This Game is Too Real

   I have to say that the one who understands the Willanters best is the Willanters themselves.

  Vanus, who used to be the "head" of the Eastern Legion, knew the temper of those high-level people very well.

   Seeing that the position of Broken Edge Mountain could not be attacked for a long time, Lium, who was sitting on the bridge, couldn't sit still, and cursed in a low voice.

   "What is that fellow Modlin dawdling about!"

  The 2,000th team had already entered the cave for a long time, but they still failed to take that position after fighting for a long time.

  The wounded were carried out continuously, and then filled in again. In the blink of an eye, the entire thousand-man team was rotated over and over again, and even the purge team attached to the thousand-man team was almost wiped out!

   Seeing such a situation, Lium couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

  Although it is unbelievable to say so, he always feels that these mutants are like letting them in on purpose...

   I really saw the devil.

   Is this an idea that those guys with muscles and brains can come up with?

  However, even realizing that there might be something wrong with this group of mutants, it is impossible to expect him to order a retreat.

   If this is withdrawn, what he said earlier will not be shooting himself in the foot?

  Thinking of the previous phone call, Lium's face turned red.

  He seemed to have seen the mockery on the faces of those idiots in Ideal City.

  Even if it is for the glory of the Willant people, he must not retreat!

   Clenched teeth made a creaking sound, actually biting the wooden stick into two pieces.

  Lium slammed his right fist on the armrest of the chair, looked at the adjutant at the side and gritted his teeth and ordered.

   "Notify General Modlin! Use the 1,000th team on Black Cloud Mountain if necessary!"

   "I allow him to use two thousand-man troops! No matter what method he uses and what price he pays, he must take that mountain to me tonight!"

  …

  At the same time, the Black Cloud Mountain was full of people, shouting loudly.

  Wearing a matte gray steel helmet on his head and jet-black bulletproof armor on his body, a group of heavily armed soldiers walked shoulder to shoulder, stepped out of the trenches and artillery holes like a rainbow, and rushed down the mountain like a torrent.

  They are all soldiers of the 1,000th team, and they were dispatched to the front line tonight to replace the 2,000th team that was originally stationed in this position.

  In fact, it was in the name of rotation that Lium was able to release the attacking troops from the position without telling the truth of the friendly forces, and carried out the offensive tonight.

   But now, the strength of a thousand-man team seems not enough to crack this tough nut, and this is something that no one expected.

  Seeing that the front-line offensive troops were in danger, General Modlin could only push up the defensive troops on the position, leaving only two centurions to defend.

  However, for these militant boys, they don't have the slightest sense of crisis.

  Seeing the friendly troops fighting the enemy bravely on the front line, they were already eager to try on the mountain, eager to rush up immediately to teach those mutants a profound lesson.

  Crossing the rugged mountain road, it didn't take long for a group of people to touch the front line of the battlefield.

  A centurion strode up to the leading centurion and shouted loudly in a rough voice.

   "The brothers of the 2000th team have encountered a little trouble, and now we are going to solve this trouble for them!"

   "For the glory of the Willante!"

   "For the glory of Triumph City!"

   "For His Majesty the Marshal!"

   "Rush up with me! Squeeze those disgusting and dirty bedbugs to death! Everyone behind you will witness your bravery!"

   Pairs of pupils were burning with ecstasy, and every soldier wearing a steel helmet burst out with passionate roars.

"kill!!"

   Amidst the majestic shouts of killing, a whole centurion rushed towards the mountain like a rainbow.

   At the same time, dozens of stretchers passed by them and were hastily carried down along the rugged mountain road.

   But no one cares.

  Their only thought at the moment is to press those green guys to death in the cave!

   Just when the Weilante people were killing their red eyes, the corporate headquarters monitoring the battlefield through drones finally discovered the problem——

  There seems to be something wrong with the troops put into the battlefield by this group of Weilantes.

   Staring at the holographic screen, Yun Song's face sank like water, he was startled suddenly, and said.

   "They mobilized the defense forces on the mountain!"

  The adjutant standing next to Lin Shangwen in the command center in an uproar widened his eyes even more.

   "Is that Lium crazy?!"

   "When will those lunatics live normally..." Squeezing out the words between his teeth, Lin Shangwen looked at him with a dark face, "Contact the manager of the alliance!"

"yes!"

  The adjutant nodded quickly, and was about to instruct the correspondent, but saw that the communication request from the Iron Heart had already popped up on the screen.

   Without hesitation, Lin Shangwen immediately ordered to connect.

   After a short delay, the azure blue powered armor appeared in the middle of the screen.

  The set of armor code-named "Order" is just like Order itself, just looking at it can't help but feel a sense of peace in my heart.

  However, Yun Song felt that compared with the heavy power armor, that majestic yet friendly face gave him more confidence and sense of security.

   This is an indescribable intuition, from that person's eyes he can see the shadow of the new era.

  As early as the first meeting, he had this feeling...

  The command room subconsciously fell silent.

  Looking at Mr. Lin on the opposite side of the video window, Chu Guang said in a very soft voice.

   "During the few days I was away, you guys were a little too aggressive."

  Hearing a trace of displeasure hidden in that sentence, Lin Shangwen also felt a little embarrassed, and said with a dry cough.

   “…Let’s think about how to solve the problem first.”

   Many of the conflicts within the coalition forces are problems left over from history, which cannot be resolved in a short while.

  Obviously he also knew this, Chu Guang nodded, without asking too much responsibility for what happened tonight, and went straight to the point.

   "I need you to send a cloudfly attack formation to go around the west side of Black Cloud Mountain and stand by."

  Lin Shangwen frowned slightly.

   "Should you cover the retreat of the group of Weilantes?"

  Chu Guang shook his head.

   "It may be difficult to expect them to retreat, but we cannot lose the position of Heiyun Mountain."

  Lin Shangwen hesitated a little, looked at him with a hint of disbelief in his eyes and asked.

   "You mean the mutants might fight back?"

  "Why not? They can even lure the enemy into the depths. I have reason to suspect that what the torch taught them is not only biological technology, but also communication technology and some command skills."

   After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

  "Since we can't save them, we must at least make their sacrifices worthwhile."

  Lin Shangwen's expression gradually became dignified, and he said seriously.

   "I see, the cloudfly attack formation will set off within half an hour."

   Chu Guang nodded, and said simply.

   "Well, try to hurry up."

  …

   At the same time, in another world, the player exchange section of the "Wasteland OL" official website forum is full of excitement.

   This is the case in every major war.

   Shaking people in the group is not enough. In order to completely cover the information, the head of the corps usually goes to the forum to shout.

  Spring Water Commander: "All @stormcorps, come to work! Brothers!"

   Kakarot: "Got it!"

  Ghostbusters on the grave: "Take it!"

  I am the darkest: "Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "MMP! Envious! T.T"

   Quit smoking: "Hahaha! I feel sorry for the battlefield guy!"

  Irena: "Why do you feel sorry for him, the old man is watching too closely. (Funny

  Battle atmosphere group: "??? What the hell?"

   Quit smoking: "...Hey, I was sloppy."

   "..."

  Following Brother Quanshui yelled so loudly, the players of the Storm Corps put on their helmets and returned to the line, and assembled towards their respective battle positions according to the pre-established plan.

   Just when the Alliance and the Enterprise were ready to put out the fire, the battle between the Rock Ax Clan and the 310,000th team, two thousand-man teams, was drawing to a close.

  The commander of the 2000th Corps was wounded in the battle. Fortunately, the pro-guards rescued him desperately and was brought back from the front line.

  The "clearance" team composed of 120 was cut off from the rear when they were fighting for the tunnel, and they were almost wiped out after bravely breaking through. As for the remaining ten Centuries, more than half of them had suffered casualties, and they were on the verge of collapsing under the violent counterattack of the mutants.

  Even if the 1,000th team stepped forward in time, it failed to reverse the tide of the battle.

  The tunnels are like a maze. There are several forks in each road.

  Although those mutants are not smart, they dug the tunnels by themselves, and there are marks on them that only they can understand.

   Besides that, there are those short goblins.

  Not only can they get out of dog holes that are less than the size of watermelons, but they can also use the knives and wooden sticks in their hands to stab the **** of those unsuspecting Willant people.

  Although the Legion offered a big killer such as a flamethrower, as the battle line advanced into the depths of the tunnel, this thing did not work as well as expected.

   Often the flames that spewed out did not burn the opposite side to death, but consumed the oxygen in the entire pit, and the position that was finally established had to be withdrawn.

  The situation of the battle has gradually turned from being evenly matched at the beginning to the decline of the Willant people.

  In a narrow tunnel, the walls on both sides are full of bullet holes.

  A Villant team was relying on the raised rocks on both sides, barely acting as a cover, and engaged in a fierce firefight with the green-skinned mutants on the opposite side of the tunnel.

  Empty the whole magazine, and finally killed a mindless zombie mutant. Damon, whose helmet was covered in plasma, was shocked and angry, and cursed while changing the magazine.

   "Damn... How many animals are there?! Did they bury a team of ten thousand people in the mountains!"

  The entire tunnel echoed with violent gunshots, and he could only speak with a roar.

   "I think it might be—damn!"

  The ten captain who fell on the ground barely got up with the support of his teammates, took a grenade from the breastplate and stuffed it into Damon's hand.

   "Use white phosphorous bombs!"

  Facing the kind of guy who won't die if his head is blown off, this is the best thing to do.

  The glaring white light can not only interfere with the vision of the group of mutants, but also the scorching fire and pungent smoke can stop their attack, thus buying them a moment to breathe.

  Damon took the grenade without hesitation, bit the ring with his teeth and threw it deep into the tunnel.

  A dazzling white light flickered, followed by painful roars and wailings from the depths of the darkness.

  Hearing the howling sound, everyone was immediately refreshed, and the ten commander clenched his fists even more excitedly.

"pretty!"

   "This f*ck burned at least two or three—"

  However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and suddenly a lump of green stuff flew out from the depths of the pit.

   That's a goblin.

   To be precise, it was thrown over, and the swollen stomach seemed to be stuffed with something.

   It staggered up from the ground in a disheveled state, its bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and fear, screaming and rushed towards the group of people.

  A harbinger of crisis suddenly crept into his heart, and Damon rushed forward almost without hesitation, while roaring loudly.

   "Lie down!"

  The moment he pressed the goblin with his body and cut its throat with his dagger, the roar of the explosion resounded from the tunnel, making everyone dizzy and deaf.

   No one knows what the charge of that bomb is.

   But even black powder is dangerous enough in this narrow tunnel.

  Daimon, who was lying on the self-explosive goblin, let out a muffled snort, his breastplate was shattered and embedded in his body. Under the flickering of the flames, the 1.8-meter-long man was pushed up by the shock wave of the explosion, and then fell down heavily.

   "Damon!!"

  Looking at the unconscious comrade-in-arms, the commander's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he let out a roar.

  An assaulter threw himself in front of him, with a trembling index finger under his teammate's nose, his face changed suddenly.

   "Not breathing!"

  With no time to hesitate, the ten commander restrained the anger in his chest and shouted loudly.

   "Peter! Bench! Hold the hole! Medic! Get the **** out of here!"

"...Yes!" The assaulter who jumped next to Damon clenched his teeth, walked away from Damon, got up and went to the side of the bunker, and alternately fired with another teammate into the depths of the pit, and the chest All the anger was vented on the flames that burst out of the gun.

  The medical soldiers accompanying the team crawled to the side of Damon quickly, and turned him over with great effort.

  However, the moment he saw Damon's chest, his entire face lost all color in an instant.

Hopeless…

  Shards of the breastplate were at least half lodged in his body.

  The intestines were twisted into a **** mess, so that he couldn't even tell which was Daemon's and which was the goblin's.

  However, he stretched out his trembling index finger and pulled off the bandage hanging around his waist. While muttering tremblingly, he bandaged his breathless teammates.

   It's like saying a meaningless prayer.

  Seeing the firepower pouring in from the depths of the tunnel getting more and more fierce, the people in the tunnel no longer had the high morale and fighting will that they had when they went down the mountain.

  Seeing the continuous casualties of his teammates and the lack of reinforcements from the rear, the ten commander almost gritted his teeth.

   Can't wait any longer!

   Ready to be punished by the officer, he shouted at his teammates in front of him.

   "Seal the hole with incendiary bombs!"

   "We need to get the **** out of here—!"

  As soon as his voice fell, an explosion from the other side of the tunnel sent the two soldiers guarding the entrance of the cave flying out.

  Barely standing still while leaning on the wall, he grabbed the rifle that fell on the ground and looked forward, but his pupils suddenly constricted.

  I saw a mutant with a steel plate welded on his body standing in the middle of the tunnel, his face was covered with distorted flesh, half of which was covered with scars, and half of it was newly grown new flesh, showing a horrific grin at him...

  The fierce battle is still going on.

  Every Willant who was trapped in the cave tried his best, but still failed to contain the continuous casualties.

  Objectively speaking, they are indeed able to play more than ordinary people.

   But standing in front of them at this moment are mutants.

  In terms of technology, the opposite side is no less than them...

  On board the Allegiance airship.

   There was a fine layer of sweat on Lium's forehead, and the expression on his face was no longer as smooth as before, and the gloomy brows were full of embarrassment.

   Just now, General Modlin reported to him the situation on the front line and made a request to retreat.

  Although there were ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Lium knew very well that if he continued to fight, it would only increase casualties, and he had no chance of winning, so he could only gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat, asking General Modlin to bring them back.

   However, the matter did not end there.

  The group of mutants didn't intend to let go of his subordinates, so they chased after the two thousand-man teams.

  Looking at the picture on the holographic screen, the adjutant standing next to General Leum said solemnly.

   "...The group of mutants probably didn't plan to retreat. They probably wanted to take advantage of our retreat and kill them directly on the Black Cloud Mountain!"

   "I know," Lium asked the adjutant angrily, "Where is the nearest army to Black Cloud Mountain?"

"On Fushan... the Alliance's Death Corps is stationed there," the adjutant said after a pause, "For us, the closest one is at the Weifu military base... the mountain road is more than ten miles away, and it's another one or two kilometers away. I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up with the altitude."

  If you want to keep the position of Heiyun Mountain, there seems to be only one way left.

  Lium felt his heart was bleeding.

   Unless it is a last resort, he is absolutely unwilling to ask the friendly army for help.

  However, it is easier to accept asking for help from an alliance than asking for help from a company.

  Weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he ordered.

   "Contact the Alliance Commander!"

"yes!"

  As soon as the adjutant's voice fell, the radar operator in the bridge suddenly spoke.

   "Report! The Heart of Steel has appeared on our radar! It is about 80 kilometers away from us!"

  Hearing the name Heart of Steel, Lium frowned violently, gritted his teeth and said again.

   "... contact the Heart of Steel directly!"

  The adjutant smiled wryly and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

  …

  On the mountain road between Heiyun Mountain and Broken Blade Mountain, the strong man carrying the camera clicked his tongue in surprise.

   "The mutants on this mountain have something..."

   No wonder he couldn't get involved in life and death. After a long time, it turned out that it wasn't his problem.

   Squatting on the stone pier not far from him, rubbing his paws rubbish-picking level 99 like a gargoyle, his amber pupils shone with excitement.

   "Hurry up and bleed like a river!"

  When he hit Fushan, he hadn't had a good time yet, and this time he won't make the same mistake again.

   "It looks like it's coming soon," I wanted to stand quietly by the side, holding up the binoculars in my hand, and muttered in thought, "...Good guy, the Willanters were actually repulsed by them?"

not only that.

   The mutants hiding in the tunnel even chased them out in batches, howling and rushing towards the Villante retreating down the mountain.

   And those short goblins took out the machine guns and short cannons hidden in the cave, and greeted them down the mountain.

   One after another tracer lights poured down like raindrops, hitting the Willanters down the mountain so hard that they couldn't raise their heads.

  The Heart of Iron in the distance can only look anxiously.

  The ballistic spread of indirect fire is too large, so firing at such a close range can easily send away allied forces.

Seeing that the two teams of thousands of people were in danger, those mutants were about to take advantage of the situation to attack the Black Cloud Mountain on the north side. Six Yunfly flappers suddenly came out of the night, and the rockets hanging on both sides pointed towards the mountainside. There was a round of strafing from the machine gun positions above.

  The orthopter flew out suddenly, and General Modlin standing on the position of Heiyun Mountain showed surprise.

  The adjutant squatting next to him exclaimed in disbelief.

   "Enterprise?!"

   These guys will support them?

  The "Beastmaster" standing on the top of Broken Blade Mountain also shrank his pupils, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Based on his understanding of the various forces in the coalition forces, it is absolutely impossible for those guys to truly unite together. Even if they are forcibly tied to a chariot, they will be wary of each other and put their own careful thoughts in their hearts. pocket.

Therefore, when the Legion launched a surprise attack at the beginning, he guessed its intentions roughly, so he made a plan to ask Oron to put the group of Weilantes into the cave, creating the illusion that the position of Broken Blade Mountain was easy to take, and tempted The legion also pushed the garrison on Heiyun Mountain to the front line.

   So far, this program has been very successful.

   If there is no accident, give him two hours at most, and he will be able to wipe out the two thousand-man teams of the Willant people at the foot of the mountain.

  However, he never expected that at this juncture, the company would intervene.

  In his original idea, even if the enterprise found that the frontline battle situation was tight, it would definitely not send reinforcements to the legion.

   After all, the Willanters did not act according to the plan and intended to grab the results first.

   They can just take this opportunity to make the Willant people suffer a bit, and there is no need to take advantage of those guys.

  Looking at the sparks blooming on the mountainside, the Beastmaster frowned and thought for a long time. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he looked up at the night sky in the north, his eyes narrowed slightly.

   "...Is that guy coming?"

   He whispered in his mouth, and the transparent figure gradually disappeared into the night wind.

   At the same time, the two thousand-man teams that were in danger finally got a chance to breathe with the killing of six Yunfly oropters and dozens of rockets.

Looking at the burning mess beside him, a goblin artilleryman screamed and yelled, urging the minions beside him to reload the ammunition, aiming the caliper at one of the flapping things, and then slammed He pulled the gun rope.

  A flash of orange flame rushed towards it, but it didn't even touch the shadow of the orthopter.

   After completing the evasive maneuver, the Yunfly oropter did not pause at all, the cannon hanging under the nose swung cleanly, and then a shuttle cannon swept over.

  The rain of orange-yellow bullets swept over like a storm, and instantly tore the artillery emplacement hidden behind the bunker, including the people with the cannon, and even the bunker next to it to pieces!

"pretty!"

  The Willant man lying behind the bunker at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but shouted into the night sky above his head, but soon remembered that he was from the company, so he swallowed back the cheers that reached his lips.

  The same is true for Modlin who is on the Black Cloud Mountain, looking at the few Yunflies who have rescued them with a complicated expression.

   Fortunately, the two thousand-man teams under his command were able to withdraw to rest and wait for the rear to make up, so that they would not end up being wiped out.

  However, when he thought that it was the company that saved them, he couldn't be happier...

   At this moment, on Fushan Mountain behind Heiyun Mountain, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons had already assembled and marched over in batches.

  Looking at the guy who passed through his position without saying hello, Maudlin was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help shouting and asking.

   "Which army do you belong to?"

   Someone answered him.

   "Storm Corps!"

   Stormtroopers?

  Maudlin froze for a moment.

  He seems to have heard of this name vaguely, but he can't remember it.

  The adjutant standing next to him changed his face, remembering the few battles he participated in in Luoxia Province when he served in the expeditionary force last year.

   At that time, a group of guys chased after them and drove them for hundreds of miles in the desert...

  There is a legion among them, it seems to be called the Stormtroopers?

   Just when all the Weilant officers were surprised, this highly motivated army had already reached the front line.

  A man wearing a heavy exoskeleton stood in the back row of the team, carrying a huge gun barrel on his back, firing continuously at the front position, pouring heavy mortar shells one after another.

  There seemed to be some kind of special shield around him, even in the face of the concentrated fire of the mutants on the mountain, he was unscathed, and he even had the strength to shout through the horn.

"Bros-!"

   "Open your eyes to these big-nosed people who were scared and peed their pants! Let them see what a real fighting race is!"

   "Dedicate the victory to our managers!"

  Inspired by that roar, various and excited shouts broke out on the battlefield, and there were people who shouted anything.

   "Crush them!"

   "Awwhhh!"

  The voices mixed together, causing the panting mutants on the mountainside to feel a chill in their hearts.

  Intuition tells them.

   This group of guys who don’t look special may be more difficult than all the humans they have encountered before combined...

  (end of this chapter)