This Game Is Too Realistic

The war entered its fourth day.

The brutal street fighting turned the street in front of the abandoned department store into a cruel meat grinder, with every inch of floor tiles covered with sticky blood and mutilated corpses.

The originally neat and uniform battle line turned into a jagged shape due to the continuous pulling. The ground plowed by artillery fire and aerial bombs was marked with shocking scars.

Ironically, the three-year war that buried the Awami League never touched this land, but it ushered in the baptism of iron and fire two centuries after the war ended.

Hengchi's heart was filled with confusion.

He still remembered that the leader said that the alliance's offensive was at the end of its strength, and their soldiers had been frightened by Delu's voice and would soon run away with their tails between their legs.

The regained position is the best proof. However - is this really the case?

"boom!"

Intense artillery fire sounded on time, like a black cloud,

Rolling over the street, the sound came closer and closer.

Green heads squat on the concrete on both sides of the street

The earthen buildings undulate with the dust that shakes off from time to time.

Heng Chi was not afraid of Alliance bombardment.

This thing sounds really loud, but through the concrete

It is still difficult to damage the wall, and some small scratches

Don't take it to heart at all.

The two sides need to fight face to face to determine the outcome.

Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

The bombardment started on time and ended on time.

The centurion squatting nearby shook the cement slag off his body.

He stood up, raised his head and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Chop them into pieces!"

Its chest shook with the roar, like a roaring beast looking up to the sky.

"Oh oh oh!"

Inspired by the courage and brutality, the mutant soldiers also stood up with shouts, grabbed the guys and spread out to the bunker outside, preparing to fight with the alliance soldiers.

Hengchi followed closely behind the guy in front.

Almost at the same time it stepped out of the concrete wreckage, the deafening shouts of death followed the crackling gunshots.

The street it is responsible for is one of the streets leading to the abandoned department store, and the collapsed viaduct lies in the middle of the crossroads.

Used cars are natural bunkers. Simply throw in a few sandbags and mount a machine gun to create a simple bunker.

The church continues to deliver ammunition to the city. They don't need to worry about logistical supplies. They only need to stuff death into the mouths of those human soldiers. The tracers are noisy on the streets, like being swept by a storm. Broken snow.

From the invisible fog, Heng Chi felt something unusual. The ferocious firepower seemed to have reappeared the first day of the offensive.

Isn't the alliance almost finished? Why...are you alive again?

There is always an illusion in its mind that the people in front of it are the same group of people as the opponents it encountered on the first day.

The only difference is that they seem to be much more proficient than on the first day, and they no longer rush towards the gun.

If it were that time, it would only take one shuttle to bring them down.

But now, they have obviously mastered the skills of fighting. Even if they are only superficial skills, they still cause them huge trouble.

"Da da da-!"

The machine gun continued to spray flames, and in the foggy weather with extremely low visibility, hitting the target almost depended on luck.

Hengchi failed to grab the machine gun, so he could only fire randomly outside the bunker with the rifle he picked up from nowhere. However, it soon felt lucky that it had been slower.

Before there were two puffs of smoke from the muzzle, the hot fire exploded next to him, and his face was covered in flying shrapnel and hot blood.

It turned its face and glanced sideways, only to see the man who had previously fired with a machine gun.

Only half of the guy's body was left twitching on the ground.

Having seen so many corpses, I actually became numb. A shirtless guy quickly grabbed the machine gun and continued to hold the trigger and fire.

Hengchi didn't show any sadness because his brother who had peeed with him died in battle, but a trace of confusion gradually arose in his heart.

Reclaiming the street beneath it... can really be said

Is the Ming Alliance almost unable to hold on?

However, this confusion only lasted for less than half a minute, and was interrupted by a roar that penetrated the dense fog.

A giant clad in steel plates suddenly broke into the battlefield with heavy and rapid steps, stepping over the broken bunkers.

Its body is as tall as a city wall, and the steel covering it is as strong as the armor of a tank.

Seeing its appearance, almost all the mutants had fanaticism in their eyes and shouted excitedly.

The same goes for Humph!

Big guy!

The strongest warrior in the tribe!

They cannot be produced normally, and they will never learn a few human words in their lifetime, but every one who grows up is a named warrior!

They are born warriors!

"Roar-!"

A roar leaked out from the gap in the helmet, and as it ran, it pushed its shoulders hard against the iron knob nearest to it.

The human soldier in the exoskeleton pulled out his hatchet and wanted

Resistance, but the ax is like a toothpick in front of its huge size.

Hengchi could clearly see that the ax that struck the helmet heavily only left a tiny white mark on the dark steel. Then the human soldier was knocked away by the big guy's smooth collision, and was violently thrown away. He fell hard onto a concrete building nearby.

A steel bar exposed outside the wall pushed out from his back, impaling the human soldier. The man struggled for a while holding the steel bar with both hands, and then his head drooped and stopped moving.

"Roar-!"

The big mutant man raised his head and roared, picked up a steel bar from the ground, and then smashed it into the next iron bar.

The human soldiers were obviously startled by this big man, and were caught off guard by this rampaging giant.

Crouching behind the bunker, he hummed excitedly, his blood pumping, and he and the minions around him shouted and cheered.

The big guy seemed to be inspired by their roars, waving a several-meter-long steel bar in the center of the battlefield and getting more and more courageous.

In the blink of an eye, two more heavy-duty exoskeleton bombs flew out and fell unconscious in the concrete wreckage.

The Union soldiers immediately raised their rifles and focused fire on the guy, but the tracers were like toothpicks in front of its huge size.

Except for the bullet marks scratched on the arc surface of the thick steel armor, no real damage was left at all. Instead, it aroused the ferocity of the big guy, and he swung the steel bar in his hand even more fiercely. The tiger is in full swing.

The already chaotic position was even more messed up after being smashed.

The human soldier in the lead seemed to be shouting something, but Heng Chi couldn't understand it. It must have been a panicked scream.

However, what it didn't know was that although these Union soldiers were startled by the big man, they were far from panicked.

For example, Midnight Chicken Killer has seen this thing, and many veterans of the Jungle Corps have also seen it. They know that although this guy is difficult to deal with, he is far from invincible.

"Damn it—this bolter can't even break the defense?!"

"Brother, you're stuck at a safe distance! Move back and fight!"

"It's too late! Cut the rifle and shoot!"

"Fuck, this armor is too thick! It can't be hit!"

"Then put it on the tube"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the engine came over from the side of the intersection.

Midnight Killer, who was about to take out the tube, suddenly looked in that direction.

The moment my eyes met the car lights, I felt happy.

Chimera! He is a brother of the Skeleton Corps!

The roaring engine was like a war drum, and accompanied by the wide front of the car, it entered the battlefield where gunshots were heard one after another.

Not a trace of sloppiness.

The convex edge of the armored vehicle's front hit the giant mutant's crotch hard.

The big guy felt as if his lower body had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he let out a cry of pain. His feet were lifted off the ground for a moment, and he was pushed backwards by the huge car.

At this moment, the rampaging Chimera suddenly stopped. The big guy who lost his balance had no chance to stand still and could only stumble backwards.

But the Chimera armored vehicle didn't give it the slightest chance to breathe, and the 37 rapid-fire cannon was aimed straight at its chest. Then-

The muzzle, as deep as a black hole, mercilessly

It spurted out thick and long tongues of fire!

"Bang bang bang!"

The deafening sound of the cannon was like a beating war drum, and traces of light as thick as a python came out from the muzzle of the cannon, hitting the thumb-thick breastplate like raindrops, and the breastplate made an unbearable sound with every shot. The cry of burden.

The big guy who staggered back was unable to resist the kinetic energy brought by this 37, and was directly pressed into the broken window on the side of the street.

Incoming shrapnel and sparks kept flying out of the display window, and occasionally one or two ricocheted bullets.

The flickering firelight and thick smoke obscured the bloody quagmire, and also cut off the miserable howl of pain.

Hengchi's eyes widened, staring at the place where the big guy fell. The excitement and bloodlust in his pupils had faded away at some point.

All that's left is boundless fear. It’s just a moment of effort—

The warrior who came to the world with death and glory, and was named by the clan leader when he was born, was crushed into a pulp by the sparks fired from the iron box.

Soon he saw that the smoking gun barrel was moving slowly, aiming at the position where it was located from a distance.

"Roar-!"

As if to vent the fear in his chest, Hengchi roared at the top of his lungs. He dug the trigger of the rifle in his hand almost to the bottom, trying to use the fragile flame to blow out the howling wind.

The other mutant soldiers around him did the same, shooting ferocious firepower at the iron lump standing in the center of the battlefield, trying to crush it with a hail of bullets.

However-

In front of the tens of millimeters of equivalent armor, the bullets fired by small weapons are too weak, not as effective as the rounded axes in their hands.

Almost at the same time that he roared, lightning bolts as thick as pythons rushed towards the mutants, bursting into flashes of fire on the scrawled positions.

Sandbag bunkers were blown all over the ground, and the sandbag walls that could block bullets were like children's building blocks in front of the 37 rapid-fire cannon.

Fortunately, there was no pain at this moment.

Hengchi felt his eyes flash, and then black again, and all his senses fell into the boundless abyss with the "pop" sound...

"Bang bang bang!"

The roar of the artillery continued.

Until the whole street of bunkers was baptized with armor-piercing incendiary bombs.

As if it hadn't had enough fun yet, the armored vehicle replaced the high-explosive bombs again, and also launched a round of cleaning at the gaps between the buildings on both sides of the street.

Although the gunfire in the distance continued, the battle on this street was basically over with the arrival of this armored vehicle.

The players of the Jungle Corps left their bunkers one after another, holding bolt guns and advancing along with the armored vehicles. They shot and killed the mutant soldiers who were preparing to retreat with their ammunition boxes, and took back the positions they had given to the mutants yesterday. .

"Well done!"

The Piltover paratrooper wearing the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton gave a thumbs up excitedly as he whistled at the ceasefire Chimera armored vehicle.

Although it wasn't him who fired.

But the devastating firepower really made him feel good.

The Elf King Fugui jumped down from the back of the armored vehicle, looked at the gray-faced brothers of the Jungle Corps, and showed off with excitement.

"How's it going? Is our new equipment awesome?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao bookworm: "6666!"

Model Worker: "You're rich, brother!"

Elf King Fugui smiled sheepishly and said haha. "The main reason is that our leader's games sell well."

Seeing all the good brothers looking at him expectantly, Brother Chicken, who was dressed in iron pimples, moved his eyes away with a subtle expression and whistled pretending not to notice.

make money? nonexistent.

Just be satisfied if you can bring the equipment of your free whoring NPCs! Irena said with a funny look on her face.

"I suggest that guy stay in Ideal City and move bricks, and we can fight the battle."

The roof of the armored vehicle was opened, and the mole emerged from the inside and placed his hand on the edge of the turret, rolling his eyes angrily.

"Damn it, do you know where to drive without my command?"

These bitches!

It's no use pretending to be cool and giving orders when the wind blows!

When the wind goes against him, he scolds the conductor for being a cheat and ineffective!

This corps commander is really tired!

Elf King Fugui said with a playful smile.

"Hey, I'm not bragging. We're not fighting a legion. Isn't it okay to beat up these barbarians who can't even repair their bunkers and get into a face-to-face confrontation?"

Several other players also followed suit and started teasing.

"that is!"

"This is a woolly tactic, and it will be over soon!"

"How dare you say that the kick of the accelerator just now was not aggressive enough?"

Mole coughed dryly, feeling embarrassed to say that.

To be honest, he was actually a bit promiscuous. For example, there was no need to rush so far ahead just now. He could just stand far away and nod.

But it’s not important!

Force him to pretend.

Just feel good and that's it!

Reaching out and clicking the communication button on the helmet, Mole decisively pretended not to hear the banter, cleared his throat and shouted in the communication channel.

"Attention, all formations, prepare to cooperate with the infantry to advance towards the coordinates of the old settlement site... The old site of Singularity City is over there, be careful of the mutants hiding in the buildings."

Answers came quickly from the communication channel.

"receive!"

The Mole had a satisfied expression on his face.

It seems that the performance of the Chimera armored vehicle on all fronts is pretty good, and it did not embarrass him in front of other corps.

However, that satisfied expression did not last for a few seconds, and soon an inappropriate voice came from the communication channel.

"...This is Chimera-3, we're in a bit of trouble on the way to the attack point! Mutant anti-vehicle fire knocked out our engine, and we're now stuck in the middle of the road—damn it , snipers! Spread out! Spread out to both sides of the street! Damn... these dogs are just playing dirty tricks!"

The squad leader was shouting and directing his teammates while reporting the situation on the scene through the communication channel. Even if you don't listen to his hurried tone, it's not difficult to tell from the clanging sound that the firefight at the scene was intense.

Sniper?

It's such a heavy fog, damn it!

Mole was stunned for a moment, then looked solemn and said immediately.

"Report your location!"

The squad leader quickly confirmed his position on the map while peeking out through the observation window, speaking quickly

said.

"It's 600 meters southwest of the department store. There's a subway station and an unmarked office building nearby...I marked it on the map!"

Mole: "Where's the sniper's position?"

Squad leader: "The sound of gunfire should be to the southwest of us, and the location has already deviated from the firefight area.

Domain... I'm not sure about the settings! Probably in the tallest building, maybe in the one next to it. "

"Circle the approximate location!"

"...It has been updated on the map!"

"Copy that! We'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the communication, Mole reported the sniper's coordinates to the command post, then reached out and knocked hard on the turret.

"A brother is in trouble, let's go to the rescue... Damn it, let these guys just sit in the car, they have to sit in the car and show off!"

Midnight Killer strode over, bolter slung on his shoulder.

"Do you need our help?"

The mole glanced at his exaggerated equipment and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, just keep pushing forward. We've taken care of the trouble over there and will turn around and come back to support you soon!"

Take this guy with you, at least two or three infantrymen will need to be dismounted. This iron body looks really strong, but its mobility is a flaw.

Killing Chicken at Midnight didn't think much about it and grinned. "Ok, I wish you good luck."

Watching the Chimera armored vehicle drive to the other side of the intersection, he waved to the brothers who had occupied the war zone.

"keep going!"

Before noon, the battle between the Alliance and the Qi tribe became intense. Especially as Chimera armored vehicles entered the battlefield one after another, the originally anxious battle situation completely turned into a one-sided massacre.

Most of the ruthless men in the Skeleton Corps are veterans who have just faced off against the legion's armored forces in the desert. Although it is their first time to fight in street battles, they are unambiguous in their appearance.

In just a few hours, the Qi tribe lost all the positions they had wrested from the Alliance yesterday, and their casualties reached the total of the previous three days combined.

De Lu was already red-eyed, like a gambler, still shouting at the few remaining men to attack the alliance's position.

However, even from the perspective of a bystander, it was clear that it was only a matter of time before that guy failed.

Gaen has given up on that idiot and is setting up defenses in the neighborhoods near the research institute. If the situation is optimistic, it can probably last for a week.

But if the alliance continues to increase its offensive intensity, it is difficult to say whether it will abandon the research institute or even abandon the entire Jinhe City and retreat south.

After all, the Torch Church really has no means to restrain these green-skinned guys.

If they could, they would have done it already…

On the southwest side of the battlefield, in an abandoned office building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton was quietly watching the battlefield.

At the age of eighty, for most people in this wasteland, it is the age at which they have already entered the grave, but his face only has a few more wrinkles.

His name is Arzu, he is an apostle, and like Yule, he is a technical person.

The difference is that his faith is more traditional than Yule's.

The old popsicles in Rongjiyuan are much more determined, and there is almost no existence that can make him waver.

If he hadn't distrusted machines, he would have uploaded his consciousness to the sanctuary long ago and become a glorious forerunner.

In fact, until now, he still does not believe in the holy realm, a castle in the air built with imperfect technology.

Luo Gan is the best proof.

Just at the critical moment when the church was about to complete the last piece of the puzzle on this land, the guy dropped his chain and disappeared.

The Holy Son sent him here to investigate the cause of Luo Gan's disappearance, and at the same time fill in the last piece of the puzzle.

Although he had no evidence, he smelled betrayal from the moment he set foot on this land.

The guy's chip is obviously still there. But it has turned into something else.

He couldn't think of any other reason other than betrayal.

Therefore, those illusory things are the most untrustworthy, and the human brain is the most perfect sanctuary in the world.

Lying not far away from him, a man with a crew cut pulled the trigger of a sniper rifle, mouthing the number "two" coldly, and the electronic eye attached to the scope shrank slightly.

In this thick fog with visibility less than twenty meters,

He seemed to be able to clearly see every tiny movement on the battlefield.

Another person held a telescope in his hand, looking at the fierce battlefield in the distance, and clicked his tongue lightly.

"...The alliance has invested heavily in a total of thirty armored vehicles this time, which requires the equipment of a battalion."

It's not easy to assemble so much armor in the wasteland.

However, thinking that the Alliance had recently inherited the industrial heritage of Boulder City, the man holding the telescope quickly felt relieved.

His name is Red Tapir, and he is the executioner of the Tribunal. He is on the same team as Shan Falcon, who disappeared during the previous mission, and is responsible for assisting Arzu's plan.

However, unlike Shan Falcon, he doesn't like to be alone and usually brings his partner with him.

The one lying at his feet is his partner, named Tang He.

Due to a previous operation, this unlucky guy was blinded by a wastelander carrying a sniper rifle, causing half of his brain and left eye to be replaced with a prosthetic body.

Probably due to the sequelae of the operation, he now talks about killing people every day, and feels uncomfortable if he doesn't kill people for a day.

No one knows what the world in his eyes looks like, but fortunately the diocese has a lot of "pastures" for him to mess around with, and those who are farmed

The animals won't resist, just pick two of them and kill them for him.

Due to his abnormal brain, Tang He would hardly talk to him except for the topic of murder, so he always communicated with the old apostle next to him along the way.

After staring at the battlefield in the distance for a while, Arzu slowly spoke.

"I always feel like it's not just the Alliance that's targeting us."

Red Tapir laughed.

"Oh? How did you tell?"

Arzu said slowly.

"The alliance is more prominent in biotechnology. If we can suppress our technicians in electronic warfare, there must be experts helping them."

Red Tapir frowned slightly.

"Are you talking about corporate people?"

It seems true.

Yesterday, he tried to launch an electronic warfare attack on the Heart of Steel's communication system, but was discovered by the opponent as soon as he started.

He could feel at least two completely different forces staring at him and pounding him, which scared him into a cold sweat and quickly disconnected him.

Almost half of his good brother's brain was burned off.

Arzu nodded slowly and shook his head slowly.

"I'm afraid it's not just companies, but maybe people from the academy as well."

Red Tapir frowned slightly. College...

If it was just a business, it wouldn't give him a headache.

Those guys have always made their own choices. If the opponent is not a behemoth like the Legion, it is almost impossible for the Council to show great strength from the beginning. By the time those guys got serious, the Holy Fire had already covered several provinces, so there was no need to be afraid of them.

But adding the academy is another story.

The combat effectiveness of those technical staff is not strong, and it can even be said that those guys are not fighting material at all.

However, in contrast, those guys are already ridiculously strong in the technical field, and their tentacles are spread all over the wasteland.

And the most troublesome thing is that few people know what they are planning and what their motivation is for doing something.

To make a vivid metaphor, he is more afraid of the incomprehensible magic than the visible lights and shadows of swords.

Scratching the back of his head, Red Tapir sighed with a headache.

"It's difficult to handle... How can we, a few of us who are just making small fuss, lead to a joint crusade from the academy and the company?"

Arzupi chuckled without a smile, his majestic face not changing at all.

"for me

All the same, sooner or later those bed bugs will die at our feet. "

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairwell.

Watching his leaving figure, Red Tapir shouted.

"where did you go."

A voice that did not answer the question floated from a distance.

"I advise you not to underestimate them."

Red Tapir was slightly startled, with a puzzled look on his face.

Don't underestimate them. What do you mean?

Are they talking about colleges and companies?

He didn't even think about it, since when did he look down on those guys...

Just when he was thinking this, a buzzing sound gradually came from the distance. At first the sound sounded like the chirping of mosquitoes, but soon it became heavier and clearer, and became more and more like the roar of a propeller -

Not exactly.

And that’s it!

Tang He, who was lying on the ground, suddenly changed his expression. He moved his eyes away from the scope and looked at the sky hastily, and cursed out of his mouth.

"Grass......"

Soon the red tapir's expression also changed.

Behind the thick fog, black crosses flew through the sky, and jet black dots were dropped at the same time.

His brother fired two black rounds...

You're not going to join the bomber formation, are you? !

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