This Game Is Too Realistic

At the east gate of the Wetland Park, where No. 76 Street connects with the remains of the viaduct, gunfire and explosions are heard.

The group of paddlers who first entered the edge of 76th Street were ambushed by the mutant team before they could go any further.

The two people walking at the front were shot into hedgehogs on the spot, and the remaining eight people scattered and retreated, hiding behind the bunker and taking out their weapons to fight back.

Hearing the gunfire from the front, the cattle and horse team coming out of the park followed closely behind and immediately rushed to support.

However, the mutant ambushers apparently also discovered them, and soon several cold arrows flew towards them.

Fang Chang, who was hit by an arrow in the stomach, was dragged behind the bunker by Lao Bai.

"Gan! If I bring a mechanical compound bow, I won't shoot these bastards to death!"

Fang Chang cursed and stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could touch the arrow shaft, Lao Bai slapped his hand away.

"What are you doing?"

Lao Bai said with a serious face.

"I just saw those mutant arrows. They all have hooks. If you insist on pulling them out, be careful to take out the intestines!"

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Fang Chang took a shaky breath.

Although it doesn't hurt, it sounds scary.

Crouching behind the bunker next to him, the canyon-escaping mole lit the Molotov cocktail, handed it to the strength player next to him, and pointed in a direction for him to throw it out.

The Molotov cocktail drew a beautiful parabola, crossing the friendly defense line and landing on the mutant position. Burning wood tar spread everywhere, turning the remains of the abandoned car into a ball of fire, forcing the mutants behind to leave the bunker.

The friendly forces in front immediately seized the opportunity and opened fire. At least a dozen rounds of bullets were poured out, severely crippling the mutants who left the bunker.

However, just being severely disabled is useless.

The injured mutants were quickly dragged into the storefront on one side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green-skinned muscular men would solidify and scab at an incredible speed, and within a short time they would be standing in front of them alive again.

The only one in the Niuma team who carries a gun is Ye Shi. After a period of training, his shooting experience is much better than when he first touched the gun, but it is still not easy to hit the target from a distance of two to three hundred meters. Easy things.

Especially the cold arrows thrown from the opposite side caused him a lot of trouble.

He dodged several arrows with his high-perception instinct, almost grazing his ears and making him jump with fear.

If you are not careful, you will go back to the forum directly.

"Damn it! I've never fought such a disgusting opponent!" Looking at the predator who was shot and still acting like nothing happened, Ye Shi, who was finally hit, started to curse angrily.

The last Molotov cocktail was used up, and Brother Mole shouted at the top of his lungs.

"We don't even have guns, let's withdraw!"

These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for moths, but now they are all used on mutants.

Hearing that the teammates behind him were planning to withdraw, the paddler who was dragged along the edge suddenly panicked and shouted to the back.

"Gan! Don't abandon us!"

Fang Chang, who was lying next to Lao Bai after being hit by an arrow, cursed.

"Then why the hell did you give me a gun! We went to get a job, and we didn't even bring a gun!"

The mole is running away in the canyon: "Where are the mosquitoes?! How long do you have to prepare!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

Finally picking up his box from the corpse of his teammate, Mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the "Tempest Version 0.5 Individual Soldier Special" contained inside.

Without enough time to introduce his equipment, Mosquito lit the fuse, put the thigh-thick rocket launcher on his shoulder, aimed at the mutant closest to him, and shouted stubbornly at the top of his voice.

"Waste Al!"

The tail flame and white smoke from the rocket filled his mouth, and a huge fist hit the abandoned bus fifty meters away, and then exploded into a ball of orange-red fire.

Having said that, this power is quite amazing!

Especially after learning the lesson of killing chickens at midnight, this time the mosquito replaced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead and increased the charge.

Although it did not directly hit the target he was aiming at, the flames that rolled up directly swallowed a mutant, burning him so loudly that he screamed and rolled in the snow, and was killed by the players in the front row. Randomly robbed and beaten to death.

Fang Chang, the OB who was hiding behind the bunker, took a look at the situation on the other side and said with a frown.

"There are at least 10 more on the other side!"

Lao Bai: "Why do I feel like there are at least 20 of them!"

Fang Chang: "It's impossible to have 20. If there were that many, they wouldn't have been shooting at us. They would have killed the group in front of us!"

Precisely because there is no advantage in numbers, the style of play is relatively cumbersome, Fang Chang judged it this way.

However, even so, the situation is far from optimistic.

There are 9 people in the Ox Horse Team, and the equipment they carry are all "anti-moth weapons", which are of no use against mutants.

The 10 people on the edge of the water all carried guns, but they were caught off guard from the beginning. Now only 5 people are still holding on to their positions, and the rest are either dead or injured, and they are still seriously injured enough to lose their combat effectiveness.

Players have a strong will and will not stop fighting as long as they can still move their hands. However, the gap caused by realistic factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.

They weren't dealing with one or two mutants.

But an entire mutant ambush team!

This team has probably been ambushing here for a while, waiting for them to enter the ambush circle and give them a head-on attack.

The greenhouse team behind was in a dilemma.

Both Fang Chang and Mole knew that it would be doomed if the stalemate continued like this.

But if you let go of the teammates in front and retreat, those mutants will definitely charge without any scruples and eat up all the friendly forces in front.

The ammunition was almost running out, and with a sudden thought, he took off his VM, stuffed it into a fur satchel, and threw it towards Fang Chang and his group behind him.

"Take my VM back! Escape quickly!"

Ye Shi reached out and picked up the satchel, looked at the man in front of him who was attaching a bayonet to the rifle, and said in surprise.

"Fuck, brother, are you crazy?! Fighting with mutants on the bayonet?!"

Brother Bian Bian looked at the gun he just bought with a tragic face, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Let's go! Leave me alone!"

Ye Shi said in confusion.

"No, I mean you throw the gun over too!"

A gun costs hundreds of silver coins, which is much more valuable than a VM with 40 silver coins.

Edge stroke: "!"

As if sensing that the firepower of the creatures in front of them had weakened, the mutants began to move forward eagerly, preparing to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

Just when Brother Bian was cursing and preparing to throw the gun over, there was sudden movement from the direction of the Wetland Park.

Familiar figures came out of the jungle one after another.

OB's Fang Chang, who was leaning behind the bunker, had a light of hope in his eyes and shouted at the top of his voice to the friendly troops in front.

"Reinforcements!"

"Our reinforcements are coming!"

Almost at the same time as he shouted, intensive gunshots, accompanied by overwhelming cries of killing, came from the jungle.

"Kill!"

"For the Alliance!"

"For His Majesty the Administrator!"

The passionate battle cry made people's blood boil. Although almost every player yelled different slogans, this group of stragglers shouted out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

The fearless mutant seemed to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

However, they did not turn around and flee like the predators. Instead, the charge aroused the savagery and cruelty in their veins. They roared and threw down their bows and arrows and javelins, pulled out their pitted battle axes and clubs wrapped with wires, and headed towards The players rushed towards him.

These lambs waiting to be slaughtered dare to fight with me!

The two parties quickly collided with each other and started a hand-to-hand fight. The player at the front was thrown away with a stick, but soon more players came forward with spears, poking the mutant at the front into a hedgehog.

Before charging, they threw away their VMs and completely shed Akito's reserve and disguise.

Everyone is ready to sacrifice. Even if they face monsters that are more than ten levels stronger than themselves, no one is afraid.

It’s okay to be timid in reality.

You are already in the game, why are you still afraid of a chicken?

Three days later, another hero!

Both sides were furious, and the scene was extremely bloody for a while!

It was probably the first time for those mutants to see such brave humans. Instead of turning around and fleeing when they got in their faces, they fought with them back and forth.

"Roar!!!"

Angrily waving the stick in his hand, an "elite" who was obviously taller than the other mutants used his muscular arms to block the ax that was hitting him. Then he swung the club and knocked the man carrying the ax away. It flew out.

It's like playing baseball!

"Come on! You ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!"

Damn it, it’s really coming!

Shaking off the red and white sticks, the mutant elite looked angrily at the surrounding humans who ignored him and screamed at them.

This is the first time!

At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the crowd opposite.

The man's chest armor was shiny, and his whole body was covered with steel plates. He held an absurdly large war hammer in both hands, and stepped towards him with steady and firm steps.

Sensing a dangerous aura from the man, the mutant elite lowered his figure slightly and tightened his grip on the mallet in his hand.

"Roar!"

Roaring again, he used both feet to exert force, brandishing the club and rushing toward the target armed with iron cans.

"I'm going to smash your skull!!"

Chu Guang didn't panic at all, he picked up the hammer in his hand and hit the mutant.

With 16 points of strength, coupled with the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even an ordinary hammer is enough to break down a wall.

Not to mention, there is a layer of high-pressure nitrogen attached to the hammer surface!

"goodbye."

The collision of flesh and blood and technology!

The nitrogen armor that was almost compressed into a solid exploded instantly. Before the mutant elite could recover what was happening, it was blown away, and the club and arms were shattered into pieces!

Falling next to a trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant elite who was alive and kicking a second ago was on his deathbed.

That hammer not only shattered his arm, but also his internal organs were shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.

“Managers are awesome!”

"Come on!"

"The head is mine!"

Seeing the elite monsters being KOed by the NPC, the players wielding spears and axes excitedly rushed forward to hit the target, as if they were in high spirits.

Holding the hammer to steady his body, Chu Guang glanced at his dying opponent expressionlessly, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

At that moment of hand-to-hand combat, the power he felt from his wrist and tiger's mouth was obviously greater than that of a "bear"!

I didn't expect that a slightly larger elite monster could have such strength!

Coupled with that abnormal resilience, no wonder his little players are having such a hard time!

After beheading the mutant elites, Chu Guang did not stop, and continued to look for enemies with his hammer in hand, specifically picking out those who were alone.

Ordinary bows and arrows and stones were like scratching his breastplate, leaving no scratches. Hitting with blunt objects is a problem, but under the cover of the player, almost no mutant can touch him. He is the one who uses the hammer to hit people.

After blasting away the third mutant, the last mutant was also surrounded by players. He was stabbed into a hedgehog by spears and javelins, and his head was chopped off by an axe.

The encounter that broke out at the 76th Street entrance ended with the victory of Vault 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and no one surrendered.

After the battle, Chu Guang asked Xiao Qi to use a drone to count the casualties.

The total number of players participating in the battle is 101, 15 died and 6 were injured.

There were 11 mutants participating in the battle, and 11 died.

After picking up the VM that had been thrown on the ground, the players received the battle report from the administrator, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"I relied on 101 men to besiege 11, but 4 more people died than the opponent!"

"Be content. According to the official website data, the level of mutants is at least level 20. I feel like it's more than that! Last time ten people besieged one, one of them was killed and one was injured. This time they were ambushed and they were able to wipe out all the opponents. Anyway, I’m satisfied.”

"It's too early to rush. You should cum for a while before rushing."

"It's meaningless. Everyone on the opposite side is a tank. They have thick health, high defense, and strong recovery. It's like wearing a Overlord. Even if you use up all the bullets and then charge, I don't think the difference is big. On the contrary, Maybe all the teammates in front were killed, and the battle losses were even higher."

"These greenskins were too fierce. My ax was directly knocked out."

"What are you talking about? The guy we were besieging had three javelins stuck in his body, and he was still beating us with a mallet. Later, we killed him with a headshot at close range!"

"Is it reasonable not to sharpen it?"

"Speaking of which, why didn't the Roshan giant steamed buns get served?"

"The newcomers this year are too timid. I suggest recruiting more CF players next year."

There was an arrow stuck in his arm, and Lao Bai, who was covered in blood, limped over with a javelin in one hand and a curled knife in the other.

Although he was seriously injured, his face was full of excitement.

It's much more fun to fight these mutants than to chase the predators!

Sure enough, this is called war.

Chasing after a bully who is afraid of the strong can only be called massacre.

"Master Manager, do we want to take advantage of the victory and pursue it?"

Chu Guang glanced at the injuries on his body and said lightly.

"Your injuries are serious. Continuing to fight can easily cause irreversible damage. I don't want to see anyone die from serious injuries again."

"Take your teammates and go back to the training cabin to rest."

It is unrealistic to pursue a victory.

These mutants did not rush into the forest to attack, but chose to ambush at the entrance of 76th Street, which shows that they are not as brainless as they appear on the surface.

Not only were they proficient in the art of guerrilla warfare, they were also very cautious.

The reason why no reinforcements are coming at this moment is probably because there is no spare capacity for reinforcements. It is most likely that they are deliberately showing weakness and spreading their manpower around to set up ambushes.

If he led others to rush forward, it would definitely be another round of brutal meat grinder.

Why bother?

Three days is enough to kill you, even grinding can grind you to death.

Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang smiled, turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby players to pack up the corpses, equipment and trophies on the ground and return to the outpost.

Several caravans were filled with corpses, and the smell of blood could be smelled from a distance.

Looking at the bodies on the caravan, the nomads gathered at the east gate had expressions of surprise and fear on their faces.

Of course, what surprised them the most was the expressions on the faces of the blue coats around the caravan.

Many people had minor or serious injuries, and some were simply covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it belonged to the enemy or their own.

However, everyone had a nonchalant expression on their faces. They were even talking and laughing while carrying their weapons, chatting and laughing with their comrades next to them.

These people seem to know nothing about fear and regard death as a floating cloud.

Just like the god of war under the ancestors!

Many unmatched tribal girls not only looked red in the face, but also had wet eyes.

As the leader of the tribe, Wu Tieaxe rushed towards the triumphant Chu Guang, looked at the blood on his armor, and asked carefully.

"Sir, are you injured?"

"The blood of the enemy."

He wiped it casually, but it couldn't be wiped off. Chu Guang didn't bother to care anymore, and looked at Wu Tieaxe and continued.

"There is a tribe of mutants on Street 76. They number at least 30 people. The exact number is unknown. Keep your people away from there."

"Also, if there is any movement, report it to me immediately."

"Remember not to go into battle without authorization!"

Hearing that the opponent was actually a mutant, Wu Tiaxu was shocked when he saw the blood on Chu Guang's breastplate.

He clasped his hands into fists and respectfully accepted the order.

"As you command!"

My schedule has been a bit unstable these days, so I'll try my best to adjust it. If I can post it at ten o'clock, I'll try my best to post it at ten o'clock! :з」