This Game Is Too Realistic

Two plumes of white smoke split from the explosion's flames, and one fell toward the valley and the other toward the airport under the watchful eyes of everyone.

If the missile successfully hits the runway, it will be enough to blast a deep crater in the center of the airport.

However, as luck would have it, the H-55 "Hurricane" was on its way to take off and it was too late to stop.

"Grass!"

Looking at the white tracks printed on the window, Curran's face changed wildly as he sat in the driver's seat, and he cursed angrily and pushed down the accelerator lever.

The flames ejected by the twin engines suddenly increased, pushing the plane forward at a faster speed.

At the same time, he turned the rudder slightly to the left, trying to avoid the speeding missile.

However one by one

After all, the danger was one step ahead of him.

Although the missile did not directly hit the aircraft, but landed next to the runway, for missiles with metallic hydrogen charges, it actually makes no difference whether it hits directly or not. "Todoroki-!"

The air wave of the explosion spread at a terrifying speed, carrying shrapnel and debris from the explosion and crashing into the side of the aircraft, instantly smashing the right wing of the "Hurricane" into a sieve.

One engine suddenly stalled!

With the power of the left engine not decreasing, the aircraft made another sharp turn on the runway, and the landing gear was violently broken.

In a heart-wrenching sound of steel grinding, the bomber suddenly rolled over, and its broken wings dug a crater on the ground.

The window of the plane was covered with cracks, and finally shattered into countless pieces with a crash.

Ke Lun, who looked ferocious, snorted and instantly lost consciousness while the world was spinning.

However, before losing consciousness, he still struggled to reach out his right hand and pressed the button next to the joystick.

That was the button for delayed explosion. The preset time was half an hour, and the password to unlock it was known only to him.

Although the troops stationed at the airport may not necessarily lose, General Griffin told him not to overestimate General McClung's level.

He didn't care whether he would die, he only cared about His Majesty the Marshal's ambition to conquer the world.

If the ground forces ultimately failed and failed to successfully recover the nuclear warhead.

At least, the alliance cannot be allowed to get...

Meanwhile, over the airport.

Looking down at the ground through the window, the pilot sitting in the "Saber" fighter jet was completely stunned.

In the previous dive, he successfully used the cannon to smash the weird-looking aircraft into sieves, but he didn't expect that the thing was still holding a missile and didn't fire it out! ?

What made him even more unexpected was that the pilot on the opposite side knew that he only needed one more round of strafing to send him away.

They had no intention of parachuting at all, and even gave up their mobility completely in exchange for horizontal speed that broke the sound barrier!

Everything happened so fast.

In a Mach-level battle, both sides only have a few seconds to make judgments.

His Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a few short syllables from his throat.

"Oh shit···"

What kind of madman is he fighting? There are nearly 200 rounds of machine gun ammunition left.

Although he could still do another dive to the ground, it seemed that it was no longer necessary.

Without the protection of reconnaissance vehicles and machine gun positions, General McClung's position has been overwhelmed by the barbarian cavalry.

At a distance of 200 meters these cavalry are like a joke. But at a distance of 20 meters, no one can laugh.

Especially in the open Gobi Desert...

The wreckage of the plane in the center of the runway gradually filled with smoke.

Looking at the wing fragment inserted into the belly of the plane, the pilot seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed wildly.

Without any further hesitation, he immediately turned the plane's nose to the west and pushed the throttle lever all the way down.

At the same time, he was pinned to his seat by inertia and shouted loudly in the communication channel where he was the only one left: "...This is the Sabre! We are blocked by alliance ground forces and the "Hurricane" cannot take off! The mission cannot continue! Please return!"

"Repeat, request to return!"

The nearest airport is 1,000 kilometers away, so of course no one can answer him.

But regardless of whether anyone answered or not, he had to retreat...

It was not only the pilots in the sky who were stunned, but also the real air force standing on the ground.

McClun, who had just got into the Jeep, stared blankly at the black smoke rising from the airport, with a trace of despair gradually written in his eyes.

Not just because that was his last and only way out.

It’s even more because of the stuff on the plane...

The officer holding the steering wheel swallowed and looked to the side nervously.

"General...are we still going?"

They originally planned to go to the airport to stop the plane. But now, it seems that this is not necessary.

General McClung's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he squeezed out these words from his mouth.

"it's over."

As he finished speaking, his shoulders relaxed as he leaned on the seat.

The officer sitting aside was stunned and looked at General McClung with surprise in his eyes.

This high-spirited man in his prime suddenly seemed to have aged more than ten years...

The sound of rolling horse hooves boiled in the southern part of the camp, and the overwhelming noise was accompanied by the overwhelming sound of killing.

As the elite of Petra Fortress, every horse of this cavalry is a dark horse from the desert. The people on horseback are, without exception, brave warriors who are good at fighting.

After losing the protection of heavy firepower, the defense line on the south side of the legion camp was instantly smashed. The cavalry rushed into the camp one after another, rampaging through the camp, poking at anyone with bayonets, or firing with rifles, killing them instantly. Everyone in the camp was on their backs.

"Capture the enemy commander alive!" the guard captain who charged forward shouted loudly.

However, everyone was already red-eyed and could not think of listening to what he had to say. The bodies of people who had been beaten to death and stabbed to death were everywhere, including many who knelt down and surrendered.

surrender?

Why didn't you think about it when you were crouching behind the machine gun?

Even if you have to vote--

Wait until I kill half of them!

Thinking of those teammates who died in the charge, the cavalry on horseback roared one after another.

Whether it's the Wilant people coming from afar or the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

At this moment, they are all like meat on the chopping board. As long as they rush out and stand outside the camp, they will die.

And those hiding in the tents are not having it easy either.

In order to avoid getting their horses' legs entangled in the tents, the cavalry would not rush into those tents at all. Instead, they would use lighters to light wine bottles filled with cotton wool and filled with kerosene and alcohol, and then throw them into the tents.

This special Molotov cocktail is much easier to use than grenades.

It’s also cheap to make, and the effect is better if you shake it before use.

Seeing the fire in the rear, Centurion West immediately brought people back from the western front to support him.

Although the Petra Fortress has a large number of soldiers, its combat effectiveness is not at the same level as that of the Falcon Kingdom.

Many militiamen were even more negligent in their training, and could not even dig a foxhole well. They thought that digging a hole and burying their heads would be the end of it, but little did they know that most of the back of their heads was exposed to the eyes of the opposite party.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to detach an army of a thousand soldiers, regroup and fight back towards the airport.

However one by one

Riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, he had just reached the edge of the camp. Before he could go in to help, he saw a burst of fire flickering due east.

"Todoroki-!"

Before the deafening sound of cannons floated in, the flames of the explosion bloomed on the sand dunes.

Before the two ten-man teams had time to disperse and lie down, they were completely wiped out by the high-explosive bomb.

"Tank!" a centurion of the retinue shouted at the top of his voice desperately, "Everyone disperse!"

However, this cry of despair was of no use, not even a death struggle.

That's a tank! And not just one!

In the distance, black spots appeared on the horizon that had gradually become enveloped in darkness.

Tanks lined up in a row, with dark muzzles

They straightened forward uniformly, while behind them was a vast rolling dust.

Looking at the torrent of steel appearing on the horizon, despair appeared on the faces of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

They don't even have anti-tank weapons. There is absolutely nothing you can do against that kind of guy! The previous shell was just the beginning.

After the first hit, the other dozen tanks also opened fire.

Pieces of deadly dust instantly exploded on the empty Gobi Desert, clearing vacuum zones the size of basketball courts.

All organisms struck by the explosion's flames were instantly blown into a puddle of minced flesh.

Even if they were not hit directly, countless people were scraped to death by fragments of high-explosive grenades and had their internal organs shattered by the blast of air.

Half of the nearly full thousand-man team was wiped out in just one salvo.

The caliber of the artillery shell is obviously more than 100 mm, maybe 150 mm or higher.

There are no fortifications or bunkers to hide from.

Facing the king of land warfare, the tank, what awaits the infantry is nothing but a one-sided massacre.

Now it was only the tank guns that were firing.

When they approached the effective range of the coaxial machine gun, a staggered machine gun fire network awaited them.

Climbing up from the overturned motorcycle, Weiside looked at the torrent of steel in the distance, his resolute pupils first filled with confusion, and then turned into bottomless despair.

"...It's over." Everything is over...

The battle outside Lost Valley is over.

With the arrival of Union tanks, General McClung gave up all hope of escape.

In fact, it was too late.

Unless it's an airplane, nothing can escape 100 kilometers within an hour.

"General... what should we do?" The officer sitting in the driver's seat of the jeep looked desperately at General McClung next to him.

He didn't even know where to run.

McClun's Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

He did not consider himself a failed commander. He had deployed every unit to its place and made the most correct deployment.

However, it was impossible for him to conjure an army of ten thousand people out of thin air, let alone allow non-existent troops to launch an attack.

What about Griffin's tank?

Even if Camp 530 falls, at most 1/3 of the tanks will be lost.

That guy couldn't have imagined that if the alliance guessed their plan, they might send mobile troops to raid the airport.

But what about the Conqueror tank?

What about the "Prowler" that was so praised by the Army?

Why did he only see Alliance tanks?

And why did the defenders of Petra Fortress suddenly emerge from their turtle shells?

Didn't the group of nobles in the Falcon Kingdom swear that even if their heads were broken outside, those people wouldn't come out of the turtle shell?

Which link is the problem? He couldn't figure it out.

but······

It makes no sense to say this now.

In the face of a million-ton equivalent three-phase bomb, all struggles are unnecessary.

McClung silently pulled out his pistol, pointed it at his chin tremblingly, and turned on the safety.

He closed his eyes, but his trembling index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't pull the trigger after shaking for a while.

Putting down the gun with a look of shame, he looked up at the night sky.

Anyway, it’s just a different way to die.

The sound of artillery in the northeast is getting closer, and in the south is the trampling of cavalry's hooves and shouts of death.

The officer sitting in the driver's seat suddenly started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

His back suddenly leaned against the seat. McClun rarely got angry and just asked with a wry smile.

"Where are you going?"

"Valley! As long as we hide in the valley! We have hope of survival!" The soles of his boots were welded to the accelerator, and the officer's eyes were bloodshot.

In theory that might be the case.

Whether it is cavalry, infantry or tanks, they will be reduced to ashes in the nuclear explosion...

The trunk of the jeep contained chemical protective clothing and other survival tools. If you hid in the valley, you might be able to survive.

The desire to live was rekindled in McClun's heart.

However, at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a truck speeding out of the valley in the distance and rushing towards the airport.

What does that car want to do? McClun frowned slightly.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Just like the ominous premonition a few days ago...

On the truck.

Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror, then looked at the flaming plane in front of him, tapped his earphones with his index finger and said.

"Awei, you have thought about it." "Yes! I have thought about it!"

His short hair was blown into a chicken coop, and Tai Tai, who was standing at the machine gun position, nodded, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"When Teddy died, I thought... maybe everyone is still alive."

There was a surprised expression on Sisi's face.

Including the sesame paste sitting in the passenger seat and the meaty meat in the back of the car.

"...Digital life? Or something like that..."

···Actually, I don’t understand them very well. Including other NPCs, I always feel that they are not just supporting characters in RG, or tool people who give us tasks. "

"They can cry, they can laugh, they have people they hate and people they like, and they can manage their own lives. They don't just repeat some set things, but they really live a good life, just like we do in reality. Same thing."

As she spoke, she herself became troubled and didn't know how to describe it.

Sis glanced at the rearview mirror and fell into deep thought.

"Yeah, but if you think about it that way, those enemies we killed..."

Tails said in an affirmative tone. "Also alive."

"Then..." Sesame opened his mouth blankly.

Tai Tai said without hesitation: "But even so, when it's time to shoot, I will still shoot! No matter what, robbing and killing are bad. If the bad guys refuse to surrender, more people will die. So. If you don’t plan to surrender, it’s better to let them die.”

Sisi glanced at the tail in the rearview mirror in surprise, which was blown by the wind and couldn't open his eyes.

But she said nothing more.

In fact, she had thought about this problem a long time ago, but her sense of substitution was relatively flexible.

Even if you are a screenwriter who has won an Oscar, it is impossible for every plot and character to please everyone, not to mention that it is just an ordinary RPG game.

She will choose the proxy that interests her.

As for the rest, it's up to you.

In reality, you can't kill people casually, but in the game... if you kill, you just kill.

"I said... do you know how to dismantle a nuclear bomb?" Rourou shouted nervously while looking at the burning plane with his paws on the truck bed.

"Oh! No!"

Rourou said dumbfounded.

"Then what's the point of us going?" "There's always something we can do..."

Sesame Paste comforted Rourou. In fact, she didn't know what to do. She was just a teacher.

Tails: "That's right! Like sending a nuclear bomb into the valley

Rourou was stunned for a moment.

"But in this case, the ruins will..."

"That's right, should you protect the dungeon or the people outside? This is actually a multiple-choice question..." Sisi said casually while holding the steering wheel, "So I'll let Ah Wei think about it.

Rourou: "What if you drive the truck as far away as possible?"

Sisi:

"To the west is the Petra Fortress, and to the east are the friends of the Skeleton Corps. We can only run north. I don't mind sacrificing... Do you want to bet on how far you can run before the explosion?"

Tails: "It doesn't matter, Rourou, the map of this game is so big, I'll just make two more of them!"

Rourou sighed and sat back on the carriage.

"That's true."

Anyway, the benefits of this trip are already considerable. The power of nuclear bombs detonating in different places is different

Among them, the one with the greatest lethal effect on personnel is undoubtedly air blast.

Whether it is shock waves or radiation killing, air bursts have the widest coverage, and radioactive dust can even be carried hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away by airflow.

The second is ground detonation.

A deep crater will be formed at the center of the explosion, and part of the shock wave will be released upward in a cone shape.

This detonation method is mainly used to destroy fixed fortifications, and has a slightly less effective effect on personnel.

As for the detonation buried underground, it is mainly a nuclear experiment.

There should be a cave deep enough in the center of the Great Rift Valley!

It was blasted out by some kind of orbital weapon. Although it was partially buried over time, it was still a hundred meters deep.

That's where their goal is.

As long as the nuclear bomb is sent into the almost vertical tunnel, the impact of the explosion can be minimized.

The truck was parked next to the airport. A pedestrian quickly got out of the car.

Grabbing the engineering shovel placed next to the seat, Sisi was about to step forward when Rourou volunteered to stand up. "Let me do it!"

Although it is inconvenient for alien sequence players to operate the tools, most of the panel data is ridiculously strong.

The location of the bombardier was confirmed.

Rourou roared with all his strength and removed the entire drooping steel plate, revealing the nuclear warhead buried inside the belly of the machine and the metal bracket that fixed the warhead.

Fortunately, this thing can be disassembled.

Ignoring the hair that was scorched by the fire, Rourou used all his strength to break off two aluminum alloy rods, and finally pulled the nuclear warhead, which was about a person tall, together with the bracket, from under the belly of the aircraft. come out.

Looking at the cylinder on the ground, she suddenly felt frightened and looked at her teammates carefully.

"...Will this thing explode?" Sisi shook his head.

"I don't know. It would be best if it doesn't explode. What we have to do is just in case."

On the other side, somewhere in the Lost Valley. Wake up from coma.

Luo Yu shook his groggy head and looked around, a trace of confusion gradually appearing in his eyes.

"...What kind of place is this?"

There was darkness ahead, like an unknown cave. The few rays of light exposed behind were mixed with the whistling sound of the wind. It must be located very high.

Yun Ting does not have an ejection seat, but instead has an ejection cabin with stronger protection capabilities.

The parachute did not fully open, and the ejected escape capsule crashed directly into the mountain. The front half got stuck in the cave, and the back half was exposed.

Judging from the concrete residue scattered around, it doesn't look like a naturally formed geological structure, but more like it was pasted on with low-quality cement.

According to posts posted by other players on the forum, nearby residents gave the Lost Valley a mythical feel. In the early days, there were believers who believed in the God of the Sky. Presumably this is the temple they built... or a corner of it.

But Luo Yu always felt that this place was more like a hole dug by "grave robbers" than a temple.

But there is no way to verify what happened 100 years ago.

Maybe there are no believers at all, just a few scavengers who come to pick up garbage. They have been labeled by rumors and rumors that they may not even know.

This kind of coincidence has not happened before in history.

Crawling out from the pile of debris, Luo Yu found the survival tools placed in the ejection cabin.

A 5mm pistol, two 15-round magazines, basic medical supplies such as bandages, and tools such as flashlights.

But unfortunately, the co-pilot brother didn't survive after all, and there was only one left in the squeezed seat.

There was a pool of blood, and not even a complete body could be found.

Not to mention the V tied to the leg.

Luo Yu mourned for him in his heart, then put his survival tools into his backpack and walked down the cave with a flashlight, trying to find an exit.

The wide cave leads to nowhere, but the dark red plaque in the corner looks particularly familiar.

After swallowing, Luo Yu pulled out his pistol and loaded it. He held the flashlight in his left hand and fired out a beam of light, then walked forward cautiously.

There are more and more plaques on the walls.

A rusty escalator appeared in front of me.

The upper part was buried by large rocks, while the lower part was a bottomless darkness.

He had no choice but to move on.

Especially when he walked down through a broken staircase, at least half of a wall was covered in red spots.

not only that.

Even the surrounding air had a rancid smell of spores.

As Luo Yu expected, a gnawer appeared in front of him.

However, just when he lowered his footsteps and was about to walk over and kill the guy, the gnawer seemed to notice him.

Then... he spoke.

"Hey, that's a flashlight? Don't point it at me, slime mold hates shiny things."

Luo Yu was stunned, and the gun in his hand almost went off. "You can talk!?"

"What do you mean I can speak? Your accent is really strange. Is it a dialect from somewhere?"

Luo Yu stared at him and took a step back, moved the flashlight away, and asked alertly.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I... Well, that's a good question, but I can't remember it clearly." The man seemed not to take his gun to heart and replied casually.

Luo Yu's eyes were blank. What the hell?

"I can't remember exactly..."

"Names are for other people's use. No one has been here for a long time, so I forgot about them."

The man smiled heartily, still facing away from him, without turning around.

Luo Yu stared at the back of his head. "Can you turn around?" "Are you sure?"

"Hmm..." Luo Yu nodded.

The man was not pretentious and turned around generously.

However, the moment he saw this guy, Luo Yu was completely stunned and couldn't help but scream out "Fuck"

That face--

No, it couldn't be considered a face anymore. It was like a rotten wood that had been soaked for a long time, and it was so ugly that it was ferocious.

The man's rotten lips opened and closed, and he spoke in a cheerful voice.

"By the way, I haven't seen a living person for a long time. After seeing you, I remembered a little bit about the past..."

After a pause, he continued.

"You can call me, White Dove."

Luo Yu was stunned for a moment, vaguely seeming to have heard of this name.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the book that Si Si translated on the previous forum.

He asked dumbfoundedly with a trace of disbelief written in his eyes.

"...Are you a researcher at the college?" Bai Ge thought for a while.

"Academy...oh, that's such a nostalgic name. Are those nerds still there? Or have they grown moldy in the swamp?"

"Probably still there..."

Although it is only in the background of this game.

Looking at that horrifying face, Luo Yu couldn't help but continue to ask the question he was most concerned about.

“Wait, didn’t you die many years ago?

Bai Ge nodded.

Perhaps it was a long time since he met a living person who could communicate with him, so he started chattering.

"Well...if nothing else happens, I should grow old normally and lie in a coffin like other old men, but in the end I couldn't hold back my curiosity about this ruins. There is no way, the academy's People are like this, it’s hard for us to control our interest in relics...even though I have left the academy for many years."

Luo Yu's expression was a little subtle.

The chief researcher of the alliance is from the academy, but that guy's curiosity about the ruins is average, and he is more interested in the coffee machine.

"So what's your current state?" the man frankly confessed. "Symbiosis." "Symbiosis?!"

Seeing Luo Yu's eyes widen, the man said with a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Symbiosis is not parasitism. Two organisms are interdependent, share each other's prosperity, possess without possessing... Don't you think this sounds great?"

Before the man in front of him came back to his senses, Bai Ge looked at the dark corridor behind him.

"By the way, let me introduce you to my partner... Hey, Xiaohong, come out and say hello to the guests."

A creepy feeling crawled up Luo Yu's back

He turned around stiffly and saw only a eight-foot...

···Possibly a nine-foot-tall humanoid.

Through the corner of the flashlight, he saw blood-like scarlet.

Its facial features are abstract, with only a rough outline of its mouth and nose, and no gaps can be seen, as if it has not yet evolved.

Its eyes are particularly special, they are hemispherical like a fly, made up of countless hexagonal structures, and faintly emit a scarlet light.

Two slender arms hang down by the side, with a trumpet-shaped opening at the front end, like the cuffs of clothes, but no hand structure can be seen.

As for the lower limbs, it's more abstract.

Below the slender waist is an inverted cone-shaped carpet, which looks like the hem of Lissandra's skirt.

At first glance, this thing looks a bit like the evolved form that appeared in the last wave.

But not as ferocious as that guy.

If there was any difference, the one walking out of Qingquan city center was more like a shark with its mouth wide open, while the one in front of him now was more like a dolphin.

Tentacles as thick as an index finger floated over from behind it, like a dolphin's mouth, surrounding him, but not very close.

Looking at the tentacles that were so close, Luo Yu swallowed nervously.

He didn't know what this was. But I hope the dog planner can be an individual.

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