This Game Is Too Realistic

Boiling murderous intent filled the entire forest.

But at this moment, the armored thousand-man team, surrounded by billowing smoke and dust, was completely unaware of it.

The aviation team at Saifan Port has already surveyed the entire area ahead, and what is blocking the defense line several kilometers away is just a few anti-tank artillery deployed in artillery pits.

In addition, there are some suspected foxhole targets and hidden areas where stragglers may be lurking.

In the face of the "Conqueror 10" that can carry a hundred kilograms of aerial bombs for dive bombing, these intimidating-looking gadgets are nothing more than toothpicks, which can at most cut off their tracks.

Considering that the Alliance may have taught this group of guerrillas the "drone crotch drilling tactics", they have already referred to the experience of the Eastern Legion and installed chains on the front and rear of the vehicle body to block drones.

Once that kind of quad-rotor aircraft gets close, the propellers will get mixed up with the chains and lose power.

No one in the Wilantes doubted that when their tanks drove in front of the group of Bornos, the indestructible tracks would run over the stunned faces.

This will be a battle without any suspense!

On the advancing "Greyhound" wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, Centurion Nickles of the reconnaissance centurion was adjusting the magnification of the observation mirror, comparing it with the map with marked points and symbols in his hand, and staring intently at the suspected artillery ahead. Pit target.

The "rats" hiding in the holes had apparently noticed the dust raised by the tires in the distance and were eager to get out of the holes.

He turned on the weapon safety and shouted into the communicator while maintaining alertness.

"...2.5 kilometers ahead, the enemy's towed artillery is being loaded! A total of three have been found so far!"

The answer came quickly through the communication channel.

"receive!"

Niklos took a deep breath, moved his eyes from the sight glass to the shooting window, put his index finger on the trigger, and stared at the three cannons being loaded, but he did not fire first.

This distance is a bit far for the 20mm gun of wheeled armor.

Although the "Greyhound" is equipped with a vertical stabilizer, it does not mean that they are completely immune to the impact of bumpy road conditions.

If you want to hit the target, you can only stop and fire.

However, for them, whose advantage lies in mobility, the gains outweigh the losses.

Nickles made a quick judgment and planned to teach the half-baked guerrillas a lesson only after he got close to one kilometer.

Compared to Niklos' caution, the top soldiers under his command were much more reckless.

They had already seen the level of the Borneo guerrillas in the previous battle.

Those guys can turn an ambush into an encounter, which is no different than giving someone a head.

The death of their teammates did not make them vigilant, but instead ignited the anger and murderous intent in their hearts.

They can't wait to avenge the two brothers who died!

"Two kilometers left!"

"Sir! They seem to have finished loading! Request to fire!" "Rejected, wait for the order to fire! Fire again when you get closer!" "Yes!"

"Haha, these rats don't really think that thing is useful to us, do they?"

Listening to the teasing in the communication channel, Nickles scolded in a low voice.

"Don't be too careless! That thing is probably 155mm. Although it can't penetrate the Conqueror, it can still penetrate us enough."

There was a circle of grass stuck on the barrel of the opponent's gun, and it was unclear what kind of gun it was.

Maybe 155mm, maybe their 100mm.

No matter what kind of artillery it is, even if it cannot penetrate a tank, it will still have no problem penetrating a reconnaissance vehicle with an equivalent armor of less than 20 mm.

He had already lost a reconnaissance vehicle, and he didn't want to embarrass Commander Renekton again.

Regarding Nickles' caution, another observer and commander named Jimmy just teased him.

"Then it has to be a hit, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of deafening cannon sounds suddenly came from the distance.

It was not just three cannons, but at least a dozen, and there were even a few... mortars mixed in among them?

"Oh shit--!"

"They opened fire!"

There was a noisy roar in the communication channel, and the reconnaissance vehicles quickly changed their speeding direction.

Although he said he was not afraid, seeing the shells coming was another matter. A group of young men screamed and screamed.

Nickles looked stunned, wondering if he had heard wrongly, why even the sound of mortars was mixed in, but he saw that the messy shells were flying over one after another.

Without hesitation, he shouted immediately.

"Prepare to take cover!"

"receive!"

The driver sitting in front of him didn't panic at all. He gently turned the steering wheel and easily avoided the cannonball that was flying slowly across the distance.

In fact, there is no need to avoid it at all.

It was impossible to hit at this distance, and the shells did not come toward them at all. Some landed in front of them, and many landed on the tracks left by their tires.

"boom--!"

Thick smoke from the explosion rose into the sky, and a wall of milky white smoke spread with it.

Nickles, who looked back at the small window behind the turret, was suddenly startled and reacted immediately.

"It's a smoke bomb!"

No--

Not just a smoke bomb!

There was no response from the communication channel, and Nickles soon discovered to his horror that his car radio was malfunctioning!

"Damn it! It's an electromagnetic interference bomb!"

The sound of artillery fire in the distance continued and became more and more intensive. One after another cannonballs fell on the open plain, as if they wanted to cover the entire plain with smoke.

This is a plain.

Their deception won't last long!

Looking at the intermittent signals, a drop of sweat broke out on Nickles' forehead, comforting himself in his heart.

However, just as he was about to break out of the smoke screen blocking the signal, the bumpy car body suddenly stopped violently, as if it had hit a field ridge!

With a groan, it hit the turret, and Nickles' forehead was almost bloody.

The body leans forward obviously!

Holding on to the sloping armrest, he cursed through gritted teeth and yelled at the driver in the driving seat.

"What are you doing!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could while roaring in fright and anger.

"The visibility here is so bad! Damn it! Our tires are stuck on something!"

"its stuck?!"

The expressions of Nickles and the other signal soldier changed instantly.

Stopping in such a ghost place is no different than a living target!

The only good thing is that the enemy artillery is still firing smoke bombs.

Although the wall of smoke blocking the sky and sun blocked their communication and vision, it also protected them in turn.

Nickles pushed the communications soldier behind him and shouted in an urging manner.

"Get out of the car and take a look!"

"yes!"

Although the communications soldier looked horrified, he also knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he could only grab the PU-9 submachine gun in his hand, gritted his teeth and got out of the car door.

The moment he opened the car door, a deafening explosion came from not far away, accompanied by the crackling sound of firecrackers.

That was the sound of the ammunition rack exploding!

At the same time, there was also the "chunk" sound of the 20mm gun.

As if because of witnessing the tragic situation of the friendly forces, a reconnaissance vehicle opened fire as if frightened, and the tracers flew in an orderly manner in the thick white smoke.

A stray bullet flew out after grazing Nickles' car, creating a string of sparks "duang" on the solid car shell.

The communications soldier who had just got off the car was startled and fell to the ground in a hurry.

"Are you crazy! Cease fire!"

Nickles was also frightened. He grabbed the communicator and roared, but it was of no use.

There is no point in firing in this situation. Not only will your position be revealed, but you may also injure friendly forces.

But at that moment, Nickles suddenly realized that it was not just his crew that was incapacitated.

All nine vehicles of the entire reconnaissance team lost their ability to move!

His expression changed completely.

If the smoke clears, they will all be like living targets, and they can only be harvested by artillery in the distance.

"What the hell is going on!"

Nickles, whose sanity was gradually crumbling, shouted loudly toward the door of the car. At the same time, he grabbed the submachine gun hanging under the turret and was ready to abandon the car.

The communications soldier struggled to get up from the mud, with a desperate expression on his face, and shouted towards the open car door.

"It's a hidden pit! They dug a trench and put grass on it! Our tires got stuck in it!"

This trench is not an ordinary trench, but the kind that is high in front and low in back.

If only the tires were stuck, they could climb out, but due to the height difference between the front and rear, their chassis hung on the ditch wall, and the front and rear wheels were equivalent to being supported.

Nicholls was stunned.

moat? !

On the plains? !

How did these guys do it under their noses? !

No-

In fact, there is no way.

Just dig a tunnel underground first, then remove the top and replace it with a covering such as licorice.

There are farmland everywhere here, connected near the field ridges. With a little camouflage, the plane cannot detect it at all.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the expression on Nickles' face gradually changed from stiffness to panic.

He suddenly remembered the hateful faces hidden in the woods before, as well as the soldiers who would rather die than surrender.

Only then did he remember that the number of those people was 200,000, and behind those 200,000 there were hundreds of millions of people...

Without realizing it, they had fallen into a bottomless quagmire!

Countless foxholes were covered with wooden planks and haystacks, and thin faces with protruding frontal bones crawled out from under the holes.

They are short in stature and thin in body, but their eyes are as fierce as hyenas. The weapons in their hands are all kinds of.

There were Ripper rifles, Alliance LD-47s, and someone holding a crudely made bench.

Upon discovering this group of crawling soldiers, the crew of the Valiant vehicle who got off the vehicle immediately took out their submachine guns and fired at them, but were quickly suppressed by the return fire.

Even a race born for fighting cannot withstand the endless numbers.

Seeing that they were close enough, the crawling soldiers no longer covered themselves, got up from the ground, and rushed towards the stagnant reconnaissance vehicles.

A Velantian vehicle crew member had a look of panic on his face and shouted at his comrades behind him.

"Damn it! Their infantry is approaching us! How long will it take for our tanks to arrive!"

He already regretted running so fast.

But now it's too late to regret, I can only pray that friendly forces will arrive soon. "What a dog! Where did these gophers come from?!"

"We need reinforcements! Three o'clock—"

"Cease fire, you damn thing! Do you want to send me away!?" "Don't cease fire! Those people are coming!"

"How many people are there in this gang?!"

"Ahhh! Go to hell!"

Facing the oppressive and suffocating white mist, Nickles' lips turned slightly white.

He vaguely heard the bursts of gunfire, as well as the angry curses and exclamations of his comrades.

Traces of light shuttled through the fog, but they couldn't stop the roaring roar.

That's at least a thousand people--"Kill!!!"...

"The enemy artillery position fired smoke grenades!" "The reconnaissance centurion has lost contact!"

The armored 1,000-man team marched forward.

Two pieces of sudden news made Renekton's pupils shrink slightly while sitting in the command car.

smoke bomb? It also has signal interference.

What tricks are these natives playing? "Eighty percent of it was given to them by the Alliance!"

The adjutant's voice came from the communication channel, making Renekton roll his eyes.

"...This is nonsense. Can these natives build this thing on their own?" Renekton, who was holding the communicator and staring at the dispersing fog in the distance, said calmly. deploy.

"The 100-man team attacks the smoke group from the front. The second and third-man teams cover from the sides, the fourth and fifth-man teams follow up from behind, and the others maintain their original formation... Remember to pay attention That patch of woods to the east of us.”

"receive!"

A uniform answer came from the communication channel, and the steel torrent composed of ninety-two tanks also changed its formation at the same time!

The tanks on both sides of the formation began to accelerate, while the tanks in the middle maintained their speed. The originally arrow-shaped troops gradually extended forward into a large open bowl.

Ninety-two tanks in total!

And most of them are Conqueror No. 10!

As offensive forwards, they will become an indestructible spear in the hands of Captain Ryan!

Renekton stared straight ahead with an interested smile on his face.

He wanted to see what tricks the opponent could use? "Rush over!"

Seeing the smoke getting closer and closer in front of him, he kicked the driver's seat while sitting under the turret, and the latter shouted in high spirits.

"yes!"

The distance of several kilometers passed by in an instant, but everything that came into view made Renekton's smile freeze on his face.

Nine "Greyhound" wheeled reconnaissance vehicles broke down on the road. One of them was burned black, as if its ammunition rack and fuel tank had been blown out.

As for the remaining eight vehicles, the vehicle members were all dragged out and hung miserably on the carriages and turrets.

Some had their bellies cut open with bayonets, while others were shot to death or burned by fire.

The ground nearby was covered with corpses. Judging from the thin bodies and worn-down equipment, they were obviously soldiers of the Borneo Kingdom.

Both sides were furious and vented their hatred on each other in the most cruel way.

Staring at the corpses with splitting eyes, Renekton was instantly angry, and he clenched his teeth so hard that he wanted to crush the roots of his teeth.

"These bastards!"

The disturbing smoke gradually thinned, and another deafening roar came from the distant artillery.

Looking at the Borneo Army who was planning to do it again, Renekton grabbed the communicator and roared.

"Attention all units, fire freely!" "Hit them hard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent explosion came from the northeast.

That wasn't the sound of tanks firing.

Because at the same time as the sound rang out, Renekton saw a firework rising into the sky and a turret that followed the firework into the sky.

That is the "Conqueror No. 10" they are proud of!

Looking at the crackling and flickering flames and the half-section of the car shell with sparks flying, Renekton was completely stunned.

Not only was he confused, almost all the people in Willant were stunned on the spot.

A horrified voice came belatedly from the communication channel.

"...This is the 300th! We were attacked by anti-tank fire from unknown targets! Damn it!"

Before the roar could subside, another splendid flame bloomed on the plain.

This time Renekton could see clearly enough, it was a missile flying from the direction of the woods!

He's from the Alliance! !

Without any hesitation, Renekton used all his strength to shout at the almost crushed communicator.

"The 300th team smokes! The 5th, 7th and 900th teams attack towards the woods on the east side!"

"Don't show mercy, just crush them for me!"

It was too late to turn around and run away. The opponent obviously didn't fire as soon as he saw the person. He must have left himself a sufficient shooting window. Pointing his butt towards the enemy would only make him die faster.

What's more, running away with your tail between your legs is not the style of the Southern Legion!

Although Renekton was shocked by the missile that exploded the ammunition rack, he decisively issued the order to attack and let the armored formation moving on the right charge forward.

Individual anti-vehicle weapons usually have safety distance limits, and it is safer to approach the extreme distance.

The legion's tanks changed direction, and at least thirty tanks ran directly towards the woods, and fired at the woods as they drove.

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed a corner of the forest, knocking trees as thick as thighs to the ground with a devastating force.

If it were the Borneo Army, more than half of them would have died in this round of shelling!

However, what they are facing now are the "blue gophers" from Vault 404.

And it comes from the most elite Burning Corps!

This is not the first time that the players present have faced the Legion's tanks, so it is naturally impossible for them to stand there and let them do target shooting.

After firing a missile, Lao Bai immediately increased the output power of the power armor to the maximum, and disappeared before the barrel could move over.

By the time that round of shells covered him, he had already changed places and had even finished loading the third missile.

A slender column of white smoke came out of the woods, drew a steep line in the air, and slammed into a Conqueror 10, which was pulling the smoke and running away like crazy.

Without any suspense, the fleeing tank was like a can that was targeted by a can opener, turning into a ball of scrap metal in the boiling flames.

After a successful hit, Lao Bai did not look back to see the sparks of the explosion. He moved quickly towards the next shooting point, and the observers in the corps had already confirmed the kill for him.

"Direct hit! Well done!" "Hurry up and lock in the next one."

"receive!"

It wasn't just Lao Bai who was carrying the missile launcher, and there wasn't just one "pigeon" flying out of the forest.

The alliance's five hundred players work in pairs, scattered in woods and fields more than ten kilometers wide. One person is responsible for locking and observing, and the other is responsible for loading and firing.

Although the tail flame of the missile will reveal the position of the "shooter", the protection and mobility of the "Xiaguang" power armor make the legion's tanks helpless.

Unless they are hit by an armor-piercing projectile, or a high-explosive projectile explodes at a very close distance, the shrapnel generated by the explosion alone is not enough to render those flexible armored infantry incapacitated!

On the Legion's side, their tanks looked like paper in front of those missiles.

The successive explosions made the three armored centurions who rushed forward almost despair.

They had rushed into the swaying woods that had been bombarded by artillery fire, but the situation had not improved in any way, and they were still suffering continuous casualties.

"...Damn it! They are equipped with power armor!" "What are those missiles?!"

"They're moving too fast! We need infantry reinforcements!"

It was not just the right side of the Armored Thousands that fell into despair. The pessimistic mood quickly spread to the entire battlefield.

Looking at the burning scrap metal on the northeast side and the approaching flames, Renekton was shocked, angry and stunned, and fell into complete despair.

How did these guys do it? !

The spaced armor of Conqueror 10 can defend against the metal jets of traditional armor-piercing projectiles, and the protective power of the armor material itself can block all kinetic energy artillery with traditional firing principles!

Not only that, Conqueror 10's full protection system has the ability to resist the overpressure of aerial bombs, and can also resist the threats of poison gas and radioactive materials!

For the survivor forces whose technological strength was before the early era of prosperity, their advantage was almost absolute!

As for the survivor forces whose technical strength is above that of the early era of prosperity, they can rely on their huge scale and unparalleled cohesion to win.

This efficient expansion model has been tried and tested over the past century and a half. And this is the source of their confidence!

However, this time, they kicked on the iron plate.

The alliance is like a barrel of hot molten iron. It relies on common beliefs to unite the originally conflicting Vault Dwellers and Wastelanders, welding the technologically advanced survivor forces and the large-scale survivor forces into a piece of iron. plate.

The power design and launch system of the missile came from Boulder City, the identification, guidance, and micro energy storage technology came from the South China Sea Alliance, and the most critical "plasma" warhead came from the company's plasma-related technology...

These technologies were integrated into Camp 101 and completed in the industrial zone of Auroville.

The advantage of technical strength is only superficial.

Just like prosperity in economic, cultural and other fields.

Renekton will never understand until his death where he lost.

What they were facing at this moment was not at all a certain settlement or a certain survivor force.

But all the survivors in the wasteland who have united!

In less than five minutes, all thirty tanks that were alone in the woods were destroyed!

Only a small part of the ammunition rack and fuel tank were directly exploded, and the power system of another part was destroyed. The crew was forced to abandon the vehicle and surrender.

With the fighting will of the Weiland people, there are naturally many stubborn resisters among them.

However, facing the alliance's most elite infantry, the weak resistance did not even raise a splash, and was knocked to the ground by the hail of bullets from the woods.

As the right position collapsed, this "armored spearhead" that drove straight in quickly became like a lame mad cow, losing its balance and getting stuck in a muddy wilderness.

A total of eighty of the ninety-two tanks were scrapped on the way forward.

As for the remaining twelve vehicles, they were scrapped on the way back. Looking at the burning steel in the wilderness, Ye Shi, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh my god... this upgraded version of the plasma warhead is too powerful!"

This upgraded version of the "Pigeon" type is at least five times more powerful than the original armor-piercing projectile with traditional charges!

Before that, except for the "No. 60 vehicle-mounted electromagnetic gun" and the crotch-piercing suicide drone, they really had no good way to deal with the Legion's Conqueror No. 10.

Guang Feng, who was squatting next to him, glanced sideways at him.

"Do you think that thing is cheap?"

The technological content of this plasma missile is no less than that of a nuclear bomb.

At least he, a physics professor, couldn't figure out how to integrate those complicated devices into a small warhead.

Just like a savage who has just learned to drill wood to make fire and cannot figure out how to ignite a lighter.

To him, this thing is the "primitive lighter", and currently they are still at the stage of studying how to "make high-temperature plasma burn more stable and longer."

Ye Shi didn't think about so many troublesome things, and he didn't even bring it into reality at all, he just said with a smile.

"Whether it's expensive or not, at least it's cheaper than a tank, right?"

"...Maybe, I don't understand this thing very well, you may have to ask Fang Chang."

Kuangfeng glanced at the western sky, looked at the dark clouds getting closer, and continued.

"However, the real trouble is never on the ground. I feel that the trouble in the sky might be bigger."

This time the Southern Legion invested a total of five airships.

Compared to the torrent of steel on the ground, the fortresses floating in the sky are the real deadly threat.

The same tactic is unlikely to succeed twice.

Whether it's gang warfare, phase weapons or high-power electromagnetic guns, the Southern Legion will definitely be on guard.

But putting aside those long-term concerns, they did win the current blocking battle.

And it was a hearty victory!

Whether in a tactical sense or a strategic sense, they successfully blocked the Legion's furious offensive rhythm and severely dampened the arrogance of the Vaillant people.

At this time, a fixed-wing drone that had exhausted its energy slowly landed near the two people.

Guangfeng walked up and picked it up, folded the wings, and stuffed it into the charging backpack on his back.

"...The Legion's 300,000th team is only ten kilometers away from us. They have discovered that their front teeth have been knocked out. It's time for us to move."

After patting the mud and grass clippings on his trouser legs, Ye Shi stood up from the ground and helped up the small off-road electric donkey that fell aside, and responded with a smile.

"receive!"

·....

Carrying the equipment dropped by friendly forces, the victorious Burning Legion spread out on the battlefield in an orderly manner.

They only lost three powered armors and seven exoskeletons in the entire battle. The lost equipment may be repaired behind the scenes, and it may still be usable, and the good brothers who died in the battle can take a special flight back to the front line in a week at most, and it will be no big deal.

Rounding it off, they had approximately no battle losses, and at most they only spent some valuable ammunition.

On the other hand, the Southern Army was defeated by an entire "heavy armored regiment".

For the Southern Army, which had few armored forces, this loss was not unbearable.

When Ryan, who was several kilometers away, learned that Renekton had been killed in action, he was so angry that he almost sprayed a mouthful of blood into the command vehicle.

That's his direct descendant!

At the same time, it is also the most elite armored force he has!

Although he didn't actually vomit blood, blood was flowing in his heart.

Clenching his fist tightly, Ryan's facial muscles were twisted into a ball, and his ferocious face was filled with anger.

From the moment he received the news to now, he didn't say a word, but everything he wanted to say was written on his face.

"...I'm going to kill them!"

Looking at the furious commander, the adjutant and staff sitting across from him kept their mouths shut, not daring to take a breath, but they were equally furious in their hearts.

Those more than a thousand brothers must not die in vain... Their enemies will pay a heavy price!