This Game Is Too Realistic

The ear-piercing scream broke through the gray-green fog, and after a muffled sound, a black shadow hit the concrete pile.

The nearby players immediately aimed their guns at the black shadow.

However, before he could clearly see what it was, he heard an explosion, and the black shadow instantly exploded into pieces, with black mucus and roasted meat flying everywhere.

The stench stuck to the gas mask.

The player ducked and cursed.

"grass!"

"Destroyer!"

Fortunately, Tuo was far away, so there were no casualties.

However, at this moment, the shrill scream sounded again, and dozens of black shadows in the thick fog drew parabolas, smashing into the players' positions.

Explosions sounded one after another, gray-green smoke flashed on the position, and black mucus and pieces of meat spattered.

Although the damage is not high, the range is not large, and there is no accuracy, after forming a certain number, it still causes a lot of trouble to the players.

One player was killed on the spot and four others suffered minor injuries.

The battlefield atmosphere team was shocked and subconsciously said.

"Damn it! Did they throw the bomb victims as grenades?!"

That thing must weigh twenty or thirty kilograms at least, right? !

You must have a lot of arm strength to be able to throw this thing so far!

Commander Quan Shui immediately made a decision and said:

"Class A, please take cover!"

"Class B fires high-explosive bombs!"

There was a chorus of bangs and bangs from the left position.

Twelve 20mm high-explosive bombs penetrated into the thick gray-green fog and burst into an orange-yellow fire.

Although there is no field of view, we can still make predictions based on the trajectory of the parabola.

The attack seemed to be effective, and the number of victims flying in the sky was suddenly reduced by half.

Then came the second and third rounds of volleys. Explosions continued to come from the thick fog, and were even accompanied by the sound of several explosions from time to time.

The alien position was littered with casualties.

Some were killed by high-explosive bombs, and many were killed by their own people.

Standing on the front line, Commander Quanshui was overjoyed. He could feel with his naked eyes that after these rounds of volleys, the alien attack had obviously weakened!

It seems that they are aware that this situation will end sooner or later. The alien species in the thick fog no longer hesitated and began to continue attacking the players' positions.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, each of the sturdy monsters rushed out of the thick fog with heavy steps.

They are two meters long, with fat belly swaying from side to side, and their necks seem to be connected to their chins. From a distance, they look like piles of walking meat, like trolls in a fantasy world.

This kind of monster has never been seen in the northern suburbs, and the players were shocked as it crouched behind concrete stones.

"Damn it, what kind of alien species is this?"

“I haven’t seen it in the official illustrated book.”

"Alien version of mutant?!"

"Warhammer Ogre?!"

"I feel a bit like asking for a tank..."

"Just replace muscle with fat."

Behind the fat man running wildly with his belly and arms swung, the nibblers followed him like little ghosts.

Tu guy.

Has Bu Tan Xie been sorted out?

The players were surprised, and they were not distracted by it. They were playing in a group now, so they didn't have time to chat.

After entering the shooting range, the machine guns deployed on the houses on both sides opened fire first, unleashing ferocious firepower on the running aliens.

Immediately afterwards, the players in Class A also tightened their triggers and fired at the alien species that rushed up.

Compared to the tyrants whose whole bodies are covered in horny armor, although these running potbellies have thick blood, their defensive power is not high. A 7mm full-power rifle bullet may pass through the gnawers, but it will not hit them. Just now.

I saw strings of black blood mist exploding from the plump piece of meat, and the rolling shrapnel created cavities in their bodies, directly blowing off their limbs.

The eaters who gathered around them suffered heavy casualties in the face of machine gun fire. Occasionally, a few high-explosive bombs hit them, leaving them with broken limbs and arms, and they fell instantly!

A few pot-bellied nibblers touched the edge of Class A's position, and they quickly discovered that the brutal battle had just begun.

The players in the front row decisively ceased fire, picked up spears, short axes, and even sticks and shovels that were lying on the ground, and went to greet these alien heads.

The players in the back row continue to fire support, reducing the pressure from the front for the players in the front row.

The players standing in front are all old players who have experienced multiple versions. Not only are their panel data much stronger than ordinary people, but they also have rich combat experience. It is not easy to deal with these alien species.

Even if they are faced with three or even four predators at a time, they can easily deal with them without falling behind.

The fierce battle lasted for an hour.

Under the cross fire from the buildings on both sides, the second wave of Tidal Wave's offensive finally began to gradually weaken, and in the end only a few nibblers and "fat men" were left attacking the players' positions.

However, it is already the end of a strong battle!

The battlefield atmosphere team waved the engineer shovel in their hands and easily split open the head of a gnawer. When he kicked it down with his foot, he pulled out the shovel.

Two more gnawers rushed up from beside him. He didn't panic at all. He stabbed and slashed, and cleanly chopped off the heads of the two gnashers.

Black blood splattered all over.

The battlefield atmosphere team raised his arm, wiped the black blood on the gas mask, turned back and smiled at me.

"This thing is too useful!"

I was struggling to pull the bayonet out of the gnawer, breathing heavily.

"MMP, how many more waves are left in the opponent's offensive?"

"I don't know, it might last all night."

"What the hell?" I was shocked. "Then it's going to be dark again in reality?!"

"What are you afraid of? You've only lived for a few hours anyway."

Hanging the engineer shovel on his waist, Zhanjie Lao looked ahead and squinted his eyes.

What’s one night?

If the "anti-addiction mechanism" is taken away, he can fight all day long!

The Tidal Wave offensive paused for a moment, and there were only sporadic gunshots on the position.

The players are a little tired, but their morale is still high.

As of now, except for the dead and ten injured in Class A, Class B and Class C are still almost in full condition!

At this moment, good news came from behind.

More than twenty new recruits ran over from the street behind, carrying ammunition boxes.

"Ammunition! Ammunition is coming!"

The news of supply delivery made many players breathe a sigh of relief.

In the previous two rounds of offensives, the number of aliens that rushed towards them was at least six thousand 㦳. Even if everyone saved their bullets, a lot of them were still consumed.

When setting off, most players only carried six magazines, and now many players only have one magazine left.

This batch of ammunition came at the right time!

Quan Shui didn't have time to rest, so he immediately asked the players in the team to divide 14 boxes of ammunition and send them to Class B and Class C on both sides of the position.

There is the fulcrum of firepower.

The remaining 6 boxes of ammunition were distributed to the brothers in Class A.

There are approximately 1,000 to 1,100 rounds of ammunition stuffed into an ammunition box. In addition to sending 2,000 rounds of ammunition to the two machine guns, the remaining 35 players can only distribute about 110 rounds each.

"Why so little?" Quan Shui asked with a frown.

The man in charge of delivering ammunition, Shirogane, said helplessly.

"I also want to send more. Ammunition has to be sent from the rear to the front. This is already the entire inventory of Street 68. The manager has asked us to send them all."

Quan Shui nodded and continued to ask.

"How is your fortification construction going?"

Before Shirogane's hand could speak, Shirogane's sword next to him interrupted and said: "One-third of the construction progress has been completed! We piled concrete blocks into barricades, pulled up barbed wire on the street, and stopped large alien species. Push the stakes forward.”

"The residents of Beit Street and the serfs of Brown Farm have all been mobilized, and other players are joining in continuously. It feels like at least a thousand people have been mobilized!"

"Maybe it can be done in the morning!"

The northern suburbs have reached a critical moment of life and death, and no one dares to take it lightly.

Hearing that one-third of the fortifications had been repaired, Commander Quanshui breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment of pause, he walked in front of everyone and glanced at the players delivering supplies.

"Which of you knows how to use a gun?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone's eyes lit up, and twenty hands were raised involuntarily.

"Me me me!"

"I can! I play the FPS game Thief 6!"

“I was at the shooting range!”

Commander of the Fountain: "..."

It's really 100% new.

However, now is not the time to pick and choose.

After choosing a player who seemed to be reliable, Quan Shui gave them the guns of the dead players, taught them how to shoot, and then warned them.

"Remember to watch the monster before firing!"

"Also, don't point your gun at your own people."

Holding the rifle in his hand, Shirogane's father said excitedly.

"Brother Tu Le!"

While he was talking, the thick gray-green fog suddenly shrank, and then expanded rapidly.

Just like breathing!

The players who stood on the battlefield had finished their rest and were looking at the gray-green mist in full formation.

At this time, a muffled sound hit the ground, the cracked concrete pavement trembled faintly, and stones continued to shake off from the building.

Everyone was tense.

At this moment, a dull and long sound, like a train whistle, echoed on the shattered ruins.

A huge foot, as thick as a bridge pier, stepped on the concrete ground, followed closely by a huge head, emerging from the thick fog.

"Fuck...what is that?!"

My darkest eyes widened, and my protruding eyeballs wanted to pop out of their sockets, staring straight ahead.

He felt surprised that he had eaten more food today than he had in the past week.

Not only him, but the other players next to him also had surprise and disbelief written on their faces.

Countless pieces of meat were piled up into a hill that was one story high. Rotten skin crawled from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and the ugly face was covered with sludge-like hyphae and mucus.

It has no head, only a rotten mouth, and a larger mouth on its belly that keeps opening and closing, with ominous gray-green smoke floating around.

From time to time, alien species such as gnawers would fall out of the bloody mouth, and then stand up from the ground staggeringly.

Commander Quan Shui's eyes instantly shrank, he put his hand on the earphone and shouted.

"Attention, teams, the boss appears!"

"Class B and Class C fire! Armor-piercing incendiary bombs! Three volleys!"

"Suppress it!"

The suture behemoth is like a wall blocking the fire net, and behind it are swarms of alien species. If this guy is allowed to get close to the position, the consequences will be disastrous!

A uniform response came from the communication channel.

"Take it!"

Guns and artillery fired in unison, and 24 anti-tank rifles sprayed thick and long tongues of fire!

Armor-piercing incendiary bombs traced orange-yellow trajectories in the air, heading straight for the giant beast sewn from flesh and blood!

Facing the focused fire of the players, the giant stitched beast opened its mouths, one large and one small, and let out a dull roar from its throat buried in fat.

The aliens gathered around him began to speed up and run forward.

The third round of the offensive has officially begun!

"MMP! This boss's blood is too thick!"

My shoulders were sore from the shock.

Putting the 37mm lance on the ground, Kakarot cursed, stuffed an armor-piercing incendiary bomb into the chamber, and then pulled the bolt.

boom--!

The huge recoil even shook up the dust on the ground.

However, when the cannonball hit the mountain of meat, it was still like a needle poking into cotton, with no reaction at all.

Completely ignoring the firepower focused on him, the flesh and blood stitched together into a giant still walked forward steadily.

Crouching at the forefront of the battle line, the battlefield atmosphere team shouted anxiously behind them.

"Damn it, Quan Shui, please think of something!"

"Shut up, I'm thinking!"

Quan Shui's head turned quickly, staring at the five-story meat mountain.

He saw with his own eyes that the guy's head was hit by at least six armor-piercing and incendiary bullets. Logically speaking, his brain should have been scorched.

unless……

Is the head not its weak point at all? !

There was no time to hesitate, he made an immediate decision.

"Attention machine gunners and anti-tank riflemen! Don't waste bullets on that mountain of meat!"

"Get rid of those crawlers!"

"All 37mm lances! The armor-piercing bullets are focused on its left leg! Hit it towards the joint!"

It doesn't matter if you don't drop it.

At least make it stop!

The attack seemed to be working.

The firepower deployed on the tall buildings on both sides was wildly outputted, and his left knee was hit by several rounds of armor-piercing bullets. The giant tilted his body, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

The billowing dust kicked up, and the bottom air wave even rolled away the surrounding spore cloud. Countless gnawers and even crawlers were crushed by the huge body.

Machine gun bullets passed over its corpse, frantically harvesting the alien species behind it.

Anti-tank rifles continued to fire, targeting the Crawlers and Tyrants, preventing high-threat targets from approaching the position.

The battle situation suddenly became tense.

At this moment, Commander Quanshui suddenly heard a voice (like the sound of nature) from the communication channel.

"Supporting firepower is in place!"

"Hang on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of cannons were heard in the distance.

Several white phosphorus bombs rose into the sky, and the dazzling white light lit up the night.

Under the strong light, the gnawer's movements were obviously a little stiffer, and his forward speed also slowed down by half a beat.

The stitching beast lying on the ground struggled to get up, but at this moment, four lightning-like arcs flashed across the sky.

Many players saw the strange situation in the sky and raised their heads with expressions of surprise on their faces.

"Look to the sky!"

"airplane?!"

Two long-shuttle aircraft were in tandem, with the plasma engines on both sides of the wings emitting arcs of fire, whizzing past Qingquan City like meteors.

Twelve jet-black warheads were dropped from the belly of the two planes, starting from the prostrate sewing beast on the ground, and swept towards the rear.

Boom——!

In an instant, fire shot into the sky.

The shock wave of the explosion filled the entire street, and the boiling flames instantly engulfed all the alien species on the street.

The boiling heat wave even blew to the players' positions, scorching the corpses of the eaters on the ground.

"That is……"

Staring blankly at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, Commander Quan Shui swallowed.

“The plane from Boulder?”

So strong!

If only shelters had such strong firepower!

The flames of the incendiary bombs created a vacuum zone. After struggling for a while, the giant beast, whose whole body was on fire, soon lay on the ground without moving.

The spore clouds were replaced by thick smoke, and the whole street was filled with a burning smell that could be smelled from far away artillery positions.

Cheers of victory rang out all around, and players shouted awesome and 666.

"Thanks to the planner dad for the rocket!"

"Oh my god...this power is too powerful!"

"How many people were killed in this wave?"

"Let's say at least two to three thousand...four thousand is not impossible."

Because of their blockade, the wave pressed heavily in front of the position. This wave of air strikes even washed away the spore clouds released by the fruiting bodies.

But there was still some confusion in Quan Shui's head.

Where did this air strike come from?

…

At the temporary command post a few miles away, Chu Guang, who was wearing power armor, slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he stared at the picture on the screen.

"Finally caught up."

A few days ago, he ordered Xu Shun to purchase support from the militia of Boulder City.

Each of the 12 incendiary bombs is worth 60,000 chips. If there are more than 6 incendiary bombs, the delivery fee will be free within Qingquan City.

Good quality and low price.

In fact, Chu Guang originally planned to hire mercenaries to help fight, but the distance from Boulder City to Street 65 was too far, and the price/performance ratio was not high.

So he simply changed his mind and used the contact information collected from the radio to directly rent a militia plane and purchase a wave of air strikes.

It seems now.

The money is still worth it.

As for where the chips come from?

Of course he couldn't afford so much, but he could borrow it from Liszt.

Lister's battery factory and exoskeleton factory have just opened, and he is now tied to the chariot in Vault 404.

Besides, Chu Guang's reputation was pretty good, and he had a large reserve of spiritual leaves in the warehouse. Liszt was not worried that he would not be able to repay the money, but wished he could borrow more.

"The troops on the front lines should be able to take a breather."

On the front line, sporadic flames burned.

The backlog of corpses piled up into hills.

From time to time, the sound of mortars could be heard in the distance, and the 88mm high-explosive shells fell into the thick gray-green fog in the distance, leaving a trail covered with artillery fire.

The boss has been licked by the air raid.

There were only a few fish left that had slipped through the net, still struggling on the corpses on the ground.

"...Is it over?"

Quan Shui slowly relaxed in his heart. Perhaps he thought the problem was too complicated. This blocking battle might not be as difficult as he imagined.

There are still six hours before dawn, and they have already caused one-tenth of the casualties to the alien species.

However, at this moment, a large number of gunshots suddenly came from the enemy's position. Quan Shui suddenly looked towards the building not far away, but only a few flickering firelights were seen in the darkness.

Urgent sounds came from the communication channel.

"The left position encountered a large number of crawlers!"

"It's the same on our side! The side position was attacked—fuck!"

"Damn! Where did these bitches come from?!"

The sound of rifle fire and the screams of the crawlers came from the communication channel. The players stationed there started a hand-to-hand fight with the aliens who had invaded the building.

Listening to that voice, it's obvious there's more than one!

A drop of cold sweat streaked across Quan Shui's forehead.

Just when he was about to allocate manpower to support the positions on both sides, a black shadow suddenly shot out of the thick fog amid the heavy flames.

When I saw that figure clearly, I subconsciously let out a cry of surprise.

"Power armor?!"

To be precise, it was a powered armor that had been engulfed by slime mold. The gaps in the rusted armor were filled with dark red pieces of flesh. A layer of dark red fungi was also crawling on the steel surface from the breastplate to the leg armor. blanket.

Steel and flesh were organically combined to form a different-looking suture monster. However, what is surprising is that the running posture is the same as that of a real person!

The positions on both sides that were attacked by the crawlers barely opened fire. Two rounds of 37mm armor-piercing bullets hit the thick breastplate and traced a steep upward trajectory.

Failed to penetrate!

The eyes of the Battlefield Atmosphere Team widened.

T-10 Power Armor!

He saw it on the forum!

That was the photo taken by Elder Brother Fang when he visited Boulder City for the first time. The militia of Boulder City used exactly this set of armor!

Was he captured by slime mold?

There was no time to think about the reason, and the players around them squeezed the triggers and fired at the powered armor, trying to stop it from moving forward.

However, when the 7mm shuttle hit it, it was like a joke, and it couldn't even make it pause.

The distance of hundreds of meters flies by in an instant.

The powered armor rushed to the player's position, waving its arm embedded with a chain saw, and took away two lives in an instant.

I wanted to take a roundabout way, but as soon as I turned around and took a step back, I was split in half by the roaring chain saw.

This unlucky big brother had just been resurrected a few hours ago. This time he didn't even say "boil" before he physically went offline again.

Seeing that the powered armor was staring at them, the battlefield atmosphere team knew that they could not escape. They threw away their rifles with empty magazines, pulled out their engineer shovels and charged forward.

A chain saw struck him head-on, and the speed shocked him. Even with his natural dodge activated, the roaring chain saw still cut off his arm.

The arm is bleeding profusely!

His consciousness fell into a trance for a moment.

The warlord barely stayed awake, pulled out a combat dagger with his left hand, and stabbed the gap on the side of the powered armor that was filled with dark red slime mold.

"Die to me!"

However, the powered armor was one step ahead of him, stretched out its left arm, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up from the ground.

The dagger was swung empty.

Huge pressure came from his neck, and the warrior felt it was difficult to breathe. His whole face turned red, and he felt as if his head was going to explode.

He threw the dagger in his hand at the iron lump covered with slime mold, but it only made a crisp sound and was of no use at all.

This damn thing probably inherited the defense of power armor. A 37mm armor-piercing bullet would only leave a scratch on it, let alone a dagger!

The white silver sword next to him held out the bayonet in his hand, and rushed up to help with a cry. However, before he got halfway, he was thrown to the ground by a creeper, and his neck was bitten off.

"Oh my god! Lao Jian! Ah ah ah, I will fight with you!"

Seeing the aliens rushing towards his face, Shirogane's father, whose rifle jammed, pulled out his hatchet and bravely charged forward, but was soon overwhelmed by the gnawers.

The battlefield was chaotic, with gunshots everywhere.

Players and aliens are involved in a melee.

Both sides are ruthless characters who are not afraid of death. Their courage and morale have lost their meaning at this moment.

The entire street turned into a bloody meat grinder in an instant, drawing both warring parties into each other. The lives of both sides were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn..."

I've gone too far with my pretense, I'm afraid I'm going to get upset this time!

When he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, the warlord cursed in his heart.

Before his consciousness was far away, he used his last strength, touched his waist with his left hand, and dropped the fuse hidden there.

This is an institution he made himself.

I just never had the chance to use it.

Six grenades emitted green smoke at the same time.

Staring at the scarlet eyes under the tin can, he took a sip of blood and sprayed it on its face.

"...die!"

This spit made the tin can slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to do.

At this moment, the fire exploded!

The warlord was blown to pieces without any suspense.

The flames of the explosion caught the powered armor off guard, and a large area of ​​germ carpet was blown away, but it did not cause any substantial damage to him.

Class A's defense line has been penetrated.

With the collapse of the frontal front, the two flanks, which were already locked in a bitter battle, were soon surrounded by alien species.

The battle continues.

Everyone is resisting heroically.

Even though it was clear to everyone that their death was doomed.

"...Sure enough, I was killed by the plot."

A wry smile appeared on Commander Quanshui's face.

The intensity of the fourth wave of attacks had obviously exceeded their ability to withstand it.

In fact, if it weren't for the previous wave of air strikes, they might not even be able to survive the third wave of offensives.

He did the best he could.

The rest will be left to the brothers behind...

Throwing away the empty magazine of his rifle, Quan Shui pulled out his pistol and shot at the surging gnawers, intending to fight with his teammates until the last moment.

You definitely can't escape by running anyway.

Where can he go with an intelligence system?

There is no need to think about hiding.

According to the updated information on the official website, when the spores in the air reach a certain concentration, the slime mold alien species will gain all-round perception of the area.

Every spore cloud is their eye!

Once the magazine was empty, Commander Quanshui reloaded silently.

㵔What surprised him was that the gnawers did not attack him, or even look at him, and rushed towards the position behind him, or rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street.

Thick fog spreads around.

It has completely engulfed him, and the surrounding visibility is less than one meter!

At this time, a vague outline suddenly appeared right in front of him.

It was a three-meter-tall giant, with pieces of dark red flesh dragging on the ground like a long skirt. Its headless face stared directly at him, with flesh-red tentacles flying behind it, like the hair of Medusa.

Although it is not a perception system, the spring water has a strong feeling.

The guy in front of me may be more dangerous than the giant beast in front of me that is two stories tall!

His index finger touched the earphones, he took a deep breath and said calmly.

"The artillery crew...fired at my position."

VM has marked his location.

It takes about half a minute to correct the coordinates.

After saying that, Quan Shui raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger towards the monster in front of him.

boom--!

Flames erupted from the muzzle.

The bullet hit the monster without even a trace of blood splattering. However, he did not stop and continued to pull the trigger.

It seemed to have successfully attracted the monster's attention.

Or maybe the monster was just coming for him.

The maskless face suddenly opened a crack, and a tentacle pierced through his mask and pierced his eye.

There was no time to react. Quan Shui only saw a flash of black shadow. Before he could see what was happening, he was disconnected from his game character.

Headphones on the ground.

The picture still continues to be transmitted.

The monster let out a hoarse whisper.

“…embrace evolution.”

Quan Shui, who had lost control of his conscious body, stood on the ground motionless.

The monster stared at him, seemingly confused about something.

After a while, there was a hint of disappointment in the scarlet pupils, and he slowly withdrew the tentacle.

The corpse gnawers around him swarmed forward and soon submerged the spring standing on the ruins. The spring water standing there was allowed to be eaten by them, motionless.

It was quiet all around, except for the crunching of chewing.

The picture is full of weird colors.

At this moment, there were sudden bursts of sound in the air, and dozens of mortar shells covered the area around the spring, with explosions of fire.

A cannonball landed nearby, and the gnawers surrounding the spring fell instantly.

Being hit by the shrapnel and shock wave of the explosion, the Medusa-shaped monster let out a shrill scream, and the pieces of flesh under its skirt rolled and quickly passed through the hot smoke.

The explosions continued one after another, and the streets were in chaos. The gunfire in the building had stopped, leaving only two explosions that sounded from time to time.

There was a deathly silence in the temporary command post several miles away.

The camera was cut off by the explosion, and the surrounding air was eerily quiet.

Vanus couldn't help but glance at Chu Guang.

Although the expression on his face cannot be seen through the mask, it must not be too good.

All 125 men were killed.

There are dozens of awakened people among them.

Even if their victory was fruitful, such a tragic loss would surely cast a shadow of gloom over the entire sanctuary.

"...They are true warriors."

Chu Guang nodded slowly.

"Yes."

The construction progress of the first line of defense has reached 60% and is expected to be completed before dawn.

Although there were still several hours until daybreak, the advancing wave had apparently stalled.

The warriors of 65th Street bought them enough time.

The culture chamber connected to the clone was lost and a new container began to be synthesized.

At the same time, with 125 players offline, the official website of "Wasteland OL" was abuzz with excitement...