This Game Is Too Realistic

Falcon City.

A hundred meters high on the "river embankment".

The soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom were crouching behind the bunker and waiting.

A few days ago, the alliance announced that it would bomb Falcon City tonight, but it did not say from which direction the air raid would come.

There are only thirty anti-aircraft guns in the entire Falcon City, eight of which have been moved to the palace in the center of the city. Only fourteen can be divided into the tens of thousands of alloy walls. The tonnage of firepower can be imagined. .

The officer in charge of the defense of the southeastern sector was Horet, who until a month ago had served as captain of ten in the King's Guards.

However, due to the tight fighting situation on the front line, a large number of subordinate army officers were transferred to the regular army establishment of the legion. In just one month, he was promoted three levels in a row and became a centurion of the city defense army.

Smooth sailing in his official career should have been a happy thing, but there was no optimism in his heart, and instead he was worried.

As of last month, his salary was enough to feed and clothe his two wives and their family. Now that he has become a centurion, his salary has more than doubled, but even his family's food and clothing has become a problem.

You know, this is an oasis.

Even if all the wastelanders around the world are hungry, people here should not worry about food and drink.

All because of this damn war.

In order to drive away the boredom in his heart and cheer himself up, he got to the position and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone be on alert! Keep your eyes open! Alliance aircraft will use the cover of clouds to approach us! Searchlights are aimed at the edges and gaps in the clouds, and they are all watched carefully! No matter what, no aircraft is allowed to enter the king's territory. All!"

"Long live the Falcon Kingdom!"

"Long live!"

The soldiers answered loudly, but the loud roars could not dispel the bitterness and confusion in their pupils.

There were only one hundred and ten men on the three-foot-wide front, two light machine guns mounted on an anti-aircraft gun.

Not to mention it's still night time.

It is better to hope that the guy they have can shoot down the Alliance plane than to hope that the Alliance pilot will misread the map and plunge into their face.

Horrett also knew that he was forcing others into a difficult situation. At this moment, he had no other option but to inject chicken blood into his subordinates.

At this moment, a white mist of light flashed across the distant horizon, accompanied by dull thunder from the distance.

Is it going to rain?

There is no telling whether the air raid will be canceled tonight...

No!

Looking into the distance, Horrett's face suddenly changed wildly and he shouted loudly.

"Hidden!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a plume of fiery red smoke fell from the sky and hit the farmland hundreds of meters in front of the river embankment.

The roar of the explosion drowned out the short sound of breaking through the air, and the orange-red flames instantly rushed to a height of a hundred meters, pushing away layers of hot air waves.

Ears of wheat that were roasted into char, wood chips that were burned, dirt, gravel and tiles, etc... were all carried into the sky by the scorching smoke.

The first shot missed.

However, no one takes it lightly.

Soon, another white light flashed in the clouds in the distance, and the deafening roar almost landed near the river embankment together with the rolling sound of the cannon.

Although the 400mm main gun had no accuracy because it was too far away, its huge power put fear on the face of almost every defender.

It can miss many times.

I only spoke to them once...

The friendly forces near the position seemed to have run out of luck, as the third heavy artillery shot fell and hit them squarely in front of them.

The hot shock wave instantly dented the entire alloy shell.

Even if the relics of the former civilization cannot be destroyed by conventional weapons, the terrifying power is enough to sweep away the bunkers piled on the river embankment...

The roar of the explosion echoed in his ears, and Horrett felt his whole body trembling. The same happened to the adjutant standing next to him, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were full of fear.

Just now——

That heavy artillery piece destroyed at least one hundred of their troops.

"Shahai spirit above... They are more than seventy men away from us, why can they still hit us?!" The adjutant's voice trembled, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

"It's a rocket extended range bomb..."

Ordinary artillery shells really can't fly this far.

The rocket extended-range projectile is another matter.

Horrett swallowed and stared at the thick smoke covering the sky and sun three miles away.

Fortunately, the 400mm main gun did not blow up the river embankment.

The dented but not damaged alloy shell brought a little comfort to many people's hearts.

At least the gods were still on their side.

However——

Before they could cheer for joy, black dots emerged from under the clouds, causing the defenders on the riverbank to show frightened expressions.

"Look over there!"

"Alliance plane!"

The black shadow was getting closer and closer, like a vulture soaring in the sky. Horrett seemed to have seen the teeth and claws of those wild beasts.

"Damn...how many fights do they have?!"

There was no time to hesitate, and he shouted loudly regardless of the noisy sound of cannons in the distance.

"Get on the gun position!"

"Stop them!"

…

Hundreds of planes rushed towards them, and the defenders of the Falcon Kingdom panicked.

However, they are not the only ones who are panicking.

Sitting behind Ye Shi's buttocks was Lao Bai, his heart was also in his throat, and he was gritting his teeth, fearing that a little wind would blow his soul out.

Unpowered glider.

As the name suggests, it is an airplane without an engine.

In order for an aircraft to gain speed across the water, it must dive. After the speed crosses the optimal lift-to-drag ratio range, it needs to recover kinetic energy by raising its nose.

Therefore, the flight path of the aircraft is as exciting as a roller coaster, gliding forward amid ups and downs.

In some distant time and space, this thing was called an "assault glider". Like an air-raid balloon, it was not some imaginative black technology. It was available in the garden market for free and as small as "Operation Oak". figure.

Compared with a parachute that hangs in the sky for a long time, this unpowered glider has a very short time in the air and can glide at a maximum speed of about 300 yards per hour, which is the same speed as the "Harmony" train. And compared with the paratrooper backpack, the larger fuselage capacity allows the paratrooper to carry more equipment and ammunition.

But even though it has so many advantages, this thing also has its shortcomings, which is that the accident rate is too high and it is a bit useless.

In the early days, this thing was towed by cars, winches or other aircraft to take off. It was "thrown" like a paper airplane, and the accident rate was no less than the spherical pod at the bottom of a heavy bomber.

It is precisely for this reason that after the war, these two things were sent to the grave of history together, and gliders can only be seen in extreme sports.

Probably thinking of the unique altitude advantage of the Iron Heart, Mosquito picked this thing out of the garbage dump of history and changed the booster into two rockets with the warhead removed.

The tracer light flickered in the distance, which gave Lao Bai some comfort in his heart.

Regardless of whether we can land smoothly or not,

We are finally reaching our destination.

"Ye Shi! Aimed!" Guang Feng, holding the joystick with both hands, looked tense, his eyes flashing with rare excitement and madness.

"Okay! Give me a corner!"

Ye Shi chuckled, holding the handle of the heavy machine gun with both hands. The barrel of the gun extended out of the cabin sideways, and the sight was aimed above the river embankment.

At the same moment under the nose of the glider, he pulled the trigger.

The gunshots and the hot bullet casings were all left behind by the glider, and a stream of orange-yellow tracers shot down the river bank like raindrops.

One hundred and fifty gliders opened fire in unison, but the ground anti-aircraft guns were overwhelmed by the firepower network dropped from the sky.

However, due to the angle restriction, the glider group's strafing only lasted for just half a minute. The suppressed Falcon City defenders quickly returned to the anti-aircraft guns.

However, they soon discovered that the previous shooting was just the prelude to the storm, and the real nightmare had just begun.

The ten escorting W-2 attack planes broke away from the flight formation and rushed towards the river embankment below. After a round of dive and strafing, they dropped the aerial bombs hanging under the wings.

The explosion flames bloomed on the river embankment instantly.

Only four anti-aircraft guns on the ten thousand wide defense line were blown to pieces.

Looking at the burning flames and twisted steel, as well as the soldiers holding "Ripper" rifles, pulling the bolt and firing into the sky, Horrett's face was filled with despair.

At this time, a captain with a bloody face ran over from the side limping, panting heavily, and reported to his superiors.

"Report, sir! The Alliance blew up our anti-aircraft guns! We... have no more anti-aircraft weapons to use."

"I'm not blind, I can see."

Interrupting the voice of the captain, Horett raised his hand to put his officer's hat on his head, turned around and looked at the palace to the northwest.

From any section of the river embankment, the distance to the royal palace is ten thousand miles. For airplanes, this distance is only a few minutes.

He closed his eyes in pain and whispered to himself.

"It's over..."

…

The defense line in the southeast has been breached by Alliance aircraft, and anti-aircraft guns from adjacent positions are still firing in the sky.

However, because the distance was too far, the pitiful firepower was purely in vain and the struggle was useless.

Traces of light danced in the night sky, like sawdust rising from a campfire.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, Myrdal, the commander of the Guards, standing on the castle tower in the center of the city, finally saw clearly the shadows from far to near.

His face also turned pale at the same time.

Fifty? !

No--

At least a hundred!

Didn’t the First Air Squadron severely damage the Alliance Air Force at Oasis No. 3? ?

Why are there so many more? !

Those planes obviously did not take off from Bicester Town, but probably came from the Steel Heart that was entangled in an anti-aircraft balloon.

Just a few minutes ago, he received news from the headquarters that the First Aviation Squadron led by Akante had been in contact with the Alliance's flight formation.

Both sides invested hundreds of propeller planes and were engaged in fierce fighting at the edge of Oasis No. 2.

How many aircraft does the Alliance have? !

Wrong——

How many pilots does the Alliance have? !

According to the merchants from the east, there were only five to six million survivors in the entire Qingquan City, but he had the illusion that he could not kill them all!

Just as Myrdal expected, the anti-aircraft guns dispersed on the river embankment could not stop the Alliance aircraft at all.

The Alliance just randomly separated a few aircraft from the flight formation and eliminated the anti-aircraft artillery positions along the way. The remaining fleet of aircraft kept crossing the river embankment and rushing into the city, attacking His Majesty the King's castle.

Seeing that only the last three or four of the planes were left, Myrdal immediately yelled to get off.

"Fire!"

The eight quadruple anti-aircraft guns deployed on the castle opened fire in unison, and thick and long flames hit the Alliance aircraft fleet, instantly lighting up the outlines of each aircraft.

However——

This ton of firepower did not last long.

A black shadow as fast as lightning separated from the fuselage, like a stray arrow, accurately hitting the towers housing the anti-aircraft guns.

"Mom!"

Seeing the towers and anti-aircraft guns engulfed in flames and thick smoke from the explosion, Myrdal's eyes turned red for a moment and he cursed in anger.

"What is that?!"

The city defense officer standing next to him also had a confused look on his face.

Aerial bomb?

impossible……

The aerial bombs thrown from a distance of one or two kilometers can accurately hit their anti-aircraft artillery positions. That would be too outrageous.

But it didn't make sense if it was a missile. He didn't even see the missile's tail flame!

Looking at the burning fire in the distance, several intelligence players sitting on the glider excitedly high-fived their teammates beside them.

Of course it wasn't a missile, it was a six-rotor self-destructing drone placed in a glider - "Switchblade".

This thing does not require a professional bomber to drop bombs. It can be thrown directly from the cabin. Intelligent players carrying neural connection devices can switch to the drone's perspective for precise guidance.

Fifteen kilograms of warhead is enough to send anti-aircraft guns away from the tower.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Ye Shi, who was sitting on the machine gun position, waved his fist excitedly, and before landing, he fired a bunch of shots at the castle with his machine gun.

Looking at the violently shaking fuselage and the buildings speeding past beneath him, although Lao Bai panicked a lot, he knew in his heart that he could only trust his teammates at this time.

"It's landing!"

"Know."

After calmly looking outside the cabin, the strong wind opened the variable-angle choke plate on the fuselage, and at the same time, a parachute sprayed out from the rear of the fuselage.

The speed of the glider dropped suddenly, and the upturned belly of the glider slammed into the roof of a house.

"Grass!"

"Hey! You said it in advance!" Looking at the rapidly approaching rooftop, Ye Shi hurriedly moved the machine gun into the cabin.

Large pieces of rubble were blown away.

The wings on both sides were instantly disconnected, but they were not broken. They were actively broken to prevent the fuselage from rolling during the emergency landing.

The violent impact almost made Lao Bai faint.

However, he was still a ruthless man with great strength. Even when the helicopter completely crashed into the street and came to a stop, he remained conscious.

He took out the rifle from the cabin, cursed and climbed out of the deformed cabin while loading the rifle in his hand.

Looking at several black workers who looked like Africans not far away, he fired two shots into the sky and shouted in Chinese couplet.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Hearing the gunshot, the workers who were moving the obstacles were frightened out of their wits. They immediately dropped their tools and scurried into the alley next to them.

After confirming Fang Yan in the castle, Lao Bai subconsciously reached out and pressed the side of his helmet, trying to access the team channel to understand the casualties of each team, but found that there was no response.

Then he remembered that the commander of this operation was Guang Feng.

"Ahem... don't worry, I just confirmed that everyone landed successfully and there is no big problem."

Coughing, he climbed out of the cabin, Guangfeng wiped a handful of dust from the eyepiece of his helmet, and took the LD-50 submachine gun from Ye Shi.

Lao Bai looked at him dumbfounded.

"Are you...still confused?"

"Very OK." With a thumbs up, Guangfeng grabbed Ye Shi's arm and pulled him out of the cabin.

Holding the 12mm heavy machine gun with the barrel still hot in his hand, Ye Shi, who was thrown into disgrace and disgraced, did not look scared at all, but instead had an expression of contentment.

"Oh my god...this is much more exciting than skydiving!"

Lao Bai: "..."

"Don't worry." Seeing the concern in Lao Bai's eyes, Bang Feng gave him a reliable look, "We are not joking."

Meeting that serious gaze, Lao Bai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might indeed be a little too cautious - or overprotective.

It is different from Fang Chang, a high-level player with full game talent points.

Although Kuangfeng and Yeshi's understanding of games was also very strong, they were not at the level where Qiang was speechless and admired them.

It is precisely because of this that he will always unconsciously assume the role of [big brother] and have the idea that he should take more care of them, neglecting their growth.

However, in fact, this kind of worry is simply unnecessary.

Several of his buddies are indeed ordinary people who have not received professional military training, but after experiencing so many battles and life and death tests, their combat experience has already surpassed that of themselves when they first entered the game.

Regardless of the intensity of the war or the level of bloodshed, this cruel wasteland is no less than any dark period in real history.

This is a world destroyed after the war.

A doomsday that is more barbaric than troubled times.

㱗In such a world, they who have experienced many tests are no weaker than anyone else, and they don't need anyone to take care of them.

Every player in the Burning Legion is a warrior in his own right!

Maybe I should trust my teammates more.

"Well, I can see..." Looking at the serious look in his eyes, Lao Bai suddenly smiled and his tense brows relaxed a little, "Then I'll leave it to you!"

He admits that the glider raised his blood pressure.

But now it seems...

They're not joking around.

Giving him a grateful look, Bang Feng looked at Yan Ye Shi seriously.

"Give Lao Bai the machine gun. Go to a higher point nearby to support us... Our target is entrance C. Be careful not to let the defenders place explosives at the door."

Putting the sniper rifle seized from the academy on his back, Ye Shi made an OK gesture, still with that unserious playful smile on his face.

"Take it!"

…

Compared with the parachute that falls randomly, the glider also has the advantage that you don't have to look for your teammates all over the street.

The five hundred Burning Legion soldiers who landed in the city quickly completed their reorganization, and advanced through the castle in an orderly manner using three groups as one group, three groups as one squad, and three squads as one platoon.

The streets were quiet except for sporadic gunshots and explosions.

Most of the city defense troops and militiamen were stationed on the river embankment ten kilometers away from the center, especially since this area was a bombing zone "announced" by the alliance. Only a few guards risked their lives to patrol the city, and it was rare to even see a living person.

Some guards noticed the forced landings.

Although there was no order from their superiors, they still searched the area diligently.

then--

There is no more.

To deal with these guards carrying "opening rifles", players don't even have to shoot.

The equipment of these guards was more demanding than they imagined. Except for the guard captain who was equipped with a 10mm long pistol, most of the soldiers used a slender saber or a bolt-action "opening rifle".䭾” rifle.

This kind of rifle that can be used as a spear is quite useful in the trenches, and the 7mm full-power bullet is powerful enough.

But street fighting in complex terrain is simply a nightmare for our own people.

No matter how familiar they are with the terrain, they can't withstand the fire from LD-47 assault rifles and LD-50 submachine guns.

Faced with the awakening troops fully equipped with automatic firepower and light cavalry exoskeletons, the first patrol to search instantly became innocent enemies, and was beaten and fled in less than half an hour.

…

At the same time, on a tower that had survived the explosion, Myrdal stared dumbly at the smoldering city in front of him, not understanding what was happening.

Just a few minutes ago, several black shadows destroyed his anti-aircraft gun position.

Just when he looked at the sky desperately, thinking that those planes would raise their noses and face them again, something unexpected happened.

I saw that the hundreds of planes did not raise their altitude again, but plunged into the city in front of the castle like dumplings.

Bofu, the city defense chief standing next to him, murmured to himself in stunned silence.

"What are they doing?"

An adjutant said blankly.

"...What's the reason for flying?"

"Hundreds of planes are flying out at the same time. How is this possible?"

After recovering from his brief daze, Myrdal's expression did not relax at all because of the "end" of the air raid. His intuition told him that the real air raid had just begun.

He immediately looked at the adjutant beside him and said loudly.

"Who is responsible for the area in front of the castle!"

The adjutant replied immediately after hearing this.

"Report! It's Centurion Adem!"

Myrdal remembered the name.

That guy was the leader of the Guards whom he personally promoted from the militia. Not only was he a good commander, but he was also a powerful awakening warrior.

Without a trace of hesitation, Myrdal immediately ordered.

"Give him another hundred-man team! Let him go to the city immediately to search for those pilots! Make sure to catch me alive!"

The adjutant stood upright and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

…

Following Myrdal's order, Adem immediately led his centurions and more than a hundred reinforcements into the city, preparing to capture the Alliance pilot alive.

However——

What everyone didn't expect was that the moment these two hundred-man troops entered the city, there was a crackling sound in the city, as if dozens of firecrackers had been thrown away.

The flames flickering from the muzzles were rising and falling one after another in the dark city, as dense as the starry sky above.

Almost as soon as they stepped onto the street, the centurions led by Adem were hit by automatic fire. They were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties from just one contact.

Pilots in the Falcon Kingdom are usually equipped with only one pistol, and there is no room for extra ammunition and weapons in the cockpit of an ordinary aircraft.

Not to mention encountering automatic weapons.

No one even thought that those pilots did not hide in the middle of the city, and the rebels organized and opened fire with them.

Myrdal, who was standing on the tower, stared dumbly at the city with flickering lights in the night, and even lost his voice for a moment.

The gunfire was at least the firepower of two thousand-man teams.

Could it be that Alliance pilots are not only equipped with assault rifles, but also have two bodyguards stuffed in the cabin? !

While Myrdal was still surprised, Adem, who rushed into the city with two hundred people, had already grabbed the walkie-talkie and cursed his mother.

"The firepower on the other side is too intense! We need reinforcements!"

A harsh hum filled the headphones.

The other side probably used some kind of communication to interfere with Wu Tian. He couldn't contact the rear at all and couldn't report the situation here.

Bullets were flying in the streets.

The other side didn't seem to care about the ammunition at all.

All his strength was of no use at all. Adem could only pray in his heart that his superiors could hear some clues from the gunshots and send more people over.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of stalemate with them, and gunshots rang out from all directions quickly surrounded the street where he was.

Adem's mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

Although he couldn't confirm the situation on the two captains' side, he could roughly tell from the direction of the gunshots that the two wings of the defense line were already guarded!

It only took less than half a minute for the opponent to annihilate at least four of his ten-man teams and complete the encirclement of his two centurions.

This is definitely not something that dozens of pilots can do!

At most, there are a thousand people on the opposite side!

Looking at the broken limbs on the street and the dense bullet holes on the wall, Adem, who had a murderous look on his face just a few minutes ago, now had only horror on his face.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, he grabbed the walkie-talkie that only received noise and shouted desperately.

"Damn it! These people... they are not pilots at all!"

"We're surrounded by them!"

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(Thanks to the leaders of "The No. 1 Fruit in the Watermelon Universe" and "Xueyi Wuxin" for the reward!!! I thought I could finish this chapter, but it took me a while to finish it at six o'clock. T.T)