This Game Is Too Realistic

Li Jinrong was completely stunned.

The same goes for Xiao Yue lying next to him.

The thick haze had dissipated a lot. The two of them held telescopes in their hands and stared intently at the battlefield covered by artillery fire.

If the previous round of artillery fire coverage only gave him a shock at the Firepower of the Heart of Steel, then this frontal battlefield battle simply subverted his understanding of people.

Those guys...

Are they really still human?

He had never seen a human soldier who could fight mutants in hand-to-hand combat.

At this moment, he saw with his own eyes a guy wearing a 嗗-shaped exoskeleton, using a chain saw to split the two-meter-tall prosthetic mutant in half, and then smoothly took out a handful of picked-up mutants. A shotgun cracked a green guy's head.

What made him even more incredible was——

The beasts began to get scared.

Yes.

The expressions of fear clearly appeared on the faces of the demons, and he couldn't even believe his eyes - the beasts that worshiped death and killing were actually frightened by a group of even more desperate guys.

The sun is really coming out in the west!

"...It seems Brother Ji has already taken care of it." Fang Chang, who put away the telescope in his hand and stood not far from the two of them, said calmly.

There is no suspense about the battle itself.

In the past, Brother Chicken with more than 20 brothers could withstand a thousand-man army. Now, 120 fully equipped infantrymen can deal with a group of guys who were crippled by bombs. If they can still overturn, they can delete the account and practice. .

Even though this group of guys is much stronger than the previous one.

After all, a beast is still a beast. Even if it uses human soldiers and learns human tactics, it still cannot change the savagery in its core.

The only suspense now is how many heads Brother Chicken has chopped off. The idle guys on the official website opened a game and asked him to be the referee.

Unfortunately, the view here is not good and we can only see the general outline.

㳔At this time, you still have to ask Brother Chicken himself, 㳔How many have he killed?

Xiao Yue swallowed, got up from the ground, looked at Fang Chang aside, and couldn't help but ask.

"That...are those people the Burning Legion?"

If it were those guys...

He didn't think it was too strange to be able to capture a monster like the Heart of Steel.

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile.

"You said they...those guys are brothers from the Jungle Corps, although they are also a bunch of ruthless people."

Jungle Corps?

Li Jinrong and Xiao Yue looked at each other with confusion in each other's eyes, and a trace of shock gradually appeared on their faces.

He vaguely heard merchants from the north say that in addition to the Burning Corps, the Alliance's ace in the battle with the Legions in Luoxia Province also had several Legions such as the Storm, Death, and Skeletons, but he was the only one he had never heard of. The name of the Jungle Corps.

A little-known regiment can have such combat effectiveness...

How awesome must the legendary Burning Legion be?

But speaking of it, the man in front of him seemed to be from the Burning Corps.

Probably remembering this incident, the two NPCs looked at Fang Chang differently.

Xiao Yue glanced at Li Jinrong excitedly.

‘Haiya Ting Province can be saved! ’

Li Jinrong also nodded excitedly.

'Um! ’

With such a powerful neighbor as an ally, why worry about not being able to regain the Haiyading Province!

The ambition to expel those evil believers from their hometown...

He finally saw the hope of realization!

…

Beside the abandoned water tank on the other side, the hunters who came from Hope Town stared at the dusty battlefield in stunned silence.

The terrain here is relatively high and the view is better. You can see the center of the battlefield that is invisible to others.

I saw the green-skinned monster with teeth and claws stabbed through the chest by a long and thick chain saw, and the blood and minced meat were thrown several meters high by the saw blade rolling on the ground.

The sun shines through the increasingly thin gray-green dust haze, and a colorful bridge is vaguely formed in the swaying blood mist.

Standing in front of the green-skinned monster, the ruthless man with his left arm raised was covered in blood, mixed with the blood-stained steel armor.

Liu Youxiong was stunned, his mouth opened wide, he couldn't close his chin, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

It took him a while before he managed to squeeze out a word from his congealed throat.

"...won?"

A human... let's call him a human, actually killed a cyborg mutant in a one-on-one fight!

Looking at it, the guy he killed seemed to be a leader of the mutant centurion or even the captain of thousands.

Gradually, the disbelief in those eyes turned into the color of admiration.

At this time, the voice of aging sounded in his ears.

"Are you envious?"

Liu Youxiong was startled and looked aside hurriedly. There was nothing next to the rusty guardrail.

The voice seemed to be in his head.

He swallowed and answered truthfully.

"I... am quite envious."

The air was quiet for a while.

Just when he awkwardly thought that he had hallucinated something earlier, to his surprise, the voice came again.

"Poor man..."

There was a trace of pity in the voice, but Liu Youxiong didn't feel any comfort, he lowered his head and muttered.

"You don't need to tell me, I know."

What Hope Town lacks the most is hope. The students there are definitely unlucky for eight lifetimes. No one needs to tell him that he knows this kind of thing.

His father was eaten by a bear, so his mother named him after a bear and told him to always be wary of wild bears in the forest.

When he picked up the shotgun and went outside the village, he discovered that a few wild bears were not dangerous at all. Monsters more terrifying than that were everywhere in the wasteland.

But he had to go out.

The only thing his father passed down to him was the shotgun that often misfired. He had nothing else to do. If he didn't go hunting, he would starve to death.

The voice was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking.

After a moment, the old voice continued.

"What would you do if you had that power?"

Liu Youxiong replied almost without hesitation.

"Make a lot of money!"

He heard that those mercenaries were very profitable. Whether it was golden coins or colorful pieces of paper, they could exchange for many things that he couldn't exchange for prey.

However, he has no fighting experience and does not have those excellent weapons.

If he had that much power...

He must be able to eat meat and drink wine like the mercenaries sitting in the Grizzly Bear and Street Lamp Tavern.

㱗In his opinion, that is how people live.

The voice did not laugh at his ideals, but continued to ask quietly.

"Where's the queen?"

Liu Youxiong was stunned for a moment.

"Later... buy a piece of land?"

The voice continued to ask.

"It's time to wait."

Liu Youxiong was a little annoyed by the question. Since this guy can appear out of thin air in his mind, why not pry open his brain and take a look?

"How can there be so many concubines..."

He didn't want to cooperate with that pretentious guy anymore, but unfortunately, he didn't find the button to turn off the sound.

The voice ignored his troubles and continued talking to itself.

"The strong eat the weak. Once the weak have power, they will not even think about ending this wasteland. They will become the next cannibal... I know your past, and I also know about Boulder City. In the past, we would search for possibilities that were almost impossible to exist in every place. Unfortunately, all we saw were things uglier than beasts. Guys who should live like humans put themselves and others They all turned into forest animals.”

Liu Youxiong swallowed as he gradually couldn't understand what the man said.

"Who are you..."

"I……"

The man paused for a while, seemingly hesitating whether to say his name, but finally said frankly.

"It's Luo Gan."

Usually he would tell mortals that he is the Son and the apostles that he is the Forefather, because this can save unnecessary and cumbersome explanations.

Unknowingly, he himself also took on the role of a god, using divinity instead of humanity to think about everything.

At this moment, he changed his mind.

Relying on the technology left over from the People's Alliance era, they built a nearly perfect system for that great plan, and sacrificed themselves first before sacrificing everyone else in exchange for eternal time to ensure that the plan could be implemented step by step.

But the irony is that I, who should not have made the mistake the least, felt a little shaken in my heart at the last moment.

Is it really necessary to tear down the entire house just to stop a rat from sneaking into the house?

It wasn't the alliance manager's ridicule that made him shake, it was the fact that he sincerely looked down on those pragmatic people who were trying to fix their headaches.

They seem to solve every problem step by step, but they do not get to the core of the problem at all.

The managers of that alliance will not be greater than the first managers of Boulder City. What did that settlement become like later?

Singularity City is no different.

I don’t know from which day the lofty ideal of saving everyone and relying on the heaven and the earth rather than relying on oneself has compromised with reality and turned into something else that was never imagined. Those guys are not even as good as the nobles of Boulder City. At least those dog-like guys don't use stew pots to eat people.

The Torch Church's approach may be a bit extreme. Luo Gan feels that compared to the real Torch Plan thought up by the elites before the war, they are much more benevolent.

At least, they don't plan to kill all life on the planet to create a pure paradise.

They truly intend to save everyone, make human beings a higher being, and make the wasteland disappear completely.

Luo Gan had no doubt that he was doing the right thing, and he didn't care at all about the cynicism of those guys who didn't understand anything.

Just when he was about to cut off the voice with his own hands, he thought of the little girl lying in a pool of blood.

He left many crystals in this diocese, but only that one was special to him. He split the divinity into countless parts and scattered them across this land, but left only the humanity behind. she.

When the crystal element carrying the memory of death was newly activated and the cut data flowed back into his body, his soul finally trembled uncontrollably.

The lingering voice in his ears tortured himself repeatedly.

Compared with the lives they have sacrificed step by step and in batches over the past twenty years, compared with the monsters and monsters in the wasteland, which one is more?

At that moment, Luo Gan suddenly discovered that on the road leading to Utopia, he seemed to have become a part of this wasteland.

This is something that cannot be measured at all...

There is still one last step before the kingdom of heaven comes, and the alliance does not seem to realize what this fog means.

But in the end, he couldn't do it anymore.

As Luo Gan, he wanted to ask ordinary people for their opinions.

As a human being, he is not a god.

This was something he hadn't done in a long time.

"...Luo Gan?" Liu Youxiong looked confused when he heard that name.

He had never heard of this name before, but he vaguely remembered hearing it somewhere.

Is it from the priest or the mayor?

Luo Gan was not satisfied and asked patiently.

"Why do you believe in the torch?"

Liu Youxiong scratched his head with a confused expression.

"I... don't know. In fact, I have believed in the big-antlered deer god before, but the big shots in the town told us that if we believe in this, mutants won't bully us, and we started to believe in him after that."

Yes.

It's to avoid being bullied by mutants.

He almost forgot!

Liu Youxiong felt a fire in his heart.

He felt cheated because things were not at all what the guys said they were.

Those green-skinned guys didn't care at all about what they believed or didn't believe, and the aloof Holy Son didn't even care about them. Instead, he used divine punishment to intimidate them. Which came first, deception or their wavering?

He is just a hunter, why does he have to go to that heaven? Is there anything wrong in wanting to live a better life after he has the strength? The day was blue, so the clouds were white, so it had to be wrong!

Luo Gan didn't pay attention to his anger and continued to ask calmly.

"Then do you want the heaven described by the Holy Son?"

Liu Youxiong didn't have any good impression of the Holy Son anymore, so he didn't dare to curse out loud, but he still couldn't help but sneer and sneer.

"What is heaven? Ha, you mean this piece of fog that smells rancid? If it's as foggy as here, I really pity the people who live there!"

He waited for a long time but didn't hear a response, and he couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart.

That Luo Gan...

Could he be an apostle sent by the Son?

He shouldn't be snitching.

Uneasy in the silent atmosphere, a drop of cold sweat slowly ran across Liu Youxiong's forehead.

At this moment, a gentle sigh came from his ears.

"I see."

If my practice is not enough...

Luo Gan thought silently in his heart and left his side.

"What do you know?"

Listening to those meaningless words, Liu Youxiong looked around blankly, but could not see a single figure except the empty ruins.

He was sure he wasn't crazy.

Someone did come here, but after not getting his approval, he seemed to leave in despair.

It's like I've never been here before...

…

The center of the battlefield.

Looking at the chain saw inserted into his chest, Kulu slowly raised his stiff neck and looked at the iron lump standing in front of him.

The guy's condition was not that good either. He had been fighting for dozens of rounds. The blood-soaked armor was covered with dents and cracks, and the chain saw in his hand was only missing. A little bit could split this guy in half.

䛈䀴, this is not even a comfort to him.

As a warrior named by the leader, he lost to a human.

And it is in the strength and courage that he is most proud of.

He will probably become the laughing stock of everyone in the tribe tonight.

The corners of Kulu's mouth opened in a cruel arc, staring at the helmet with only a crack left, and said in a hoarse voice.

"What's your name?"

"Twenty-one."

The eyes under the helmet looked at him ruthlessly, and this dull answer drifted out from the only gap.

Kuru didn't understand what he was talking about, so he just thought it was self-reporting.

He lowered his green-to-black head and muttered.

"Twenty-one...?"

He will remember the name.

When he enters the kingdom of the dead, he will wait there for this guy to come down, and then have a happy fight with him...

Next time, he will definitely not lose.

Stab-!

With a heart-wrenching crunching sound, bones and flesh were thrown into the sky by the rolling saw blade.

Midnight Killer, a man of few words, suddenly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm and cut Kulu into two pieces from his chest to his shoulders.

The burly and majestic body hit the ground, and the blood quickly seeped into the muddy black soil.

Seeing the Centurion die at the hands of that human, the remaining mutants finally could no longer hold back the panic in their hearts.

Just like when they came howling, they were beaten and bruised, and they ran towards the city of Jinhe as if they were dead.

These guys are not human at all——

It's the devil!

䀴This also accelerated their collapse!

"Crush them!"

Midnight Killer roared loudly, straightened the 19mm barrel of his right arm, removed the jammed ammunition feeder and inserted an explosive bomb.

boom--!

A mutant soldier was shot in the back, and dazzling fire shot out of its chest. The guy didn't even have time to suffer, and was pushed to the ground by the brutal and destructive force without a word.

"Flush them!"

"Want to run? There's no way!"

"Ouch!"

Other players covered in blood also picked up the bolters thrown aside, changed the magazines, and fired at the fleeing mutant.

Tracers danced on the muddy battlefield, and the players firing and advancing were like meat grinders.

Under the baptism of bullets, the last dozens of mutant soldiers were killed one by one, and soon no one was left.

The battle is completely over.

Everyone began to count the casualties.

There were twenty of them when they came, but now there are still ninety-seven of them left, and only twenty-three of the unlucky brothers died at the hands of the mutants.

As for how many they killed, most players can't remember, and can only roughly estimate that there were five or six.

There is no doubt that this is a hearty victory!

Not only did they severely defeat the arrogance of those green-skinned guys, they also proved to the survivors on this land that those beasts were not invincible!

Cheers of victory resounded on the battlefield.

"Brother Chicken is awesome!"

"Hahaha, it's so cool!"

"Brother! Do we have a chance to promote the PV?"

“One shot is still no problem!”

"Damn it, I'm so fierce, and I only have one shot??"

"Damn! Aren't you satisfied with just one shot?"

"The main reason is that there are too many ruthless people in this server, and a one-minute PV is not enough. Let the dog-ahem, let the planner make the video longer."

Looking at the brothers cheering for victory, Midnight Killer gave high-fives to the Pi City paratroopers, little bookworms, and model workers who came up.

Before he could take a breath, the floor worker asked excitedly.

"How are you, brothers? How many are there?"

He also participated in the gambling game on the forum, and he only bet two silver coins. Brother Bet Chicken will definitely break the previous record this time.

The strength of Brother Killer is obvious to everyone.

Although it was a favorable situation this time, and the few remaining heads were not enough for more than a dozen brothers, this guy never gave orders when fighting, and he rushed faster than anyone else.

There is still hope to break the record of sixteen kills!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Midnight Killer, who had regained his senses, smiled honestly, raised the turned off chain saw and rubbed his helmet.

"It just broke the record."

Let’s break all the records of Mr. Garbage.

This time he was really happy!

…

Heart of Steel, the entrance to the infirmary.

Chu Guang, standing outside the corridor, looked past the porthole on one side and looked down at the gray-green haze in the distance.

Although the situation on the surface cannot be seen clearly from here, in every battle there are always players who are injured and find it troublesome to repair themselves.

Just now, he had learned the result of this battle in advance through the official website forum and from the posts of those players.

Those players are his eyes.

Can see for him the places he can't see.

When she came behind him, Hanshuang, who usually looked not very smart, now lowered his head with a serious look on his face.

"Sorry...we tried our best."

Chu Guang, who had his back turned to it, sighed softly.

"Don't blame yourself...we have done everything we can."

After Yinyin was shot, the players stationed there immediately called for the Viper transport plane and sent her to the airship accompanied by Chen Yutong.

Although the little girl was not a citizen of the alliance, it was the players' wish that she get better. Chu Guang also looked down upon this and immediately contacted the medical staff sent by the company to the ship to rescue her.

Unfortunately, her heartbeat stopped when she got off the plane, and even an urgent replacement of the bionic sensor could not save her.

He was a person who did not like to express his anger in words, and he did not sympathize with the farmer who had brought it upon himself.

After seeing that bloody face, he couldn't help but let the solar eclipse activate the crystal in her head, and scolded the guy hiding in the sanctuary.

Hanshuang faced Chu Guang's back in silence, rarely saying a word.

It still can't understand what kind of plan requires the sacrifice of tens of thousands of people to complete.

When Chu Guang told her that this number was only what they saw, and those who didn't see it didn't know how many zeros had to be added, it almost couldn't believe what he said.

Is this the conclusion humans come to after thinking to no avail?

This is different from a simple war.

Even if it can't agree, it can at least understand what the Legion wants to do, but these guys are stubbornly doing something that it can't understand anyway.

Hanshuang was confused for a moment.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, remained silent.

It can sense that its owner is not in a good mood, but it doesn't know what to say, so it can only stay by his side quietly.

At this time, the door of the infirmary suddenly opened, and the expressionless Sun Eclipse walked out of the room.

Chu Guang looked at it and was about to ask what was going on now, but Sun Eclipse, who stood in front of the two of them, spoke first.

"She's dead."

Hearing the death announcement, Chu Guang was not surprised at all and just sighed softly.

"I see."

Hanshuang's face was filled with sadness.

Sun Eclipse continued to look at Chu Guang expressionlessly, his pupils flickering slightly.

"But still alive."

Hanshuang: "?"

Xiaoqi: "???"

Chu Guang: "...?"

What?