the order in the communication channel.

   "Fire!"

The moment the    order was issued, the four players pulled the trigger at almost the same time, and rockets dragged thick and long white smoke towards the distant convoy.

   Almost no reaction time.

  The truck that bore the brunt was hit, sparks exploded in the convoy, and three trucks broke down on the spot.

  Being caught off guard, a dozen trucks slammed into a huddle in the wilderness.

  If the raiders were attacked so suddenly, even if the morale didn't drop by half, it would make the part of the people who were blinded by the bomb hesitate to move forward.

   For murderous mutants, however, it's something else entirely.

  I saw more than a dozen mutants being thrown out of the car by inertia, but after a dog fell on the ground and gnawed on the mud, they quickly got up cursing.

  The guy who was huddled in the carriage jumped out of the car, grabbed his weapon indiscriminately, and ran wildly in the direction of the forest.

   They are like animals one by one

  The difference is that they are holding large-caliber assault rifles.

   "Rush in! Kill them all!"

Oger, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, roared, slapped the driver on the shoulder, and slapped the machine gunner on the roof. Sweep.

  The hot shells tinkled into the car, the fire from the muzzle illuminated his ferocious gums and twisted facial muscles, and the thick and long tracers woven a net across the plain.

   He growled like a beast.

   "Go to hell! Hahaha!"

  The rain of bullets slid into the jungle, smashing the sturdy tree trunks to pieces, even if the caliber was to say nothing. 50 up!

   The player who fired a salvo quickly ducked to avoid it, moved to a new position and fired two more rounds of RPG, then put away the launcher and pulled out the XB-1 "Growler" bolt gun to open the safety.

   Seeing that all the team members had almost reached the fighting position, Midnight Killer opened the noise door and roared loudly, and pulled the trigger first.

   "Free Fire—!"

  The explosion of the muzzle rang through the forest in an instant, and thick and long flames drilled out of the forest.

   The locust-like rain of bullets quickly ran into the mutant soldiers who were running over, and turned the mutants who were running in the front on their backs.

   The huge recoil shook the soles of the feet and spread out a pit, and the Voldean model worker with "Roaring Filial Piety" in his hand shouted excitedly while chattering his teeth.

   "Damn it! Brother chicken! This power is too powerful!"

   One shot and two sounds are really not good!

  The warhead that burst out will be ignited in the air for a second time, dragging a tail flame to the target, and after hitting the target, the firing pin of the warhead will be fired to release a hot metal jet like magma!

   This thing doesn't look like an assault rifle at all, it's just a burst of rockets!

   A charged mutant sentry was shot in the chest, and a hot spark exploded behind him. Before he could even let out a scream, he fell to the ground.

  …

  The mutant heavy infantry wearing steel breastplates is also unflattering. The thumb-thick steel plate is quite effective against rifle bullets, but in front of the metal jet, it is like a paper lake.

   Ogre, who was sitting on the off-road vehicle, was also startled by the power of the bullet.

A bullet slammed into the side and rear of the car under him, and the blazing sparks danced directly in the back of the car, causing the two mutant warriors behind him to scream and burn a scar on his back. , so scared that a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

   "Damn! What the **** is this?!"

  It was the first time he saw a guy who could kill a mutant with one shot!

  Fortunately, this bullet does not fly very fast, it is considered a subsonic ammunition, and it is not easy to hit a high-speed moving vehicle.

   Ogre's thoughts twitched, he suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie, and shouted in the communication channel.

   Hearing his order, the eight off-road vehicles put down their tails attached to the back of the vehicles, rushed to the front of the infantry and serpentinely cruising, driving an "S"-shaped track in the wilderness.

   The large swath of dust and the suspected man-made exhaust not only covered the trail of the convoy, but also provided cover for the charging infantry.

   Staring at the large piece of dust raised in front of him, he scolded his mother in the middle of the night.

  Old Bai really didn't joke with him.

  These mutants are really not easy, not only are they adaptable to changes very quickly, but they have even learned the tactic of pulling smoke to cover.

   This hampered the jungler's targeting to some extent.

but-

   Those green-skinned and muscular old men obviously did not expect that trouble would come from their feet.

Since he was focused on the front, he didn't notice the situation under his feet at all. The mutant who rushed at the front quickly fell into a dog and gnawed on the mud, rolled on the ground a few times, was covered by smoke, and then stumbled on the back. people.

"Roar-!"

With an angry roar, the mutant who spit out the mud in his mouth struggled to stand up, and then quickly found in anger that the tufts of withered grass in front of him had been tied with dead knots at some point.

   What is this all about? !

not only that.

   Nails and ropes were strewn in the grass, and there were some pits dug out like groundhogs. These traps, while low in damage and rough in preparation, are extremely insulting.

   The bullets adorned with flames are still clamoring in the air, and there is no time to think.

   From time to time someone tripped over the trap, followed by a pained roar, and the centurion on the far right of the line quickly slowed down.

   Looking at the green-skinned muscled old man who was hiding in the bushes one after another, the strongman behind him screamed excitedly.

   "Go up! Poke their eyes! Bite their throats! *** them!"

   However, the contrary is, those little mice didn't listen to him, and they didn't understand what he was saying at all.

   was taken aback by the big green-skinned guys who suddenly broke in. Several mice who were still working on the traps screamed and jumped out, turned around and ran.

   Even if a horned rat was screaming beside him, they didn't listen at all and just ran away desperately.

   "Hey! These timid assholes!"

   Looking at the panic-stricken little mice, he scolded the strongman, but he quickly remembered that these guys were mice.

  …

   "MMP! You can't count on these guys!"

   Looking at the mutants struggling to get up from the ground, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and rushed up.

   "Long live the managers!"

   was taken aback by the knee-high fat mouse, and the mutant soldier who just got up was obviously taken aback.

   And it was this stunned effort that made the strongman hard to rush close, and stabbed his calf in a mess.

   "Eu Yiyi!"

The    dagger cut through the flesh, the mutant roared in pain, kicked him, but kicked in the empty space, but was forced by the strongman to dodge behind him.

   "Die!"

   Taking advantage of the mutant's center of gravity leaning forward, the strongman bit the dagger, using all four claws, climbed up his back along his left leg, grabbed the dagger and plunged it into his throat.

  Thorn it—!

  The knife cut through the artery, and the blood that was hot like fire rushed out. The mutant knelt on the ground with eyes as big as copper bells. The blood flowed like a stream in an instant, and he died without knowing what happened.

   "Bah! This blood really stinks!"

   spit, and the strongman bit the dagger and slid down from the back shoulder of the mutant.

   However, just as he was about to pounce on another mutant, a huge impact came from the side, knocking him out and rolling on the ground twice.

   The right half of his body completely lost consciousness, and the dagger in his mouth flew out.

   After he came back to his senses, the strongman found it hard to find that his right forelimb to his stomach was smashed by shrapnel.

   If it wasn't for the pain shielding, this alone would be enough for him to faint.

   The mutant soldier standing not far away grinned and slapped the handguard under the barrel, and threw a shell two circles thicker than his thumb from the barrel.

   "Grass... shotgun!"

   The strong man scolded and scolded, barely moving his left front limb, tore off the pull ring hidden on his waist, and a flame burst into his pocket.

   There is half a kilo of dynamite hanging there.

   Maybe this is the correct way to play the mouse.

  The mutant walked up to him with big strides, stretched out his big hands like pincers, pinched his plump neck, and lifted him from the ground.

   Just when he was trying to figure out what happened to the fat mouse, the fat mouse, who was dying a second ago, suddenly smiled evilly.

   Lord, take a step first.

leftover-

   is up to you!

   Raising his shrill throat, he screamed.

   "Long live the administrator!"

   The flames burst in an instant!

  The mutant who lost half of his arm and head, covered with countless broken pieces of iron, fell silently to the ground.

   The fire that exploded on the wilderness was like a stone thrown into a lake, and was quickly drowned in the tide-like attack.

   But in the eyes of the trembling little mouse brothers, the inconspicuous flame was dazzling like a group of blooming fireworks.

   At that moment—

   Their horned rat became light!

   "Brother!"

   Staring at the burst of fire, lying in the forest, Jing Jing roared, and his index finger was firmly welded to the trigger of the "riding spear".

The muzzle of the   20 kept spewing flames, dragging the tracer armor-piercing incendiary bombs into the noisy bullet rain, like a cluster of flames swaying in the wind.

  …

   Whether it was the traps and sneak attacks of the strongman, or the 20 lance in his hand, it failed to hold back the mutants for a long time.

   The lizards lurking in the forest rubbed their claws silently.

  He is waiting for his chance…

   A chance to enter the market to harvest!

   "Twenty..." Junkman muttered silently, "Even if there are two mice, I have to kill at least twenty!"

   The last 100 meters were fleeting, and after dropping hundreds of corpses, the mutant troops armed with rifles finally entered the jungle.

The    jungle corps kept firing and retreated, pulling the mutant troops completely into the dense forest with a narrow view.

   At the extreme distance where you can almost smell the breath of the other side, the bolt gun with 10 full range has lost its effect.

   Not even just a bolter—

  Long-range weapons other than large-caliber machine guns or shotguns are almost useless at the moment when it is difficult to aim at the head and shoot!

   Of course, this is also true of mutants.

The   K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton provided the twenty players of the Jungle Corps with extremely strong rigid armor, capable of absorbing the kinetic energy of bullets at the expense of armor deformation.

  Unless you get hit by two shuttles, or unfortunately get hit in the key, it's basically pretty hard to die.

The    opponent clearly knew this, so instead of lying on the ground and shooting at them, he rushed up to melee the players with high battle damage.

   Midnight Killing Chicken made a decisive decision, released the "filial piety" in his hand, and pulled out the logging axe hanging on the "iron wall" exoskeleton.

  The sharp axe blade can pierce a pine tree with a thick thigh, and naturally it can also pierce the neck and skull of a mutant.

   looked at the mutant warrior rushing towards him, this time instead of retreating, he advanced, shouting and smashing the axe.

The axe that slashed vertically carried a thunderous momentum. The mutant soldier had no time to react, and he didn't expect the humans in front of him to dare to fight with him. Tian Linggai was cut open on the spot, and the red and white slurry was sprayed all over the ground, even Teeth were chopped off.

   kicked the cumbersome corpse away with one kick, and with his left hand, he pulled out behind him and pulled down another axe hanging behind him.

   The black breastplate was hung with red and white, and the figure soaked in blood was like a ghost in the forest, and the two logging axes exuded a cold light.

   The mutant warrior who rushed to his side, was stunned by the ghost-like shape, and stopped involuntarily.

This guy-

   Unlike the guys they used to eat!

"Roar-!"

   vented his fear in the battle cry, and a mutant ten commander in heavy armor strode forward and slammed the mace in his hand.

   The roaring hammer head dragged a strong wind, and the terrifying kinetic energy was like a cannonball, as if even the armored steel of the tank could make a pit.

   If you take this one blow, even if you don't die, you'll have to become a vegetative person.

   Seeing that the fatal blow was about to hit the human soldier's face, the mutant ten commander saw a flower in front of him, and then a piercing pain came down his forearm.

   The hand holding the mace was actually chopped and flew out by the axe that came from the side!

   "Ow! One by one!"

   Chi screamed in pain, he staggered back a step, and before he could stand up, a strong wind slammed into his face.

   squeak—!

   The axe blade that slashed vertically smashed a head again.

   And all this, but a few breaths of time!

"…two!"

   Drenched in hot blood and brain flowers, Midnight Killer stared at the stagnant mutant warrior with bloodthirsty eyes, and the excitement in his throat could no longer be suppressed.

   "Totally crazy!"

   He roared loudly and charged with two axes.

   Looking at the guy who was striding towards him on a meteor, a rare panic appeared on his dark green faces.

   It was always them who ran after the weak two-legged animals, watching those guys stumble in the forest, then crying and begging for mercy.

   No one has ever dared to do this like this, instead of running away, he rushed towards them.

   This guy is definitely not the people they used to eat—

Do not.

   He is not human at all!

   The real hunt has just begun.

Twenty players of the jungle corps started a **** fight with the green-skinned muscle old who rushed into the forest. The waving axe blades were like rolling meat grinders, harvesting one in the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. A green head.

   For the players standing here, cutting necks and trees is no different, they are the jobs they are best at.

  This is the jungle.

  This is their home ground!

   This game is too real