This Game Is Too Realistic

The rain was pouring down.

In the mountain depression on the south side of Songlin Valley, tanks passed through the gate one after another, and, surrounded by predator infantry, rushed towards the southern front line.

According to the battle plan formulated by Dillon, they will take advantage of the rainy weather to attack the alliance's defense line.

At that time, the alliance's aircraft will definitely risk their lives to attack their armored groups, but under the interference of the heavy rain, those aircraft are nothing to be afraid of.

The quadruple anti-aircraft guns are already aimed at the sky, whether they are 7mm or 12mm.

Opening the hatch cover, Bagero leaned out half of the tank's turret, and the gunner sitting at his feet immediately complained.

"Hey, you got the rain in!"

"This little water is fine..."

Ignoring the guy, Bagero held up the telescope and looked at the southern sky, with several grooves forming on his brow.

"I always feel like something's not right."

It's too bright in the distance.

Although he couldn't tell what was wrong, it felt different from the usual rain.

"What could be wrong?" the driver said with a smile, "We just need to run over their trenches, and they will scatter like sewer cockroaches."

"It would be nice if it was really that simple." Bagropi chuckled and got back into the tank.

Then I thought about it and it seemed to be the same.

So what if the other party pulls some tricks?

In front of tank tracks, any conspiracy is a joke.

Bagro took off the intercom hanging on the inside of the turret and shouted to the other tanks in the formation.

"Speed ​​up!"

"We need to cover our infantry and rush to their high ground before the rainstorm ends!"

A clan tank is usually captained by a Legion tanker, with the driver, gunner, and loader all trained Raiders.

Of course, not every tank is like this.

The 27 tanks were divided into 5 echelons and advanced forward in an arrow formation.

In the gap between the arrows, in addition to the four-unit anti-aircraft truck, there is also a super-manned team.

Bagro led a tank formation with a total of seven tanks and served as the offensive forward. The team of men following them now was led by a raider named Wabu.

This awakened person with barbarian ancestry was once a bounty hunter and was active in the Bugra Free State, known as the "Sin City". Because of his thirst for blood and trophies, he took the initiative to join the banner of the Bone-Chewing Tribe.

The same is true for most of his subordinates.

They are more ferocious and cruel than ordinary predators. Some of them were once gladiators in the ring, some were slave owners, private soldiers, or even caravan guards. Although the reasons for the Gaiya clan are different, their desire for the ultimate hope is the same.

Falling into their hands as a prisoner would not be much better than falling into the hands of other predators. Even the tribesmen of the Bone Chewing Tribe learned a lot from these foreigners in their abuse of captives.

Singing war songs, Wabu led his men forward in the rain.

But at this moment, a loud bang came from the side, splashing muddy water several meters high, startling everyone who was walking, and they fell to the side one after another.

The singing stopped suddenly.

However, the expected explosion did not occur.

Wabu got up from the ground angrily, wiped the mud off his face, strode towards the mud pit that was smashed out by something, and grabbed a person casually.

"What just happened?!"

The captured predator said nervously.

"Yes, something fell from the sky."

"Nonsense, I'm not blind. I'm asking you what the thing that fell just now was!" Wabu pushed the man with his big hand and staggered, then stretched out his thick finger and pointed at the mud pit, "A I’ll go take a look.”

What good thing could it be if it fell from the sky?

He didn't dare to look over.

If it explodes as soon as you walk over, it will be a bloody disaster for eight lifetimes.

"Yes Yes!"

Although the predator was scared, he did not dare to resist. He trotted closer to the mud pit and saw a deformed steel pipe - or something similar - inserted in it.

Out of curiosity, he squatted on the ground and reached out to touch it, but he quickly pulled his hand back as if he was getting an electric shock.

"hiss--"

So icy!

He almost lost a layer of skin on his fingers!

Wabu shouted in a rough voice.

"What is that?"

"I don't know, it's just an iron can, about this big, and it's empty inside..." The predator stood up and answered, making a rough shape with his hand.

Although Wabu didn't see it too clearly, he was still a little relieved.

Just now he thought it was an alliance plane dropping the bomb, but now it seems that it shouldn't be.

Come to think of it, where is the plane coming from in the sky?

Dropping bombs on the clouds?

It would be a coincidence if it hits someone!

Wabu raised his voice and called for the loose team to regroup.

"Maybe it's a misfiring rocket. No matter what it is, don't worry about it for now. Put a branch next to it to remind people behind you to stay away. Let's move on! Let's set off with victory!"

…

Above the clouds.

An H-1 "Dragonfly" general aircraft was dragging a stream of fairy-like white mist, soaring above the milky white clouds.

Looking carefully, a layer of white frost has condensed on the tail of the plane.

Standing at the open rear cabin door, Brother Toilet, wearing a heavy cotton suit and a rope tied behind his back, was reaching out to support an aluminum alloy ammunition rack fixed on the cabin slide rail.

This thing was originally designed to hold 37mm artillery shells, but now it was filled with high-pressure steel cylinders that were one meter long.

These high-pressure steel bottles were fixed with iron wires, and the bottle mouths were open, pouring a white solid-liquid mixture toward the outside of the cabin.

In human terms, it’s just dry ice!

This is also the source of those white mist!

In fact, making dry ice is actually very simple. The carbon dioxide or air in container A is liquefied by pressurizing it. After cooling, the pressure is reduced so that it quickly absorbs a large amount of heat, causing the carbon dioxide in container B to quickly condense into a snow-like shape. solid.

The whole process does not involve any chemical reaction, it is a purely physical process. Generally speaking, if you have the conditions to make high-pressure cylinders, you can make dry ice.

Since they were not sure whether the specific demand for dry ice for artificial rainfall was ten kilograms or one hundred kilograms, they simply carried three times the recommended upper limit of dry ice - that is, three kilograms of dry ice - and circled the entire airspace. I flew back and forth several times.

"It's done...it's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to do it."

After pouring the last bit of dry ice, Brother Suo turned the winch with all his strength, closed the hatch, took off his gloves with a sigh of relief, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Brother Levin stepped forward to check the ammunition rack and suddenly frowned.

"Why is one missing?"

Brother Suo, who was resting, raised his head.

"One what?"

"Gan! What else could it be, a high-pressure steel cylinder!"

Brother Tousuo was stunned for a moment.

"ah?"

"Ah, you're so big!" Levin couldn't help but sneered, "Didn't I tell you? Keep an eye on me so you don't fall. Why did you fall?"

Brother Tousuo rolled his eyes: "How the hell can I see? It was so foggy just now! And didn't you tie up the high-pressure cylinder?"

Brother Levin said with a sad look on his face.

"What's going on? What if I get picked up by the other side?"

Brother Wusuo comforted him and said.

"Whatever! After all, the dry ice inside has run away. Even if it is picked up, the other side may not be able to see what it is."

There seems to be nothing wrong with saying that.

Brother Levin was slightly relieved.

At this time, someone sitting in the cockpit yelled back that he was unprofessional.

"What are you arguing about? Have you finished pouring the dry ice? Do you still need to take a lap?"

After returning to the seat and sitting down, Brother Levin put on his seat belt and shouted.

"It's done, let's return."

"Ook."

The fuselage is tilted on one side.

The H-1 Dragonfly turned the nose of the aircraft and began to return.

For this "Heavy Rain Plan", the Alliance Combat Command formulated two plans. One plan was to inject silver iodide with 㳎 rockets, and the other plan was to spray dry ice from aircraft.

If nothing is done——

Then there is no action.

Nothing in this world will definitely happen, and nothing will never happen.

Maybe there is no movement at all in these large dark clouds, maybe the heavy rain is solemn but lonely, maybe the other party is not waiting for the weather to change at all... These are not impossible.

Every plan is based on limited information and speculation.

Chu Guang was not sure of anything. After seeing the heavy rain, the other party chose to "all in" all the chips immediately.

However, judging from the low-altitude aerial footage taken by the drone, Chu Guang knew that he had made the right bet.

Twenty-seven Conqueror 10 tanks poured out of the blast holes, followed by ten modified anti-aircraft trucks.

The 100mm artillery deployed at the rear started a salvo fire on the Alliance position, and in just a few minutes, hundreds of artillery shells were poured out.

It seems to be retaliation for the previous rocket coverage, but in fact it is covering the advance of the large forces.

The Ya clan chose to put down all their belongings.

The 俴俥 alliance has also been prepared for it.

Players squatting on the front line are gearing up and ready to fight!

…

Inside the bombproof cave.

Listening to the deafening explosions outside, the debt-ridden man squatting next to the wall couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Oh my god...when did these bandits become so rich?"

In the past, the Ya clan's bombardment attacks would last for two or three rounds and then stop.

Unlike this time, they fought round after round for ten minutes without any sign of ceasefire.

Due to the rain, some stagnant water was poured into the bomb-proof cave. Fortunately, the players had already considered the impact of the weather and dug drainage ditches in the trenches and bomb-proof caves in advance. Although it was a bit urgent under the heavy rain. , but the impact is not very big.

Lying down next to the observation port of the anti-gun cave, holding the edge of the sight glass while paddling, he suddenly spoke excitedly.

"Enemy tanks appeared on the opposite hill! Seven of them in total!"

Coming!

Those predators really couldn't sit still!

"Seven? Isn't it twenty-seven?" The boy at the construction site holding the rifle and bricks counted on his fingers.

Sitting aside, Debt rolled his eyes.

"You are stupid. Twenty-seven is the total number of tanks. The other side is not stupid. How could they send all the tanks to us in a lump? Not to mention the traffic jam, the infantry behind them can't keep up. ”

The boy and Brick at the construction site nodded suddenly.

"That makes sense!"

The indebted man has already put on the headphones connected to the neural connection device and is eager to give it a try.

“Are you going to fly a drone?”

Edge of Water said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry! Wait until all the tanks on the other side are within range before attacking! Let's try to annihilate them at once and not give them a chance to retreat!"

The debtor said excitedly with big eyes: "Okay!"

Stationed on the high ground south of Songlin Valley is the Death Corps.

After nearly a month of continuous fighting, the level of the Death Corps has been raised to LV21, and the upper limit of its number has been raised to 300.

It is much easier to upgrade the corps level than to upgrade the character sequence level, especially now that it is a wartime state, it is the time to accumulate meritorious deeds.

As the first barrier in the northern part of Qingshi County, the high ground to the south of Songlinyu is the best place to block enemy armored forces.

The command issued by the headquarters is to destroy the enemy tanks at all costs and prevent the Ya clan predators from rushing to the high ground.

Edge paddling is a more radical idea.

Not only does he have to stop the iron coffins from charging in here, but he also has to keep the predators who charge with the tanks here!

Open the VM, place the support fire coordinates on the map, press the communication button and shout.

"...This is the Death Corps, calling for artillery support, located in the central area of ​​Songlin Valley, covering the firing rounds!"

A calm voice came from the communication channel.

"Command, the bombardment instructions have been sent."

Communication ends.

The sound of artillery fire on the position gradually stopped.

The opponent's tank troops have advanced within the combat range.

Edge of water switched the communication channel and turned on the team voice, then looked back at his comrades.

"Attention everyone, rush to the fighting position with your machine guns and anti-tank weapons immediately!"

"The enemy tanks are already close at hand, and victory will eventually belong to us!"

"Let the forest at the foot of our mountain become their grave!"

In response to his call, it is not uniform.

"Take it!"

"Fuck him!"

"Ouch!"

At the same time, alarm bells rang loudly at Shuguangcheng North Airport.

"Boarding-!"

With the sound of a mosquito, the young players in the flying group of the Goblin Corps ran and boarded their respective cars.

A total of fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft drove onto the runway from the hangar.

The tall 10mm cannon and the iconic 100kg aerial bombs, even heavy rain cannot hide the cold light.

Sitting on the plane, Mosquito put on his pilot's hat and checked the weapon system and instruments. At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at the big guy parked not far away.

H-1, a three-engine propeller aircraft, the latest product of Factory No. 81.

I heard that the dog next door was a dog, and I even named it "Dragonfly". I didn't even think about it because it was about myself.

But there is one thing to say. Compared with the ten-meter-long fuselage, the small plane under my crotch really looks like a fly.

But mosquitoes are not envious.

So what if it’s big?

This thing flying in the sky is like a coffin board.

In air combat, speed is the way to go!

"Haha, wait!"

Mosquito has already thought about it.

When he makes the W-3, the name will be Frog!

Connotation me?

Pattern!

At this moment, the team's voice channel was noisy.

"Coach! Are you sure this crap - I mean this plane can fly in the rain?" Luo Yu, who was sitting in the cockpit, shouted nervously.

"It's okay! I made it waterproof!" Mosquito replied casually.

"But, if the battery is hit by a bullet..."

Hearing this stupid question, Mosquito chuckled.

"Be confident. Even if it's a sunny day and your battery takes a hit, it will still be ruined."

Luo Yu: "Damn!"

He casually locked the voice of his teammates' team channel, and the chatter stopped abruptly.

Mosquito cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs with his duck-like voice.

"Don't think so much, just follow me and step on the switch, and that's it! Here's Ollie!"

The propeller broke up the tiny raindrops.

After depressing the switch to the bottom, Mosquito grasped the joystick tightly and pulled up the nose of the machine the moment the speed reached the threshold.

One after another, W-2 ground attack aircraft took off immediately, heading towards the sky above the Songlin Valley due north.

Entering the predetermined height, the mosquito accessed the friendly channel through VM.

"...There are mosquitoes here! We are on the road! How is the situation on the front line?"

The communication channel was full of noise.

From time to time there was the roar of explosions.

Listening to the chaotic sound, Mosquito couldn't help but click his tongue.

Good guy.

The fight has already begun!

After a period of chaotic sounds, the voice of Brother Margin came from the opposite side.

"...This is the Death Corps! The enemy tanks have entered the fighting range, and they are firing at us! Mom, how long do you have?!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Give me a specific time!" Bing Shui shouted.

"Ten minutes! We are moving forward at full speed!" After stepping on the switch, the mosquito shouted, "Hold on!"

…

Position on the south side of Songlin Valley.

The tank below the high ground raised its muzzle, and the 100mm main gun continued to bombard the high ground, suppressing the firepower on the high ground.

All the armored spearheads of the Ya clan have entered the battlefield.

The first echelon chose to attack the front of the position, while the second and third echelons spread out on both sides, preparing to launch attacks from three directions at the same time.

New Alliance bombardment also arrived on the battlefield at the same time.

The 100mm grenade fell from the sky, setting off billowing dust in the forest, causing considerable casualties to the marauders following the tanks.

However, these shells are still too weak for the Conqueror 10, and the explosion fragments and shock waves will only scratch the armor at best.

The anti-tank and defensive horses distributed at the edge of the forest limit the entry routes of the tanks, but it is obviously not enough to completely block heavy tanks like the Conqueror 10 by relying on these things.

However, the players stationed here have prepared other surprises for these tanks...

A tank drove along the edge of the forest, covering a ten-man team of Marauders, and circled towards the left side of the new alliance position.

As the vanguard of the offensive, they will take the lead in rushing to the high ground, occupying the new alliance and digging trenches on the high ground.

But at this moment, on the muddy ground not far from the tank, a wooden board covered with turf suddenly opened, and a man covered in mud and water jumped out.

There was a ring of explosives wrapped around his waist, and his body was covered in mud, like a ghost in the swamp. The looters around him were all stunned and had no idea what was going on.

The first person to react was the captain who was leading the team. He quickly raised the submachine gun in his hand.

But by the time he pulled the trigger, it was already too late.

I saw the man looking at the tank as if he saw a treasure. Without saying a word, he pulled out the fuse of the explosive and jumped on the tank's tracks regardless of his life.

The mouth filled with muddy water did not forget to shout excitedly.

"The mother pinches the cow——!"

Boom——!

Explosion and flames shot into the sky!

Caught off guard, the ten-man team following the tank fell instantly like wheat, causing heavy casualties!

The tank that was used as a bunker was also covered in pieces of meat and gunpowder residue.

Accompanied by a creaking sound, the right track rolled off the road wheel. The tank tilted and its body directly hit the tree trunk.

Watching the ten-man squad and the stalled tank being wiped out in an instant, Wabu, who was standing behind to supervise the battle, was dumbfounded on the spot and couldn't help but curse.

"Mom! What did it jump out of the ground just now?!"

The boy holding the rifle on the side said tremblingly.

"Okay, it seems to be a person."

"Human?!" Wabu's eyes widened, confusion written all over his face.

Are these people desperate for their lives? !

The tank under attack adjusted its posture and pointed its front towards the high ground. The top cover of the turret was opened, and the commander coughed and poked half of his head out of the turret, shouting to the infantrymen behind him.

"Our tracks are broken——"

Before he could finish his words, bullets were fired down from the hillside, scaring the commander into hiding in the turret.

The armor was scraped by bullets and made a clanging sound. The enraged tank immediately turned its turret and fired its coaxial machine gun towards the hillside. The main gun also fired a 100mm high-explosive round.

However, the people there had already moved away, and this shot did nothing except eat away a layer of turf.

Leaning out half of his body from the turret, Bagero used the hatch cover to protect the back of his head and shouted loudly at Wabu who was following the tank.

"Wabu, please watch your steps! Those blue coats have dug tunnels under the high ground! There may be many people hidden inside!"

Hearing the roar of [Armored Formation Captain Bagro], Wabu immediately reacted and shouted at his teammates at the top of his voice.

"Everyone, watch your step!"

"If you see anything suspicious, stab me with a bayonet!"

More than one tank broke down, and soon people emerged from the ground one after another, desperately charging at the tanks next to them.

Five of the seven tanks in the first echelon broke down instantly. The remaining two tanks did not dare to continue charging and could only stop on the ground to protect their teammates.

Following the tanks as they rushed toward the foot of the high ground, the marauders could only stick to the bunkers and endure the machine gun fire and mortar bombardment from above their heads.

Dilong stood on the high ground on the north side, holding a telescope in his hand and staring ahead with a frown.

In just ten minutes, the infantry advancing along with the tanks had been reduced by 40%, and tanks were missing from the first echelon one after another.

The New Alliance probably knew that it could not break the Conqueror-10 armor, so it targeted the relatively fragile tracks, and even launched suicide attacks.

The fighting spirit of these people is amazing.

It would be too naive to expect that this kind of childish method could be used to block the spearhead of his armor.

He has a total of seventeen tanks, fifty anti-aircraft trucks, and five thousand-man teams on the battlefield.

Once they break through the high ground on the south side of Songlin Valley, their armored forces can penetrate directly into the urban area of ​​Qingshi County, and even capture the town of Yuanxi, which is only ten kilometers away from the northernmost tip of Shuguang City in one go.

By then, the new alliance will no longer have any dangerous points to defend!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Dillon said in a deep voice.

"Follow up the fourth and fifth echelons, and attack along the forward route of the first echelon!"

After saying that, he looked at Xiong Ya standing aside.

"Prepare for the first round of offensive! Let your infantry follow up!"

Xiongya nodded excitedly and accepted the order.

"okay!"

Ten tanks waiting on the high ground on the north side began to set off, followed by ten anti-aircraft trucks and five centurions.

The overwhelming murderous aura filled the air in the rain.

Dillon narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to have seen the scene of the New Alliance's position being crushed by tank tracks.

But at this moment, the water drops sliding from the brim of the hat suddenly stopped.

Dillon was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at the sky, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that in the middle of the dark cloud, which was as thick as a quilt, it seemed as if it had been torn apart by something, leaving only a piece of light gauze-like thin cloud, which even leaked out of the clear blue sky behind it.

The looming blue is like a crack printed on a stone slab.

Dillon vaguely seemed to see a rainbow...

There were whispers from the subordinates nearby.

"Why did the rain stop?"

"It's only been raining for an hour..."

"Such a heavy rain will stop as soon as it stops..."

"Speaking of which, there is usually strong wind when it rains heavily, but there was no wind on this day."

The cold liquid passed across Dillon's forehead.

He couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or raindrops.

It rains...

It turned out to be human rain!

He has been fighting in the north and the Great Rift Valley for a whole time, and has seen all kinds of tactics. This is the first time he has encountered such a bizarre idea. The other party predicted his plan and used it to make him rain...

Careless!

In the rainbow in the distance, Dillon vaguely saw black dots emerging from the edge of the clouds in neat formations and diving towards the position below.

A hint of fear was written in his eyes, and the calm expression was no longer visible on his face. He pulled off the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

"Air defense convoy! Watch your heads!"

"The enemy plane is attacking!!"

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(I feel like I was infected through the network cable for nothing... They are all upper respiratory tract infections first, then [throat, then [bronchial tubes], and then they start to cough. But I haven’t stopped updating. I’m proud of you. Don’t say I’m short anymore. I’m really It’s not short anymore T.T)