This Game Is Too Realistic

Dimly lit hotel.

A ray of morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains.

Opening his eyes, Lao Bai found that he was covered with a quilt. He shook his groggy head and woke up from his sleep.

"You slept like crazy."

Hearing the voice coming from beside him, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away. There was a blanket covering her knees, her calves were curled up in the blanket, and she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. It is already October, and the temperature in the Valley Province has turned cooler. According to tradition, this year should be a mild winter, but it will snow in early December at the latest.

Thinking that he actually let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was a little embarrassed and coughed lightly. "Sorry, I drank a little too much last night...'

There was no way, not only the little girl named Lisa, but also all the drinkers in the Highway Town Hotel were waiting for his story.

In order to make the story look like that, and to cover up the pangolin's true identity as a spy, he had no choice but to put the stories of many players on the pangolin's head.

As a result, the rookie killer who killed many people on position G537 turned into a warrior who entered and exited seven times on high ground No. 330.

If someone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, they would probably hear completely opposite rumors from the locals, and they would not be able to figure out why the pangolin was on the Alliance's side one moment, and then helping the Legion fight against the Alliance's people the other.

But it doesn’t matter.

This also fits the guy's status as a double agent.

In the wasteland, anyone with a mouth can brag, but no one has the ability to verify which rumor is true.

Anyway, in the future, there will be people who are free to compile a logical and self-consistent version based on their own understanding. However, what makes Lao Bai wonder is why he is here.

As we all know, this game can block some feelings that can cause players discomfort. Although this improves the gameplay, it also makes it difficult for players to judge their own situation through early warnings from the nervous system.

The most direct result is that once drunk, it is basically fragmented and cannot be connected between life and death.

Usually when a player gets drunk, Old Hook or other players will help them move their game characters to the guest room to rest in a tacit understanding.

But I don’t know what happened this time. He actually moved him to NC's room.

"It's okay. I'm not picky about where I sleep. I travel on business all year round and often sit in the car for a night. This

The sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on...is the material made of exotic fur?"

With that said, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.

Seeing her innocent expression, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she drank a lot last night and couldn't help but ask. "Maybe it's the skin of a monster... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?" Chen Yutong was slightly stunned.

"Me? I don't feel anything. Bionic science means that the liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol and does not activate the cy2e1 enzyme to generate reactive oxygen species. Basically, I don't feel anything..."

Oops. My head started to hurt again. I should have chosen the physical system at the beginning...

Looking at Lao Bai holding his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and said jokingly.

"It's quite difficult to get me drunk." Lao Bai coughed quickly and explained. "I haven't thought about it." "It's just a joke, don't take it to heart," Chen Yutong curled his lips and continued, "By the way... that drink is indeed interesting, although I don't feel the drunkenness you mentioned. Feeling, but a different kind of amazing feeling to me, thank you.”

"You're welcome, I told you to buy you a drink."

It was embarrassing to always lie on someone else's bed. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with both hands, shook his head, picked up the v on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.

The short reading was completed, and light blue fluorescence quickly appeared on the screen.

However, what surprised Lao Bai was that a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon on the taskbar when he started up this time.

[New mission: Take the latest flight to the front line to report. 】The eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes flashed with excitement. Noticing the change in his expression, Chen Yutong asked curiously. "What's wrong"

"The vacation ended early, and the manager called me to go to the front line." Lao Bai grinned and continued, "It seems that I am needed there again.

The target of the next operation is the royal palace in Falcon City.

The Goblin Corps organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to coordinate their operations.

They will also be joined by the Stormtroopers, who will board the Heart of Steel to break through directly to the Legion's rear of the No. 2 Oasis Defense Line.

This will be a strategic adventure.

If it goes well, it's the Battle of Crete, if it goes badly, it's Operation Garden Market. It seems that the headquarters is planning to play a big game this time.

With boiling fighting spirit burning in his eyes, Lao Bai lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the coat hanging next to him and put it on himself.

Guessing something from the expression on his face, Chen Yutong said nothing, let alone worried. He just curled the corners of his mouth and said in a normal tone.

"Be safe, I'll treat you to a drink next time you come back." Lao Bai stopped at the door and gestured with a smile. "Then I will remember it."

Vault 404. Medical laboratory on level b3.

Luo Yu, who was sitting on a folding chair, was looking worriedly at Xiao Yu, who was lying on the scanning bed, unconscious. "Is it... okay'

Heya, who was standing next to the console, was busy recording experimental data and took the time to reply casually. "Incredibly good, even stronger than before."

As the last check ended, she hit the blue button on the screen.

Several flexible metal pipes were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and contracted into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.

The next step is to summarize the experimental data and analyze it to draw conclusions.

The research on Xiaoyu is the top priority of the Alliance Biology Research Institute. It is not only related to the Alliance's understanding of mutant slime mold, but also whether she can successfully obtain the biology laboratory on the B6 floor.

After the analysis comes to a conclusion, she still needs to compile the phased results into a report and send it to the managers who are busy with everything.

Sometimes she really admired that guy.

That guy's brain is like a multi-core thread CU, which can handle things from many different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, etc. at the same time.

The secrets about that guy fascinate her even more than the brood nest in Qingquan City. Unfortunately, whenever this topic comes up, he always excuses it with a sentence that he doesn't quite understand.

Suddenly noticing the worried expressions on the faces of the residents of the shelter nearby, Heya thought of Chu Guang's instructions to her before and comforted him casually.

"Don't worry, today's research is just a routine check, your Xiaoyu will be fine."

Although he still had an uneasy expression on his face, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort from the "league chief biologist".

Looking at Luo Yu who was relaxing, Heya paused for a moment and continued.

"However... its DNA is entering an unstable stage. It is better to take it to as few dangerous places as possible recently. Especially on the front line, without the protection of the fruiting body, the lone mother body is quite fragile.

Luo Yu nodded seriously.

But out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask. "What is that unstable stage..." Can his Xiaoyu continue to evolve?

That's really cool.

Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.

"I don't know. The research data I have is not enough to explain this situation. I can only make a rough guess based on limited clues."

Luo Yu swallowed and waited for her to continue.

After sorting out her thoughts in her mind for a moment, Heya paused for a moment before continuing.

"There is a cycle for the growth of the mother body. This cycle may be long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will become another type.

form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, changing from pupa to adult. "

Luo Yu immediately asked. "What is the opportunity?" Heya shook her head. "I don't know, but I guess it should be the choice of the future path." "The choice..."

"That's right," Heya nodded, "Natural threats are no longer the main threat to it. Standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer subject to general natural conditions, which means that it needs to choose its own future evolution. path. This is the ability given to it by nature, and it is also its mission.

"The genetic information collected from nature, the memory, experience and knowledge stored in neural tissue... these can all be used as a reference for evolution, and before that, it has completed the accumulation of these elements. Simply put, it has to decide what to do next. Will it turn into a cute mushroom or a deadly piranha?'

Looking blankly at Heya and Xiaoyu lying on the scanning bed beside him, Luoyu nodded as if he understood. He doesn't really understand those complicated theories. He only cares about one thing -

"Then after all this is over...will you still remember me?" Heya asked without thinking.

"Of course you remember, as I said, memory is a reference for its evolution to the next stage of life, and it is a very important reference factor... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared.

Luo Yu became nervous for a moment. "What kind of mental preparation?"

"If it becomes another life form, its blood connection with you may be interrupted. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it may even regard you and other humans as prey. Even the memory is Part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers things about you..."

Heya described it in as easy-to-understand terms as possible.

After listening, Luo Yu fell into silence, and the thoughts in his mind were kneaded together like a mess of yarn.

He remembered everything that happened before...

Including taking it to the suburbs for leveling for the first time, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food...

If these memories might be replaced by something else, he would rather it remain as it is now and not continue to evolve. In fact, he didn't particularly need helpers who could fight alongside him. He can fight alone.

At this time, Xiaoyu on the scanning bed had slowly woken up.

Come on, the tentacles drooping on the scanning bed were moving slightly, and unconscious murmurings came out of their mouths. Maybe it sensed his presence.

The dazed Xiaoyu slowly sat up from the scanning bed.

The moment he saw Luo Yu, joy and joy bloomed on that abstract face, and he immediately slid off the scanning bed dragging his heavy body.

"Uh-huh"

Perhaps because it had just come into contact with anesthesia and had not fully adapted to waking up, it fell when it got out of bed.

Looking at that pitiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but step forward and stretched out his hand to support Xiao Yu, who seemed to be drunk.

"Be careful, you...I won't run away." "Uh-huh!"

The tentacles wrapped around the nearby arm, Xiaoyu rubbed his chest with her head, and her aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.

Looking at that innocent look, Luo Yu felt that all the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were swept away. Just like human birth and death, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or dislikes. What should come will eventually come.

No matter what happens in the future, at least now this little guy is extremely dependent on him. perhaps……

You should also believe in it more.

With a common memory, they can face the unknown future together.

"I know..." After touching Xiao Yu's slippery head, Luo Yu looked at Heya standing next to him and said firmly, "Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I will not regret it. …I’ll take care of it until the end.”

"I'm glad you think so."

Heya had a smile on her face, looked at this brave young man, and patted him on the shoulder. "come on.'

On the edge of Oasis No. 2, Bicester Town is surrounded by concrete and iron barrels.

Wedelier, who was standing next to the bunker, held a telescope in his hand and nervously looked at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

The soldiers standing aside also looked nervous.

In just three days, at least tens of thousands of legion soldiers have passed through here, but no one of the troops is willing to stay and stand with them.

The new defense line is on the edge of Oasis No. 2. Compared to concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the "river embankments" left over from the Prosperity Era for defense.

However, this also means that this fortress outside the oasis has lost its function.

What disappointed Wedlier was not only that no one helped them, but also that no one told him what to do next.

They were completely abandoned...

At this moment, a messenger trotted over. "Report! Order from the General Headquarters -" Upon hearing that voice, Videlier's eyes instantly filled with joy.

It was like a straw floating in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreat, he still desperately reached out and grabbed the collar of the messenger.

"Quick! Tell me! What did Master Griffin say?"

The messenger tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wedelir's hand.

Sensing something amiss from the face of the messenger, Wedelir quickly released his hand holding his collar and snatched the paper from his hand.

[...From now on, the defenders of Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints on the east side and must defend the fortress for more than fifteen days to wait for reinforcements to arrive]

[Note: In times of crisis, materials and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned. Officers of centurion and above are allowed to reduce the number of troops in the army.

After 90% or more of the members surrendered. 】

After reading the last line of the telegraph newspaper, Wedelier's face looked as if it had been painted with a layer of white paint, without a trace of blood.

There will be no more withdrawals from the front lines. This has become the new front line. Those Vaillantes had completely abandoned them...

Videlier's face gradually turned from pale to desperate, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, a strong bad feeling crept into his heart.

A messenger came rushing from the southeast. Before he could salute, the man shouted in a hurry. "Tanks! Alliance tanks! They are advancing towards our position from the southeast! Wedelier asked subconsciously. "How many?"

"I don't know... maybe fifty, maybe a hundred or more." The messenger stammered. When the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby heard this, they all took a breath and held their breath unconsciously. One hundred tanks!

The last unit to withdraw from here took away almost all the Panzerfaust rocket launchers, and their combined anti-tank weapons probably didn't even have a hundred rounds of ammunition!

Videlir felt his heartbeat disappear for a moment, and stood there helplessly. The entire Bicester Fortress has only three hundred defenders.

Even if he included those workers who had not received military training, he could not assemble a team of a thousand people. Those anti-tank piles could not stop the alliance's steel torrent.

Those people didn't even need to rush in, just stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they would suffer heavy casualties... The adjutant standing aside looked at Wedelir nervously. "Sir... what should we do.' "What should we do... what should we do... I also want to ask what the hell should we do!"

Suddenly, Wedelir was like an oil drum with a cigarette butt thrown away, suddenly erupting in front of everyone's astonished eyes. "These big-nosed beasts, cowards, useless things! They will only retreat at the critical moment and let us push forward.

The more Videlier talked, the angrier he became, his emotions became more and more agitated, and his whole face turned red.

Since the war started, experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the retinues have been given the rank of captain of ten and centurion and thrown into the regular army.

A logistics captain like him who was brought up to make up the numbers has never even touched a gun a few times. What can he use to fight against the Alliance people?

"...and that Griffin! That liar who tells lies, we have followed them through hard times for more than ten years, and this is what we got in exchange?! Where are the reinforcements from Triumph City? Tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks What? This is what he calls invincible."

No longer able to hide the anger in his heart, he cursed the Weirant people who were usually not allowed to be offended under the stunned gaze of his followers.

From the Willant soldiers to that Griffin, he cursed everyone who could name them. If there wasn't enough saliva, he would have wished everyone had taken a few sips.

Seeing the pairs of eyes staring at him, Videlier took a deep breath and calmed down. After a long time, he calmly issued the first order. "Lower the legion's flag." All the soldiers and sergeants looked at each other, no one dared to move, not even a move of their legs. Wedelir was embarrassed to find that no one listened to him at all.

Fortunately, at this moment, there was suddenly a dense muffled thunder in the distance, followed by a whooshing sound through the air and an explosion of fire that bloomed on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

Just as he expected.

Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers are simply not enough to withstand the Alliance's torrent of steel. The Alliance will not shoot the infantry up to charge their bunkers, but choose to blow them up outside the range.

I don’t know what they were carrying on the tracks.

I saw a flash of blue arc on the bifurcated gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was blasted away, leaving only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.

The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly smashed into sieves by the broken concrete, not to mention the old machine guns mounted on the bunkers.

Subconsciously lowering his head to avoid the flying sand, Videlier's fur exploded like a hamster whose tail was stepped on, and he screamed and roared.

"What are you waiting for? The Vaillant people have abandoned us. Do you want to be buried with those cowards? For the sake of the spirit of the sand sea, lower the flag quickly... Just find any white one. Hang things up quickly

Facing Wedelier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby finally took action, hurriedly rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and pulled down the legion flag hanging on it.

However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around that could serve as a white flag. At this time, someone suddenly mentioned that Lord Videlir's shirt seemed to be white, so they rushed back to Videlier's side and stripped him naked regardless of his objections. Finally, It was to fulfill this lord's order.

The Weiland people's war supervisors had already withdrawn with the last evacuation troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.

The reason for not taking action before was simply out of military honor and loyalty to the royal family. As of now.

Even nobles like Wedelir, who "regarded glory as life", had surrendered, so they naturally had no reason to continue to persist.

I just hope that the Alliance will indeed treat the prisoners as kindly as the rumors say, and will not embarrass little people like them who can't help themselves...

"Tch, why did you vote?"

Mole, half of his body exposed on the tank turret and holding a telescope in his hand, saw the white flag rising in the distance and clicked his tongue unhappily.

The day before yesterday, people from the Death Corps were bragging on the forum, saying they could capture a city in two hours.

After asking the brothers in the field about the strategic deployment of Bicester Town, he originally planned to take the brothers to show up.

He was holding his hand, but as soon as he fired a round of artillery, a white flag was raised on the opposite side.

This is too overwhelming

Not far away, a disheveled man and several soldiers walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with their hands raised.

The waving gesture seemed to implore them not to shoot. Not interested in slaughtering the defenseless, the Mole waved his hand.

Three armed trucks clad in steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man. Irena, who was holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first. Just as she was about to make fun of the officer-looking man in front of her, the man suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.

He pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, ignoring the sand and ash on the ground, and choked with tears and runny noses under the surprised gazes of everyone.

"...Holy Spirit of the Sand Sea, you are finally here."

Irena was stunned by his smooth movements and was stunned on the spot.

When he swallowed the teasing, he looked at the Elf King Fugui next to him with a strange look on his face. "What the hell, what's going on?"

Brother Fugui also looked at him in confusion. "I don't know..." The players who got off the bus were all confused.

This man was crying so miserably, as if he had been greatly wronged, that they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys. Wedelir secretly glanced at the stunned soldiers and felt relieved when he saw that no shots were fired. He still had the sad and angry expression on his face, kowtowing his head and complaining in tears.

"The younger one is a baron from the Falcon Kingdom. His name is Wedelir. His ancestors have been running farms in the nearby oasis for generations. He is an old man.

Farmers who do their duty have always lived a life without fighting against the world...until one day, the Weiland people came here. "Those big noses deceived us with their sweet words, held our Majesty and his court hostage, occupied our shops and estates, forced us to work for them, and bleed for their ambition to conquer the world...Praise to the great administrators My lords, praise the great alliance, thank God you are finally here. Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she coughed dryly. "Anyway, you get up first.

Wedelier did not get up, but instead pressed his head closer to the ground, mumbling incessantly. This time, even the translator couldn't translate what he was saying.

The Elf King Fugui standing nearby sighed, walked up to him, kicked the guy's knees, and pointed to the side of the road.

"We're not interested in messing with you. We don't object to you kneeling if you like, but please go over there...and don't block our way."

After hearing the previous words, Wedelir finally burst into laughter, with a flattering smile on his face, and crawled back to the roadside.

"Thank you, sir! Let's get out of here! You... please come inside!" Bicester Fortress fell.

The Skeleton Corps won this place without bloodshed, and the price they paid was only dozens of 155mm artillery shells and a few 60kg mass bombs.

In fact, they were the only ones who fired faster. If it had been a few minutes late, maybe even the shells would have been saved.

The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaning their rifles on both sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.

That sullen look makes it really hard to hate him. In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking the captives into custody, complained to Brother Mole who was following behind.

"Good guy, we didn't catch the grand occasion of welcoming Master Wang at Oasis No. 3, but we caught up with him at Oasis No. 2."

"The explanation is coming to an end."

Mole replied with a smile and waved forward.

The Panzergrenadier truck advanced and drove swaggeringly into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to move forward closely behind him.

When passing by the commander named Wedelier, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop. Looking down at the man who was hurriedly prostrate on the ground, he searched inside the turret, pulled out a blank notebook and threw it on the ground in front of the man.

Hearing something smack in front of him, Wedelier subconsciously shrank his neck, and only took a trepidating glance after finding that his head hadn't fallen off.

No nonsense, Mole looked down at him and gave concise instructions. "Give you a chance to redeem yourself."

"In the past week, all the troops that passed here, their numbers, numbers, equipment, which way they came when they came, which door they left when they left, how many supplies they brought, and who left first when they left. Foot or right foot...write everything you know in this notebook."

Videlir nodded repeatedly.

"You are a good lord, I will definitely do as you are told."

Seeing that this guy was about to kowtow again, Mole waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

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