This Game Is Too Realistic

Under the rolling waves, a group of blue mutants with fish scales roared past with the ocean current. From a distance, they looked like a blue mudslide surging under the sea.

They use shrill howls to intimidate the alien species that try to get closer, and use harpoons to open up a path forward, all the way to the west along the coastline, and then all the way to the south.

Under the guidance of their ancestors' will, they have been drifting for a whole week, only resting a few times along the way. When they are hungry, they catch some sea fish, shellfish or seaweed to satisfy their hunger. Everywhere they pass is like locusts passing through, a mess.

However, even though they are hungry, their morale has not decreased at all, and the hope of fighting burning in their pupils is getting higher and higher.

The temporary hunger is just to make room for the upcoming banquet. They will soon be able to feast on the gifts of their ancestors and enjoy the screams and wailings of the prey to their heart's content.

Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, the leading mutant suddenly straightened up and stepped on the current to stop its swimming momentum.

"Crack——!"

The blue-skinned mutants following him dispersed, and thousands of them stood on the rocky seabed, like a ghostly kelp forest.

"Boat!"

It opened its mouth and let out a shrill scream, raised its head and stared ahead, and then glanced uncertainly at Fang Yan on the coastline on the right.

The human village predicted by the priest was to the northwest of them, but a few miles away to the west, there were two cargo ships heading straight towards them.

It puffed up its chest and took a deep breath of the cold seawater, and a string of endless bubbles rolled out from its cheeks.

As if it smelled something, its eyes gradually emitted a bloodthirsty light.

"people!"

"Animals!"

"many!!!"

Jian Kuai is not alone, thousands of turbid pupils are imprinted with the bloodthirsty light and desire for killing.

As if it felt the desire for killing boiling in its blood, it let out a shrill scream at the top of its voice.

"Sink them!"

That hoarse scream was like a horn blowing for attack, and it was followed by cheers and screams like crushing shells.

"Kaka——!"

Thousands of blue-skinned mutants were like runaway seahorses, swarming forward again at a faster speed.

The mutant carrying the torpedo took the lead in breaking away from the team, plucking the barrel-thick firecracker at the bottom of the seabed, and then pulled out the fuse.

A string of endless bubbles floated above, and the blue-skinned mutant covered his ears, kicked his legs, and ran away from the torpedo that was ready to go.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of "dong", a thick and long dark-colored bubble column rushed diagonally into the sea, carrying the huge torpedo and ramming straight into the cargo ship in front.

This kind of civilian cargo ship was not equipped with professional underwater sonar. The people on the ship did not sense the underwater attack at all, and just took a hit without knowing it.

The shock wave of the explosion shook the forward momentum of the entire cargo ship. As the milky bubbles dispersed, a sunken breach appeared on the side of the bow, and there were even a few unlucky ones. of humans fell into the water.

Looking at the slowly capsizing cargo ship, a group of blue-skinned mutants screamed in excitement, hitting the shields made of turtle shells or the rocks beside them with their weapons, just like a group of people banging forks waiting for a meal. of savages.

Just as they expected, as the cargo ship slowly tilted, more and more crew members jumped into the sea like dumplings.

The huge number was completely beyond the expectations of all the mutants present.

Usually when they sink a ship, they can only kill thirty prey at most.

Now, only one cargo ship has fallen prey, and the number is still increasing.

The mutants felt as if they had seen heaven, and their turbid pupils suddenly glowed with green light.

Praise the ancestors! !

The blue-skinned mutant, who had no time to thank his ancestors for the gift, spat out the bubbles in his mouth, let out an excited scream, and then rushed forward with his harpoon.

"Kill!!"

Under its leadership, the mutants lurking at the bottom of the sea kicked out their legs, and the guys in their hands killed the drowned rats that fell into the water.

Just like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep!

"Kill!!!"

Before those imperial soldiers floating on the sea and choking on the water could realize what was happening, they were pierced through the chests by harpoons and crossbows.

The sea surface was dyed red with blood, and it was a shocking and ferocious scene.

Screams and wails followed the waves of the sea one after another, like a hell on earth.

In just a few breaths, nearly ten people died! The rest of the people who were lucky enough to survive had no idea what had happened and could only dig their dogs towards the shore desperately.

Obviously, for the imperial soldiers who set foot outside Borneo for the first time, these blue-skinned monsters are still a bit too "ahead of their time".

䀴The same goes for those mutants who feast on food.

The flavors of these humans with their own condiments are so unique, completely different from the ones they eat.

But it doesn’t matter.

It makes no difference to them who have been hungry for a week. They just want to enjoy this banquet of death and killing!

The soldiers of the Xilan Empire who had not yet jumped off the ship saw clearly what was swimming in the water, and panic was printed on their faces.

Those blue skins resemble the coats of the shelter residents.

They look like humans but not humans, and they look like fish but not fish. They are waving harpoons, sticks, and even fishing nets in their hands. They make shrill screams and laughter, and quickly harvest the lives that fall into the water one after another.

In just a few breaths, corpses were floating everywhere on the sea, and every wave hitting the string of the ship was stained with shocking scarlet.

What's even more frightening is that the monsters don't seem to be content with simply executing their opponents.

They often pulled these fallen soldiers out of the water, and then pushed them into the water again before they could breathe. They tortured the prey until they were exhausted and dying, no longer struggling, and finally slit their throats. , enjoy their flesh and blood.

Listening to the wails of the soldiers in the water, the soldiers who were crowded on the side of the ship and had not yet had time to dive had pale faces, and their eyes were filled with fear and bewildered despair.

They either shouted at people who fell into the water, trying to pull them onto the sinking cargo ship, or they raised their rifles and fired at the rolling waves, throwing grenades into the water.

Unfortunately, all efforts are in vain and have no effect at all...

Just when Mo Yanwei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the captain named Dirang and several of his guards, dragging a kayak and trotting towards the river. Exit the cabin.

While those mutants were still feasting in the sea and had no time to pay attention to them, they threw the kayak into the sea without saying a word and rowed towards the shore with all their strength.

Seeing the hope of survival, Mo Yanwei rushed into the cabin and unexpectedly found several spare rubber boats and wooden dinghies lying in the corner of the cabin.

Knowing that his little strength was not enough, he did not drag these survival tools out immediately. Instead, he had an idea and ran across the deck, shouting at those guys who had not yet entered the water because they could not swim.

"There's a lifeboat in the cabin!"

"Drag them out quickly!"

Hearing his call, everyone hurriedly swarmed the admiral and grabbed the few life-saving straws. He took the opportunity to get on a cargo ship and escaped before the cargo ship completely sank.

There was chaos on the sea, and from time to time there were screams of death and fighting with great resistance.

Looking at the small boats and even bathtubs passing by overhead, the soldiers who fell into the water desperately stretched out their hands to try to grab something.

However, most of the dozen or so "small boats" were already overcrowded and could not accommodate the nearly a thousand people who fell into the water.

Some kind-hearted people saw familiar faces, but they still couldn't bear to kill their compatriots, so they acquiesced to them and put their hands on the side of the ship. As long as they didn't get on the ship, they wouldn't stop them.

Some ruthless guys completely ignored the friendship between compatriots. Seeing that the speed of rushing to the shore was dragged down, they all rushed forward with rifle butts, spurs and even boot soles, just to get rid of these encumbrances and get ashore faster. So that you can survive.

Witnessing this scene of hell on earth, Mo Yanwei was horrified and huddled up on the boat, fearing that these people would throw him overboard and those compatriots who fell into the water would come up instead.

However, what surprised him was that those vicious guys didn't do this.

Perhaps because the people standing next to him these days are all big shots, these low-status wolf tribesmen also "love the house and the bird" and instinctively regard him, the kidnapped foreigner, as some kind of adult.

Thanks to the disregard of these people, he was able to leave the waters full of blood and death without any danger, and stranded on the shore with the boat.

He used all his strength to climb out of the boat. He rolled on the ground and ran for more than ten meters. He rolled over and lay on his back on the muddy beach, gasping for fresh air, with his face covered in mud. Full of shock.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice coming from the side and immediately looked sideways.

I saw a soaked man limping to the shore holding a Ripper rifle and with shocking scars on his shoulders.

That person was none other than Singer, Captain Achim's bodyguard. He was also the first person to respond to the Captain's order to abandon the ship and jump into the sea.

I didn’t expect that he was still alive!

Mo Qianwei couldn't help but have a trace of surprise written on his face.

Especially when he heard the guy's first words after coming ashore, his jaw almost dropped.

"...What the hell, I got fucked by these blue gophers!" Singer cursed through gritted teeth as he spat blood on the beach.

These guys have no moral ethics!

Unexpectedly, those blue gophers only looked honest on the surface, but were cunning and cunning secretly. They had already seen through the empire's plan!

But that’s okay…

Since the power of those blue ghosts is tied up at sea, the defense on the shore must be empty, and the land happens to be the home ground of the Xilan Empire.

As long as he can regroup the troops who fled to the shore, even if there are only one or two teams of men, he will definitely be able to fulfill his mission and capture the French Fry Port!

Seeing the mentally disturbed guy walking towards him, Mo Yanwei quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but within two seconds, he was pulled up from the ground by his collar.

"Get up! I know you are not dead!"

Mo Yanwei opened his eyes tremblingly, and before he was fully awake, he saw the twisted face like an evil ghost.

"S-Sir..."

Singer stared at him ferociously and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"Take me to the Alliance camp! Now!"

Mo Yanwei opened his mouth and glanced at the soldiers lying like dead dogs on the beach, and then at the guy grabbing his collar. He was about to ask him, "Are you crazy?" But because his mouth was opened so wide, he was dislocated and could not speak.

Fortunately, he didn't need to speak anymore.

Less than two seconds after Singh finished speaking, a gunshot was heard from the forest in the distance.

That's the sound of a Ripper's rifle!

Just as the gunfire rang out, gunshots like raindrops rang through the beach and the forest, and a fierce exchange of fire was about to break out!

Singer immediately let go of his hand and threw Mo Fanwei, who had just half sat up, to the ground. He loaded the rifle in his hand and yelled at the soldiers who were struggling to get up from the beach.

"Ready to fight!"

…

The time came to half an hour ago.

There was darkness and silence on the beachhead on the northwest side of Fries Harbor.

If you didn't look closely, you probably wouldn't be able to see the helmets hidden behind the sandbags and pits, as well as the gun barrels hidden under the camouflage net.

Initially, there were fifty people guarding the position. They changed shifts several times during the course, and by night there were still about thirty people left.

Lying next to a fixed "Tornado" grenade launcher, a player wearing an exoskeleton couldn't help but laugh and muttered something in a low voice.

"Damn it, those mutants have gone to the Antarctic."

"Why haven't there been any shadows for a long time?"

It's already 8pm in this game, and in reality it's time to get up and have breakfast.

Another player next to the squatting man made a helpless expression.

"Ghost knows, I'm not sure whether the ones who come up are mutants. Maybe there are just a few crabs coming up."

When he heard that there were crabs to eat, the man who was still yawning suddenly became energetic, swallowed his saliva and said, "Huh?"

"That's not very good, just add a meal."

"puff--"

The silent player next to him almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and his shoulders were shaking.

Seeing that the discipline of this group of people was becoming more and more lax, the team leader who was staring at the beach finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to slap the innocent man on the back of the head who was suppressing a smile.

"Keep your voice down! You're laughing like a fool. Are you afraid that others won't know there's someone here?"

What if those guys hear someone here and don't come from this beach?

Then how can he get people killed!

The player who got hit on the helmet smiled awkwardly, and everyone felt embarrassed. They all restrained themselves and focused on their respective tracking positions.

At this time, a head with a haystack on its head popped out of the foxhole on the side.

He vaguely heard someone calling his name, and the player glanced this way in confusion.

"Captain, you called me?"

Team leader: "..."

This guy was not just the guy with a low smile, everyone else had their heads buried and their shoulders shaken.

And the guy with a low point of laughter was even more impatient. He knocked his head on the sandbag and simply went offline to laugh.

Looking at the fool who was poking his head, the team leader was about to give him a few words of scolding when a serious voice came over the communication frequency.

"Position 4, what's going on over there?"

Upon hearing the superior's inquiry, the squad leader looked solemn, glared at the shrinking haystack, and quickly lowered his voice to report to you.

"Report, there is no situation at the moment!"

Murderous Dagger: "...Close it and continue to be alert. We will change shifts in a few minutes. Brothers, please hold on."

The squad leader groaned in embarrassment.

"yes."

There are not many old players in Potato Port. Most of them are players between level 10 and 20. There are also some people who have just passed level 10 and come here to try their luck. Occasionally they act a little dazed. That's normal.

The game atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" is generally okay. Most old players have a relatively tolerant attitude towards cute people. After all, this is how everyone has been here.

Silence returned to the battlefield, which was in stark contrast to the rising tide just a few feet away.

However, looking at the peaceful waves, Fang Chang, who was holding the telescope, couldn't help but frown, with a worried expression on his face.

It has been two hours into the night.

Do you really have to wait until the afternoon?

Or is he just overthinking the so-called attack?

"...Maybe he won't come."

Just when Fang Chang was muttering in his heart, a sound of squeaking and sesame paste suddenly came from the communication frequency.

"...This is the investigation team. We heard gunshots here, which came from the sea to the southwest of us."

"Gunshots?"

Hearing that report, Fang Chang felt excited and immediately opened the VM map without saying anything.

But when he looked at the flashing green dot on the west side of the camp, he was slightly startled.

Still heading west?

Where did this go?

In the brief second that he was stunned, another communication request suddenly popped up on the VM screen, this time from Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin.

Instructing Sesame Paste to stand by nearby, Fang Chang immediately pressed the answer button, and Captain Chen's voice soon came.

"...Our sensors detected two consecutive explosions in the sea near you. I'm not sure if you paid attention. Are you in trouble?"

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Explosion? We didn't see anything here, but someone heard the gunfire. Can you tell the general direction of the explosion?"

Chen Jianhong: "To the east of us, to yours... uh, it should be about five kilometers to the west. I'll send you the coordinates."

Fang Chang: "Come on, please continue to remain silent and don't contact us unless necessary."

Chen Jianhong: "Understood."

After hanging up the communication, Fang Chang looked at the VM map and quickly saw the synchronized coordinates from the Dolphin.

It even comes with an estimated explosion yield.

Those two flashing question marks were about five kilometers west of Chipchi Port, and almost touched the shore of the north shore of the strait, so that they were stunned for a long time.

Good guy.

Are these mutants planning to play tactics with themselves?

But there is no use going around to the west...

The Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps are stationed on the high ground to the northwest of the camp, with a wide and unobstructed view of the surroundings. With the help of agile and perception players to track enemies and report points, a few machine guns and mortars can kill those beasts. On the beach, there is still some hope by just walking up from the pier due south.

Although only a little.

At this moment, the murderous dagger, which had just handed over the defense zone to the friendly forces in shift, was heading this way.

Before the guy could speak, Fang Chang immediately looked at him and said something.

"Shadow, take people to the west to have a look."

Murderous Dagger was stunned for a moment, suppressing all his doubts about whether those mutants would come or not, and looked at him confused and asked.

"West? Where?"

"There was an explosion in the water about five kilometers to the west. I have updated the approximate coordinates on your map. Just follow the coastline and head west."

While speaking, Fang Chang pointed his index finger on the screen and had completed editing the mission path.

Seeing Elder Brother Fang's serious expression, Murderous Dagger suddenly became energetic, and the boredom on his face was wiped away.

"Take it!"

He responded without saying a word, and hurriedly ran to the team members who had just been disbanded, and organized the team of more than thirty people into another group.

"Brothers are here! Follow your father to the west and show you the world!"

As soon as they heard that work was coming, everyone who was listless a second ago suddenly became excited. The guy got up and followed behind these thirty-plus level bosses, leaning towards the outside of the position and chattering. The ground began to ask.

"Boss! Who is the enemy?"

"Is he a mutant?"

"I heard they are blue-skinned!"

"Are the dropped materials valuable?"

Seeing how these people had never seen the world, Murderous Dagger chuckled.

No, he hasn't seen it either.

But it doesn't matter, I'll see you soon.

"Stop talking nonsense. Two explosions occurred five kilometers due west of our position. No matter what came from us, we will make those idiots regret coming to find trouble with us!"

After running all the way along the edge of the rain forest, the group finally arrived near the coordinates, and at a glance they saw the group of guys on the beach climbing ashore in embarrassment.

Seeing the group of soaked guys in the distance, Murderous Dagger didn't even need to ask, he already had a rough idea of ​​what happened.

These guys were probably passing through the strait and ran into the mutants who were looking for trouble for them.

This luck is so incredible!

In the end, conscience prevailed, Sha Diao held back his laughter and shouted towards the beach not far away.

"Common fellows in front! Get away from the shore quickly, we are here to rescue you!"

Climbing to the shore with a look of embarrassment, Di Rang was instantly alert when he heard the shouts coming from the forest. He glanced at the nearby jungle and raised the rifle in his hand.

"who!"

Murderous Dagger shouted again: "We are from the alliance!"

Alliance! ?

Hearing the word "㳔," Commander Dirang's expression suddenly changed, and he roared while opening the safety of his rifle.

"It's an alliance!"

"Ready to fight!"

The guard standing next to him reacted faster than him. He raised the rifle in his hand and fired a round into the dark woods. Then he covered the officer beside him and went to the bunker nearby.

He was startled by the "pop" sound of the gunshot. When he saw the bullets flying towards him, he thought it was the guys who got angry and shouted quickly.

"Damn it, we are human beings, it is the mutants who fucked you, not me, please see clearly and turn off the insurance -"

However, the group of people didn't listen to what he said.

Before he could finish his words, there was another gunshot, and this time the bullet followed his voice and hit the tree trunk next to him.

As if given an order, gunfire crackled on the beach.

The forty or fifty people who rushed to the shore opened fire and quickly dispersed to both sides.

They either lay down on the spot and dug out foxholes, or rolled behind the rocks to find cover. Regardless of their own embarrassment, they put on an offensive stance and fired suppressive fire at the players in the forest.

The five or eight gunshots were fired by opener rifles, as well as legion-standard "blade" assault rifles and PU-9 assault rifles.

It was clear to this person that these guys were not angry at all, but were here to cause trouble for them.

More and more soldiers who fell into the water swam to the shore, or landed in small escape boats. One by two, they were just like rushing to the beach. They didn't care who was chasing them and biting them, and they didn't even pat the mud on their pants. Suddenly, there was a burst of banging and beating towards the shore.

The killing dagger who was about to pull them out suddenly became angry and didn't bother to care about the misunderstanding.

Each of these guys was carrying a gun, with ammunition bags rolled up on their backs, and they all had engineer shovels on their waists. It would be too far-fetched to say that they were just people passing by.

At first glance, he doesn’t look like a good person!

Seeing that more and more people were coming ashore, and there must be one or two hundred people, Murderous Dagger immediately shouted at the thirty or so brothers behind him.

"Damn it!"

"Not only do these 2Bs not appreciate it, they dare to open fire on us!"

"Hit him hard!!"