This Game Is Too Realistic

The drum-like explosions and gunshots stopped at some point.

Not long after, black smoke floated in the direction of Dust Town.

The residents walking on the mountain path stopped involuntarily, took off their burdens, and crouched down facing the direction of the town.

"My God, the big-antlered deer..."

"I hope Lord Horned Rat is safe and sound."

"The Emperor's blessing."

From the messy prayers, it is not difficult to see how ridiculous their beliefs really are.

However, the heart that prays for peace for the warriors is not at all false.

Zhang Zhengyang, who also saw the wisp of black smoke, felt relieved as his hands were tied to the bullock cart with a rope, and he also felt a little secretly happy.

The noble bishop did not give up on him!

Their allies have sent someone to rescue him!

However, he did not write his thoughts on his face, he just shrank his head submissively, for fear of being noticed by the survivors and venting their anger on him.

Looking at the residents lying on the ground praying, Lao Bai, who was walking in front of the team, stopped and tapped his helmet with his index finger.

"Ten minutes of rest."

"We'll wait for them for a while."

This place is more than 20 miles away from Chenchen Town, and separated by forests and hills that are difficult for vehicles to traverse, there is basically no need to worry about being caught up.

Thanks to the time the brothers of the Jungle Corps bought for them, they had enough time to move to a safe area.

After about three to five minutes, the residents of Dust Town stood up from the ground one after another, patted the dust on their bodies, and picked up their luggage on the ground again.

People's mood is low and there is not much chatter.

But Lao Bai could see something other than sadness and hesitation in their eyes.

He had seen those things in the eyes of the residents of Dawn City before...

"Keep on going."

Lao Bai waved his right fist.

The transferred team formed a long snake in the mountains, winding forward towards the resettlement point hidden in the mountains.

At the same time, a small silver fixed-wing drone ended its hovering and glided along the predetermined trajectory to the side of an abandoned farm in the north.

The two Guards Regiment scouts waiting there quickly stepped forward, folded the drone, recovered it, and took it onto the "Viper" transport plane parked near the farm.

Two hours later.

The drone's memory was sent to the Monolith Building, and the battle videos and weapon data were recovered and uploaded to the server.

The office on the highest floor of the Boulder Building.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Ibers watched the battle video from beginning to end.

After about two or three seconds, he pressed the close button with a sigh and said to himself.

"I have to admit that even ugly organisms will occasionally show highlights other than death..."

"beautiful."

According to computer simulations, the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton plus the "Growler" bolter can, at most, bring the combat effectiveness of a human soldier to the same level as a mutant.

That is, when both sides use infantry armor and thermal weapons, and the differences in tactics and numbers are not large, the one-for-one battle loss ratio is a data that is relatively close to the conclusion of the deduction.

After all, mutants themselves are the by-products of the singularity technology of "Gestalt Life Forms", and their existence itself is the crystallization of biological technology.

Even if the soldiers of the Jungle Corps are all awakened, it is not easy to achieve a one-for-three record without additional support.

However, the final battle loss ratio was one to ten!

Ibers has no doubt that any regiment in Boulder City, even at its peak, cannot have such a high combat effectiveness.

Twenty versus more than five hundred...

Even a team composed of X-16 would probably be overwhelmed in a matter of minutes.

"The data is too beautiful, but it loses its reference value...but your bravery deserves to be collected by the server forever."

With a flick of his index finger on the floor-to-ceiling window, Ibbers dragged the battle records and various data into the file folder for filing.

This is the XB-1 "Growler" bolter's first battlefield appearance.

It was also the most shocking new weapon experiment in a hundred years.

Thinking that those guys were dead, a rare trace of regret appeared on Ibers's face.

"Although you probably won't have the chance to hear it, I still want to tell you."

"Your death is worth far more than most organisms."

However, he did not expect [Alliance soldiers to be so good at close combat. His original suggestion was to retreat as close to a safe distance as [10m].

How about equipping them with melee equipment like chainsaws...

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[Branch: "First test of bolt gun" mission completed! 】

[Requirement: Fight with a mutant team of more than 100 people. 】

[Ibers: "Your dead bodies and most of your organisms are worth much more. I look forward to our next cooperation with you!\