This Game Is Too Realistic

In the camp.

The gunshots gradually died down, but the flames continued to burn.

A Valantian soldier was lying on his back on the ground. The bulletproof armor in front of him was completely shattered. His right leg, which had been shot twice, was bleeding profusely. His expression was painful and twisted.

Looking at the powered armor passing by, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.

However, there was only a clicking sound and the sound of the firing pin hitting from the barrel of the gun.

"Grass--"

After spitting the bloody saliva, he threw away the pistol. As if he had made up his mind, he took out a grenade from the bulletproof armor with his trembling right hand and pulled out the bolt with force.

A hint of madness appeared on the painful and twisted face, and the Valantian soldier roared hysterically towards the powered armor.

"Your Majesty, Marshal, Wan——"

"boom--!"

A short gunshot interrupted the Valante soldier's last madness.

"You called the wrong person."

Putting away the smoking pistol, Lao Yi stretched out his steel-attached right hand and picked up the grenade with the bolt unplugged from next to the hanging hand.

Hold the back tightly.

The grenade was like a Coke can, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, etc. all collapsed from the projectile body.

Throwing the spent grenade next to the corpse, Lao Dong walked toward Fang Yan at the meeting point without looking back.

Beside the highway not far away, a dozen officers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces ashen.

Four players wearing exoskeletons stood nearby and monitored them.

Seeing Lao Yi coming this way, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, walked up to him, cursing at him.

"These guys are real dogs. The communication equipment was completely smashed, and all the maps and documents were burned! We only rescued some charred remains."

"It doesn't matter, whoever burned it will just let him repair it."

Lao Ji glanced at the row of officers squatting on the ground.

"Where are the people?"

Ye Shi knew who he was asking, and said with a smile.

"Caught it. The guy was planning to run away with his adjutant. I had been watching him from the drone for a long time. But he was more decisive. When he saw that the situation was not right, he immediately surrendered, which saved me a lot of trouble... …Here, that’s the one squatting on the far side.”

Lao Ji followed Ye Shi's line of sight and saw a bad old man squatting on the ground.

If it weren't for the clothes and gaudy epaulettes, he really wouldn't have recognized that this guy was actually the captain of the legion - a figure on the same level as Dillon, who previously led the bone-chewing tribe.

The hair with a few gray strands was messy, and the deep-set eye sockets seemed to be inlaid with a gray stone, without a trace of luster. And that face with vertical and horizontal wrinkles showed no sign of high spirits at all, just like an ordinary old man.

"By the way, why are these people so weak?"

Kuang Feng also had a depressed expression on his face.

"+1, is there really any direct thousand-man team here?"

It felt like they hadn't encountered even the slightest bit of decent resistance from the time they landed until now.

I always feel like this is a fake.

Lao Ji made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest military rank squatting on the ground, and asked you in non-standard human language.

"Why are there only so few people here?"

Seeing that the powered armor was talking to him, Soft was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a stiff expression, and a hint of sadness and indignation in his voice.

"If you win, you win. Why humiliate me in such a knowing way..."

Several players were stunned for a moment.

A strange expression appeared on Lao Dong's face, and he continued to ask Yu.

"What do you mean?"

"Griffin...it was that guy's order. He transferred my thousand-man team to the high ground seventeen kilometers south." Soft continued speaking through gritted teeth, "He swore in the telegram Tell me, the Alliance airborne troops will be there."

If the Thousand-Man Troop was in his hands, how could he not be knocked down by a group of paratroopers jumping on his face?

And even if he takes 10,000 steps back and fails to win, he still has a chance to slip away.

Lao Ji and Ye Shi got acquainted and saw the dumbfounding look on each other's faces.

Good guy.

I thought I could finally show off to the fullest this time.

The knot is so full of soy sauce again!

Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking about the confusion in his heart.

"I don't know...you are here, so who is attacking Highland 330?"

He couldn't figure this out.

If there are also airborne troops there, the alliance's airborne troops would be too many.

And it was delivered twice in a row, with an interval of less than an hour...

How many airport runways did they have to build and how many planes did they prepare?

"The dead army." Lao Dong said casually.

"Death...death to the Corps?" A trace of confusion appeared on Soft's face.

Not the Burning Legion?

It is obvious that the name of the Death Corps has not spread to the ears of the Legion, but it is only slightly famous in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

Lao Dong smiled and continued talking.

"Well, those guys are also a bunch of ruthless people. With their lifeless fighting style, I even think they are much more ruthless than us."

Soft asked anxiously.

"But how did they appear at Hill 330? Impossible! You must be lying to me! I have studied every road from here to the front line! Unless your trucks can fly on the ground, how come it is absolutely impossible to just㳎Arrived in such a short time! ”

That's one hundred and fifty kilometers!

As for the road with seven twists and turns, the actual length of the Huan Road might be twice that number!

Where did these guys come from! ?

"Why do you have to take the main road? You can't-" Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely and was about to laugh at him, but was stopped by Lao Ji coughing lightly.

"Even if I tell you that they arrived at Highland 330 on foot, you probably won't believe it." Looking at Soft with lonely eyes, Lao Ji shrugged, "Anyway, the story is over, how can we do it?" It doesn’t matter what you say.”

…

Heart of Steel, on the bridge.

Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the victory, finally waited for the first good news from the front line.

"...The frontline command post of the 40,000th legion has been captured! Captain Soft, his adjutant, staff and other officers have been controlled! We have seized the map and a large number of documents in the command account , but many have been burned.”

Listening to Lao Ji's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

"Well done."

Lao Dong respects you.

"Requesting further instructions!"

Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map spread out in front of him, pondered for a moment and then gave the order.

"Stand on the spot for defense and arrange for a few people to count the loot."

Lao Dong replied neatly.

"yes!"

The highest-level command post on the front line was removed.

This means that the entire defense line from No. 40 to No. 49, as well as the various logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers, have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command and command system, and even their locations have been exposed on the map. superior.

This 40,000-person team was basically defeated.

As a mobile command post, the Heart of Steel was able to smoothly and safely move into the strategic depth of the 40,000-man team, and continued to advance.

The only weak point of this big guy is its propeller.

This thing is extremely troublesome to repair, and it happens to be the only power system of this airship. Once it breaks down on the front line, it will become quite troublesome even if the Legion is unable to use the deflector shield for a while.

Looking at the arrow heading straight in on the strategic map, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh.

The time now is early nine in the evening.

In less than twelve hours since the offensive was fully launched, they not only defeated an army of ten thousand people, but also advanced the front line by 150 kilometers.

No matter which world it is placed in, this achievement is enough to become a miracle in military history.

"... Our plan was to have the paratroopers cooperate with the armored forces to attack the enemy, but now it's tanks chasing the paratroopers."

Vanus, who was standing aside, did not speak when he heard this.

To be honest, he was quite surprised.

While it is common for plans to fail to keep up with changes, it is rare that progress becomes too smooth and requires more radical adjustments.

According to the offensive plan formulated in Plan 3, the alliance will complete the first phase of the offensive within one day, seize position 40, and start the second phase on the third day. The offensive will be only 10 meters away from the enemy command post. Seventeen kilometers of highland No. 330.

In the end, no one expected that the battle would progress so smoothly. They completed the second stage of the battle in just one day.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped on the holographic screen.

There is no news yet on Highland 330, but judging from the aerial footage taken by the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic flames left on the high ground.

The battle there is basically over.

On the other side, compared to the smooth sailing of the ground troops, the Goblin Corps, which was fighting with the legion's flying formation, was at a disadvantage.

Although the pilots who fly the W-2 are highly skilled, the gap in hardware cannot be made up in a short time.

The Legion's "Eagle" fighter jets have been in service in Luoxia Province for eight or more years, while the W-2 attack aircraft did not even take one year from development to production.

This also includes the time the engineers of the Goblin Corps spent "archaeologically" in another world.

Although subsequent improved versions also incorporate some new technologies provided by Vault 101, the technological advancement of one or two parts alone has a very limited impact on the overall performance of the equipment.

Although production and technology are always mentioned together, they are actually two dimensions.

Looking at the only five W-2 attack planes left on the screen, Chu Guang opened his mouth and gave an order.

"Heart of Steel retracts its anchor chain and moves forward one hundred and fifty kilometers."

"In addition, inform the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed and ask them to come back quickly."

Xiao Qi's energetic voice soon came to my ears.

"Okay master!"

I don’t know what’s going on at Luo Yu’s side.

Neither the Alliance's "Ling Yun" nor the Legion's "Saber" were on the Heart of Steel's shipboard radar from the beginning.

Now it has flown beyond the communication range.

This kind of "one kilometer per second" battle, if you stand still and watch, it's like a fight between gods. It's not surprising that the fight has reached the next door province.

Without satellites, Chu Guang could only vaguely sense that the player was probably still alive through the management system.

"...If Luo Yu is found to be back within the communication range, he will be notified to return to the airport on the ground."

Xiaoqi: "Take it!"

…

Heights 330.

There were flames burning on the pitted position, and there were corpses and black blood mixed with soil everywhere beside the damaged sandbag wall.

Shaking away the blood on the engineer's shovel, he glanced at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, and looked away unbearably.

This model is really a bit redundant.

Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fire fields he had traveled through.

The suffocating air was exactly the same.

In contrast, he still enjoys the fun of leisure exploration in this game, but those fun are based on the establishment of peace.

Someone has to do these things.

A strange idea suddenly occurred in his mind.

If the operator keeps its promise not to delete files and reset them, and they, the closed beta players, have finished all the battles before the open beta, and the dog planners can’t think of anything new even if they try hard, then this game can still be played. Wasteland OL"?

Or should I just change my name——

Such as "Brave New World" or something.

At this time, the voice of his teammates came from beside him, stopping his drifting thoughts.

"Oh my god, it's over!"

Holding a rifle in his hand, Laplace leaned towards this side.

The miner's exoskeleton he wore earlier was gone, probably because it was broken and thrown away. In any case, it's a blessing that he didn't die in the explosion.

As for his mount.

He suddenly lost control when he was halfway uphill, and he made up for it himself.

"Where's Big Eyes?" Edge Pad asked.

Laplace said with a smile: "Yangmaobao seemed to have seen him. This guy brought the cute guys up to kill him. As a result, the cute guys he brought rushed up and he lay down on his own body." Halfway up the mountain.”

Edge Paddling coughed dryly.

"Guns don't have eyes...it's normal."

Putting the rifle on his shoulder, Laplace grinned and continued.

"What should I say? Keep moving forward, or defend where you are?"

Edge Pad thought for a while and said.

"Wait for the construction workers and the others."

The battle lasted for a full hour.

Although they successfully captured Hill 330, the Death Corps suffered heavy casualties.

After all, it's low versus high.

The five hundred feigned infantrymen suffered over 60% casualties, one hundred and twenty of the five hundred wolf riders were killed, and seventy-eight Deathclaws were killed.

Most of them are Death Claws without exoskeletons. It is still a bit reluctant to withstand the strafing of quadruple machine guns with flesh and blood.

In addition, due to EMP causing the psychic intervention device to go out of control, some players had to kill their mounts.

At this time, Yang Matabao, who had previously led the feint attack group, came over and reported on the situation of cleaning up the battlefield.

"Four mortars, an anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns and a small amount of ammunition were seized... Where is the headquarters? Is there any new order?"

Before Edge Paddling could say anything, Laplace on the side complained.

"VM's screen is all blank. There's a ghost order... Damn, these people are pretty powerful! It doesn't look like they're short of ammunition."

Yang Zaibao scratched the back of his head.

"Have the supplies been replenished again?"

Edge Paddling said with a smile.

"That's not the case. It's not normal for the elite division to have a little more basic ammunition than the line filler division. Our ammunition is also twice as much as the infantry of the Lion Kingdom."

But having said that, these Weiland people were indeed ruthless, and not a single one of them surrendered.

The commander-in-chief BOSS not only refused to surrender, but also had no intention of retreating and led his own bodyguards to fight to the end.

Whether it is combat effectiveness or morale, this force is completely different from the force they encountered in No. 9 Oasis before.

"It seems that the north side is on fire," Laplace glanced at the north side of the highland, where there were flickering flames.

"It should be the headquarters of the 40,000th Army." Bian Pingshui took out his telescope and took a look. "Just now I saw that the Goblin Corps was covering the transport plane heading over there."

Not surprisingly, it should be the Burning Corps.

With those ruthless people taking action, even the Thousand-Man Team must not be their opponent.

As long as they were cleaning the battlefield, the battle over there was probably over.

Yang Fubao smacked his tongue with envy.

"Damn it, those guys got ahead of me again."

"After all, he is the biological son of Dog Planner." Laplace also had an envious expression on his face.

"Don't say that," Bian Huishui smiled and patted his shoulder, "We are a whole, and we each have our own work. There is no one who comes first."

The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the offensive force of Plan 3, was still stuck in traffic, and the two infantry teams had already done all the work for them.

If you really want to say it, Brother Mole is more unlucky...

…

forward base.

One transport plane after another dragged its broken fuselage back to the airport.

Ground staff waiting next to the runway quickly gathered around.

Seeing the pig pilot jumping out of the cabin, a young man in work clothes couldn't help but asked a garrulous question.

"How is the situation on the front line? Is the progress going well?"

Although this pilot looks a bit "evil", the ground staff here have long been used to it after working together for so long.

And after getting along with him for a period of time, he found that this pig pilot had an unexpectedly good personality and was a very talkative person.

Sure enough, the pilot answered his question.

"Won."

"real?!"

Looking at the young man with a happy face, he said with an unprofessional smile.

"Then can I still lie to you? The entire 40,000-man team has been defeated by us. Once we pass Hill 330, it will depend on whether they can run faster on two legs or whether our tanks can drive faster... It’s too troublesome to get up. You can read the newspaper by yourself in a few days!”

After hearing the good news from the front line, all the ground staff showed joyful expressions on their faces.

It can be seen that these survivors in the desert hate those big noses.

Some people waved their fists excitedly, and some even whistled excitedly, cheering and running around to tell others the news of the victory.

Just when he was unprofessional and wondering if he had exaggerated too much, Xinghe Meng came over from the side, looked at him and teased him.

"You are going too fast."

The unprofessional man said with a hearty smile.

"That's necessary. How long can a few paratroopers last... What are you doing here? Aren't you going to help our army brothers?"

The two knew each other before entering the game. They were both from Army aviation backgrounds. One was a helicopter pilot and the other was a fixed-wing helicopter pilot.

However, when they are in the game, the two of them usually only talk about the game and rarely mention real-life things.

Xinghe made a helpless expression.

"I was thinking that we weren't sent here."

During the day, they cooperated with the frontal attacking armored forces to carry out a flanking raid. Before they got very far into the enemy's airspace, the headquarters asked them to withdraw.

However, he could understand that the headquarters would make such an arrangement.

The battlefield positioning of the ornithopter determines that it cannot be a fixed-wing opponent.

Even if it can retract its wings and switch to fixed-wing mode, the maximum speed of the "Yunting" is only about Mach 1. It is a living target for supersonic fighters that can break through Mach 3 at their ultimate speed. Even before switching to cruise mode, even propeller fighters may pose a threat to them.

Before the Legion's "Saber" fighter jets are dealt with, it may be difficult for the Alliance's flying jets to free their hands and feet above the Legion's heads.

Seeing the depressed expression on this brother's face, he said something unprofessional and encouraging.

"Why don't you go play with Brother Mosquito's Goblin Corps? Those guys have a lot of opportunities to go to the front line, and I think they also have a lot of fancy weapons."

"I think there are more chances of death," Xinghe rolled his eyes, "And the plane flies too slowly, so it's boring to fly."

When you are unprofessional, you smile.

"No matter how boring it is, it's still a fixed wing, and it's not much faster than your flight."

"That's true... By the way, how is your plane? Does it fly?" Staring at the propeller transport plane next to it that was riddled with holes by cannons, Xinghe couldn't help but be speechless.

As far as he could count, there were about twenty gun holes.

It's really impressive that he can still drive in such a broken state.

"Did you say 'dragonfly'? It's just okay," she followed his gaze and looked at her car. She smiled unprofessionally and said, "Factory No. 81 has improved it several times, but it was barely able to fly before. Now it’s like that.”

Since becoming a pilot in "Wasteland Online", not only has his red and green paint scheme become more pleasing to the eye, but his driving skills and understanding of driving have also become much more sophisticated than before.

Nothing is more difficult than "making a brick with a propeller fly into the sky" and "saving a brick that has lost its wings"!

Especially for handling various dangerous situations.

There are few opportunities to practice many operations in regular training and daily flights, but in "Wasteland OL", he can encounter special situations that "only happen once in a lifetime" every now and then.

He had even encountered this once before. He had just parked the plane on the runway, and the plane turned off the power and started to move again due to a short circuit in the wire... huh?

Looking at the runway not far away, the unprofessional man who was stuck in memory suddenly froze.

I saw a transport plane parked next to the warehouse slowly driving onto the runway, and then the rotating propellers began to accelerate... Surprisingly, there was no one in the cabin.

I thought I had seen it wrong.

Unprofessional Fan Man subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but before he could open his eyes again, he heard the subtle voice of Xinghe next to him.

"...Do you still have any duties today?"

They both saw it.

It shouldn't be that there's something wrong with my helmet.

The unprofessional man looked down at VM and shook his head in confusion.

"no……"

He had seen the H-1 "Dragonfly" move on its own due to a short circuit, but this was the first time he had seen one that could fly on its own.

What kind of outrageous BUG is this? !

Because it was so unbelievable, he even couldn't help but wonder if it was Factory 81 testing some black technology for driverless driving.

He saw a little player carrying late-night snacks rushing out of the cafeteria and running as fast as he could on the track.

As he ran, the man cried and howled like a wolf.

"Plane! My plane ran away!"