This Game Is Too Realistic

On the southwest side of Ruigu City, a group of rabble-roused people dressed in various colors were standing in a crooked formation, moving towards the northeast side of the city under the leadership of ten soldiers in black robes.

These stragglers dressed in different uniforms are basically local survivors. Some of them are scavengers, some are hunters, and even farmers and herdsmen.

In the legion, this kind of troops composed of survivors of the occupied areas or the "non-core population" in the territory are usually called "retinues".

Unlike the well-equipped legionnaires, they had malnourished looks on their faces, their bodies were as thin as a hemp pole, and their equipment was rudimentary, not even as good as some slightly stronger predators.

Each person only received a "ripper" rifle. Before going to the battlefield, they would prepare ten or thirty rounds of ammunition. When they ran out of bullets, they would either pick up those from their teammates or mount bayonets for melee combat.

Before this, they had not even received professional training, and at most they had only dealt with a few mutated cockroaches and mice.

However, there is actually no need to train.

In the eyes of the legionnaires, these people were just cannon fodder they recruited cheaply, consumables used to consume the enemy's ammunition.

No one expected them to come back alive, it would be better to say they were dead.

Of course, this is just the view of most people in the Legion.

These people who are labeled cannon fodder obviously do not see themselves that way.

The legion promised them that if they don't die in three battles, they can become "one of their own" and have the opportunity to be promoted to captain of ten. If you survive six battles, you will have a chance to be promoted to centurion.

In addition to this, there is a "shortcut" to take.

That's the head of a certain dead claw!

As long as you can cut off that beast's head, you will not only become a centurion, but you will also be rewarded with ten slaves!

Upon hearing this, many survivors who had signed up to join the Hu Congjun volunteered to join the hunting team.

Although the reputation of the Death Claw is terrifying, there are only a few survivors who have actually seen it, and even fewer who have seen it and survived.

In the imagination of most survivors, with artillery support and various anti-armor weapons, facing a beast that can be killed with hard work is much easier than going to the jungle to fight with the company's elite troops. .

After all, the latter was a being who stunned the regular troops who trained them. If they really faced those guys, they might be sent to see the big-horned deer god without even seeing the enemy...

Li Ba's face was filled with obsession as he caressed the rifle in his hand fondly.

He had never touched a rifle so well made.

In Shikeshu Village, the double-barreled shotgun of the old Orion who lived next door to him was already an incredible weapon in his opinion.

He dreamed of having one.

The warrior carrying the rifle glanced at this guy. He wanted to complain, "It's just a garbage gun used for cannon fodder." However, his speech was too awkward, and he couldn't hold it in for a long time. In the end, he just said I could swallow it back into my stomach.

However, just when he looked away, the NPC named Li Ba suddenly moved to talk to him.

"Dude, you're from Beit Street, right?"

"yes."

"Do you have any Death Claws there?"

His face was full of anxiety and nervousness, but in addition to these negative emotions, the warlord also unexpectedly saw a hint of excitement.

After all, he is someone who has never been on the battlefield, so he probably has some unrealistic illusions in his heart.

The warlord replied briefly.

"have."

Li Ba: "Awesome! Have you seen it?"

Hearing this, the corner of the warlord's mouth suddenly turned up into a smile.

"Haha, I've seen it before."

That's like looking down and not seeing you again.

There is a big one outside the shelter and a small one inside. Occasionally, one or two Deathclaws would wander near the nuclear crater in the Elm District.

He has long been used to it.

Li Ba's eyes lit up and he immediately asked.

"Is the Death Claw powerful?"

"It's just average, just like a slap that can blow someone's head away, and a claw that can pull out a person's intestines from his stomach."

Hearing these words, Li Ba's face turned slightly pale.

"real or fake……"

Warlander chuckled.

"I lied to you, how about you go up and try it later?"

Li Ba said nothing.

Seeing the cowardly look on this guy's face, the warlord stopped bullying him and comforted him with a smile.

"Don't worry, we shouldn't see that guy today."

Li Ba was stunned for a moment.

"Why?"

"Intuition."

Of course the warlord would not tell this guy that he had already leaked today's plan to the brothers of the Storm Corps.

Xiangling Town is the entrance to Vault 79.

Before progress is made in the strategy of Vault 79, they can't let the Legion take care of the BOSS guarding the gate.

Looking up at the sunlight creeping across the treetops, the warlord muttered to himself,

"It should be soon."

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion in the room area in front.

I saw a tracer flickering, and the thick bullet-proof armor exploded and flew. A soldier in a black robe in the crowd flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and his upper body was a bloody mess.

When the warlord saw this, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Tu guy.

Hit someone with an anti-materiel rifle!

Real punishment!

The sound was so familiar to him that it sounded like the Alliance's 20mm "Light Cavalry Rifle", which could use three types of warheads: armor-piercing, high-explosive, and incendiary.

This weapon is very useful whether it is anti-infantry or anti-alien. Four of them can be used as anti-aircraft machine guns in parallel, and they can be used as snipers when taken apart individually.

It can be said that it is very useful.

"There's an ambush!"

"Everyone spread out! Find cover and hide!"

"quick!"

Although they were caught off guard, those soldiers in black robes were well-trained aviation marines and responded immediately when they were attacked.

The officer in black robes roared and rushed to the bunker next to him with his three still alive men. The puppet soldiers compiled by the survivors quickly came to their senses and also moved toward them. Take shelter in a nearby bunker.

However, their opponents are certainly not vegetarians.

Almost at the moment when the thunderous gunfire sounded, the machine gun deployed inside the window also spurted out raging tongues of flame.

The 7mm bullets poured down like raindrops, instantly causing a bloody storm on the street directly opposite.

The soldiers who had no time to evade fell like wheat, and more than ten people were injured in an instant. Although the remaining soldiers dispersed behind the bunker, they were still suppressed and unable to move in the face of the ferocious firepower, and could not lift their heads at all. No head.

The moment the first gunshot rang out, Li Ba was completely stunned.

He didn't even know how he got behind the bunker. He just heard the bullets flying randomly, and sparks, gravel and cement chips flying everywhere.

Holding the rifle tightly, he sat against the damaged concrete wall. His white lips kept trembling, but he didn't say a word.

Just three meters away from his feet, on the street, a bloody corpse lay there. The man was undoubtedly dead, but his legs and feet were still flopping there.

The battlefield atmosphere team loosened their grip on Li Ba's collar and dragged the guy into the bunker. He glanced at the corpses on the street next to him.

Although these dead cannon fodder are also victims of the Legion's invasion, the soldiers of the Alliance will not show mercy.

This is a battlefield.

"Hey, are you still dumb?"

"I...I..." Li Ba opened and closed his mouth with a pale face, and his originally green and white face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

"Take a deep breath, calm down, don't suffocate yourself to death without being shot... That would be too embarrassing."

He patted the guy's shoulder hard, and looking at the completely frightened expression, the warlord sighed and comforted him with some bad human language.

Then, he grabbed the Ripper rifle that had been thrown aside, pulled the bolt and loaded it.

At this time, the officer's roar came from the alley not far away.

“Forward—!”

"Press forward for me!"

"I see who is hiding behind the bunker like a wimp, I will kill him with my own hands!"

In front of them is the roar of machine guns, and behind them is the roar of war supervisors.

"ah!!!"

Finally unable to withstand the pressure, a survivor rushed out of the bunker like crazy, shouted loudly to vent his fear, and rushed towards the tall building directly ahead with his rifle in his arms.

However, before he could even take two steps, a mist of blood burst out from his body, and his shouts suddenly stopped. He didn't even have time to utter a scream, and he fell straight onto the street wet with blood.

The survivors who were just about to rush out of the bunker were frightened by this scene. Their legs felt like they were filled with lead and they could not move at all.

The officer who was leaning behind the bunker looked at the body still in the fountain. He was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

"Are you a pig?!"

"I asked you to go around from the side! Who the hell asked you to rush forward and block their eye-catching position!"

It's a pity that the dead can't speak, and the bloody corpse obviously won't pay attention to him.

However, with that living example, the other cannon fodders learned the lesson, burying their heads, sticking close to the bunker, and advancing forward in a roundabout way.

However, after all, they have not received formal training. Even if these cannon fodders have gradually adapted to the battlefield, they still have no combat literacy.

Everyone swarmed into the alley and soon became a mess like headless flies.

The machine gun in the distance stopped for a second or two. These rookies, who had trained for no more than 24 hours, didn't even know which direction to run.

However, the warlord knew it well.

"It's time to go."

He reached out and pulled Li Ba up from the ground, leading the weak-legged coward around to an alley where machine gun fire could not reach him.

To stay where you were was certain death.

The people in the legion will not hesitate to execute them as deserters to scare the monkeys.

What's more, as a double-edged boy, it is impossible to expect to gain the enemy's trust by surviving until the end.

Last night, Zhandi Lao and Tuo brothers discussed this matter in the group.

According to Brother Quanshui's plan, the Storm Corps will conduct an ambush based on his intelligence and intercept the hunting team sent by the Corps to Xiangling Town.

After defeating the legion's plan for the day, he will be given a chance to pick his head.

Almost as soon as the warrior walked around to the alley on the south side, three 100mm artillery rounds accurately hit the housing area not far in front of him.

The billowing smoke exploded instantly, and the hot air waves and smoke columns rushed up to a height of more than ten meters, blasting three huge craters into the originally intact concrete wall.

The splashing gravel scared the surrounding puppet soldiers to lie on the ground, their heads pressed tightly to the ground and they did not dare to move.

Amid the roar of cannons, the officers' roars could be faintly heard.

"Everyone get up! Don't stop! Everyone move forward!"

"Bring those scumbags who sneaked up on us out of that building!"

However, this roar is not very effective.

One is that the distance is too far to hear clearly, and the other is that many people have not recovered from the sound of the cannons and are lying on the ground without daring to move.

This time Li Ba refused to move forward despite any words, and the warlord did not continue to carry the oil bottle. He rushed through the scorching smoke screen alone and rushed into the building that had been bombarded by artillery fire.

There was a slight cough from the top of the broken stairs.

The previous round of cannons did not kill the players hiding in the concrete building, but it was obvious from the sound that they were seriously injured.

"Kakarot?"

Warlander tentatively called to the top of the stairs, and waited for a long time before hearing a response.

"I'm an old ghost! Mom...the dog coins on the other side just put them into the artillery, they don't care about martial ethics."

The old ghost has the nickname "Ghost Hunting in the Grave" and is also a member of the Storm Troops. The warlord knew who the person above was as soon as he heard it and joked with a smile.

"Isn't it gay to wash some artillery?"

After a pause, he urged.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Should you solve it yourself, or should I come up and help you."

A chuckle came from the stairs.

"Wouldn't it be too boring to just give my head to you?"

The rules of the game prohibit malicious PK, and the "non-submission to arbitration" approach to resolving in-game conflicts will result in waiting penalties for both parties. Almost no one would joke about the qualifications for closed beta testing. If they dare to joke, they will be kicked out even before completing the "Passing on the Fire" task. The servo is out.

However, the rules prohibit only "malice", and mission requirements or special circumstances are not prohibited.

I always heard Brother Quan Shui bragging about Brother Battlefield's combat prowess, so the old ghost wanted to take this opportunity to test his skills.

The warrior was stunned for a moment, just in time to see the hair-thin tripwire at the top of the stairs, and then he looked up and said with a smile.

Demo.

I also played half-heartedly with my father.

"Okay, how about some hand gestures?"

A hearty laugh came from the top of the stairs.

"Haha, that's exactly what I meant!"

"Come! Have a good fight!"

…

One is the LV15 strength system, and the other is the LV22 agility system.

Whether it is panel data or combat experience, the battlefield atmosphere group has the advantage, and there is no reason to lose.

Not to mention, Brother Laogui suffered internal injuries from the previous shelling.

He won the PK without any suspense, but the warlord still saved some face for his good brother and let him choose a way to die after the battle.

"Tell me what you want."

The graveyard ghost hunter who was lying in a pool of blood was breathing heavily, looking at the battlefield atmosphere group holding a knife in his hand, and said hehe.

"Ahem... There are no cowards in the Alliance! Let those ghost guys see how brave I am!"

The warlord suddenly understood and nodded.

"I understand. I'll patch up a few more holes for you later."

"Please! By the way, remember to disfigure me!"

Finished his last words.

The old ghost rolled his eyes and went offline consciously.

Looking at his good brother lying motionless on the ground, the warlord held the knife in his hand, sighed softly, and stepped forward.

"Good brother, I'm sorry."

…

Even though I know it's a game, even though I won't really die, even though there are so many things, I will still panic when I really take action.

But——

It's all for the alliance.

When I think about it, I feel much happier.

While thinking about Lao Hei in his heart, the warlord dragged the bloody "mission props" back and handed in the mission.

Seeing the battlefield atmosphere group walking out of the ruins covered in blood, not only the survivors who were forced forward were dumbfounded, but also the four legionnaires who were still alive were dumbfounded.

"...Just this one."

Throwing the body and the remains of the weapon on the ground, the battlefield atmosphere team looked at the stunned officer in front of them and said with a precious word.

The officer finally came to his senses, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words stiffly.

"very good……"

This guy...

What's the origin?

The battle was over and the injuries were counted.

Of the 121-man team, 31 died, including an Air Marine Corps soldier.

The hunting hadn't started yet, and the number of casualties exceeded expectations. After the remaining four legionnaires reported the situation to their superiors, they returned to the Fallen Leaf Camp with the remaining people.

When he first returned to the camp, the battlefield atmosphere team was still thinking about whether his "credit" would be robbed by the officer leading the team. But he soon discovered that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Back in the camp, before the warlord had rested for a while, a legionnaire came over and called Colway's camp.

This centurion with three stripes is the highest person in charge of the Fallen Leaf Camp. I heard from the conversation among the legion soldiers that this person was Rachel's direct subordinate and his status was extraordinary.

In the tent.

Colway stared at the man covered in blood in front of him and spoke slowly.

"name."

㦵Kingdai㣉Character㱕Battlefield Atmosphere Team stood up straight and answered skillfully.

"pangolin!"

The officer in front of him didn't say anything, but stared at him with his eyes, scanning him with sharp eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The warlord couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Could this big nose be interested in him?

I don't think so...

Just when he was thinking about whether to take advantage of him, Kolwe standing in front of him suddenly showed an admiring expression and nodded slowly.

"Not bad!"

He had just experienced a big battle and was not in a panic. He rushed into the area covered by artillery fire alone and killed an elite awakener of the Enterprise with only a sniper rifle. This fighting ability is really surprising...

What surprised Kolwe in particular was that this person did not show any fear in the face of his test.

This guy is a talent!

The only pity is that this person is a native, not a legionnaire with noble blood. Otherwise, he would have recommended this warrior to his superior Rachel without hesitation.

With a trace of regret in his eyes, Kolwe raised his chin slightly and continued to speak.

"From today on, I appoint you as the centurion of the entourage."

What the hell?

The battlefield atmosphere team was immediately delighted.

So he became a military officer? !

Without any hesitation, he immediately straightened his chest and raised his head and answered.

"Yes!"

Kolwe nodded in approval.

"Perform well, I'm counting on you!"

...

The battlefield guy's undercover plan went smoothly unexpectedly.

After sacrificing an awakened person, he not only became a centurion of the pseudo-army, but also unexpectedly received the recognition of Kolwe, the "BOSS" of the Fallen Leaf Camp.

At the same time, when the players of the White Bear Knights and the Death Corps were busy attacking Shelter No. 79, they brought Luo Hua back from Ruigu to the logistics transport team and finally rushed back to the northern suburbs of Qingquan.

Looking at Luo Hua wrapped like a mummy on the stretcher, Chu Guang couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows and immediately went down to say.

"Hurry up and send him to the shelter!"

After taking over the injured from the logistics team, the medical staff immediately carried the stretcher and rushed towards the shelter.

Chu Guang also followed behind and returned to the shelter together.

Although there are hospitals on the surface, both the professional level of doctors and the medical conditions are obviously inferior to those in the shelter.

Infirmary on the B3 floor.

He Ya gave Luo Hua, who was lying on the scanning bed, a comprehensive examination and quickly sorted out the scan results on the tablet.

"The left arm is completely necrotic, I'm afraid it will have to be amputated..." After saying that, she looked at Yin Fang standing beside her, "Surgery, you are better at this."

Yin Fang did not speak, but cast his eyes on Chu Guang, waiting for him to make a decision.

He was the only one here who was familiar with this injured person.

Chu Guang nodded quickly after just thinking for half a second.

"It's done, replace him with an artificial prosthesis."

Yin Fang continued to ask.

"Which one?" Chu Guang said without hesitation. "Of course I bought it from the enterprise." He did not sell all the imitation prostheses he imported from He Ya in the past to Boulder City. After all, this kind of luxury goods is valuable because of its scarcity. If you sell too much at one time, it will be worthless. Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang in surprise. I didn't expect this guy to be so generous? But he didn't say anything, and asked Chu Guang and He Ya to leave the infirmary, and then started the operation immediately. At the door of the infirmary. He Ya hugged her arms and looked at Chu Guang curiously and asked. "Your friend?"

"Yes."

"He's really badly injured..."

Looking at the tightly closed door, He Ya said with some emotion.

"I found at least 20 shrapnel on him. He is still alive thanks to the several imitation science officials in his body."

Chu Guang didn't say anything, but took out a silver card from his pocket.

The card was stained with blood, but the blood lipids were not formed on it. Chu Guang stared at it for a while and frowned slightly.

Noticing the thing in his hand, He Ya, who was standing beside him, raised her eyebrows and suddenly spoke.

"I seem to have seen this thing."

Chu Guang immediately looked at her.

"Where did you see it?"

"I don't remember where exactly, but this thing...is actually the access card of the shelter? I remember that it seems to have more functions than just opening the door, but also adding some permissions to the card," Heya looked at Chu Guang in surprise, "Don't you have it here?"

"...We are more frugal, and we don't need it."

After a perfunctory remark, Chu Guang stared at the card in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The key to Shelter No. 0?

They really found it...