This Game Is Too Realistic

Two plumes of white smoke burst out from the flames of the explosion. Under the gaze of everyone, one plummeted toward the valley and the other fell toward the airport.

If the missile successfully hit the runway, it would be enough to blast a deep crater in the center of the airport.

However, as luck would have it, the H-55 "Hurricane" was on its way to take off and it was too late to stop.

"Grass!"

Looking at the white track printed on the window of the plane, Curran's face changed wildly while sitting in the driver's seat, and he cursed angrily and pushed down the throttle lever.

The flames ejected from the twin engines suddenly increased, pushing the aircraft forward at a faster speed.

At the same time, he turned the rudder slightly to the left, trying to avoid the speeding missile.

However--

After all, the danger was one step ahead of him.

Although the missile did not hit the aircraft directly, but landed next to the runway, for the missile with a metallic hydrogen charge, it actually makes no difference whether it hit the aircraft directly or not.

"Boom——!"

The air wave of the explosion spread at a terrifying speed, carrying shrapnel and debris from the explosion and hitting the side of the aircraft, instantly smashing the side wings of the "Hurricane" into sieves.

The engine on one side suddenly revved up!

With the power of the left engine not reduced, the plane made another sharp turn on the runway, and the landing gear was violently broken.

With a heart-wrenching sound of steel grinding, the bomber suddenly rolled over, breaking off its wings and digging a crater on the ground.

The window of the plane was covered with cracks, and finally shattered into countless pieces with a crash.

Ke Lun, who looked ferocious, snorted, and instantly lost consciousness while the world was spinning and rolling.

But before he realized it, he still struggled to reach out his hand and pressed the button next to the joystick.

That was a delayed explosion button. The default time was half an hour, and only he knew the unlocking code.

Although the troops stationed at the airport may not necessarily lose, General Griffin told him not to overestimate General McClung's level.

He doesn't care whether he will die, he only cares about His Majesty's ambition to conquer the world.

If the ground forces were ultimately defeated, they failed to successfully recover the nuclear warhead.

At least, the alliance cannot be allowed to get...

…

Meanwhile, over the airport.

Looking down at the ground through the window, the pilot sitting in the "Pei" fighter jet was completely stunned.

In a dive just now, he successfully smashed the weird-looking aircraft into a sieve with his cannon, but he didn't expect that the thing still held a missile and didn't fire it out! ?

What made him even more unexpected was that the pilot on the opposite side knew that he only needed one more round of strafing to send them away, but he had no intention of parachuting, and even gave up his maneuverability completely in exchange for horizontal speed that broke the sound barrier!

Everything happened so fast.

In a Mach level battle, both sides only have a few seconds left to judge.

His Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a few short 㱕syllables from his throat.

"Mom..."

What kind of lunatic is he fighting?

There are nearly 200 rounds of machine gun ammunition left.

Although he could still dive towards the ground again, it seemed that it was no longer necessary.

He went to the reconnaissance vehicle and machine gun position for protection, but General McClung's position had been overwhelmed by the barbarian cavalry.

These cavalrymen are like a joke at a distance of 200 meters.

But at a distance of 20 meters, no one can laugh.

Especially in the open Gobi Desert...

Thick smoke gradually rose from the wreckage of the aircraft in the center of the runway.

Looking at the wing fragment inserted into the belly of the plane, the pilot seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed wildly.

Without any further hesitation, he immediately turned the plane's nose to the west and pushed the throttle lever all the way down.

At the same time, he, who was pinned to his seat by inertia, shouted loudly on the communication channel where he was the only one left.

"...This is Pei! We are blocked by alliance ground forces and the 'Hurricane' cannot take off! The mission cannot continue! Please return!"

"One more time, please return!"

The nearest airport is 1,000 kilometers away. Of course, no one can answer him.

But regardless of whether anyone answered or not, he had to retreat...

…

Not only the pilots in the sky were dumbfounded, but also the real air force standing on the ground.

McClung, who had just gotten into the Jeep, stared at the airport with black smoke billowing out blankly, a trace of despair gradually filling his eyes.

Not just because that was his last and only way out.

It's even more because of the things that were put on that plane...

The officer holding the steering wheel swallowed and looked to the side nervously.

"General...are we still going?"

Their original plan was to go to the airport and stop the plane.

But now, it seems that this is not necessary.

General McClung's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he squeezed these words out of his mouth.

"It's over."

As he finished speaking, he leaned back on his seat and his shoulders relaxed.

The officer sitting aside was stunned and looked at General McClung, his eyes filled with surprise.

This high-spirited man in his prime seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant...

The sound of rolling horse hooves boiled in the southern part of the camp, and there was a din and the overwhelming sound of people shouting for death.

As the elite of Petra Fortress, every horse of this cavalry is a dark horse from the great desert. The people on horseback are, without exception, brave warriors who are good at fighting.

After removing the protection of firepower, the defense line on the south side of the legion camp was instantly shattered. The cavalry rushed into the camp one after another, rampaging through the camp, poking at anyone with their spears, or shooting at anyone. The rifle opened fire, instantly killing everyone in the camp.

"Capture the enemy commander alive!" the guard captain shouted loudly as he charged forward on horseback.

However, everyone was already red-eyed and could not think of listening to what he had to say. The bodies of people who had been beaten to death and stabbed to death were everywhere, and many of them knelt down and surrendered.

surrender?

Why didn't you think about it when you were squatting behind the machine gun?

Even if you have to vote——

Wait until I kill half of them!

Thinking of those teammates who died in the charge, the cavalry on horseback roared one after another.

Whether it's the Velant people coming from afar or the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

At this moment, they are all like meat on the chopping board. As long as they rush out and stand outside the camp, they will die.

And those hiding in the tents are not having a hard time either.

In order to avoid getting their horses' legs tangled in tents, the cavalry would not attack those tents at all. Instead, they would use lighters to light wine bottles filled with cotton wool, kerosene and alcohol, and then throw them into the tents.

This kind of special Molotov cocktail is much better than grenades, and it is cheap to make. It is more effective to shake it beforehand.

Seeing the fire in the rear, Centurion West immediately led people from the western front to support Qilai.

Although the garrison of Petra Fortress is large in number, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level as that of the Falcon Kingdom.

Many militiamen were even more negligent in their training and could not even dig a foxhole well. They thought that digging a hole and burying their heads would be the end of it, but little did they know that most of the back of their heads was exposed to the eyes of the opposite party.

It was precisely because of this that he had the spare strength to send out an army of a thousand men, and then killed them in the direction of the airport.

However--

Riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, he had just reached the edge of the camp. Before he could go in to help, he saw a burst of fire flickering due east.

"Boom——!"

Before the deafening sound of cannons floated in, the explosive flames bloomed on the sand dunes.

Before the two ten-man teams had time to disperse and lie down, they were completely wiped out by the high-explosive bomb.

"Tank!" a centurion of the retinue shouted at the top of his voice desperately, "Everyone disperse!"

However, this cry of despair was nothing, not even a death struggle.

That's a tank!

And not just one!

In the distance, the horizon has gradually become enveloped in darkness, with black dots appearing one after another.

Tanks lined up one after another, their black muzzles pointed forward uniformly, and behind them was a vast cloud of rolling dust.

Looking at the torrent of steel appearing on the horizon, despair appeared on the faces of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

They don't even have anti-tank weapons.

There is absolutely nothing you can do against that kind of guy!

The previous shell was just the beginning.

After the first shot hit, the other dozen tanks also opened fire.

Pieces of deadly dust instantly exploded on the empty Gobi Desert, clearing out vacuum zones the size of basketball courts.

All organisms hit by the explosion fire were instantly blown into a puddle of minced flesh.

Even if they were not hit directly, countless people were killed by fragments of high-explosive grenades and had their internal organs shattered by the blast.

The nearly full force of a thousand men was wiped out in half in just one salvo.

The caliber of the artillery shell is obviously more than 100 mm, maybe 150 mm or higher.

There are no defensive things or bunkers to hide from.

Facing the king of land warfare like the tank, waiting for the infantry is just a one-sided massacre.

Now it's just the tank gun that fires.

When they get close to the effective range of the coaxial machine guns, there is a staggered machine gun fire network waiting for them.

Climbing up from the overturned motorcycle, Weiside looked at the torrent of steel in the distance. His resolute pupils first appeared confused, and then turned into bottomless despair.

"...it's over."

It's all over...

…

The battle outside the valley is over.

With the arrival of Union tanks, General McClung gave up all hope of escape.

In fact, it was too late.

Unless it's an airplane, nothing can escape 100 kilometers within an hour.

"General... what should we do?" The officer sitting in the driver's seat of the jeep looked desperately at General McClung next to him.

He didn't even know where to run.

McClure's Adam's apple twitched, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

He does not consider himself a defeated commander. He has deployed every unit to its proper position and made the most correct deployment.

However, it was impossible for him to conjure an army of ten thousand people out of thin air, let alone allow non-existent troops to launch an attack.

What about the Griffin tank?

Even if Camp 530 falls, at most 1/3 of the tanks will be lost.

That guy couldn't have imagined that if the Alliance guessed their plan, they might send mobile troops to raid the airport.

But what about conquering tanks?

What about the "wandering" that was so praised by the Army?

Why did he only see Alliance tanks?

And why did the defenders of Petra Fortress suddenly emerge from their turtle shells?

Didn't the group of nobles in the Falcon Kingdom swear that even if their heads were broken outside, those people would not come out of the turtle shell?

Which link is the problem?

He couldn't figure it out.

But...

It makes no sense to say this now.

In the face of a million-ton equivalent three-phase bomb, all struggles are redundant.

McClun silently pulled out the pistol, pointed it at his chin tremblingly, and turned on the safety.

He closed his eyes, but his trembling index finger felt like it was filled with lead. He couldn't pull the trigger after shaking for a while.

He put down the gun with a look of shame on his face, and looked up at the sky that was already stained with night.

Whatever...

Anyway, it’s just a different way to die.

The sound of artillery is getting closer and closer to the northeast, and to the south are the cavalry trampling on them with their horse hooves and shouting to kill.

The officer sitting in the driver's seat suddenly started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

His back suddenly leaned against the seat. McClun rarely got angry and just asked with a wry smile.

"Where are you going?"

"Valley! As long as we hide in the valley! We have hope of surviving!" The soles of his boots were welded to the accelerator, and the officer's eyes were bloodshot.

In theory that might be the case.

Whether it is cavalry, infantry or tanks, they will be reduced to ashes in the nuclear explosion...

The trunk of the jeep was filled with protective clothing and other survival gear. If we hid in the valley, we might really be able to survive.

McClun's heart was filled with a new desire to survive.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a truck speeding out of the valley in the distance and rushing towards the airport.

What does that car want to do?

McClun frowned slightly.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Just like the ominous premonition a few days ago...

…

On the truck.

Sisi held the steering wheel and glanced at the rearview mirror, then looked at the flaming airplane in front of him, tapped his earphones with his index finger and said.

"Awei, think about it."

"Yeah! I've thought about it!"

His short hair was blown into a chicken coop, and Tai Tai, who was standing at the machine gun position, nodded, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"I thought about it when Teddy died... maybe everyone is still alive."

There was a surprised expression on Sisi's face.

Including the sesame paste sitting in the passenger seat and the meaty meat in the back of the car.

"...Digital life? Or something similar... In fact, I don't understand it very well. Including other NPCs, I always feel that they are not just supporting characters in RPG, or tool people who give us tasks."

"They can cry, laugh, have people they hate and people they like, and they can manage their own lives. They are not just repeating some set things, they are really living a good life, just like us in reality. "

As she spoke, she herself became troubled and didn't know how to describe it.

Sis glanced at the rearview mirror and fell into deep thought.

"Well, if you think about it that way, those enemies we killed..."

Tails said in a positive tone.

"Also alive."

"Then..." Sesame opened his mouth blankly.

Tai Wei did not hesitate: "But even so, when it's time to shoot, I will still shoot! No matter what, robbing and killing are bad. If the bad guys refuse to surrender, more people will die." So if you don’t plan to surrender, it’s better to let them die.”

Sisi glanced in the rearview mirror in surprise at the tail that was blown by the wind and couldn't open its eyes.

But she said nothing more.

In fact, she had thought about this problem a long time ago, but her sense of substitution was relatively flexible.

Even if you are a screenwriter who has won an Oscar, it is impossible for every plot and character to please everyone, let alone it is just an ordinary RPG game.

She will choose the proxy that interests her.

As for the rest, it's up to you.

In reality, you can't kill people casually, but in the game...

If you kill, you will kill.

"I said... do you know how to dismantle a nuclear bomb?" Rourou shouted nervously while looking at the burning plane with his claws on the truck bed.

"Oh! No!"

Rourou said, dumbfounded.

"Then what's the point of us going?"

"There is always something that can be done..."

Sesame Paste comforted Rourou. In fact, she didn't know what to do. She was just a teacher.

Tails: "That's right! Like sending a nuclear bomb into the valley!"

Rourou was stunned for a moment.

"But in this case, the ruins will..."

"That's right, protect the deputy, or protect the people outside, this is actually a multiple-choice question..." Si Si, who was holding the steering wheel, said casually, "So I let A Wei think about it."

Rourou: "What if you drive the truck as far away as possible?"

Sisi: "To the west is the Petra Fortress, and to the east are the friends of the Skeleton Corps. We can only run to the north. I don't mind sacrificing it... Do you want to bet on how far you can run before the explosion?"

Tails: "It doesn't matter, Rourou, the map of this game is so big, I'll just make two more of them!"

Rourou sighed and sat back in the carriage.

"That's true."

Anyway, the profit from this trip is already considerable.

The power of nuclear bombs detonating in different places is different.

Among them, the one with the greatest lethal effect on personnel is undoubtedly air blast.

Whether it is shock waves or radiation killing, air bursts have the widest coverage, and radioactive dust can even be carried several kilometers or even thousands of kilometers away by airflow.

The second is ground detonation.

A deep crater will be formed at the center of the explosion, and part of the shock wave will be released upward in a cone shape.

This detonation method is mainly used to destroy fixed fortifications, and has a slightly less effective effect on personnel.

As for the detonation buried underground, it is mainly a nuclear experiment.

There is a deep enough cave in the center of the Great Rift Valley. It should have been blasted out by some kind of orbital weapon. Although it has been partially buried over time, it is still a few meters deep.

That's where their goal is.

As long as the nuclear bomb is sent into the almost vertical pit, the impact of the explosion can be minimized.

The truck was parked next to the airport.

The group quickly got out of the car.

Grabbing the engineering shovel placed next to the seat, Sisi was about to step forward when Rourou volunteered to stand up.

"I'll do it!"

Although it is inconvenient for alien sequence players to operate the tools, most of the panel data are ridiculously strong.

The location of the bombardier was confirmed.

Rourou roared with all his strength and removed the entire drooping steel plate, revealing the nuclear warhead buried inside the belly of the machine and the metal bracket that fixed the warhead.

Fortunately, this thing can be removed.

Ignoring the hair that was scorched by the fire, Rourou used all his strength to break off two aluminum alloy rods, and finally pulled the nuclear warhead, which was about a person tall, together with the bracket, from under the belly of the aircraft. Come out.

Looking at the cylinder on the ground, she suddenly felt frightened and looked at her teammates carefully.

"...Will this thing explode?"

Sisi shook his head.

"I don't know, it would be best if it doesn't explode. What we have to do is just in case."

…

On the other side, somewhere in the Lost Valley.

Wake up from coma.

Luo Yu shook his groggy head and looked around, a trace of confusion gradually appearing in his eyes.

"…What kind of place is this?"

There was darkness ahead, like an unknown cave. The few rays of light exposed behind were mixed with the whistling sound of the wind. It must be located very high.

Yun Ting does not have an ejection seat, instead it has an ejection cabin with stronger protection capabilities.

The parachute did not fully open, and the ejected escape capsule crashed into the mountain. The front half got stuck in the cave, and the back half was exposed.

Judging from the concrete residue scattered around, it doesn't look like a naturally formed geological structure, but more like it was pasted on with low-quality cement.

According to posts posted by other players on the forum, the nearby residents gave the Lost Valley a mythical feel. In the early days, there were believers who believed in the God of the Sky. Presumably this is the temple they built... or a corner of it.

But Luo Yu always felt that this place was more like a hole dug by "grave robbers" than a temple.

But there is no way to verify what happened 100 years ago.

Maybe there are no believers at all, just a few scavengers who come to pick up garbage. They have been labeled by rumors and rumors that they may not even know.

This kind of cooperation has not happened before in history...

Crawling out from the pile of debris, Luo Yu found the survival tools placed in the ejection cabin.

A 5 mm caliber pistol, two 15-round magazines, basic medical supplies such as bandages, and tools such as flashlights.

Unfortunately, the co-pilot brother did not survive after all. There was only a pool of blood left in the squashed seat, and even the complete body could not be found.

Not to mention the vm tied to the leg.

Luo Yu mourned for him in his heart, then put his survival tools into his backpack, holding a flashlight and walking down the cave, trying to find an exit.

The wide cave leads to nowhere, but the dark red plaque in the corner looks particularly familiar.

After swallowing, Luo Yu pulled out the pistol and loaded it. He held the flashlight in his left hand and fired out a beam of light, then moved forward cautiously.

There are more and more plaques on the walls.

A rusty escalator appeared in front of me.

The upper part was buried by large rocks, and the lower part was a bottomless darkness.

He had no choice but to move on.

Especially when he climbed down through a broken staircase, at least half of one wall was covered in red spots.

not only that.

Even the surrounding air had a rancid smell of spores.

As Luo Yu expected, a gnawing beast appeared in front of him.

But just when he lowered his footsteps and planned to go over and kill the guy, the gnawer seemed to notice him.

then……

He spoke.

"Hey, is that a flashlight? Don't point it at me, slime mold hates shiny things."

Luo Yu was stunned, and the gun in his hand almost failed to fire.

"You can talk!?"

"What do you mean I can speak? Your accent is really strange. Is it a dialect from somewhere?"

Luo Yu stared at him and took a step back, moved the flashlight away, and asked Yu cautiously.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I... Well, that's a good question, but I can't remember it clearly." The man seemed not to take his gun to heart and replied casually.

Luo Yu's eyes were blank.

What the hell?

"I can't remember exactly..."

"Names are for other people's use. No one has been here for a long time, so I forgot about them."

The man smiled heartily, still facing away from him, without turning around.

Luo Yu stared at the back of his head.

"Can you turn around?"

"Are you sure?"

"Well..." Luo Yu nodded.

The man was not pretentious and turned around generously.

However, the moment he saw this guy, Luo Yu was completely stunned and couldn't help but let out a "fuck".

That face——

No, it couldn't be considered a face anymore. It was like a rotten wood that had been soaked for a long time, and it was so ugly that it was ferocious.

The man's rotten lips opened and closed, and he spoke in a cheerful voice.

"By the way, I haven't seen a living person for a long time. After seeing you, I remembered a little bit of the past..."

After a pause, he continued.

"You can call me, White Dove."

Luo Yu was stunned for a moment, vaguely seeming to have heard of this name.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the book Si Si translated on the previous forum.

With a trace of disbelief written in his eyes, he asked you dumbfounded.

"...Are you a researcher at the academy?"

Bai Ge thought for a while.

"Academy...oh, that's such a nostalgic name. Are those nerds still there? Or have they grown moldy in the swamp?"

"Probably still there..."

Although it is only in the background of this game.

Looking at that horrifying face, Luo Yu couldn't help but continue to ask the question he was most concerned about.

"Wait, didn't you die many years ago?"

Bai Ge nodded.

Perhaps it was a long time since he met a living person who could communicate with him, so he started chattering.

"Well...if nothing happens, I should grow old normally and lie in a coffin like other old men. But in the end, I couldn't hold back my curiosity about this ruins. There is no way, everyone in the college is like this , it’s difficult for us to control our interest in the relics... even though I have left the academy for many years.”

Luo Yu's expression was a little subtle.

The chief researcher of the alliance is from the academy, but that guy's curiosity about the ruins is average, and he is more interested in the coffee machine.

"So what's your status now?"

The man readily confessed.

"Symbiosis."

"Symbiosis?!"

Seeing Luo Yu's eyes widen, the man said with a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Symbiosis is not parasitism. Two organisms are interdependent, share each other's prosperity, and possess without possessing... Don't you think this sounds great?"

Before the man in front of him came back to his senses, Bai Ge looked at the dark corridor behind him.

"By the way, let me introduce you to my partner... Hey, Xiaohong, come out and say hello to the guests."

A creepy feeling crawled up Luo Yu's back.

He turned around stiffly and saw an eight-foot...or maybe nine-foot-tall humanoid creature.

Through the corner of the flashlight, he saw blood-like scarlet.

Its facial features are twitching, and its mouth and nose only have a rough outline, with no gaps visible, as if it hasn't evolved yet.

Its eyes are particularly special, they are hemispherical like a fly, made up of countless hexagonal structures, and faintly emit a scarlet light.

Two slender arms hang down by the side, with a trumpet-shaped opening at the front end, like the cuffs of clothes, but no hand structure can be seen.

As for the lower limbs, they are even more cramped.

Below the slender waist is an inverted cone-shaped carpet, which looks like Lissandra's skirt.

At first glance, this thing looks a bit like the evolved form that appeared in the last wave.

But not as ferocious as that guy.

If there was any difference, the one coming out of the center of Qingquan was more like a shark with its mouth wide open, while the one in front of him now was more like a dolphin.

Tentacles as thick as an index finger floated over from behind it, like a dolphin's mouth, surrounding him, but not very close.

Looking at the tentacles that were so close, Luo Yu swallowed nervously.

He didn't know what this was.

But I hope the dog planner can be an individual.

——

(Thanks to the leader of "Schrödinger x" for the reward!!!)