This Game Is Too Realistic

This game is too real. Chapter 440 of Qingquan City is approaching the Petra Fortress.

Escorted by two light pickup trucks, Earl Ruskin, who was riding a motorcycle with his servant, drove back out of the city with a pale face.

With his arm resting on the car window, the Guards Captain sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck waved his hand, motioning for the driver to speed up and approach, and said with a smile to Earl Ruskin outside the car window.

"If you need help, remember to shout louder. We are not that stingy and will come to help you." "No need for your help! Thank God if you stay away from me!"

Glancing at the machine gun on the back of the pickup truck, Ruskin suddenly twitched his brows, turned his face to the roaring wind and roared, "Can you put that thing away! We are not going to fight... Do you want to kill me?

What if my friends who come from afar misunderstand me?

The guard captain and the pilot exchanged glances with strange expressions, not quite understanding what he meant, but in the end they accepted this strange request.

He reached out the window and patted the roof of the car. "Put away the machine gun first."

"Yes!" After hearing the captain's order, the machine gunner standing behind the pickup truck skillfully removed the 10-heavy machine gun stuck in the bracket.

Same thing with another pickup truck.

At the same time, the two pickup trucks slowed down and kept their distance from Earl Ruskin, who was driving ahead on his motorcycle. Looking at the pickup truck that had pulled away, Ruskin finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

Although he complained about the order of the Lord of Thain City, and although he knew that the pack of jackals would eat people without spitting out their bones, he still had a trace of fantasy in his heart.

What if there is some misunderstanding between the two parties?

If he could resolve the misunderstanding beautifully and turn the cannon into bread, he would undoubtedly become the hero of the mercenary fortress and even the hero who saved the kingdom.

The nobles of the mercenary fortress have always had a dream, that is, like Silver Moon City in the south, they can obtain the power of republican autonomy and get rid of the shackles of feudal contracts.

The mercenary family loyal to the royal family is the biggest obstacle.

If he can reach a friendly agreement with the Legion, perhaps his family's long-cherished wish will be realized! This is of course full of risks. But it may not be an opportunity for gatha.

"Drive faster!" Count Petra regained his courage and regained his high-spirited expression. He looked at the dashboard of the motorcycle and urged the servant on the motorcycle, "Did you not eat or fill up the motorcycle?" Why is it only forty yards!"

"Sir... the road conditions here can only drive up to 40 yards. If we go faster, we will fly." The servant said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Useless stuff."

Hou Junlin cursed and knew it was useless to urge her, so she stopped talking.

A convoy of two Currans and a motorcycle quickly approached the area where Lost Valley was reached.

Crossing the stacked sand dunes and looking at the nearby valley looming in the yellow sand, Petra felt her heartbeat speeding up.

"Front! It's the front!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The two Currans behind him came closer, and the guard captain stuck his head out of the window and shouted at him. "Do you want us to follow?"

"No! You guys wait for me here! I'll be back soon!" Petra dropped these words and urged the servant to increase their power and continue moving forward.

Although the servant's shoulders shook at the thought of the legion's camp ahead, he did not dare to obey the count's order, so he could only twist the accelerator.

The dust kicked up by the tires quickly attracted the attention of the other side. After a while, two three-wheeled motorcycles drove over from nearby.

Seeing the legion's flag, Petra's face lit up with joy, and just as she was about to wave and shout, two gunshots were fired from the opposite side. The bullet landed on the sand next to him, frightening the servant who was driving the motorcycle to quickly turn around, change direction and flee towards the way he came.

Petra was also startled. She didn't expect the other person to shoot without saying hello, and she quickly shouted behind her. "Don't shoot! I am Count Petra from the mercenary fortress! There may be some misunderstanding between us! Why don't we sit down and talk?

However, the only response he received was the sound of gunshots.

Those people didn't even say hello and opened fire when they saw someone. After approaching a distance of about a hundred meters, the machine gunner sitting in the passenger seat of the three-wheeled motorcycle pulled the trigger and opened fire. "Tu tu tu tu--

丶,

Thick and long tongues of fire spurted out, and bullets whizzed across the sand dunes. Although they were not very accurate, they could not hold up too many. The severe pain in her legs made Petra tremble all over, and she almost fainted, lying on the servant's back. "Sir, are you okay_

Looking at her bleeding left leg, Petra spat out broken words in a trembling voice. "Hurry...run away!'"

The off-road performance of the three-wheeled motorcycle was still worse than that of the two-wheeled motorcycle. Fortunately, the guard captain who came with him heard the gunfire and brought people over in time to support him.

The machine gun was remounted on its mounting bracket.

The two Currans stopped on the nearest sand dune. The machine gunner untiedly loaded the gun bolt and unleashed the firepower of the heavy machine gun on the three-wheeled motorcycle crossing the sand dune.

Strings of dust splashed up on the desert, and the three-wheeled motorcycle rushing in front was instantly smashed into a sieve.

The driver died on the spot. The two crew members jumped out of the car and used the motorcycle as a cover to fire back at the Curran car on the sand dunes with rifles. However, they could not withstand the fierce firepower of the heavy machine gun and soon followed in the footsteps of the driver in front. .

The other three-wheeled motorcycle had a lucky escape and returned to the reverse slope of the dune behind it.

While the pursuers were being suppressed by fire, Count Petra's servant rode a motorcycle, carrying his master, and fled towards the two Currans as if he was dying.

The master lying on his back had lost his voice. just now

His master seemed to have received another shot in the back.

A signal flare was raised on the reverse slope of the desert. The guard captain sitting in the passenger seat of Curran's car frowned, stretched his right fist out of the window and waved back.

"Advance!"

Incompetent campsite.

Seeing the signal flares rising into the sky and listening to the clicking of gunfire in the distance, General Ruskin, standing on the airport runway, frowned, picked up his telescope and glanced in the west direction, but could not see anything.

It's too far here. he asked the officer standing nearby. "What's going on over there?

The officer was obviously not vague about the situation, but he responded quickly and answered immediately. "That's the defense area that Centurion West is responsible for. His people should be patrolling that area today." General Ruskin put down the telescope. "Call him here." "Yes!" The officer turned and left.

Not long after, a powerful man came over, stood upright and gave a military salute.

"Report! There are two Curran cars and a motorcycle to the west. They are probably the caravans from the oasis in the distance. They killed three of our guards... I have sent people to chase them.'

When he heard that only a few of his subordinates had died, General Hou Junlin stopped asking any more questions. In the past two days, a blind Hong Shang has been walking this way, "Hong Shang, just leave it alone and ask your people not to chase too far. Pay attention to the patrols in the defense area. The plane will be here soon." "Yes!" Weiside He stood at attention and gave a military salute, turned around and trotted away. Watching him leave, General Ruskin frowned slightly. do not know why·

A strong uneasiness always creeps into his heart from time to time.

However, this unfounded emotion soon disappeared as a silvery shadow appeared nearby. The temporary tower next to the runway received a landing request.

The silver plane, which was more than ten meters long and had a wingspan of tens of meters, quickly lowered its landing gear after approaching the runway, and landed on the runway with billowing dust.

The plane stopped on the side of the runway, the ramp was lowered, and the ground crew quickly surrounded it with forklifts and fuel trucks. Of course, it is impossible for such a precious jet aircraft to be handed over to Hu Congjun for driving. Several pilots are all noble Wilantes. The two pilots came down the gangway and walked in front of General Hou Junlin and performed a military salute. One of them raised his head and said with his chest raised. "Hou Jun, captain of the 11th Army Aviation Squadron of the 10,000th Army and H55 main pilot, reports to you!" General Ruskin raised his hand in return of a military salute, looked at the plane next to him, and couldn't help but smile with joy. H55 "Hurricane" bomber!

Twin jet engines, the fuselage is made of special alloy steel, and the ultimate speed can reach Mach 2!

Although the Army Command positions it as a tactical bomber to support frontline troops, it can also perform strategic bombing missions due to its high-strength airframe armor and durability, as well as the weak breakthrough performance brought by its high-power engine.

Known as the flying tank! Or the butcher’s scalpel!

Immediately following the landing of the Hurricane bomber, there was also a wingman responsible for escorting or attracting firepower-the H-44 "Saber" fighter jet.

Compared with the "Hurricane", it is undoubtedly much smaller in size. Not only does it have a single jet engine, but the fuselage is also made of lighter titanium alloy.

Although this fighter is positioned to compete for air supremacy and solve high-threat targets that propeller aircraft cannot deal with, because this equipment was designed by a research institute under the Army Command, its ground support capabilities are also not weak.

The 20mm cannon mounted on the nose has an astonishing two thousand rounds of ammunition, and two expensive TV bombs are mounted under the wings.

As for why they don’t use air-to-air bombs, Luoxia Province doesn’t even have propeller aircraft.

If it had been known that there was an alliance in the River Valley Province, and if it had been known later that the Pioneer was planning to go to the desert to find Vault 0, the legion might be prepared to send some from the west.

Unfortunately there is no if.

General Ruskin stretched out his right hand, shook it vigorously with the two tall pilots, and said with joy. "The stage is ready for you! Let those bugs see what hell is on earth!" Sis grinned, holding the hapless general's right hand and shaking it. "That's what I'm here to do.'

Although Griffin did not delay telling Ruskin the full details of the plan, he was still a colleague who had cooperated with him for so many years. Ruskin knew what the sly skunk was planning to do when he looked at his butt. What was installed on the "Hurricane" bomber was undoubtedly a nuclear bomb - a three-phase bomb with a yield of one million tons!

At this time, a few sporadic gunshots were heard nearby. Sisi, who was holding hands with General Ruskin, subconsciously turned back and glanced towards the west.

"What's going on?" General Ruskin said with a smile.

"They are probably the wastelanders who have already done it. This place is close to Oasis No. 4. Don't worry about them..., those cowards don't dare to interfere with our affairs. By the way, before I came here, I got the smell from Griffin...· The old guy got some bottles of red wine, do you want to try them?

Si waved his hands quickly and declined with a smile.

"No... there is still a mission in the evening. The wine of failure should wait until we come back!" The departure of the Heart of Steel from the River Valley Province was the best time for bombing.

But that doesn't mean the mission is risk-free.

There is also an old survivor force in the southern part of the River Valley Province called Boulder City, which I heard is also part of the alliance. There is a lot of equipment left by the post-war reconstruction committee deployed there, and its combat effectiveness is a question mark. It is difficult to say whether it will pose a threat to the "Hurricane" bomber.

This was the only nuclear bomb transported from tens of thousands of kilometers away. In order to ensure nothing went wrong, they planned to wait until dark and carry out the bombing mission under the cover of night.

Nuclear strikes are different from tactical bombings. They do not require too precise coordinates or visual observation of the ground. You only need to fly to the approximate location, press the switch, and then step on the accelerator to the bottom.

When he heard that the mission was to be carried out in the evening, Ruskin was delighted and smiled understandingly. "Then I'll wait for your good news!"

-He couldn't help but feel happy when he thought that the bugs who climbed onto his airship would soon be burned to ashes under the shock wave of the nuclear explosion. Pity.

I can't see their trembling faces before the end of the world.

the other side.

Hou Junlin Fortress, the gate of the heavily guarded prison.

Accompanied by several guards, a muscular and gray-faced man passed through the tall stone door and was let out. "Remember to watch your mouth, you won't be so lucky next time."

Giving the big man a warning look, the guard captain with a beard waved his hand and walked in with his subordinates:

The door slammed shut.

When the footsteps were no longer heard, the man spit on the ground and turned around with a curse. And just when he turned around, he saw two people and a bear standing at the intersection not far away, and the expression on his face suddenly became awkward.

Very determined.

After rubbing the back of his head, he finally stepped forward and greeted his employers, muttering in a low voice. "Sorry boss, things went wrong..." "It's okay."

Looking at his gray face, Pica couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at the prison behind him, "They beat you up."

The man said sheepishly. ".........·It was done before. Pika's expression was slightly disappointed.

It's a pity that the bruises were not caused while in custody, otherwise he could have gotten a compensation from the city lord. However, it doesn’t matter if I don’t have it. The contented man lives long. Nodding to show understanding, Pika continued. "What are your plans for the future?" the man said with a wry smile.

"I plan to try my luck in Silver Moon City in the south... I probably won't be able to stay here."

After he was sent in, several brothers from the mercenary group quickly revealed his identity as the main culprit. This brother definitely had no choice but to do anything.

In fact, they were not even brothers.

Everyone just joins together to make money and make ends meet. There are only six or seven people in the mercenary group. It is difficult to get together, so they will break up if they want to.

Pika nodded, not surprised by this, and continued.

"If you have nowhere to go, just work with Old Boomer. The White Bear Knights station needs security... Well, if you are interested, go there and become the security captain."

The mercenary city lord planned to designate a base for the White Bear Knights to help them carry out their charitable deeds of rescuing refugees more conveniently. To be honest, there was a lot of misunderstanding in this. For example, she actually wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to help everyone make money.

But if you say it out loud, it will be too late to take it back.

"They came here to save those poor people under the guidance of the gods"-this was what she said herself. The moment he heard these words, the man was stunned. He looked at the young lady in front of him with a look of disbelief, and even broke his voice with excitement.

"...You still want me?"

Looking at the man who took a step forward, Pika took a step back in disgust and glanced at the guy. "Don't say such weird things, or I'll change my mind." "No, no, I didn't mean any disrespect to you!"

The job opportunity he got almost slipped away because of his gossip. Boss McClun hurriedly explained, his voice becoming incoherent.

"I just... don't quite understand. I obviously messed up what you told me -

"Everyone has his first chance, and everyone goes from being new to becoming more capable," Pika interrupted him and looked at the grateful guy and continued, "Of course, you have already used up one opportunity. If the next opportunity I screwed up again -

"Just kill me! No, you don't need to do it, I will bury myself in front of you!"

The mercenary leader looked loyal and said in a sincere and respectful tone, "You may not remember my name. My name is Jody! It's an honor to continue to serve you."

Regardless of whether the loyal expression was fake or genuine, Pica nodded with satisfaction.

The White Bear Knights' regional reputation will probably reach its peak after this war. In fact, they have already gained the trust of the local city lord.

However, they cannot stay here forever to manage the fixed assets that cannot be taken away. They have made an appointment to travel to more distant places.

Therefore, the best option is to find a reliable local person to help with hosting.

For example, Old Boomer is a good choice. He lies, is capable, has devout beliefs, and owes them his life. But even so, she is still unwilling to use interests to test human nature and leave everything in the hands of one person. It would be better if the money and the gun were managed by two different people.

Later, she will hire an NPC from the Merchants Guild in Dawn City to take care of the accounts, so that she can keep abreast of the situation here at any time.

Since this game claims to be 100% real, she naturally has to do her best to make it foolproof. After hearing McClun's name, Tails suddenly spoke. "Oh! Jody! Have you considered changing your name?" McClung said immediately. "Please give me your name, Miss!"

Just waiting for these words, Tails gave a thumbs up with shining eyes. "From now on, you can call me Qiao Qiao!" McClun looked confused, but nodded anyway. "Okay miss...I will call you Qiaoqiao from now on." Rourou: Pika said with a subtle expression.

"Awei's naming skills are as good as those of the managers." Taiwei looked at Pika in surprise.

"Hey! Is my name so awesome?" Hou Jun raised his hand. "Oh! It's awesome!" Rourou urged, dumbfounded.

"In short, the matter is done. Let's go back quickly. It's too pitiful for Sesame to be left alone there. No matter whether the city lord and those nobles are completely convinced of Pica's lies, at least the old man in the white robe has been deceived. Lame.

I heard that he also planned to write a letter to the royal capital and tell the respected high priest and His Majesty the King. The Silver Moon Goddess performed miracles to protect her people! Is there anything more exciting than this?

This is indeed an exciting thing for the believers of the Silver Moon Sect, but not necessarily for them. She always had a bad feeling. Troublesome things are still to come·

At the same time, Count Petra, who was on an envoy to the Lost Valley, was carried back by the captain of the personal guard of the Lord of Thane.

Petra was shot in the leg and back. Petra was lying on a stretcher and was dying. Excessive blood loss made his face even paler.

The palace of the city lord.

The nobles gathered here were silent. Even the one who usually had the loudest voice was convinced by this tragic scene that they couldn't bear to look at.

Sitting on the stone chair, Thain admired the expressions on the faces of these cowards with satisfaction, and could not help but raise a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

Strong and fresh. This is what happens to cowards.

Petra's lips trembled, and she forced out a frightened and angry voice.

"Legion... they don't want to talk to us at all! Those barbarians! No, they are beasts! There is no way to communicate with them in the language of civilized people!" Get up from the stone chair.

Thain walked to the bottom of the steps, glanced at Petra lying on the stretcher, and said calmly. "You have to thank that lady for giving you a chance to come back alive."

If you are riding a horse. He had no chance to escape.

Petra's face was full of humiliation. She turned her face to look at the woman standing in the corner of the crowd and almost squeezed out those words through her teeth.

"Thanks·

Pika shrugged and said nothing, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

In fact, she just doesn't want to waste time on such an insignificant NPC. His life and death will obviously not have any impact on the subsequent game plot.

But if you go there on horseback, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time, and it will probably be two or three days before Hou Junlin Fortress discovers his body.

"What did you see there?" Sion looked at his personal guard captain.

The reason why this person was sent out of the city with Count Petra was not so much to monitor whether the idiot was doing his job properly, but rather to inquire about the situation in the Lost Valley.

As early as when Petra left the city, he had already ordered the troops in the fortress to prepare. The guard captain performed a military salute.

"The garrison size is about 10,000 troops. The construction on the north side of the camp has been suspended and is probably completed. Before leaving there, I noticed a plane flying from the northwest, and it seemed to be landing there.

"Airplane" Thane frowned. A commotion immediately spread among the surrounding crowd.

Fear and anger were written all over Zhang Zhang's face. Even people who had previously expressed belief in the prophecy now showed expressions of surprise.

"Airplane...they are building an airstrip there" "Those people are really planning to attack the mercenary fortress!" "Has the Lion Kingdom fallen?"

"Holy Spirit of the Sand Sea... Those greedy barbarians really can't get enough to feed!" "We shouldn't have waited so long! We should have taken action long ago!"

Listening to the indignant conversations of the people around them, everyone in the White Bear Knights also had expressions of surprise on their faces. Tail asked in a low voice as he pulled the meat next to him. "Did the official website say that the airport is under construction?" she posted casually. I didn’t read those posts carelessly.

Rourou was filling the water seriously, but after recalling it carelessly for a while, he had no impression. He shook his furry head and said, "Okay... no." Tail was startled.

"giao! Could it be that...the treasure has been found by them?" Rourou couldn't laugh or cry. "How did you come to this conclusion?" Tails gestured with his hands with a serious look on his face.

"Think about it, the armor of the Sky God... must be huge! It's so big, it can't be transported by truck. Maybe they built the airport to transport the treasure away.

Listening to this random analysis, Rourou's face gradually showed an expression of sudden realization, and his expression became serious. "...Maybe it's really possible!" Sesame Gu, who was standing aside, couldn't laugh or cry.

"I feel that if it is really the armor of the Sky God, let alone an airplane, even a train cannot drag it away... Without hearing the whispers of his teammates, Pika frowned slightly,

Although there was no discussion about that airport on the forum, she always felt that the airport was not that complicated. Oasis No. 9 has not fallen yet.

Moreover, in the past two days, the managers also brought the Heart of Steel and the Stormtroopers to the Lion Kingdom for reinforcements. Although the Legion and the Falcon Kingdom were in decline, they would never take the initiative to fight on two fronts.

Band by band::

There was a hint of enlightenment in her eyes, as if she had thought of something vaguely. "That 'scepter'... maybe they really found it." Pairs of eyes looked at her.

Pica looked at Lord Sion and said seriously.

"The scepter falling from the sky sealed the evil god and destroyed the oasis. I'm afraid the evil ritual has reached its final step. We don't have time to be firm. You must make a decision immediately!" A kind smile appeared on Thain's face. "Looks like we thought of getting together."

After saying that, he looked at the ministers in the palace, suddenly stopped joking, and his expression became solemn. "I heard the call in the yellow sand. The small will is calling us. Our kingdom is facing the most severe test in history. Whether our enemy is the legion or the ancient demon, the mercenaries will be the strongest force in the kingdom. Shield!

As he spoke, he pulled out the saber on his waist and looked at the captain of the Guards and the officers with equally solemn expressions. "Gather your men__" "Get ready to fight!"

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