This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 693 Thanks for the gift from the ancestors?

  Under the rolling waves, a group of blue mutants with fish scales roared past with the ocean current, looking from a distance like a blue mudslide surging under the sea.

  They screamed and howled to intimidate the alien species that tried to approach, and used harpoons to open up their way forward, all the way west along the coastline, and then all the way south.

  Under the guidance of the will of their ancestors, they have been drifting for a whole week, only resting a few times in the middle, and when they are hungry, they will grab some sea fish, shellfish or seaweed to satisfy their hunger.

  However, even though they were hungry, their morale still did not decrease in the slightest, and the hope of fighting in their pupils increased even more.

  The temporary hunger is just to make room for the upcoming banquet. They will soon be able to have a full meal under the gift of their ancestors, and indulge in the mourning and wailing of their prey.

   Seeing that it was about to reach its destination, the mutant in the lead suddenly straightened up, stepping on the water instead to stop its forward swimming momentum.

   "Ka—!"

   The blue-skinned mutants following him dispersed one after another, and thousands of them stood on the rocky seabed, like a ghostly seaweed forest.

"Boat!"

  It opened its mouth and let out a shrill scream, raised its head and stared ahead, and then glanced uncertainly at the direction of the coastline on the right.

  The human village predicted by the priest was to their northwest, but a few kilometers to the west, there were two cargo ships heading straight in their direction.

  It puffed out its chest, took a deep breath of the cold sea water, and a string of dense air bubbles rolled out of its cheeks.

   It seemed to smell something, and its eyes gradually released a bloodthirsty light.

"people!"

   "Beast!"

   "A lot!!"

   Soon it wasn't the only one, thousands of muddy pupils were imprinted with the bloodthirsty light and the desire to kill.

   It seemed to feel the boiling desire for killing in the blood, and it opened its voice and let out a shrill scream.

   "Sink 'em!"

  The hoarse scream sounded like a horn blowing to attack, and it was answered by screams of joy like crushing shells.

   "Kaka-!"

  Thousands of blue-skinned mutants flocked forward at an even faster speed like unleashed seahorses.

  The mutant with the torpedo on his back broke away from the team first, inserted the cannon thick as a bucket into the bottom of the seabed, and then pulled out the fuse.

  A string of dense air bubbles floated upwards, the blue-skinned mutant covered his ears and kicked his legs, running away from the ready-to-go torpedo.

  Accompanied by a muffled sound of "gudong", a thick and long column of white bubbles charged obliquely towards the sea surface, and slammed straight into the front cargo ship against the huge torpedo.

  This kind of civilian cargo ship is not equipped with professional underwater sonar, and the people on board did not perceive the attack from the underwater at all, so they were hit hard without knowing it.

The shock wave of the explosion stopped the forward momentum of the entire cargo ship. As the milky white bubbles dissipated, an inward sunken breach appeared on the side of the bow, and there were even a few unlucky humans fell into the water.

Watching the slowly capsizing cargo ship, a group of blue-skinned mutants screamed excitedly, tapping their weapons on the shield made of turtle shells or the rocks beside them, just like a group of people tapping knives and forks waiting to eat The savages at the table.

   Just as they expected, as the cargo ship slowly tilted, more and more crew members jumped into the sea like dumplings.

   And that huge number completely exceeded the expectations of all the mutants present.

  Usually when they sink a ship, there are at most twenty or thirty prey.

  Now, just one cargo ship has dropped hundreds of prey, and the number is still increasing.

   It was as if the mutants had seen heaven, and a pair of cloudy pupils suddenly glowed green.

  Praise the ancestors!

   Before it was too late to appreciate the gift from the ancestors, the blue-skinned mutant in the lead spit out the air bubbles in its mouth, let out a strange cry of excitement, and then charged forward with its harpoon straightened out.

"kill!"

  Led by it, the mutants lurking on the bottom of the sea kicked out their legs vigorously, grabbed the guys in their hands, and killed the group of drowned chickens who fell into the water.

   Just like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep!

"kill!!"

   Those imperial soldiers floating on the sea and choking on the water hadn’t recovered from what happened before they were pierced through their chests by harpoons and crossbow guns.

  The surface of the sea was stained red with blood, a scene of shocking ferocity.

  The screams and howls followed the waves of the sea one after another, like **** on earth.

   In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred people died! The rest of the lucky ones who survived didn't know what happened, so they could only dig their lives towards the shore.

  Obviously, for the imperial soldiers who first stepped out of Borneo province, these blue-skinned monsters were still too "advanced".

   And the same goes for mutants who feast on it.

  These human flavors with their own condiments are also unique, completely different from those they eat.

   But it doesn't matter.

   It doesn’t make any difference to them who have been hungry for a week, they just want to indulge in this feast of death and killing!

  The soldiers of the Xilan Empire who hadn't jumped off the boat saw clearly what was swimming in the water, and panic was printed on their faces.

  Those blue skins are very much like the coats of the residents of the shelter.

  They look like humans but not humans, fish and not fish. They wield harpoons, sticks, and even fishing nets in their hands.

  In just a few breaths, there were corpses floating everywhere on the sea, and every wave that hit the ship's strings was stained with shocking scarlet.

   What's even more frightening is that the monsters don't seem content to simply execute their opponents.

From time to time, they pulled these fallen soldiers out of the water, and pressed them into the water again without waiting for them to breathe, until they were exhausted from tormenting their prey, dying, and no longer struggled, and finally cut their throats, Feast on their flesh and blood.

  Listening to the wailing of the soldiers in the water, the soldiers who were crowded on the side of the ship before they had time to dive turned pale, their eyes filled with fear and bewildered despair.

  They either yelled at the people who fell into the water, trying to pull them onto the sinking cargo ship, or they raised their rifles and fired at the surging waves, throwing grenades into the water.

  Unfortunately, all of this is in vain, it doesn't work at all...

Just when Mogawei was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the commander named Di Rang and several personal guards under his command were dragging a kayak trot Out of the cabin.

   Taking advantage of the fact that the mutants were still feasting in the sea and had no time to pay attention to them, they threw the kayak into the sea without saying a word, and rowed towards the shore with all their strength.

   Seeing the hope of survival, Mogave also rushed into the cabin, and sure enough, he found several spare rubber boats and wooden boats lying in the corner of the cabin.

  Knowing that his strength was not enough, he didn't drag these survival tools out immediately, but ran back to the deck with an idea, and yelled at those guys who hadn't entered the water because they couldn't swim.

   "There are lifeboats in the cabin!"

   "Drag them out!"

  Hearing his call, everyone rushed up to **** out the few life-saving straws, and he took the opportunity to sneak into one of the cargo ships, and escaped before the cargo ship sank completely.

  The sea was in chaos, and from time to time there were screams of death and fights of desperate resistance.

  Looking at the small boats and even bathtubs passing overhead, the soldiers who fell into the water stretched out their hands desperately trying to grab something.

  However, most of the only dozen or so "small boats" were packed to the brim, and they couldn't hold the nearly thousand people who fell into the water.

   Some soft-hearted people saw familiar faces, but they still couldn't bear to kill their compatriots. They acquiesced in putting their hands on the side of the ship, and they would not stop them as long as they didn't board the ship.

However, some ruthless guys completely disregarded the friendship of their compatriots. Seeing that the speed of rushing to the shore was dragged down, they all greeted them with rifle butts, bayonets and even boot soles, just to get rid of these burdens and go ashore quickly, so that Survive yourself.

  Witnessing this scene of purgatory on earth, Mogave was terrified, curled up on the boat, afraid that these people would throw him down, and replace those compatriots who fell into the water.

  However, to his surprise, those vicious guys didn't do this.

  Perhaps because the people standing next to him these days are big men, these low-status wolf clansmen also "love houses and birds", and instinctively regard him, a kidnapped foreigner, as some kind of adult.

  In short, thanks to the ignorance of these people, he left the waters full of blood and death without any risk, and ran aground with the boat on the shore.

Climbing out of the boat with all his strength, he ran forward for more than ten meters, rolling and lying on his back on the muddy beach, gasping for fresh air, his face covered with mud Full of shock.

  At this time, he heard a familiar voice from the side, and immediately looked sideways.

  I saw a drenched man limping to the shore with a shocking scar on his shoulder, leaning on a Ripper rifle.

   That person was Singh, Captain Achim's guard, and he was also the one who immediately responded to the commander's order to abandon the ship and jump into the sea.

   Didn't expect him to be alive!

  Mulgarvey couldn't help showing a trace of surprise on his face.

  Especially when he heard the guy's first words after he got ashore, his jaw almost dropped in shock.

   "...Damn it, I was put together by these blue gophers!" Singer gritted his teeth and cursed, spitting **** saliva on the beach.

   This group of **** who don't talk about martial arts!

   Unexpectedly, those blue gophers only look simple and honest on the surface, but they are very sinister and cunning behind the scenes, and they have seen through the empire's plan long ago!

   But it's okay...

  Since the strength of the blue ghosts is restrained at sea, the defense on the shore must be empty, and the land happens to be the home of the Xilan Empire.

  As long as I can regroup the troops that fled to the shore, even if there is only one or two centurions, I will surely be able to fulfill my mission and take down the port of French fries!

  Seeing that crazy guy walking towards him, Mo Jiawei hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but before he waited for two seconds, he was pulled up from the ground by his collar.

   "Get up! I know you are not dead!"

  Mogarvey opened his eyes tremblingly, and before he was fully awake, he saw the distorted face like a ghost.

   "Big, my lord..."

  Singer stared at him ferociously, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

   "Take me to the Alliance camp! Immediately!"

Mogarvey opened his mouth wide, glanced at the soldiers lying on the beach like dead dogs, and then at the guy who was grabbing his collar, and was about to ask him, "Are you so crazy?" But he was dislocated because his mouth was opened too far, so that he couldn't speak.

   Fortunately, he doesn't need to talk anymore.

   Less than two seconds after Singer's voice fell, a gunshot sounded from the forest in the distance.

   That's the sound of the Ripper's rifle!

   At the same time that the gunshot rang out, gunshots like raindrops rang through the beach and forest, and a fierce firefight was about to break out!

  Singer immediately let go of his hand, threw Mojavey who had just sat up halfway back to the ground, loaded the rifle in his hand, and yelled at the soldiers who were struggling to get up from the beach.

"Ready to fight!"

  …

  The time returns to half an hour ago.

  On the beachhead on the northwest side of Potato Fries Harbor, there was a dark silence.

  If you don't look closely, you probably won't see the helmets hidden behind the sandbags and dirt pits, and the gun barrels hidden under the camouflage net.

  At first there were fifty people on the ground, but they changed shifts a few times in the middle, and at night there were only thirty or so left.

  Louching next to a fixed "whirlwind" grenade launcher, a player wearing an exoskeleton couldn't help but yawned and whispered something.

   "Damn, did those mutants go to Antarctica?"

   "Why haven't there been any shadows for a long time."

  The game time is already 8 o'clock in the evening. In reality, it's time to get up and have breakfast.

   Another player squatting next to him made a helpless expression.

   "Ghost knows, it's not sure if it's a mutant or not, maybe a few crabs will come up."

  Hearing that there were crabs to eat, the man who was still yawning suddenly recovered, swallowed and said.

   "That's not very good, just an extra meal."

   "Poof—"

  The silent player next to him almost couldn't hold back his laughter, his shoulders kept shaking.

  Seeing that the discipline of this group of newcomers became more and more lax, the captain who had been staring at the beach finally couldn't stand it any longer, and reached out and patted the back of Hanhan who was holding back a smile.

   "Keep your voice down! Laugh like a fool, afraid that people won't know there are people here?"

   In case the guys hear someone here, why not come from this beach?

  Then how can he get heads!

  The player who got hit on the helmet smiled awkwardly, and everyone felt embarrassed, and restrained themselves a little, returning their attention to their respective tracking positions.

  At this time, a head with a haystack protruded from the foxhole on the side.

  Vaguely heard someone calling his name, the player glanced at him in a daze.

   "Captain, are you calling me?"

  Squad leader: "..."

   This time, it wasn't just the guy with a low smile, all the newcomers buried their heads and shook their shoulders.

   And the guy with a low point of laughter was even more straightforward, knocking his head on the sandbag, and simply went off the assembly line to laugh.

  Looking at the idiot who was poking his head, the team leader was about to reprimand him, when a serious voice came from the communication channel.

   "Position No. 4, what's the situation on your side?"

  Hearing the question from the superior, the team leader looked serious, stared at the retreating haystack, and hurriedly lowered his voice to report.

   "Report, there is no situation at the moment!"

  Killer's Dagger: "...Got it, continue to stay vigilant, we will change shifts in a few minutes, brothers hold on."

  The team leader replied in embarrassment.

"yes."

There are not many old players in Potato Chips, most of them are players between level 10 and 20, and there are some quasi-newcomers who have just passed level 10 and come here to try their luck, occasionally acting a bit dazed Also normal.

   The game atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been good. Most old players have a relatively tolerant attitude towards cute newcomers. After all, everyone came here like this.

   Quietness was restored on the battlefield, in stark contrast to the ebb and flow that was close at hand.

   However, looking at the peaceful waves, Fang Chang, who was holding the telescope, couldn't help frowning, with a worried expression on his face.

   It has been two hours into the night.

   Do you really have to wait until the afternoon?

  Or, the so-called attack was just overthinking?

   "...Could it be because I won't come."

   Just as Fang Chang was muttering in his heart, there was a sudden squeak of sesame seed in the communication channel.

   "... here is the investigation team, we heard gunshots here, and it came from the sea to our southwest."

   "Gunshots?"

  Hearing the report, Fang Chang felt excited, and immediately opened the VM map without saying a word.

  But when he saw the green dot flashing on the west side of the camp, he was slightly taken aback.

   Still going west?

  Where did this go?

   In the short second that he was stunned, another communication request popped up on the VM screen, this time it was sent by Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin.

   Instructed Sesame Paste to stand by nearby, Fang Chang immediately pressed the answer button, and Captain Chen's voice came quickly.

   "...Our sensors have detected two consecutive explosions in the sea near you. I'm not sure if you noticed. Are you in any trouble?"

   Fang Chang frowned slightly.

   "Explosion? We didn't see anything here, but someone heard the gunshots. Can you judge the approximate direction of the explosion?"

  Chen Jianhong: "It's to the east of us, and to your...uh, it should be about five kilometers to the west. I'll send you the coordinates."

  Fang Chang: "Got it, keep silent and don't contact us unless necessary."

  Chen Jianhong: "Understood."

  After hanging up the communication, Fang Chang switched to the VM map again, and soon saw the coordinates synchronized from the Dolphin.

   It even comes with an estimated explosive yield.

   Those two flashing question marks were about five kilometers west of Chips Harbor, and they were almost stuck to the shore of the northern shore of the strait, so that Fang Chang was stunned for a while.

   Good guy.

   Are these mutants planning to play tactics with themselves?

   But going west is useless...

The bases of the Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps are located on the high ground to the northwest of the camp, with a wide view of the surrounding area. With the help of agility and perception players to track down enemies and report points, a few machine guns and mortars can kill those beasts. Die on the beach, but there is still some hope if you just come up from the pier just south.

  Although only a little.

   It so happened that at this time, the murderous dagger who had just handed over the defense zone with the friendly army on shift was walking towards this side.

   Before the guy could speak, Fang Chang immediately looked at him and said.

   "Kill the dagger, take someone to the west."

  Murdering Dagger froze for a moment, suppressed the doubts in his stomach about whether those mutants would come or not, looked at him in a daze and asked.

   "West side? Where?"

   "There was an explosion in the waters about five kilometers to the west. I have updated the approximate coordinates on your map. Just go west along the coastline."

   While speaking, Fang Chang pointed his index finger at the screen and finished editing the mission path.

  Seeing elder brother Fang's serious expression, Killer Dagger suddenly became energetic, and the boredom on his face was swept away.

"receive!"

   He responded without saying a word, and hurriedly ran to the team members who had just been disbanded, and reorganized the team in their early thirties.

   "Brothers are here to live! Follow your father to the west and show you the world!"

As soon as they heard that they were coming to work, the people who were listless a second ago suddenly became excited, picked up the guy and followed behind the 30-odd boss, walking towards the outside of the position, while chirping and asking up.

   "Boss! Who is the enemy?"

   "Is it a mutant?"

   "I heard it's blue-skinned!"

   "Are the dropped materials valuable?"

  Looking at the newcomers who have never seen the world, the murderous dagger chuckled.

   Coincidentally, he hasn't seen it either.

   But it doesn't matter, we will see you soon.

   "Don't talk so much nonsense, two explosions occurred five kilometers west of our position, no matter what came, we will make those idiots regret coming to us to find fault!"

  Running all the way along the edge of the rainforest, a group of people finally arrived near the coordinates, and saw the group of guys on the beach who climbed ashore in embarrassment at a glance.

  Seeing the group of drenched guys in the distance, there is no need to ask the murderous dagger, as he has already guessed what happened in his heart.

   This group of guys probably passed through the Strait, and they just happened to bump into the mutants who came to trouble them.

  This luck is really against the sky!

   In the end, conscience still prevailed, Killing Dagger held back his laughter, and shouted towards the beach not far away.

   "Fellow folks in front! Leave the shore quickly, we are here to rescue you!"

  Climbed to the shore with a look of embarrassment, and heard the shouts from the woods, Di Rang became alert for an instant, shot his eyes at the nearby jungle, and raised the rifle in his hand.

"who!"

  The Killing Dagger shouted again: "We belong to the alliance!"

  Alliance! ?

  Hearing this word, Commander Di Rang's face changed suddenly, and he opened the safety of the rifle while roaring.

   "It's the Alliance!"

"Ready to fight!"

  The guard standing next to him reacted faster than him. He raised the rifle in his hand and fired at the dark woods, and then covered the officer beside him and went to the side bunker.

   Startled by the "pop" gunshot, the murderer saw the bullet flying to his side, thought it was those guys who had gone off fire, and hurriedly yelled.

   "Damn it, we are human beings, it's mutants not me who **** you, please see clearly and turn off the insurance—"

   But the group didn't listen to him at all.

   Before he finished speaking, there was another gunshot, and this time the bullet followed his voice and hit the tree trunk next to him directly.

  As if they had received an order, gunshots rang out on the beach.

  The forty or fifty people who rushed to the shore fired and quickly spread out to both sides.

  They either lay down on the spot and dug out foxholes, or rolled to the back of the reef to find cover, regardless of their own embarrassment, they put on an offensive posture and fired at the players in the forest to suppress them.

  The various gunshots came from the Ripper rifle, as well as the Legion-style "Blade" assault rifle and pu-9 assault rifle.

   This time, Killing Dagger understood that these guys didn't go off the rails at all, but they deliberately came to find fault with them.

More and more soldiers who fell into the water swam to the shore, or landed on the escaping boats. One or two was like landing on the beach, and no matter who was chasing and biting their ass, they didn't even pat the mud on their pants. Facing the shore, there was a bang and a bang.

  The killing dagger who was going to pull them a hand suddenly became angry, and he didn't bother to care about any misunderstandings.

   Each of these guys carried guns, ammunition bags rolled up behind their backs, and engineer shovels were all on their waists. It would be too far-fetched to say that they were passing masses.

   He is not a good person at first glance!

   Seeing more and more people going ashore, there must be one or two hundred people, and the murderous dagger immediately yelled at the thirty or so brothers behind him.

"Oh shit!"

   "Not only do these 2Bs not appreciate it, they dare to open fire on us!"

   "Smack him hard!"

  (end of this chapter)