This Game Is Too Realistic

"Team A, follow me! B and C will take a detour on the flanks! Keep an eye on their respective targets. Even if there is only one dive, I will throw the bomb down before I die!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Come on!"

After shouting out the final order, Mosquito unlocked the microphone permissions of all the team members, and the communication channel was instantly filled with the excited shouts of the players.

"Ouch!"

Fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft tilted their fuselages, and the three teams divided into three directions and began to dive towards the ground.

10 machine guns sprayed out tongues of flame.

The propeller planes flashing with gunfire were like lancers descending from the sky, raining death from the sky.

Caught off guard by the rain of bullets, the looters who followed the tank's charge took cover one after another and fled towards the woods ahead as if lifeless.

At the same time, the tank commander who led the fourth and fifth echelons forward shouted in an almost crazy voice.

"Forward! Full speed forward!"

"Who dares to back off from me——"

"I will kill him with my own hands!"

This is the most correct choice. .

Facing a dive bombing aircraft, stopping or retreating is the stupidest choice.

Only by rushing into the pine forest at a downhill speed can we get a chance of survival.

The ten tanks rushing to the front line had their horsepower increased to maximum. The predators who rushed into the woods first threw smoke grenades to cover the tanks behind them.

The battlefield was filled with smoke.

At the same time, the fifty quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft vehicles that followed the tank troops to the front also sprayed tongues of fire into the sky.

The machine guns of these anti-aircraft vehicles have different calibers. Although Dillon's original plan was for all fifty trucks to be equipped with 12-heavy machine guns in series, due to the Burning Corps' airborne operations that destroyed many modification production lines, a large part of the quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft machine guns used 7-piece small water pipes.

But even so, 50X4 machine guns fired at the same time, and the firepower was quite fierce.

The bullets flying from the ground to the sky were like retrograde snowflakes. In an instant, two gliders caught fire, hastily dropped aerial bombs and crashed into the woods.

"Damn it...these Dogecoins actually made tracer bullets!"

There were two gun holes in the cabin, almost grazing the thigh. Mosquito cursed and turned the fuselage over, avoiding the anti-aircraft machine gun biting him while looking for opportunities to dive.

These predators probably learned the lesson from the last time, and this time they actually mixed copper salt into a few warheads! After a while, there was a pale green tracer, which bounced from the ground to the sky.

Although limited by the production process and output, the tracer was weak and few, but it was enough to help the machine gunners correct the trajectory of their shots.

"I will fight with you!"

Luo Yu, whose cabin was overturned by a hail of bullets, screamed and simply stopped evading. He stepped on the switch to the maximum and pounced directly on the nearest tank.

Seeing the plane coming back towards him, the tank commander was obviously panicked and immediately got back into the turret, urging the driver to avoid it.

But it was too late.

The sieved aircraft burst into flames, but just a second before the battery exploded, an aerial bomb separated from the fuselage.

The huge aerial bomb almost hit the turret of the Conqueror 10 together with the wreckage of the plane. With a deafening explosion, the dust and splashed soil of the explosion were thrown to a height of more than ten meters. in the air.

A quad-mounted anti-aircraft truck got too close and its engine was paralyzed on the spot. The driver and co-pilot were shattered by the shock wave and their internal organs were shattered. They all died of bleeding from their mouths and noses.

As for that tank?

The connection between the turret and the car body was obviously dented. Although it was not blown away or caught on fire, the crew inside was obviously dead.

[Congratulations to player "Luo Yu" for successfully winning the first tank kill in this battle. 】

[Since the player chose to make the achievement public, the achievement will be included in the relevant entries of "Battle of Songlinyu"...]

"Good brother! See you in three days!"

Looking at the line of words floating on the VM, Mosquito mourned for his little apprentice for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, turned on the buzzer, and pressed the joystick.

"I'll try my best too!"

One after another, the planes changed their course and plummeted downwards.

Not shot down.

But dive.

The piercing scream was like a trumpet blowing, and both tanks and infantrymen were dodging and running away as if their lives were lost. In the eyes of the predators, those planes spitting out tongues of fire seemed to be no longer planes, but the scythes of death.

The fire net of anti-aircraft guns could not stop them at all.

Often one plane is blown up, and soon the second plane takes advantage of the gap in the firepower network to rush out, and then crashes into them desperately...

"Are they crazy?" Xiong Ya, who was standing on the high ground on the north side, looked at the successive fighter jets with fear in his eyes.

In just a few minutes, five tanks were scrapped, and the remaining five tanks rushed into the pine forest in a panic.

Although they had temporarily avoided the crisis, they were caught in a dilemma.

It was not only the Conqueror X tanks that continued to suffer casualties, but also their quadruple anti-aircraft trucks. Those red-eye aircraft were no longer limited to tanks, but instead launched dives against all targets they could attack.

And it was an almost suicidal dive!

Dillon frowned.

Compared with the opponent's desperate attack method, what concerned him more was the opponent's almost counterintuitive tactical choice.

To be honest, when the rain just stopped, his heart almost stopped beating for two seconds. Because it was expected that the opponent's pilots would not fight in heavy rain, almost all of their air defense forces were dispersed and deployed on the northern highlands, waiting for opportunities.

Once those aircraft select a total of seventeen tanks from the first, second, and third echelons as attack targets, it will be difficult for the anti-aircraft firepower separated by two kilometers to form an effective deterrent. There is no doubt that their side will suffer heavy losses.

Dillon thought that if he were in command, he would order the Air Force to prioritize hunting and killing tanks that had lost the ability to move due to broken shoes, and evacuate the battlefield before the arrival of the anti-aircraft troops, waiting for an opportunity to conduct a second round of air strikes.

However……

Uncharacteristically, the New Alliance aircraft focused their firepower on the advancing fourth and fifth echelons.

It was almost like rushing into the anti-aircraft truck's face.

This kind of moth-to-flame attack can be said to have "little success". Many aircraft were beaten into sieves on the way to the dive.

Although they lost a lot of anti-aircraft trucks as a result, the losses were negligible compared to the precious tanks.

As long as they can kill all the aircraft of the New Alliance, what if all their anti-aircraft trucks are destroyed? Those anti-aircraft weapons themselves are prepared for aircraft...

Dillon frowned.

"I would rather know what they are planning."

Tumen probably guessed what his boss was thinking, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke.

"Perhaps in their view, those tanks that have lost their ability to move are not a concern? Since the other party has seen our deployment, they must have guessed our intentions. Once our fourth and fifth echelons merge with the first echelon, attack them One point will definitely open a gap in their defense."

"It makes sense to think so, but it doesn't make sense," Dillon said in a deep voice. "Compared to the fourth and fifth echelons, the second and third echelons distributed on both sides are obviously more threatening. After all, from their standpoint Up here, Songlin Valley is definitely undefendable, so consuming our tanks as much as possible is the best solution."

unless……

The New Alliance thought they could hold off with a few trenches.

Dillon glanced at the corner of his mouth.

What a huge appetite.

Not afraid of dying!

Xiong Ya listened to the conversation between the two with a blank expression, not understanding what they were talking about.

What is the optimal solution?

The plane on the opposite side has been completely destroyed. There are so many of them chewing on a mountain, and each one of them drowns the other side with his spit!

Dillon raised his telescope and looked at the high ground to the south.

Although the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties under machine gun fire, it was obviously the same on the opposite side. People were constantly beaten to pieces by machine guns, or blasted into the sky by the tank's 100-meter main gun.

The soldiers of the New Alliance brought out recoilless guns, but ordinary armor-piercing bullets could not break through the armor of Conqueror 10, and could not even stop its forward speed for a second.

Looking at the sparks bursting from the tank's armor and the distance of only twenty meters, Dillon's lips curled up into a sneer.

"it's over."

When his infantry follows the tank into the trench, what awaits the defenders on the opposite side will be a massacre!

After the words fell, Dillon was about to put down the telescope, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

To be precise, it's not one piece, but one piece.

Six-rotor drones took off vertically from the trenches. After hovering for a short time, they jumped out like arrows leaving the string.

The moment he saw the drone clearly, Dillon's pupils shrank suddenly, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

As if to confirm his guess, the drones seemed to have eyes and swarmed towards the tanks down and up the slope.

The tank closest to the trench bore the brunt of the attack, and the coaxial machine gun fire simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the drone, especially in such a short time. There was no time to react.

One of the drones easily got under the crotch of the tank.

The crew did not realize what was happening.

The same goes for the marauders who advance with the tanks.

Just when they were about to squat down to see what was under the tank, there was a dazzling light in front of them.

There was no time to think, and the hot shock wave hit them like a heavy hammer. The mutilated corpses and minced meat were like kites with broken strings, blown out from the sky by the fire and thick smoke.

Hot blood covered the face of the predator down the slope.

The predators crawling down the slope were so frightened by the scene before them that they even forgot to move forward for a moment.

"What the hell is that?!"

With his chin firmly pressed against the ground, Wabu raised one eye and looked at the slope, his eyes full of fear, and there was no reaction even when the gravel and dirt hit his face and scalp.

He only saw a black shadow, almost touching the ground, getting into the chassis of the tank that was almost driving to the edge of the trench.

Immediately afterwards, the eardrum-shattering explosion and the fire that shot up into the sky swallowed up the tank and the ten-man team behind it entirely...

The scrapped turret rolled down the slope together with the road wheels.

A deep pit was blasted out of the earth slope below the tank, exposing the wooden piles that reinforced the earth.

But those drones did not stop, and soon the second, third... also aimed at the fragile chassis of the Conqueror 10, and in the blink of an eye, three more tanks were disemboweled.

Hundreds of rotor drones were scurrying around in the sky, their rotors buzzing like a swarm of whistling bees.

"Machine gun fire!"

"Knock out those drones!"

"Or we'll all die!"

Seeing that the armored formation on the right side was almost wiped out, Bagero, who was commanding the first echelon, had his eyes wide open and his eyes were about to burst.

The coaxial machine guns of the seven tanks opened fire in unison, as did the nearby Marauders holding submachine guns, automatic rifles, and light machine guns, suddenly weaving a dense firepower net on the position.

If it were a quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun fire, it might actually be able to stop these small planes.

However, it is tantamount to wishful thinking to rely on a few rifles to intercept high-speed drones on a battlefield where dust is flying and bullets are flying.

Not to mention, in front of them, in addition to drones, there are friendly forces crawling on the slope...

The armored spearhead on the right was completely shattered, followed immediately by the left. Within a few breaths, nearly ten tanks were blown to pieces, and the marauders who charged with the tanks also suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

In just the blink of an eye, the armored spearheads that attacked the new alliance's defense line in three ways were reduced to the middle one.

And this one also had its leg broken.

Seeing the swarm of drones rushing toward him, Bagero immediately climbed out of the tank and fled towards the woods behind him.

Almost at the same time, hot air waves and shrapnel hit his back. He fainted before he could even let out a muffled groan...

The seven tanks in the first echelon were quickly scrapped and there was no chance of escape.

Seeing that something was wrong, the tanks of the fourth and fifth echelons quickly retreated. However, their tracks could not outrun the drones, not to mention that they were stuck in the pine forest.

The retreating tanks were quickly overtaken by drones. The pine forest exploded with flames, and the predators who followed the tanks were blown away and fled.

In the chaos, in addition to those who were killed, many people were hit by stray bullets fired in a panic...

In the distance, on the high ground on the north side.

The telescope fell from Dillon's hand.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield ahead and the iron coffins turned into scrap metal, a trace of despair gradually appeared on the expressionless face.

Twenty-seven tanks were wiped out...

More than half of the fifty anti-aircraft vehicles were destroyed, and the infantry supporting the advance of the armored forces suffered countless casualties.

The losses in this battle far exceeded his expectations!

The only good thing is that all fifty gliders on the opposite side were wiped out, and the drone swarm was also exhausted... If those just now were the entire wealth of the new alliance.

"...What should we do now?" Tumen asked nervously, looking at the commander.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and Dillon quickly calmed down.

"Let the artillery and the 3000th Army prepare... The resistance of the new alliance is at the end of its strength, and the sacrifice of the vanguard cannot be wasted."

Thinking about it from another angle, the opponent has already exhausted all the available cards.

Although our own side suffered heavy casualties, the other side must have suffered too!

With a trembling voice, Dillon ordered.

"At least we have to take down this high ground!"

"yes……"

Tumen swallowed, moved his stiff neck, and nodded quickly.

Even when he was fighting the Great Rift Valley in the north, he had never seen such a terrifying expression on this man's face.

Even then, the situation they faced was far more serious than it is now...

…

On the New Alliance position.

Looking at the messy battlefield at the bottom of the mountain, the construction site boy and Brick, with blood pouring from their foreheads, excitedly punched the trench.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

The force of nearly twenty points almost made a hole in the wooden pile.

Pity.

In this kind of positional battle with bullets raining down, the usefulness of strength is not very obvious. In bare-handed combat, he can defeat a ten-man team by himself.

The drum washing machine lying on the side couldn't help but sigh.

"This time I feel really good."

When they fought against the Bone Chewing Tribe half a year ago, the only equipment they had at their disposal were Mosquito's Heartless Rockets and Factory 81's 20 "Lances". Their firepower was completely overwhelmed by these indigenous people who had inherited the legion's legacy. .

The only tank that was destroyed was achieved by surprise thanks to the cover of heavy snow and the power of the metal hydrogen battery explosion.

How can it be like now, with machine gun bullets firing, drones swarming on the ground, propeller planes swooping down in the sky to drop bombs, and 100 artillery pieces firing continuously from behind...

They have never fought such a rich battle!

"Damn, you guys were so happy, I almost fainted..." The big-eyed debtor wearing headphones came out of the shell-proof hole and muttered while shaking his groggy head.

Operating five drones at the same time brought a lot of satisfaction to his brain.

He felt like he had five eyes and thirty hands, and the most terrible thing was that these parts were still growing in different places.

Controlling a rotor drone that maneuvers in all directions is much more difficult than operating a four-legged "crawler". Even if the operating system developed by Xiaoqi simplifies the operation process, it will be difficult to take care of it without a certain amount of "brain capacity".

However, no one noticed the big-eyed man’s small complaint at this moment.

Firstly, everyone's ears were almost deafened by the shells, and secondly, the entire position was filled with joy.

If you don't shout at the top of your lungs, no one will be able to hear what you are saying.

"Twenty-seven tanks were wiped out, and the looters down the slope were almost completely dead and injured..." He held the edge of the telescope and paddled, with excitement written on his face, "Good guy, we just wiped out at least a thousand-man team. !”

Plus half an armored battalion!

At this point, it no longer matters whether the position can be held or not.

Even if they capture the high ground on the south side of Songlin Valley, the Ya clan, which has lost its armored strength, will completely lose the ability to attack Qingshi County.

Unless they are willing to invest nearly 10,000 troops and endure several or even ten times more casualties.

However……

Even if their leader has this courage, do those predators who bully the weak and fear the strong have the courage to follow?

The result of high casualties must be high war fatigue.

After all, they are neither clones born in batches of three years, nor have they been transformed by black technologies such as "mental castration" surgery. Even the most basic reason for war is just for robbery.

The only thing that can unite a group of unorganized and undisciplined villains is continuous victory and loot. Once the pace of victory stops, this seemingly solid fortress will soon turn into a pile of loose sand...

A line of pop-up windows flashed on the VM screen worn on the arm.

[Mission: Hold the position on the south side of Songlin Valley (Completed)]

[Briefing: Soldiers, you used your flesh and blood to block the Ya clan’s tanks and thwarted their arrogant plan! Now our enemies have lost all their tanks. Without armor protection, they are like jackals with their fangs pulled out, and are no longer able to invade our territory.

You have completed your mission honorably. The new alliance's counterattack will begin in two hours. Now please return to the rear to rest...

】

[Branch 1 (optional): Blow up the supplies and go to the evacuation point to rest. 】

[Reward: "Silver Shield" medal, war score is determined by the number of survivors. 】

[Branch 2 (optional): Fight to the last moment. 】

[Reward: "Golden Shield" medal, war score is determined by the number of kills. 】

Looking at the flashing text on the VM screen, the corners of his dry mouth curled up.

Speaking of which, he seems to have already taken a silver shield.

No one has unlocked the Golden Shield achievement yet.

With fighting spirit gradually igniting in his eyes, he cut his voice to the command channel and shouted loudly.

"Each team reports casualties!"

A uniform voice came from the headphones.

"There are 3 people left in Team A1! 7 killed!"

"Team A2 has 4 people left and 6 are lying down!"

"..."

Of the thirty teams in three groups, ten were wiped out, and most of the others were unable to make up the full force.

During the previous exchange of fire with the looters, the entire position was like a meat grinder. The people in front fell, and the people squatting in the anti-gun holes were immediately on top. There were three groups of people in the mortar position alone, and many machine guns. Next to it was a pile of corpses lying crookedly.

There are some from enemies and some from our own people.

"There are 102 people left..."

After counting the number of people, I couldn't help but be speechless while paddling on the edge.

The entire corps had a total of 300 men, and 198 of them were killed. Two-thirds of the number was reduced by two. Although many people are still alive, they can only make a sound.

For example, players in the physical system will not die immediately even if their intestines fall out. They can even get up and continue shooting after stuffing them back.

"This is really a black car of death..."

Silently totaling up the remaining supplies.

The edge paddler pondered for a moment, cut to the voice of the whole group, stood on the top of the earth pit of the anti-bomb hole, and shouted loudly to the brothers in the corps.

"Brothers! Our mission has been completed!"

"Now, the command has given us two options. One is to abandon the position, blow up the supplies, and go to the evacuation point for repairs."

"or--"

After a pause, he looked around at his teammates.

"Fight to the last moment!"

This question seems a bit redundant...

The rear is a full ten kilometers away from here. Running back with two legs is not as fast as dying.

Death penalty?

Only three days.

Sequence progress?

You can't level up with experience from a single battle.

"Wasteland" is fundamentally different. Sequence levels are not all of this game, and even only account for a small part of the entire game content. Including contribution points, silver coins, regional reputation, professional level, skill proficiency... and even invisible favorability can become factors that widen the gap in combat power.

In addition to character levels, there are more things worth pursuing in this nearly 100% realistic virtual world.

Players who pursue survival rates will not stand here at the beginning.

And since we choose to stand on the same front, it is all because we share the same goals.

They have almost the same understanding of the game——

die!

This is the normal state of this game!

"Remove the chicken! Whoever likes to withdraw, whoever wants to withdraw!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and soon there were shouts one after another on the battlefield. A pair of pupils were filled with burning fighting spirit, no one was afraid, and no one was timid.

"Fight with those dogs!"

"Never retreat!"

"decisive battle!!!"

"Provide loyalty to managers!"

"Wait, you just said loyalty!"

"Ouch!"

The players put on gas masks one after another and inserted bayonets into their rifles. Those who did not have rifles took out their engineering shovels and placed them wherever they could.

The deafening roar resounded across the battlefield, causing the hearts of the more than two thousand marauders marching in the pine forest to tremble.

Xiong Ya, who personally stepped forward to direct the battle, looked up at the highland that had been transformed beyond recognition by artillery fire, and felt a hint of timidity in his heart for some unknown reason.

It's obvious that the enemy on the other side is at the end of its battle, and it's obvious that the two thousand people behind him can drown them all with just a spit of spit from each of them...

Glancing at the fragments of the wing stuck in the mud, as well as the wreckage of the tank and the fragmented corpse not far away, the burly man couldn't help but muttered.

"What are these gophers shouting..."

The confidant who was following him said nervously.

"No, I don't know..."

He couldn't understand what those people were shouting, and he had no doubt that they could capture the position in front of him that had been plowed over and over again by artillery fire.

But his intuition told him that those people would never let them rush forward easily...

One hundred people?

Two hundred people?

Or leave more bodies…

Regardless, it's going to be a tough fight!

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(The fever is gone and I feel better. I find it strange that my eyesight is pretty good, but when I catch a cold, the astigmatism gets worse...confused.)