This Game is Too Real

  A bomber formation composed of twelve "Dragonfly" transport aircraft flew over the bombing area marked on the map.

  The pigman brother with rich driving experience is still the leader of the team, piloting the lead plane in front, and the remaining eleven wingmen keep formation and follow.

Put the altitude, speed, angle of entry, wind speed and other flight parameters into the formula to calculate the approximate bombing distance. The lead plane sends a bombing signal to each wingman, and then opens the hatch, and the bomber who has been installed on the guide rail is sent one by one. Just slide down.

  Although using a transport plane to carry bombs is a bit of a nonsense in various senses, the lack of accuracy can be filled with quantity.

   Aerial bombs fell like dumplings on the urban area of ​​the marked area, and soon groups of orange-red flames burst between the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings.

   Most of the tall buildings left over from the Prosperous Era were extremely sturdy.

  Even after two hundred years of weathering, after a round of carpet bombing, most buildings still maintain the integrity of the main structure.

  There is only one 100-meter-high building, which was probably bombed by an aerial bomb and its load-bearing structure began to collapse slowly toward the north from a certain floor in the middle.

  Looking at the picture of the ground collapsing that day, and the billowing dust blowing away the smog and floating hundreds of meters, Brother Bing and Huozi standing by the porthole of the engine room couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

  「I’ll **** it. Is it okay to deal with a sniper?」

  Although this is also the practice in reality, most of them are a guided missile thrown over, or a few grenades fired.

   Rarely would it be necessary to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.

   This is somewhat of a cannonball to beat mosquitoes.

  The unprofessional Fanman snorted with a smile, and made a joke in the communication channel.

  「Use your little brain to think about it, will mutants use sniper guns to shoot black guns? And there is such a big fog.」

  Bing and Huozi slapped their heads.

   "Hiss, I'll understand when you say that."

  He subconsciously brought it into reality. Of course it is impossible to do such nonsense in reality, but this is in the game after all.

  The group of guys hiding nearby and making small moves must be the little mice of the Church of the Torch. No matter what the **** they are thinking, a slap in the face is sure to go.

  The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the npc's thinking to be so clear.

  In the communication channel, there was chatter from other players on the plane.

  「The fog is too thick, I can’t see the situation on the ground at all.」

  「Can you blow up that guy?」

   "Then you have to ask the brothers on the ground to keep your eyes open!" The unprofessional Fanman laughed, tilted the joystick, and led the bomber formation back towards the ground airport.

   Paused, he continued.

   "Let's think about how to land first."

   Landing in fog is not a difficult task for him, but those rookies are another story.

  Hope to save two crashes by then.

   I hope the ground staff will not scold you

  The 100-meter-high building was broken in the middle, and looked down from the sky, it was just a piece of tofu cut in half.

   However, standing on the ground and looking at it, it is a square mountain.

  Even though there were hundreds of meters away from the war zone, the blown sand and stones still hit the heads of the two warring parties and fell like raindrops. …

  The violent air current blew away the cloud of spores floating in the air for a while.

  The eyes of the mutant soldiers were wide open, and they opened their mouths unconsciously looking at the direction of the collapsed tall building.

  What happened there? !

  The players were the same, they even stopped firing for a while, and they couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the eye-shocking picture.

  「. Awesome, what if this is made into a cg bunker!」

  「666!」

   "What a bunker!" Shu Ke, who was driving the helicopter, reloaded the machine gun, and complained dumbfoundingly, "Think about how to get past this level first!"

   Beta driving a toy car is lying next to him.

   This brother probably thought that he would be fine in such a thick fog, and planned to run over to show his hands to fix the car, but he was shot in the head with a slap.

  He hurried forward and dragged the man back, but his brain had been shattered, and he probably was sitting at home with a dazed expression and didn't know what happened.

  The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire towards the mutant positions to provide suppressive firepower.

  However, those mutants also learned how to behave. They no longer confronted them head-on, but hid in the small alleys on both sides of the street and infiltrated and surrounded them from both sides.

   "By the way, why don't those who fly the plane help us to blow up a round here too?" Wiping the ashes from his face, Shrimp and Pig Heart cursed.

  Beta, who was driving a toy car, rolled his eyes.

  「Did you go to the forum and have a bad mouth after it exploded?」

   Crouching on the other side of the street were the brothers of the Death Corps. Hearing their yelling, they laughed and made a joke.

  「Remember to ask Brother Mosquito to turn off the friendly injury before throwing bombs!」

"Hahaha!"

  「This game still has that function?」

  Although they were trapped in a small road in a dilemma, the players guarding here did not feel nervous at all.

think.

  Since the bomber helped them get rid of the sniper in the distance, it means that the headquarters has noticed their situation.

   More support is on the way.

   They just have to hold out until reinforcements arrive. The short rest was broken by a gunshot.

  The two sides in the street fighting resumed the exchange of fire, and flickering tracers wantonly shuttled through the narrow streets.

   Those green-skinned beasts are not really stupid after all. They finally paralyzed a fire-breathing iron box, so naturally they don't want to let this guy go easily.

   A centurion routed from other fronts was quickly drawn here, and a group of howling mutants swooped on it.

  As long as they can tear a gap in the alliance's offensive, they can save this line of defense that is on the verge of collapse.

  However, what stood in front of them at this moment was not just a broken down Chimera, but also an expanded centurion of the Death Corps.

  Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as the other corps, and the sequence level is not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

   And he is a master of street fighting!

  They each had spray guns or submachine guns, and some held bolt-action rifles with bayonets inserted, and they fought hand-to-hand with the mutant soldiers in the alley.

   A mallet-wielding mutant just smashed the skull of an unlucky guy, and before he could taste what it was like, he was ripped off by a dude with a shotgun. …

  Some players wrestled with the mutants and simply detonated the explosives on their bodies, and the two of them instantly turned into a rain of blood. Even mutants who lived a barbaric life of drinking blood and drinking blood could not help showing a trace of panic in front of this barbaric style of play. These people are crazy!

  The ten-meter-long alley was filled with stumps, broken arms and corpses. The sticky blood and organs turned it into a dark swamp, and the gunfire never stopped.

   Just as the battle between the two sides was getting into a frenzy, there was a rapid and intense cannon fire from the other side of the street.

   "Bang bang bang!"

   Streaks of long, thick lightning rushed towards the mutant who rushed out from the alley, and the gnarled muscles instantly exploded into fragments of fragmented rain of blood.

"Roar!"

   A red-eyed mutant roared, and threw the explosive package in his hand towards the broken down armored vehicle.

  The bulging explosive bag was the size of a schoolbag, and the outside was coated with black tar, which could stick to the surface of the armor.

   "Fuck!"

  Shu Ke, who was driving the helicopter, saw this

   He uttered a swear word, threw away the machine gun and rushed up without saying a word, tore off the explosive package hanging on the surface of the armor, and fell to the ground.

   Almost as soon as he fell down, the flames of the explosion tore his whole body into pieces, hitting the armor of the armored vehicle with a tinkling sound.

  If it sticks to the armor surface and detonates, let alone a thin-skinned armored vehicle, even a tank will probably be destroyed.

  The mutant's eyes were so wide that they almost protruded. Obviously, he didn't expect that the iron box, which was almost certain to die, was rescued in just three short seconds.

   But there was no time to surprise him.

  At the same time as the explosive package exploded, a shuttle of armor-piercing incendiary bombs swept over, shooting it into a puddle of flesh in an instant.

   "Shu Ke!!"

  Looking at Shu Ke who was blown to the point where there was no scum left, Xia Renzhuxin howled in grief and anger, and rushed to the entrance of the alley with an assault rifle in his arms to shoot suddenly, but regretfully swept away the loneliness.

  The mutants saw another armored vehicle approaching, and understood that they had lost their last chance.

  The leading mutant howled first, and the minions who were lying behind the bunker and firing, cursed and said harsh words, left the bunker and retreated.

   Except for a few red-eyed guys who were still fighting furiously, most of the green-skinned cattle retreated towards the southern defense line.

   Seeing the mutants start to retreat, the mole on the run stepped on the driver, causing the brother to drive his car in front of the broken Chimera, chasing the retreating mutants

The   man soldier swept two shuttles.

  The hatch behind the rear of the car opened outwards, and the elf king Fugui and Irena jumped out of it, spread out to cover on both sides of the armored car and set up their guns.

  One of the players who can repair cars quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored car with a toolbox.

  Moving away the corpse of the engineer whose head had been blown off, he opened the hood with a tool, and immediately started working with a wrench and a screwdriver.

   Leaving half of its body from the turret, the Mole looked up at the bombed urban area, and clicked his tongue. …

   Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.

  「How is it? Can it be fixed?」

  The busy player responded without looking back.

  「There is a hole in the casing of the engine. Let me try it. It should work fine, but the power may have to be cut in half.」

   "Then I'll leave this place to you, as long as you can make do with it and drive back to the base."

  「ok!」

  The player repairing the car raised the wrench in his hand and responded. The mole was about to retract into the armored car, and the debtor Big Eye of the Death Corps came over with a rifle in his arms.

   Before he could speak, Elf King Fugui opened his eyes wide as if seeing a precious animal, and said with a playful smile.

  「Yo, big eyes?! Why are you here.」

   Didn’t hear the implication of the words, debt big eyes haha

   Laughed and said braggingly.

   "Tch, I came here four days ago!" Irena looked back with a funny face.

  「I thought you lost contact.」

  「Get out, you just lost contact! Your whole family has lost contact!」

   Understand the guy's expression for a moment, Lian Dayan rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole sitting on the turret watching the fun and shouted.

   "Brother, we have taken on a new mission here, and the remaining manpower is not enough, please help me when you have time."

  Thinking that Brother Chicken might not be able to use him, he might be going completely crazy right now, so Mole looked at him with interest and asked.

  「What task?」

   "Support the brothers of the Burning Legion." "The monsters still need support?"

   "The mission briefing is like this. They encountered some trouble in the bombing area and can't be contacted at present. The command probably speculates that people from the Torch Church did it."

  Looks like it exploded into loneliness. Mole rubbed his chin

  「Is communication blocked?」

   Debt Big Eyes: "Probably."

   "Okay, I'll bring a few people over to join us."

  The index finger clicked next to the ear, and the mole looked at the vm

   map, ordered calmly.

  「Attention groups 2 and 4, there is a new mission, go to the map point to gather immediately. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area, activate the backup contact plan!」

  The so-called backup contact plan is to keep an infantry offline as a human radio station at all times, and use group chats to exchange front-line intelligence.

  Two neat answers came quickly from the communication channel.

"receive!"

  The Mole who hung up the communication did not hesitate at all, and gave Big Eye a follow-up gesture, and then shouted at the brothers on the street.

   "You stay here for a while, and the brothers of the death army and I will go to the side to have a look and come back."

  Wearing his rifle and staring at the empty street ahead, Elf King Fugui yelled at the Chimera armored vehicle behind him.

  「Oak!」

at the same time.

In the urban area 600 meters from the westernmost side of the front line, the streets that were passed by the bombers were in a mess, with black craters and cracked walls everywhere, and clusters of unextinguished flames swaying on the twisted steel bars and concrete .

  Several **** and **** corpses were stuck on the ground. It looked like aliens wandering in the neighborhood. They were sucked in by the explosion just now, leaving only this little thing. …

   Organisms exposed outside the shelter have little chance of surviving

   Aberdeen came down.

Knocking open the damaged metal door, the red tapir walked out of the ruins with black lines on its head, greedily took a breath of fresh air, but was choked by the more pungent smell of gunpowder, and coughed twice violently .

  「Damn, that bastard!」

  Thanks to his quick reaction just now, he and his partner quickly retreated to the stairwell with a strong structure, otherwise they would have almost disappeared.

   As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to scold that old thing severely, he only spoke half of his words, and ran away patronizing himself.

  In short, this place is no longer safe, you have to retreat to a safe area first

  The moment his right foot stepped on the street, a warning sign suddenly came to his mind, and the red tapir reflexively lowered his body and rolled over, hiding behind the concrete wreckage on the side of the road.

   Almost at the same time he had just ducked behind the concrete wreckage, an arrow nailed where he had been standing.

   Seeing the arrow, Chi Tapir relentlessly glanced at the corner of his mouth, but the mocking expression froze on his face before it lasted for 0.5 seconds.

   Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a faint red glow!

"Grass"

   There was no time to dodge, he only heard a beep, and the arrow exploded into a burst of flames in an instant, and the raging shock wave wrapped steel **** and shot towards the surroundings.

  The turbulent air wave hit the breastplate, and it was hard

   The red tapir with one blow felt his internal organs trembling.

  Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he was still slightly injured.

   Before he had time to deal with the wound scraped by the fragments, he pulled out the smoke grenade and threw it under his feet, and staggered to the back of another, safer bunker.

   Clicking on the communication button of the helmet, he roared in the communication channel.

  「Tang He! Find me that archery guy! Tang He?」

   No response in comm channel.

  The red tapir's face froze, and immediately realized that Arzu did something good, and immediately cursed.

  「***old stuff.」

  That guy probably intends to "let the dog go".

  Those guys with underdeveloped cerebellums can't tell the difference between enemy and friend, they just randomly pick up moving things and stuff them into their mouths.

  He needs to get out of here ASAP!

  On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, Fang Chang's face showed a trace of

   Surprised, but only surprised.

  Want to run?

   "Hehe, let's see where you are going!"

   At the same time after the bombing ended, he and Lao Bai, a total of 20 players, arrived in this area by helicopter and started.

  Now that he has discovered the location of the target, he must not let this guy run away.

   "The old white man is right in front of me. He is confirmed to be the apostle of the Torch Church. The location has been marked on the map, old white?"

  There is only rustling electric sound in the communication channel.

  Fang Chang looked slightly solemn. Communication blocking?

"day!"

   Cursing secretly, he took out another bursting arrow and put it on the bowstring of the dawn compound bow, and pressed down on the target's bunker with a short body.

  The nearby teammates should have heard the sound of firefighting and are rushing towards this area.

  He had to get there before the apostle got away. Hold that guy down! …

  However, at this moment, a deafening roar pierced through the thick fog, and there were sudden gunshots from the street not far away.

  Fang Chang stopped involuntarily, looked over there suddenly, and then his pupils shrank into a dot involuntarily.

  I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street, with tentacles as thick as pythons on his right arm, and a big hand made of steel on his left arm.

  The pieces of flesh on its body were like lumps of worms, writhing and expanding unconsciously, agitating strange power in the gray-green mist.

   Wielding the murderous dagger with two large iron pot fists

   Slammed a punch on its chest, and the exhaust pipe of the shoulder blade also ejected a tail flame accelerated by nitrogen gas.

  However, the destructive power capable of overturning an armored vehicle only caused circles of ripples on the pile of meat made of maggots.

  The fat giant let out a dull mournful cry, but didn't take a step back.

   Faintly, Fang Chang heard the strange cry of Brother Killing Dagger.

  「Fuck?! What the **** is this thing」

   Before he finished speaking, a tentacle as fast as lightning struck his chest, knocking him flying like a baseball, and fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness.

  Fang Chang stared at the monster intently, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Butcher'?"

Do not

   This thing is more curious than the fruiting body of the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City!

   Not only is it several times larger in size, but its destructive power has obviously increased by more than one order of magnitude! It is a bit similar to the evolutionary body in the previous wave.

  Seeing the mountain of meat moving towards Brother Killer, Fang Chang knew he couldn't wait any longer, and shot an arrow at the monster's face without hesitation.

  The bursting flames exploded in front of the monster, blowing its head apart and flying out.

  Fang Chang was slightly taken aback when he saw this.

  His bursting arrow only has a few tens of grams of charge, probably Bip

  It looks a bit more like a fragment grenade.

  When did you become so awesome?

   As he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.

  I saw that the monster whose head was blown off looked like a normal person, its huge body didn't even shake.

   Then, the squirming chunks of meat seemed to be controlled by a certain self-consciousness, and rushed to the shoulder of the mountain of meat like crawling earthworms.

  In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew on the empty shoulder. And if you look closely at the blasted wreckage, it is not a fragment of a skull at all, but maggot-like pieces of meat.

   Some of them were blown apart, but many more were still alive.

  Thrown away, they twisted their damaged bodies stubbornly, and climbed towards the mountain of meat, as if they wanted to become part of that body again.

   Seeing this incredible scene, Fang Chang's eyes widened.

   What kind of outrageous black technology is this? !

   And where did this guy come from? !

   What makes his scalp tingle the most is not this——

   Those empty eyes looked towards him.

  Although there was a distance of tens of meters, even though there was heavy gray-green fog, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully pulled away the hatred of the boss. …

  The squirming tentacles were like seaweed floating in a dive, but he had seen how fast that thing moved.

  Brother Killing Dagger, who got hit a bit, still hasn’t got up yet!

  「Is it a boss battle again」

   Fang Chang's eyes gradually ignited a fighting spirit, and he took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver, and put it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow.

  That is a burning arrow enriched with solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene, which can easily create a fire field several meters wide on the ground.

  Since explosions won't work - use fire instead!

  In a certain building hundreds of meters away from the bombing zone, Arzu, who was standing in a different place, stared at the bustling urban area expressionlessly, and suddenly a sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth.

  He didn't expect to be able to stop the most elite troops of the Alliance with a mere servant, and he didn't even need to think that those guys were members of the Burning Legion.

   More than enough chaos to help that Inquisition idiot escape, though.

  Although he doesn't like those two idiots who are not doing enough to achieve more than they are doing, but if they don't die under the bombing, but are caught alive, it will be a problem for him after all.

  I hope they can learn a little lesson from this failure and restrain their exuberant self-confidence a little bit.

   Their enemies are not easy to deal with, and they are completely different from those stupid natives.

  The Vault 404, which even he had never heard of, might be more dangerous than corporations and colleges.

  The idiots of the Tribunal should have understood this a year ago.

  At this time, footsteps came from behind him.

  An old man with a stooped figure and wrinkled face walked behind him and stopped.

  The old man's skin was dark green, and he was wearing a master of ceremonies robe with strange patterns.

  You can tell from his appearance that he is a mutant.

  However, just by looking at his appearance, no one can guess how long he lived. Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed lightly, lowered his eyebrows slightly and said.

   "The people of the alliance are somehow endless, and our tribe has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we may lose this war."

  Alzu looked back at the old mutant, staring at the cloudy eyes, and suddenly said.

   "Gomore."

"What's wrong."

  「Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City?」

   That voice carried a hint of bewitchment.

  Gomo frowned slightly, then stretched his brows again, and said softly.

  「I dream about it.」

   "Then persuade your child for me."

  Alzu withdrew his gaze from his face, continued to look at the dense fog-shrouded urban area in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued.

  「Let him hold on a little longer.」

   "Soon, the Son of God will grant him power comparable to that of the gods."

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