This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 719 "Crab" and "Big Fish"

  A blue sea.

  A sea-blue painted propeller plane is quietly sticking to the sea surface, undulating with the turbulent waves, like a drifting board.

  Two floats instead of the 20mm cannon, lying under the aircraft like a sled. A depth charge with a pressure sensor was firmly attached to the belly of the aircraft, like a sharp knife hidden under the blue.

   There is silence all around, only the sound of the tide rolling.

   At this moment, Feng Qing, who was lying in the cockpit with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes with a jerk, and sat up straight from the seat.

  Because of too much force, her forehead almost hit the cockpit. Thanks to the seat belt, there was no accident.

  Amidst the creaking sound, the silent plane seemed to come alive again.

  Also at almost the same time, the standard drake voice of Brother Mosquito, the commander of the Corps, came from the communication channel.

   "...the fish is hooked!"

  There was a loud electric sound in the communication channel.

  The VM screen strapped to the thigh also lights up at the same time, and the strike coordinates estimated based on the positions and relative distances of friendly forces are displayed on the map.

  Unhurriedly, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. Feng Qing skillfully reached out and opened the instrument panel on the cockpit, and started the engine of the plane.

  The propeller on the nose roared, dragging the light body forward against the waves.

  Controlling the speed at the critical point of take-off, Feng Qing did not rush to pull the nose up, and tapped the beat with his index finger holding the joystick.

  The continuous sound of the tide was overwhelmed by the roar of the more turbulent propellers, and a peaceful sea suddenly boiled.

   Not just a—

   But a full fifty!

  A W-2/H sea attack aircraft is like a galloping speedboat, clinging to the turbulent sea, moving quickly towards the attack coordinates shared by friendly forces...

  …

   Above the blue waves, the sound of the tide is boiling, and below the blue waves, there are also surging waves.

The hoarse scream was like a sweeping harpoon, driving away the fish and alien species in front, a group of monsters in blue scales were clinging to the seabed, swimming quickly in the direction of the submarine water pipeline on the west side of the circular island move.

   Behind this group of mutants was a huge sea monster that looked like a snake or a fish, a bit like a prehistoric plesiosaur.

  The tail that is more than ten meters long is hung with scales like dragon scales, the protruding head is like the mouth of a crocodile, and the sharp fangs are like the blades on a chainsaw, as if it can bite a small ship in one bite.

  Local fishermen call it Laken, which comes from a folk song circulating in the southern waters, which means "a dragon in the deep sea".

  Although according to the "mind influence law", it is difficult for the mind interference device to directly control this kind of alien species with a large brain capacity, but the mind can be reduced by various means such as drugs.

   This is obviously not a difficult task for the church.

  They can even turn the survivors of a province into a mindless puppet, not to mention a alien whose mind is far inferior to that of a human.

  The goal is approaching soon.

  One of the mutants separated from the group, accelerated to swim to the front of all the clansmen, and took out a palm-sized thermite bomb from its back.

   This thing is also the weapon given to them by the torch.

   After activation, not only can it burn underwater, it can even burn through steel plates of hundreds of millimeters!

  The blue-skinned guy twisted his disgusting face, let out a smacking laugh, and then pressed the button on the bomb, and a thirty-second countdown appeared on the screen.

  However, at the same time, when it was less than 50 meters away from the submarine water pipeline, a wave of weak water tremors suddenly rushed to its side from the side.

   Something is fast approaching it.

  Just as it sensed something was wrong, it was about to react when a sharp arrow pierced through its side in an instant, pushing it up towards the sea surface with a blunt explosion.

  The mutant let out a hoarse and dull howl, and a large piece of air bubbles instantly flooded its entire face and the gills hidden in the lower jaw.

  Losing its balance and enduring great pain, it flapped its hands and feet in the sea, but forgot to let go of the hand holding the thermite bomb.

   At this moment, the 30-second countdown just ended, and a dazzling white light engulfed a large piece of air bubbles, engulfing the guy in an instant.

  The slowly blooming fireworks are like datura flowers blooming on the bottom of the sea, and the army of blue-skinned mutants who came from the mountains and tsunami were instantly stunned by this horrifying scene.

  They didn't know what happened, panic expressions appeared on their faces, and they looked around in bewilderment to find the source of the attack.

   At this moment, not far from them, crab-shaped iron bumps are quietly lurking on the edge of a kelp forest, and the thick and long barrels have been aimed at them from afar.

  If the army of the empire is here, they will definitely be familiar with this scene.

  These thick armored iron lumps are carved out of the same mold as the "King Crab" amphibious armor rampaging in Port Jingallon!

   In fact, they are the same thing.

  It’s just a weapon hanging on the arm. It has been changed from two 37mm cannons to a chainsaw specially designed for the deep sea environment, and a supercavitation weapon called "Harpoon".

The principle of this thing, as the name suggests, is to use the principle of supercavitation to reduce drag. The tail is equipped with nitrate propellant, and the front end is a warhead with ladder aluminum mixed with magnesium powder charge. It is equivalent to a reduced version of a torpedo with a caliber of 19mm. The device is the same as the 19mm bolt gun, which is convenient for switching ammunition after going ashore to continue the pursuit.

  Different from 19mm bolt bombs, the effective killing distance of 19mm "Harpoon" is only 200 meters, and the minimum safe distance is only 10 meters.

   This combat radius is still a bit difficult to deal with some ships, but it is more than enough to deal with near-surface torpedoes and frogman troops.

Although the alliance's arsenal was thinking about underwater weapons for the first time, after receiving technical support from the survivors of Coral City, the giant stone military industry quickly solved several of the problems, and installed this thing on the alliance's "emperor" crab".

   This is the first actual combat of "Harpoon".

   So far, the effect is quite good...

  Looking at the "fireworks" falling to the seabed in the distance, and the group of restless demons and ghosts behind him, Voldemort lying in the "King Crab" grinned.

   "I didn't expect our Jungle Corps to work part-time as a navy one day."

  The voices of teammates came from the communication channel.

   "In a sense, the kelp forest can also be regarded as a jungle."

   "666!"

   "It doesn't matter, the opponents are mutants anyway."

  There's nothing to hold back from these bastards.

   They should go to **** to repent—

   "Hits count! Fire freely!"

  Spitting out a string of air bubbles from the crab shell, Voldemort manipulated the king crab and stepped forward, "Don't let our fish get away!"

   There was a vigorous response from the communication channel.

"receive!"

   "Aww!"

   Following the order to attack, a total of twenty-two "King Crabs" fired at the same time, launching underwater flares based on the target source detected by the sonar.

   Blistering white lights bloomed near the group of aquatic mutants, instantly lighting up a piece of water that could not be reached into the sky.

  The aquatic mutants who had already adapted to the darkness around them screamed and raised their arms to cover their stinging eyes.

  At the same time, a series of "harpoons" dragging air bubbles shuttled wantonly under the light, harvesting fresh lives like the scythe of death.

  In just a few breaths, dozens of aquatic mutants were shot to burst into flesh and blood, and a scarlet blood mist spread wantonly along with the water flow.

   Death is spreading.

  Fear crept into the hearts of every mutant.

  Different from those green skins on the shore, those who nested under the cold and damp reefs learned more of fish-like cunning than beast-like bloodthirsty and madness.

   Seeing that morale was about to collapse, the leader of the mutants who was dormant among the mutant crowd let out a deep and long howl.

   "It's human!"

   "They're down there!"

   "Rush! Shred them!"

  Hearing the leader's roar, the mutants, who were continuously suffering casualties, finally regained some morale, kicking their legs vigorously and rushing to the seabed below them.

  As the depth dropped, the surrounding water pressure also increased, squeezing their bloodshot eyeballs and muscular solid chest.

  Finally approached the nearly 300-meter-deep seabed, and the glaring white light gradually moved away from them.

   "Ka—!"

   Nearly a thousand mutants who had reintegrated into the darkness gradually regained their eyesight, let out roars to disperse fear, and charged towards the source of the attack with all kinds of guys in their hands.

   Coincidentally, their opponents think so too.

   Twenty-two huge "King Crabs" turned on their searchlights almost at the same time, waving their crab legs and crab claws welded with a chainsaw, and killed the blue-skinned monsters!

   Excited roars echoed in the communication channel—

   "Crush 'em!"

   "Aww!"

  Flesh and steel collided together!

  A "King Crab" armor quickly popped out of the inwardly folded mechanical legs, kicking the mutant who was rushing while grabbing the thermite.

Immediately afterwards, the huge body rushed forward again, and the forward-stretched forefoot slammed down fiercely, stepping on the back of another mutant who swooped over impartially, like trampling an ant to death It seemed to be pressed to death on the uneven rock.

  A mutant got around to its back by chance, trying to pry open the thick crab shell with the harpoon in his hand, but didn't even scrape off the paint on it.

   Just when it was about to think of other ideas, a real "harpoon" shot it in the chest, and half of its body was blasted into blood mist and minced flesh.

   Mutants are like garlic cloves dropped into a garlic machine, and they are crushed into **** mud in an instant.

  Harpoons were thrown from their powerful arms, but only scratches were left on the steel shell.

They tried their best, using harpoon guns, underwater rifles, short knives and daggers, and even deep-water mines and explosives... However, in the face of this armor that is several times thicker than the split claw crab, all these efforts are in vain. Just in vain.

  The harsh searchlight blinded them, but the thick and long chain saw could split them in two with just a light touch.

   Not Just Chainsaws—

   There are also fishnet bombs sprayed from the thick and long barrels!

  Strong silk threads formed a large net, binding many mutants to the rocks, or simply tied them together with other mutants.

   And the more struggling.

  The tighter the fishing net is tied!

  In just five minutes, more than two hundred mutants had already died under the whistling chainsaw.

  The continuous casualties and the battle with no hope of victory made almost every mutant's face reveal deep horror.

  Even their leader couldn't help but move backwards in fear.

  They have never seen such a weird guy!

  However, their enemies—the players lying in the king crabs are very familiar with these scaly beasts!

Since several aquatic mutants were captured in Chips Harbor two months ago, the research site set up by the Alliance Institute of Biology in Chips Harbor has been analyzing the mutants, and quickly figured out the habits of these guys. Be clear.

  These guys are not what they seem to be able to run rampant in the sea unimpeded.

  They will also be attacked by alien species in the sea, just like those cargo ships without black iron wood or psychic interference devices.

  In order to avoid being targeted by large alien species, they usually choose waters close to land, islands, and shallow seabeds as their travel routes.

  The maximum water depth in these waters does not exceed 400 meters. Generally, alien species that are too large will not wander there easily in order to avoid being stranded.

In addition, during the long journey, they will alternately sing "boat songs" and actively make noises to disguise themselves as "XXXL-sized" alien species, in order to intimidate those small and medium-sized alien species that are active in shallow waters .

  Comprehensively considering these characteristics, Chip Harbor only needs to place a few buoys that collect acoustic signals in the waters near the submarine water pipeline, and then they can lock the trajectories of these beasts and formulate an interception plan.

   This is not technically very difficult to achieve.

  Although there are no satellites available, the sensors installed on the freshwater pipelines under the sea are enough to transmit signals to the Chip Harbor or nearby players.

   These mutants didn't know that as early as they left the coast of death and entered the eastern coast of Baiyue Province, they had already been targeted by the military base in Port of Chips.

  Seeing the continuous casualties of the clansmen, the leader standing among the mutant crowd finally panicked, and shouted loudly at the minions in front of him.

   "Withdraw—!"

   "Towards the sea!"

   The mutants struggling with the "King Crab" kicked their legs vigorously and retreated towards the sea.

Although king crabs are equipped with ballast water tanks and high-pressure gas cylinders similar to "swim bladders", due to the weight of the equipment itself and the limited armor volume, these crabs do not float fast, and it is difficult to sustain the pressure during the process of floating. open fire.

   Therefore, the twenty-two "King Crabs" did not chase towards the water surface, but set up the "Harpoon" bombs welded to their arms and continued to fire.

Slender columns of air chased the heels of the group of mutants and flew towards the sea, and mutants were continuously shot into a **** mist by harpoons, but more mutants were still fortunately not counted from there. Escape from the dense firepower net.

   Just when there were only 50 meters away from the sea surface, the "harpoons" chasing after them finally slowed down their pursuit.

  These weapons don't seem to fly very far.

  Looking at the "harpoon" gradually losing power under the soles of their feet and the iron crabs thrown off by them, the terrified mutants finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  However, before the breath was over, the slender cylinders suddenly plunged into the water and fell against their heads.

this moment-

   Their nightmare has just begun!

  Looking at the cylinder falling unhurriedly in front of him, surprise and bewilderment were written on the scale-packed faces one by one.

   It seemed that they had foreseen the threat of death, and a trace of inexplicable fear crawled into the hearts of every mutant.

   Without waiting for them to react, and without having a chance to react at all, bursts of flames and pillars of air exploded instantly, engulfing the sinful lives.

  Looking at the sea of ​​flames spreading near the sea above the head, the "King Crabs" made admiration sounds under their shells.

   "This is powerful enough..."

   "Anti-submarine is indeed the work of the Air Force."

   "Damn, those green skins are still resistant to beating, these scaly things are like mud eels, they can't help beating!"

   "So who is this MVP?"

   "Cutting out the explosion scene should be ours."

   "Good idea."

   Just as everyone was chattering, the voice of Brother Mosquito suddenly came from Voldemort's ear.

   "The bombing is over! How is your side?"

  Hearing the drake voice, Voldemort quickly responded.

   "Oh! We're all fine! No casualties—"

  Mosquito: "Who the **** cares about you? I'm asking if you took pictures?!"

  Model Voldemort: "...Crap! Is it so real?"

Mosquito: "Wait, let's not talk nonsense with you... I have detected the signal of the psychic interference device here! The source is about 300 meters near the explosion area, and the depth is between 50 and 100 meters. Please pay attention to the nearby Nothing else."

   Anything else? !

  Model Voldy was slightly taken aback.

   Almost at the same time Brother Mosquito's voice fell, a long tweet came to everyone's ears.

   "Woo-!"

  The sound was like the siren of a freighter, and even the nearby waters trembled.

  Everyone raised their heads one after another and turned their searchlights upwards to search, just in time to see a shadow that was tens of meters long shrouded their heads.

   "What the **** is this?"

  All faces showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost, and Model Volunteer swallowed involuntarily.

  The voices of teammates came from the communication channel.

   "Mom... there's a big guy."

  The psychic interference device began to emit unstable interference ripples, and the wailing big guy seemed to have suffered some injuries.

  The entire sea water boiled, and the raging waves blew away the floating corpses, scaring away the aquatic aliens who were tentatively approaching.

  The "king crabs" standing on the bottom of the sea are also washed by the turbulent ocean currents, and they keep moving their crab legs backwards.

   "Mosquito! Do you still have any ammunition?!" With both hands desperately pressing the shaking handle, Voldemort roared into the headset.

   There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, and a shameful voice came.

   "It's gone... Just one shot when the ammunition is ready, I dismantled all the machine guns to throw this thing for you, you can ask yourself."

   "%￥#@!"

  After cursing for a while, Voldemort switched his voice to the team channel and shouted at his teammates.

   "Prepare for the BOSS battle!"

  Different from him who was extremely nervous, there were roars of excitement coming from the team channel.

   "Aww!"

  …

   On the other side, about a hundred kilometers away from the center of the explosion, a destroyer belonging to the Federation of the Southern Islands is parked.

  At this moment, there was a panic inside the bridge.

   "An explosion occurred in a 100-kilometer underwater area due west! The location is near the submarine volcanic belt, which seems to be our minefield!"

   "Minefield?!"

   "Damn...did the planes do it?"

   "What about those planes?"

   "Could it be shelter 70?!"

   The reason why the sailors were in a hurry was not only because of the sudden underwater explosion, but also because of the fifty planes that suddenly appeared on the radar!

  These planes seem to have emerged out of nowhere, from this endless sea, without the slightest warning!

   What's weird is that there is no aircraft carrier or airport nearby, not even a small fishing boat.

  Captain Dong Wen frowned and stared at the blue sky and the turbulent sea outside the bridge window, wondering what he was thinking.

  Seeing that his superior didn't respond for a long time, the adjutant standing next to him took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

   "I suggest reporting the situation here to the Navy Command immediately!"

  As his subordinates discussed, those planes may be the masterpiece of Vault 70. The location where the explosion happened happened to be the minefield they had set up to intercept the No. 70 shelter submersible and protect the ring island from threats.

  Although the entrance to the shelter is under the blockade of the federal fleet, no one can guarantee that there are no other emergency exits from the shelter.

  However, the captain standing next to him spoke abnormally after pondering for a moment.

   "No, keep watching."

  The adjutant froze for a moment, and looked at him puzzled.

  However, the officer had no intention of explaining to him. He just told him to be optimistic about this place, and then turned and left the bridge.

   Return to the captain's cabin.

  Dong Wen hung the captain's hat on the hanger, then opened the drawer and took out a small communicator from it.

  He dug the mechanical buttons on the shell with his thumb, carefully entered a series of numbers, and then stuck the communicator to his ear.

   Before he could speak, an urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How is it going?"

  The other end of the phone is none other than Mr. Chalas, the Chief of Staff of the Federal Navy and Chief of Staff to the President, a representative of the Navy's main combat faction.

Although for most federal citizens, it is a consensus to get rid of the control of Vault 70, but until the ocean current power station is destroyed, everyone actually has different opinions on whether to resolve the conflict through a moderate or radical way. .

  Because of his unwavering stance and radical ideas, Charas was supported by many naval officers, including East Timor himself.

   It's just that there have been some bad rumors recently, which made East Leste begin to doubt whether what he did was really out of the interests of the Federation.

It is true that some of the things that the alliance that came out of nowhere is indeed questionable, but the slogan they shouted, "Survivors unite", is nothing worthy of them. s things.

  The human beings on this planet once belonged to a whole.

   And they are indeed practicing their slogans, setting an example for those wastelanders who are still killing each other to end the wasteland era.

  For example, the nearest port of King Gallon, no matter how the slave owners there quoted classic sophistry, they did untie the rope tied around the slave's neck. Another example is the fresh water pipeline leading to the circular island. Although they did make some money, it was indeed cheaper for the locals to use water as a result.

  Those guys didn’t say that they were here for charity. If they raise the price maliciously in the future, that will be a matter of the future. You can’t just borrow a big hat from the future and put it on because they didn’t open their pockets today.

  At least in his opinion, those church lunatics who talk about "evolution", "future" and "for mankind" all day long look more suspicious.

   These guys really don’t want money, and the psychic interference device provided to the Federation is a free gift, but no one can say that those people are not plotting something bigger.

   Such as Coral City.

   Didn't they always want to pass?

  He agrees with moderate cooperation with the Church of the Torch, as long as it is really beneficial to the Federation, even if the benefits are not seen in the short term, future generations will benefit endlessly.

   For example, it is undoubtedly worthwhile to exchange an ocean current power station for the unity of the entire Federation. People in the future will thank their ancestors for their temporary hardships.

only…

  What is the benefit of blowing up a freshwater pipeline?

  He had been able to convince himself, even for Mr. Charlas, but now he really didn't know how to make it up.

but-

   Now is not the time to think about this.

   After sorting out his thoughts for a moment, Dong Wen said slowly.

   "The explosion... did happen."

  Hearing a relieved voice from the other end of the phone, he paused for a moment and continued.

   "However, there are some doubts about this matter. The explosion did not occur on the seabed, but in the near-sea area... And, were those planes sent by you?"

  The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, and it took a long time to hold back a half-hesitant sentence.

"airplane?"

"Yes."

  East Wen paused and continued.

"A bunch of planes popped up on our radar and dropped torpedoes or depth charges or something into the sea, and then we saw signs of an explosion... I'm not sure if the pipe was blown up, but I think Know what those planes are and what they're blowing up—"

  However, to his surprise, after hearing this sentence, Mr. Chalas, who was usually very gentle, jumped up like a seal seeing a penguin.

   "That's not something you should care about! Mr. Captain, now tell your people to return to the nearest port—no, return to Anle Island due east."

  Dong Wen was stunned.

   "Mr. Chalas?"

   It seemed that he realized that his tone was wrong, and the voice of calm breathing came from the other end of the phone.

   "Sorry... I lost my composure, and a formal order will be issued through the command system later. You can go back to the bridge first and let your subordinates prepare."

   Pause for a moment, and a sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"It's terrible... A water pipe made the group of people crawling around betray their original beliefs. They didn't realize that they were actively putting a rope around their necks and had just lived free for two days. I'm rushing to sell myself for a good price."

   "Mr. Chalas," Dong Wen asked, frowning, "maybe this is not the question I should ask, but...does this have anything to do with selling yourself for a good price?"

  Charas snorted.

   "Aren't they working on this? We just got rid of the rope around our necks in Vault 70, and now they're picking up the rope from Vault 404—"

   "So I want to know, what is the rope you have been talking about?" Dong Wen couldn't help asking, "Can you use a more specific term? Instead of an abstract metaphor."

  The other end of the phone paused for a few seconds, and then there was a light cough.

"We've strayed too far... In short, friends in Haiya Province don't want us to get too close to the alliance. Those lunatics are not a good thing, but we need to use their power to solve our problems for the time being. In short, that Plumbing is a nuisance...if only someone could fix it, every citizen of the Commonwealth would be grateful."

  Hearing the expectation in that voice, Dong Wen took a deep breath, kept himself calm, and spoke carefully.

   "Mr. Chalas, if it's other concerns, I can settle them for you, including shutting up those who should shut up, and making those who should disappear disappear, but this matter... is too much."

   Paused, he continued.

   "It's a pity that I can't solve your troubles. Maybe you should solve this trouble through more legal and compliant channels. I suggest you talk to Mr. President."

  Charles said sadly.

   "That's too slow! And the inhabitants of the roundabout won't understand us."

  Dong Wen said immediately.

   "Then it's better to slow down... There is nothing wrong with being cautious about this kind of thing."

  The reason why he hates the guys in Vault 70 is because those guys are arrogant and self-willed. They are never willing to put down their bodies and communicate with the survivors outside the shelter. Once they can't explain clearly, they use their blue coats as a shield.

  At this moment, he suddenly realized that he almost became the person he hated the most.

  The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and after a while, there was a soft sigh like giving up.

   "You're right... There's nothing wrong with slowing down. It's because I didn't think carefully. Please forget what I just said."

  Dong Wen nodded, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Perhaps Mr. Chalas realized this as well as himself.

  He has no doubt that the gentleman made the decision out of the interests of the Federation, but just like other captains are occasionally too aggressive, why isn't this chief of staff?

   He will still support him as always...

  After hanging up the phone, Dong Wen returned to the bridge.

  At this time, the adjutant came and gave a military salute.

   "...The Navy Command sent a message just now, let us go to the port of Anle Island due east to rest."

  Dong Wen, who had heard about it from private channels, nodded, and went straight to the bridge console and stopped.

  However, just when he was about to give the order to turn around and head east, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at the officer beside him and ordered.

   "Go west for eighty kilometers!"

   All the officers had expressions of surprise on their faces, especially the adjutant who had just conveyed the news from the headquarters to him.

   "But..." With a hesitant look on his face, the adjutant stepped forward to remind him, but was interrupted by a raised hand.

   "The command didn't ask us to turn around."

   Staring at the turbulent sea, Dong Wen reached out and gently supported the hat on his head, and said slowly.

   "A little detour, I didn't say no."

  …

  On a clear blue sky.

   Feng Qing, who was driving the seaplane, circled the sea and was about to turn around, when he suddenly saw a warship approaching due east.

  A look of surprise floated on her face, she wiped her hand with chocolate sauce on her clothes, and reached out to press the onboard radio switch.

   "Here is Fengqing. I found a federal warship, which should be a destroyer... heading towards the little crabs of the Jungle Corps."

   "Not sure if it's hostile, haven't fired at me just yet... Ah, it looks like they're trying to call me on the radio... Answer?"

  The voice of Brother Mosquito came from the communication channel soon.

   "Accept! Why don't you answer! Ask what these dogecoins are here for!"

  Hearing the tone of "it seems like there is still a lot of ammunition", Feng Qing made a helpless expression, stepped on the rudder with his left foot, adjusted the course, and moved towards the direction of the destroyer.

"receive."

  (end of this chapter)