This Game Is Too Realistic

"Team A, follow me! B and C will flank! Keep an eye on their respective targets. Even if there is only one dive, I will drop the bomb before I die!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Come on!"

Shouting loudly and giving the final order, Mosquito unlocked the permission of the entire team, and the communication channel was instantly filled with the excited shouts of the players.

"Ouch!"

Ten W-2 ground attack aircraft tilted their fuselages, and the three teams divided into three directions and began to dive towards the ground.

The 10mm cannon sprayed flames.

The propeller planes flashing with gunfire were like lancers descending from the sky, raining death from the sky.

Caught off guard by the rain of bullets, the looters following the tank charge took cover one after another and fled towards the woods ahead as if lifeless.

At the same time, the tank commander who led the fourth and first echelons forward shouted in a nearly crazy voice.

"Forward! Full speed forward!"

"Who dares to back off from me——"

"I will kill him with my own hands!"

This is the most correct choice.

Facing a diving bomb-dropping aircraft, stopping or retreating is the stupidest choice.

Only by rushing into the pine forest at downhill speed can we get a first-line opportunity.

Ten tanks rushed to the front line, their horsepower had been increased to maximum, and they rushed into the woods first. The marauders threw smoke grenades to cover the tanks behind them.

The battlefield was filled with smoke.

At the same time, ten quadruple anti-aircraft vehicles rushing to the front line with the tank troops also sprayed tongues of fire into the sky.

These anti-aircraft vehicle machine guns have different calibers. Although Dillon's plan is that all ten trucks are equipped with 12mm heavy machine guns in series, due to the Burning Corps' airborne operations that destroyed many modification production lines, most of the quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns are equipped with 7mm small ones. water pipe.

But even so, 50X4 machine guns fired at the same time, and the firepower was quite fierce.

The bullets flying from the ground to the sky were like retrograde snowflakes. In an instant, two gliders caught fire, dropped the aerial bombs in a hurry, and crashed into the woods.

"Damn it...these Dogecoins actually made tracer bullets!"

There were two gun holes in the cabin, and they almost brushed against the thighs. Mosquito cursed and turned the fuselage over, avoiding the anti-aircraft machine gun biting him while looking for opportunities to dive.

These plunderers probably learned the lesson from the last time, and this time they actually mixed copper salt into a small number of warheads! After a while, there was a green light tracer, which bounced from the ground to the sky.

Although limited by production technology and output, the tracer was weak and few, enough to help the machine gunners correct their shooting trajectories.

"I will fight with you!"

The cabin was overturned by a hail of bullets, and Luo Yu screamed. He simply stopped avoiding and stepped on the switch to the maximum, then pounced on the nearest tank.

Seeing the pendulum rushing towards his plane, the tank commander was so frightened that he peed on the spot. He immediately got back into the turret and shouted at the driver to avoid it.

But it's too late.

A flame burst out from the plane that was beaten into a sieve, and just one second before the battery exploded, an aerial bomb separated from the fuselage.

The huge aerial bomb almost hit the turret of the Conqueror 10 together with the wreckage of the plane. With a deafening explosion, the dust and mud from the explosion were thrown ten meters high. In the air.

The engine of a quad-mounted anti-aircraft truck was paralyzed on the spot because it was too close. The driver and co-pilot were shattered by the shock wave and their internal organs were shattered. They both died of bleeding from the mouth and nose.

As for that tank?

The connection between the turret and the car body was already dented. Although it was not blown away and did not catch fire, the crew inside was obviously dead and could not die again.

[Congratulations to player "Luo Yu" for successfully scoring the first tank kill in a battle. 】

[Since the player chose to make the achievement public, the achievement will be included in the relevant entries of "Battle of Songlinyu"...]

"Brother Tuo! See you in three days!"

Watching the word "㱕" floating across the VM, Mosquito mourned for his little apprentice for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, turned on the buzzer, and pressed the lever.

"I'll try my best too!"

One after another, the planes changed their course and plummeted downwards.

Not shot down.

䀴 is dive.

The ear-piercing shriek was like a horn blowing. Whether it was a tank or an infantryman, everyone seemed to be dodging and running away without their lives. In the eyes of the predators, those planes spitting out tongues of fire seemed to be no longer planes, but death scythes.

The fire network of anti-aircraft artillery can't stop them at all.

Often when one plane is blown up, the second plane takes advantage of the gap in the firepower network to rush out, and then crashes into them recklessly...

"Are they crazy?" Xiong Ya's eyes were filled with fear as he stood on the high ground on the north side as he looked at the successive fighter jets.

In just a few minutes, one tank was scrapped, and the remaining tank rushed into the pine forest in a panic.

Although they had temporarily avoided the crisis, they were caught in an embarrassing dilemma.

The continuous casualties were not only the Conqueror 10 tanks, but also their quadruple anti-aircraft trucks. Those red-eye aircraft were no longer limited to tanks, and instead launched dives against all targets that could be attacked.

What’s more, it’s a near-suicide dive!

Dillon frowned.

Rather than the opponent's disregard for the offensive method, he was more concerned about the opponent's tactical choices that were contrary to common sense.

To be honest, when the rain just stopped, his heart almost stopped beating for two seconds. Because it was expected that the opponent's pilots would not fight in heavy rain, most of their air defense units were dispersed on the high ground on the north side, waiting for opportunities.

Once those aircraft select the seventeen tanks in the first, second, and third echelons as attack targets, and the anti-aircraft firepower at a distance of two kilometers forms an effective deterrent, there is no doubt that their side will suffer heavy losses.

Dillon thought that if he were to take command himself, he would give priority to the air force to target tanks that had lost their ability to move due to their suspension, and evacuate the battlefield before the anti-aircraft troops arrived, waiting for an opportunity to conduct a second round of air strikes.

However...

The New Alliance aircraft, however, went against the norm and focused their firepower on the moving fourth and first echelons without hesitation.

These few shots were like rushing towards the face of the anti-aircraft truck.

This kind of moth-to-flame attack can be said to have "little success". Many aircraft were beaten into pieces on the way to the dive.

Although they lost a lot of anti-aircraft trucks as a result, the losses were negligible compared to the precious tanks.

As long as they can use up all the New Alliance's aircraft, what if all their anti-aircraft trucks are wiped out? Those anti-aircraft weapons on the body are prepared for aircraft...

Dillon frowned.

"I would rather know what they are planning."

Tumen probably guessed what his boss was thinking, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke.

"Perhaps in their view, those tanks that have lost their ability to move are not of concern? Since the other party has seen our deployment, they must have guessed our intentions. Once our fourth and first echelons merge with the first echelon, attack them One point will definitely open a gap in their defense line."

"It makes sense to think so, but it doesn't make sense," Dillon said in a deep voice, "Compared to the fourth and first echelons, the second and third echelons distributed on both sides are more threatening. After all, we are standing against them. From a standpoint, Songlinyu cannot be defended, so using up our tanks as much as possible is the best solution.”

unless……

The New Alliance thought they could hold off with a few trenches.

Dillon curled his lips.

What a huge appetite.

Not afraid of dying!

Xiong Ya listened to the conversation between the two with a blank expression, not understanding what they were talking about.

What is the optimal solution?

The plane on the opposite side has been completely destroyed. There are so many of them chewing on a mountain, and each one of them drowns the other side with his saliva!

Dillon raised his telescope and looked at the high ground on the south side.

Although the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties under machine gun fire, the same was obviously true on the opposite side. People were constantly beaten to pieces by machine guns, or blasted into the sky by tanks' 100mm main guns.

The New Alliance soldiers brought out recoilless rifles, but ordinary armor-piercing bullets could not break through the armor of the Conqueror-10, and could not even stop its forward speed for a second.

Seeing the sparks bursting from the tank armor and the distance of only twenty meters, Dillon raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"It's over."

When their infantry follows the tanks and rushes into the trenches, what awaits the defenders on the opposite side will be a massacre!

After the words fell, Dillon was about to put down the telescope, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

To be precise, it is not one piece, but one piece.

Six-rotor drones took off vertically from the trenches. After hovering for a short time, they jumped out like arrows.

The moment he saw the drone clearly, Dilong's pupils shrank suddenly, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

As if to confirm his guess, the drones seemed to have eyes and swarmed towards the tanks down and up the slope.

The tank closest to the trench was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. The coaxial machine gun fire could not keep up with the speed of the drone, especially in such a short time. There was no time to react.

One of the drones easily got under the tank's crotch.

The crew did not realize what had happened.

The same goes for the raiders who advance with the tanks.

Just when they were about to squat down to see what was under the tank, there was a dazzling light in front of them.

Before they even had time to think, the scorching shock wave hit them like a heavy hammer, and the broken corpses and minced meat were like kites with broken strings, blasting out from the sky in the light of fire and thick smoke. .

Hot blood covered the face of the predator down the slope.

The predators who were crawling down the slope were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they even forgot to move forward for a moment.

"What the hell is that?!"

With his chin firmly pressed against the ground, Wabu raised one eye and looked at the slope, his eyes filled with horror. He did not react even when gravel and dirt hit his face and scalp.

He only saw a black shadow, almost touching the ground, getting into the chassis of the tank that was almost driving to the edge of the trench.

Immediately afterwards, the eardrum-shattering explosion and the fire that shot up into the sky swallowed up the tank and the ten-man team behind it entirely...

The scrapped turret and road wheels rolled down the slope together.

A deep pit was blasted out of the earth slope below the tank, revealing wooden piles reinforcing the earthwork.

Those drones did not stop, and the second and third ones... also targeted the fragile chassis of the Conqueror 10. In the blink of an eye, three more tanks were disemboweled.

A rotary-wing drone was flying around in the sky, its rotors buzzing like a swarm of howling bees.

"Machine gun fire!"

"Knock out those drones!"

"Or we'll all die!"

Seeing several armored formations on the right side being wiped out, Baguero, who was commanding the first echelon, his eyes widened and his eyes were about to burst.

The coaxial machine guns of the seven tanks opened fire in unison, and the nearby Marauders holding submachine guns, automatic rifles, and light machine guns also opened fire, suddenly weaving a dense firepower network on the position.

If it were a quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun fire, it might actually be able to stop these small planes.

However, trying to rely on a few rifles to intercept a high-speed drone on a dusty battlefield with bullets flying around is nothing more than a dream.

Not to mention, in front of them, in addition to drones, there are friendly forces crawling on the slope...

The armored spearhead on the right side was completely shattered, followed immediately by the left side. Within a few seconds, nearly ten tanks were blown to pieces. The looters who charged with the tanks also suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

In just a blink of an eye, the armored spearheads attacked the new alliance's defense line in three ways, and only one in the middle was left.

And this one's leg was broken.

Seeing the swarm of drones rushing towards him, Bagero immediately climbed out of the tank and fled towards the woods behind him.

At almost the same time, hot air waves and shrapnel hit his back. He fainted before he could even let out a muffled groan...

The seven tanks in the first echelon were quickly scrapped, without even a chance to escape.

Seeing that something was wrong, the fourth and first echelon tanks quickly retreated, but their tracks could not outrun the drones, not to mention that they were stuck in the pine forest.

The retreating tanks were quickly overtaken by drones, and the pine forest exploded into flames. The looters who followed the tank charge were blown away and fled in all directions.

In the chaos, in addition to those who were killed by the bombing, many people were hit by stray bullets fired in a panic [...

In the distance, on the high ground on the north side.

The telescope fell from Dillon's hand.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield ahead and the iron coffins turned into scrap metal, a trace of despair gradually appeared on that expressionless face.

Twenty-seven tanks were wiped out...

More than half of the fifty anti-aircraft vehicles were destroyed, and the infantry supporting the advance of the armored forces suffered countless casualties.

The losses in this battle far exceeded his expectations!

The only good thing is that all fifty gliders on the opposite side were wiped out, and the drone swarm was also exhausted... If those just now were the entire wealth of the new alliance.

"...What should we do now?" Tumen asked Yu nervously as he looked at the commander.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and Dillon quickly calmed down.

"Let the artillery and the 3000th Army prepare... The resistance of the new alliance is at the end of its strength, and the sacrifice of the vanguard cannot be wasted."

Thinking about it from another angle, the opponent has already exhausted all the available cards.

Although our own side suffered heavy casualties, it must be hard on the other side as well!

With a trembling voice, Dillon ordered.

"At least we have to take down this high ground!"

"yes……"

Tumen swallowed, moved his stiff neck, and nodded quickly.

Even when he was fighting the Great Rift Valley in the north, he had never seen such a terrifying expression on this man's face.

Even then, the situation they faced was far more serious than it is now...

…

On the New Alliance position.

Looking at the messy battlefield at the bottom of the mountain, with the bloody construction site workers and bricks on their foreheads, he excitedly punched the trenches.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

The force of nearly twenty points almost made a hole in the wooden pile.

Pity.

㱗In this kind of positional battle where bullets are raining down, the use of strength is not very obvious. In a hand-to-hand combat with bare hands, he can defeat a ten-man team by himself.

The drum hair washing machine lying next to me couldn't help but sigh.

"This is really cool."

When they fought with the Bone-Chewing Tribe half a day ago, the only equipment they had at their disposal were Mosquito's heartless rockets and Factory 81's 20mm "lance." Their firepower was completely outgunned by these indigenous people who had inherited the legion's legacy. head.

The only tank that was destroyed was a surprise victory thanks to the cover of heavy snow and the power of the metal hydrogen battery explosion.

How is it like now? Machine gun bullets are firing, drones are swarming on the ground, propeller planes are swooping down in the sky to drop bombs, and 100mm artillery is blasting continuously from behind...

They have never fought such a rich battle!

"Damn, you guys were so happy, I almost fainted..." The big-eyed debtor wearing headphones came out of the shell-proof hole and muttered while shaking his groggy head.

Operating five drones at the same time put a lot of load on his brain.

He felt like he had five eyes and thirty hands, and the most terrible thing was that these parts had different places.

Controlling a rotor drone that maneuvers in all directions is much more difficult than operating a four-legged "crawler". Even if the operating system developed by Xiaoqi simplifies the operation process, it will be difficult to take care of it without a certain amount of "brain capacity".

However, no one paid attention to the big-eyed man’s small complaint at the moment.

Firstly, everyone's ears were almost deafened by the shells, and secondly, the entire position was filled with joy.

If you don't shout at the top of your voice, no one will hear you.

"Twenty-seven tanks were all wiped out, and the looters down the slope were almost completely dead and injured..." He held the edge of the telescope and paddled, with excitement written on his face, "Good guy, we just wiped out at least a thousand-man team!" "

Plus half an armored battalion!

[At this point, it doesn’t matter whether the position can be defended or not.

Even if they capture the high ground on the south side of Songlin Valley, the Ya clan, which has lost its armor, will completely lose the ability to attack Qingshi County.

Unless they are willing to invest nearly 10,000 troops and endure several or even ten times more casualties.

And...

Even if their leader has this courage, do those predators who bully the weak and fear the strong have the courage to follow?

The result of high casualties must be high war fatigue.

After all, they are neither clones in batches of three, nor have they been transformed by black technology such as "mental castration" surgery. Even the most basic reason for war is just for robbery.

The only thing that can unite a group of unorganized and undisciplined villains is continuous victory and loot. Once the pace of victory stops, this seemingly solid fortress will soon turn into a pile of loose sand...

A line of pop-up windows flashed on the VM screen on Dai Yi's arm.

[Mission: Hold the position on the south side of Songlin Valley (Completed)]

[Briefing: Soldiers, you used your flesh and blood to block the Ya clan’s tanks and thwarted their arrogant plan! Now our enemies have lost all their tanks. Without armor protection, they are like jackals with their fangs pulled out, and are no longer able to invade our territory.

You have completed your mission gloriously. The new alliance's counterattack will begin in two hours. Please return to the rear to rest...

】

[Branch 1 (optional): Blow up the supplies and go to the evacuation point to rest. 】

[Reward: "Silver Shield" medal, war score is determined by the number of survivors. 】

[Branch 2 (optional): Fight to the last moment. 】

[Reward: "Golden Shield" medal, war score is determined by the number of kills. 】

Looking at the flashing text on the VM screen, the corners of his dry mouth curled up.

Speaking of which, he seems to have already taken a silver shield.

The achievement of Golden Shield has not been unlocked yet.

The fighting spirit gradually ignited in his eyes, and he cut his voice to the command channel with a stroke of water, shouting loudly.

"Each team reports casualties!"

A uniform voice came from the headphones.

"There are 3 people left in Team A1! 7 people killed!"

"Team A2 has 4 people left and 6 are lying down!"

"..."

Of the thirty teams in three groups, ten were wiped out, and most of the others were unable to make up the full force.

During the previous exchange of fire with looters, the entire position was like a meat grinder. The people in front fell down, and the people squatting in the anti-aircraft holes immediately jumped on them. There were three groups of people in the mortar position alone, and many people were next to the machine guns. There was even more corpses lying crookedly.

There are some from enemies and some from our own people.

"There are 102 people left..."

After counting the number of people, I couldn't help but be speechless while paddling on the edge.

The entire corps had a total of only 300 men, and 198 of them were killed, leaving only two men short of two-thirds of the total. Although many people are still alive, they can only make a sound.

For example, for players in the physical system, even if their intestines fall out, they will not die immediately. They can even get up and continue shooting after being stuffed.

"This is really a black car of death..."

Silently totaling up the remaining supplies.

After pondering for a moment, he stood on the top of the earth pit of the anti-cannon hole and shouted loudly to the brothers in the regiment.

"Brothers! Our mission has been completed!"

"Now, the command has given us two options. One is to abandon the position, blow up the supplies, and go to the evacuation point for repairs."

"Or--"

After a pause, he looked around at his teammates.

"Fight to the last moment!"

This question seems a bit redundant...

The rear is a full ten kilometers away from here. Running on two legs can't be as fast as death.

Death penalty?

Only three days.

Sequence progress?

You can't level up with experience from a single battle.

"Wasteland OL" is fundamentally different from traditional MMORGs. Sequence levels are not all of this game, and even only account for a small part of the entire game content. Including contribution points, silver coins, regional reputation, professional level, skill proficiency... and even invisible favorability can become factors that widen the gap in combat power.

In addition to character levels, this almost 100% realistic virtual world has something more worthy of pursuit.

Players who pursue the return rate will not stop here at the beginning.

And when we choose to stand on the same front, it's all because we share the same passion.

They have almost the same understanding of the game——

die!

This is the normal state of this game!

"Remove the chicken! Whoever likes to withdraw, whoever wants to withdraw!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and soon there were shouts one after another on the battlefield. A pair of pupils were filled with burning fighting spirit, no one was afraid, and no one was timid.

"Fight with those dogs!"

"Never retreat!"

"Decisive battle!!!"

"Show your loyalty to the management!"

"Wait, you just said loyalty!"

"Ouch!"

The players put on gas masks one after another and inserted spikes into their rifles. Those who did not have rifles took out their engineering shovels and put them wherever they could.

The deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, making the more than two thousand plunderers marching in the pine forest tremble in their hearts.

Xiong Ya, who personally stepped forward to direct the battle, looked up at the highland that had been transformed beyond recognition by artillery fire, and for some reason there was a hint of timidity in his heart.

The two thousand people behind Zhaza could drown them with just a spit of spit from each of them...

Glancing at the fragments of the wing stuck in the mud, as well as the wreckage of the tank and the fragmented corpse not far away, the burly man couldn't help but muttered.

"What are these gophers shouting about..."

He said nervously to the confidant next to him.

"No, I don't know..."

He couldn't understand what those people were shouting, and he had no doubt that they could capture the position in front of him that had been plowed over and over again by artillery fire.

But Jue told him that those people would never let them rush up easily...

One hundred people?

Two hundred people?

Or leave more bodies behind...

Regardless, it's going to be a tough fight!

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(The fever has subsided and I feel mentally better. I find it strange that my eyesight is quite good, but when I catch a cold, the astigmatism becomes worse...confused.)