This Game Is Too Realistic

A blue sea.

A propeller plane painted in sea blue is quietly clinging to the sea, rising and falling with the surging waves, like a drifting wooden board.

Two pontoons replace the 20mm cannon and lie under the aircraft like a sled. A depth charge with a pressure sensor is tightly attached to the belly of the aircraft, like a sharp blade hidden under the blue sky.

Everything was quiet except for the sound of the tide.

At this moment, Feng Qing, who was lying in the cockpit with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes with excitement and stood up from her seat.

Because of the excessive force, her forehead almost hit the cockpit. Thanks to the seat belt, she did not have an accident.

There was a squeaking sound and the silent aircraft seemed to come to life again.

Almost at the same time, the standard voice of the regiment commander, Brother Mosquito, came over the communication channel.

"...The fish is hooked!"

There was a noisy electric sound in the communication channel.

The VM screen strapped to the thigh also lit up at the same time, and the strike coordinates estimated based on the position and relative distance of friendly forces were displayed on the map.

Feng Qing calmly took out a chocolate from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. Feng Qing skillfully reached out to open the dashboard on the cockpit and started the plane's engine.

The propeller on the nose of the plane roared, dragging the light fuselage forward against the waves.

Controlling the speed at the critical point of takeoff, Feng Qing did not pull up the nose of the plane in a hurry, and tapped the rhythm with her index finger holding the joystick.

The continuous sound of the tide was overshadowed by the roar of the more turbulent propellers, and the quiet and peaceful sea suddenly boiled.

Not just one——

But a whole cross!

One after another, the W-2/H maritime attack aircraft are like speeding boats, clinging to the turbulent sea and heading quickly towards the attack coordinates shared by friendly forces...

…

The sound of the tide is boiling above the blue waves, and the waves are rolling below the blue waves.

The hoarse scream is like a sweeping harpoon, driving away the fish and alien species in front. A group of monsters wearing blue scales are clinging to the seabed and swimming quickly towards the seabed aqueduct on the west side of the circular island.

Behind this group of mutants was a huge sea monster, which was shaped like a snake or a fish, a bit like a prehistoric plesiosaur.

The tail that is more than ten meters long is hung with dragon-like scales, the protruding head is like a crocodile's mouth, and the sharp fangs are like the blades of a chainsaw, as if it can bite off a small ship in one bite.

Local fishermen call it Laken, which is taken from a folk song spread in the southern seas, which means "the dragon in the deep sea."

Although according to the "law of mind influence", it is difficult for the mind-intervention device to directly control this kind of alien species with large brain capacity, the mind can be reduced through various means such as drugs.

This is obviously not a difficult thing for the church.

They can even turn a survivor of the province into a mindless puppet, let alone a mutant whose mind is far inferior to that of humans.

The goal was quickly approaching.

One of the mutants separated from the group, swam quickly in front of all the tribesmen, and took out a palm-sized thermite bomb from its back.

This thing is also a weapon given to them by the Torch.

After being activated, it can not only burn underwater, but can even burn through steel plates measuring several millimeters!

The blue-skinned guy twisted his disgusting face, let out a cackle of laughter, and then pressed the button on the bomb, and a thirty-second countdown appeared on the screen.

However, at the same time, when it was less than ten meters away from the submarine aqueduct, a weak wave of water suddenly surged towards it from the side.

Something was approaching it fast.

It had just noticed something was wrong and was about to react when a sharp arrow instantly pierced its side, pushing it upward towards the sea with a dull sound of explosion.

The mutant let out a hoarse and dull wail, and large bubbles instantly submerged its entire face and the gills hidden in its lower jaw.

Unbalanced and suffering tremendous pain, it fluttered its hands and feet in the sea, but forgot to let go of the hand holding the thermite bomb.

At this moment, the thirty-second countdown had just ended, and a dazzling white light enveloped a large bubble, swallowing the guy instantly.

The slowly blooming fireworks were like datura flowers blooming on the bottom of the sea. The army of blue-skinned mutants that came roaring like a tsunami was instantly stunned by this horrifying scene.

They didn't know what was happening to you, and they had panic expressions on their faces. They looked around you at a loss to find the source of the attack.

At this moment, not far away from them, a series of crab-shaped iron lumps were quietly lurking on the edge of a kelp forest, and thick and long gun barrels were already aimed at them from a distance.

If the imperial army were here, they would definitely be familiar with this scene.

These thick iron lumps of armor are almost carved from the same mold as those "King Crab" amphibious armors that ran rampant in Golden Gallen Harbor!

In fact, they are the same thing.

It's just that the weapons hanging on the arms have been changed from two 37mm cannons to a chain saw specially designed for deep-sea environments, and a supercavitating weapon called "Harpoon".

As the name suggests, the principle of this thing is to use supercavitation to reduce drag. The tail is equipped with nitrate propellant, and the front end is a ladder aluminum mixed magnesium powder charge warhead, which is equivalent to a reduced version of a torpedo with a caliber of 19mm. , the launching device and the 19mm bolt gun are of the same type, making it easier to switch ammunition and continue pursuit after landing ashore.

Unlike 19mm bolt rounds, the effective killing distance of the 19mm "Harpoon" is only 200 meters, and the minimum safe distance is only 10 meters.

This combat radius is still a bit difficult to deal with some ships, but it is more than enough to deal with torpedoes and frogmen near the water.

Although the Alliance's arsenal was the first to consider underwater weapons, after receiving technical support from the survivors of Coral City, Jushi Military Industry quickly solved several of the problems and installed this thing on the Alliance's " King crab".

This is the first actual combat of "Harpoon".

So far, the effect is quite good...

Looking at the "fireworks" crashing into the seabed in the distance and the restless group of demons and ghosts behind them, the model worker lying on the ground in the "king crab" grinned.

"I never thought that our Jungle Corps would one day work part-time as the Navy."

The voice of teammates came from the communication frequency.

"In a sense, kelp forests can also be considered jungles."

"666!"

"It doesn't matter, our opponents are all mutants anyway."

I have nothing to do with these beasts.

They should go to hell to repent -

"Hit counts! Free fire!"

A string of bubbles spit out from the crab shell, and the model worker controlled the king crab and stepped forward, "Don't let our fish escape!"

An energetic response came from the communication frequency.

"receive!"

"Ouch!"

As the attack order was issued, ten "King Crabs" opened fire at the same time, launching underwater flares based on the target source detected by sonar.

A dazzling white light bloomed near the group of aquatic mutants, instantly lighting up a stretch of water that could not be reached and lit up the day.

The aquatic mutants, who had already adapted to the darkness around them, screamed and raised their arms to block their stinging eyes.

At the same time, waves of "harpoon" bullets dragging bubbles shuttled freely under the light, harvesting fresh lives like the scythe of death.

In just a few breaths, dozens of aquatic mutants were shot to pieces of flesh and blood, and a scarlet blood mist spread wantonly with the water flow.

Death is spreading.

Fear crept into the hearts of every mutant.

Unlike the greenskins on the shore, those who built their nests under the cold and damp reefs learned more about the cunning of fishes rather than the bloodthirsty and madness of beasts.

Seeing that morale was about to collapse, the mutant leader dormant among the mutant crowd let out a low and long roar.

"It's human!"

"They're down there!"

"Charge forward! Tear them apart!"

Hearing the roar of the leader, the mutants who continued to suffer casualties finally regained some morale and kicked their legs hard towards the seabed beneath them.

As the depth drops, the surrounding water pressure becomes higher and higher, squeezing their bloodshot eyeballs and muscular chests.

Finally approaching the nearly three meters deep seabed, the dazzling white light gradually left their side.

"Crack——!"

The nearly a thousand mutants who had reintegrated into the darkness gradually regained their sight, and they all let out roars to dispel fear. They held up the various colorful things in their hands and killed them towards the source of the attack.

Unfortunately, their opponents thought the same way.

Ten huge "King Crabs" turned on their searchlights almost at the same time, waving crab legs and crab claws welded with chain saws to kill the blue-skinned monsters!

Excited roars echoed in the communication frequency——

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

Flesh and steel collided together!

A "King Crab" armor quickly popped out the folded mechanical legs in the body, kicking away the mutant who was rushing towards him with the thermite in hand.

Immediately afterwards, the huge body rushed forward again, and the front feet stretched out in front of him slammed down hard, stepping on the back of another mutant who was swooping over, like crushing an ant to death. It seemed to be pressed to death on the uneven rocks.

A mutant luckily got around to its back and tried to pry open the thick crab shell with the harpoon in his hand, but did not even scratch off the paint on it.

Just when it was about to think of other ideas, a real "harpoon" shot out its chest, and half of its body was blasted into a bloody mist and pieces of flesh.

Each mutant was like a garlic clove falling into a garlic grinder, and was instantly crushed into a bloody mess.

The harpoons were thrown from their powerful arms, but they only left scratches on the steel shell.

They tried their best, using harpoon guns, underwater rifles, short knives and daggers, and even deep mines and explosives... However, in the face of this armor that was several times thicker than a split-claw crab, all these efforts failed. It's all in vain.

The dazzling searchlights dazzled them so much that they could not open their eyes, but the long and thick chain saw could cut them in two with just a light touch.

Not just chainsaws -

There are also fishing net bullets sprayed from those thick and long barrels!

Strong silk threads stretched a large net, tying many mutants to the rocks, or simply tied them together with other mutants.

And the more you struggle.

The fishing net is tied tighter and tighter!

In just a few minutes, more than two mutants had died under the roaring chain saw.

Continuous casualties and a battle with no hope of victory left almost every mutant with deep fear on their face.

Even their leader couldn't help but move back and forth in fear.

They have never seen such a weird guy!

However, their enemies, the players lying among the king crabs, are all too familiar with these scaly beasts!

Since several aquatic mutants were captured in the Port of Chips two months ago, the Alliance Biological Research Institute opened a research site in the Port of Chips to study the mutants and quickly tracked down these mutants. The habits are made clear.

These guys are not as capable of navigating the sea as they appear.

They will also be attacked by alien species in the sea, just like those cargo ships without black iron wood or psychic interference devices.

In order to avoid being targeted by the huge alien species, they usually choose waters with shallow seabed near land or islands as their entry route.

The maximum depth of these waters does not exceed four meters. Generally, alien species that are too large will not easily wander there to avoid being stranded.

In addition, during the long journey, they will alternately sing "Barcarolle" and actively create noise to disguise themselves as "XXXL specifications" alien species, in order to intimidate those operating in shallow waters. Small and medium-sized exotics.

Taking these characteristics into consideration, Fuchishi Port only needs to place a few buoys to collect acoustic signals in the waters near the submarine water pipeline, and it will be able to locate the movement trajectories of these beasts and formulate an interception plan.

This is not technically difficult to achieve.

Although there are no satellites available, sensors installed on the freshwater pipelines on the seabed are enough to transmit signals to players in Chips Harbor or nearby.

These mutants didn't know that as early as when they left the Death Coast and entered the eastern coastal area of ​​​​Vietnam Province, they had been targeted by the military base in Friesport.

Seeing the continuous casualties of his tribe, the leader standing among the mutant crowd finally panicked and shouted loudly to the minions in front of him.

"withdraw--!"

"Towards the sea!"

The mutants who were fighting with the "King Crab" kicked their legs hard and retreated towards Fang Yan on the sea.

Although king crabs are equipped with ballast water tanks and high-pressure gas cylinders similar to "fish bladders", due to the weight of the equipment and the limited armor volume, these crabs do not float very fast, and it is difficult for them to float during the process. Keep firing.

Therefore, these ten "King Crabs" did not pursue the water, but set up the "harpoon" bombs welded to their arms and continued to fire.

Thousands of slender air pillars chased the heels of the group of mutants and flew towards the sea. Mutants were constantly sprayed with blood mist by harpoons, but more mutants were still lucky enough to escape from there. Escape from the dense fire net.

When there was only ten meters left from the sea, the "harpoon" chasing behind them finally slowed down its pursuit.

The weapons don't seem to fly very far.

Seeing the "harpoons" gradually losing power under their feet and the iron crabs being thrown away by them, the frightened mutants finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before the breath was released, slender cylinders suddenly penetrated into the water and fell towards their heads.

At this moment——

Their nightmare has just begun!

Looking at the cylinder that slowly fell in front of me, the faces filled with scales all had surprise and confusion written all over them.

As if they had a premonition of the threat of death, an inexplicable fear crept into the hearts of every mutant.

Without waiting for them to react, and with no chance to react at all, bursts of bursting flames and pillars of air exploded instantly, swallowing up these sinful lives.

Looking at the sea of ​​​​fire spreading out near the sea above their heads, the sounds of admiration came from under the crab shells of each "King Crab".

"This is powerful enough..."

"Anti-submarine warfare is indeed the job of the Air Force."

"Damn it, those green-skinned ones still resist beating, these scaly things look like loaches, I can't help but beat them!"

"So who is this MVP?"

"It should be our fault to cut out the explosion scene."

"What a great idea."

Just when everyone was noisy, the voice of Brother Mosquito suddenly came to the model worker's ears.

"The bombing is complete! How are you doing over there?"

Hearing the drake's voice, the model worker quickly responded.

"Oh! We're all fine! No casualties—"

Mosquito: "Who the hell cares about you? I'm asking you if you took the photo?!"

Model Worker: "...Fuck! Is it so real?"

Mosquito: "Wait, I won't be rude to you...I have detected the signal of the psychic interference device here! The source is about three meters near the explosion area, and the depth is between fifty meters and one meter. Please pay attention. Is there anything else nearby?”

Is there anything else? !

The model worker was slightly startled.

Almost at the same time that Brother Mosquito finished speaking, a long chirping sound reached everyone's ears.

"Ugh——!"

The sound was like the whistle of a freighter, causing the nearby waters to tremble.

Everyone looked up and turned their searchlights upward to search, and saw a shadow tens of meters long hanging over their heads.

"What the hell is this?"

The expressions on each face were as if they had seen a ghost, and the model workers swallowed involuntarily.

The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.

"Oh my god...there's a big guy."

The mind interference device began to emit unstable interference ripples, and the wailing big guy seemed to have been injured.

The entire sea water boiled, and the raging waves scattered the floating corpses in the water, scaring away the water aliens that tried to approach.

The "King Crabs" standing on the seabed were constantly moving their crab legs backwards under the wash of the chaotic ocean currents.

"Mosquitoes! Do you still have ammunition?!" Pressing the shaking handle with both hands, the Voldemort model yelled at the headset.

There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, and an embarrassing voice came.

"It's gone... I only need one round to prepare the ammunition. I dismantled all the cannons just to throw this thing to you. You wish yourselves the best of luck."

"%￥#@!"

After a while of cursing, the model worker switched his voice to the team channel and shouted loudly to his teammates.

"Prepare for the BOSS battle!"

Unlike him who was extremely nervous, there were roars of excitement coming from the team channel.

"Ouch!"

…

On the other side, about a kilometer away from the center of the explosion, was a destroyer belonging to the Southern Islands Federation.

At this moment, the bridge was in panic.

"There was an explosion in an underwater area due west! The location was near the submarine volcanic zone. It seems to be our minefield!"

"Minefield?!"

"Damn...did those planes do it?"

"What's going on with those planes?"

"Is this Vault 70?!"

The reason that caused all the sailors to panic was not only the sudden underwater explosion, but also the fifty aircraft that suddenly appeared on the radar!

These planes seemed to appear out of thin air, from the endless sea, without any warning!

The strange thing is that there are no aircraft carriers or airports nearby, not even a small fishing boat.

Captain Dong Wen frowned and stared at the blue sky and the rolling sea outside the bridge window, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.

Seeing that his boss didn't respond for a long time, the adjutant standing next to him took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"I suggest reporting the situation here to Naval Command immediately!"

As his subordinates discussed, those planes may have been the work of Vault 70. The location of the explosion happened to be the minefield they had deployed to intercept the submersible in Shelter 70 and protect the ring island from threats.

Although the entrance to the shelter is under blockade by the federal fleet, no one can guarantee that there are no other emergency exits in the shelter.

However, the captain standing next to him, after pondering for a moment, spoke unusually.

"No, keep observing."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.

However, the officer had no intention of explaining to him. He just told him to be optimistic about this place, then turned and left the bridge.

Return to the captain's cabin.

Dong Wen casually hung the captain's hat on the hanger, then opened the drawer and took out a small communicator.

He used his thumbs to dig into the mechanical buttons on the casing and carefully entered a series of numbers before placing the communicator against his ear.

Before he could speak, an urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How's the situation?"

The person on the other end of the phone was none other than Mr. Charas, Chief of Staff of the Federal Navy and Chief of Staff to the President, a representative of the naval war faction.

Although for most federal citizens, there is a consensus to get rid of the accusations of Vault 70, until the Ocean Current Power Station was destroyed, everyone actually had differences on whether to resolve the conflict through gentle or radical means. of.

Because of his unswerving stance and radical ideas, Charas was supported by many naval officers, including Dong Le himself who was also his supporter.

However, there have been some bad rumors recently, which made Dongwen begin to wonder whether he was really doing this for the benefit of the federation.

It is true that the alliance that came out of nowhere did some things that were questionable, but the slogan "survivors unite" they shouted was nothing worthy of their victory in the face of a formidable enemy. something.

Human beings on this planet once belonged to one body.

And they are indeed living up to their slogan and setting an example for those Wastelanders who are still killing each other to end the Wasteland Era.

For example, in the recent Jinqilun Port, no matter how the slave owners there cited sophistry, they had indeed untied the ropes tied around the slaves' necks. Another example is the fresh water pipeline leading to the roundabout. Although they did make some money, the result was that water was indeed cheaper for locals.

Those guys didn't say they were doing charity in the first place. If they raise prices maliciously in the future, it will be because of their love in the future. You can't just borrow a big hat from the future and put it on first just because they didn't open their pockets and give it away for free today.

At least in his opinion, those church lunatics who talk about "evolution", "the future" and "for mankind" all day long look a bit more suspicious.

It is true that these guys do not need money, and the mind interference devices provided to the Federation are given free of charge, but no one can say for sure that these people are not plotting something bigger.

Such as Coral City.

Don’t they always want to get over it?

He agrees with moderate cooperation with the Torch Church, as long as it is truly beneficial to the Federation, even if the benefits are not visible in the short term, but future generations will benefit endlessly.

For example, it is undoubtedly worthwhile to exchange an ocean current power station for the unity of the entire federation. People in the future will thank their ancestors for their temporary hardships.

only……

What's the benefit of blowing up a fresh water pipe?

In the past, he could convince himself and even explain himself for Charas, but now he really doesn't know how to go on.

But——

Now is not the time to think about that.

After collecting his thoughts for a moment, Dongwen slowly spoke.

"The explosion... did happen."

Hearing a relieved voice on the other end of the phone, he paused for a moment and continued.

"However, there are some doubts about this incident. The explosion did not occur at the bottom of the sea, but in the offshore area...and, were those planes sent by you?"

The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, and it took him a long time to hold back his hesitant words.

"airplane?"

"Yes."

Dongwen paused and continued.

"A group of aircraft suddenly appeared on our radar, and then dropped torpedoes or depth charges or something towards the sea, and then we observed the signal from the explosion... I am not sure whether the pipeline exploded, But I want to know what those planes are, and what they're blowing up—"

However, what he didn't expect was that after hearing this, Mr. Charas, who usually had a very gentle attitude, jumped up like a seal seeing a penguin.

"That's not something you should care about! Captain first, now have your people return to the nearest port immediately—no, return to Anle Island due east."

Dongwen was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Charas?"

As if he realized something was wrong with his tone, a calm breathing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Sorry... I'm in a state of silence. There will be formal orders issued through the command system later. You can go back to the bridge first and let your subordinates prepare."

After a moment of pause, a sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"It's really terrible...a water pipe made those creepy guys betray their original beliefs. They didn't even realize that they were actively putting ropes handed to them around their necks. It had only been two days. In your free days, rush to sell yourself for a good price.”

"Mr. Charas," Dongwen asked with a frown, "Maybe this is not the question I should ask, but...does this have anything to do with selling yourself at a good price?"

Charas snorted.

"Isn't that what they're doing? We just got rid of the rope around our necks in Vault 70, and now they've picked up the rope in Vault 404—"

"So I want to know, what is the rope you have been talking about?" Dongwen couldn't help but ask, "Can you use a more specific term? It is not an abstract metaphor."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then there was a slight cough.

"We are going too far off topic... In short, our friends in Haitang Province don't want us to get too close to the alliance. Those lunatics are not good people, but we need to use their power to solve our problems for the time being. In short, then "This pipeline is a nuisance... If only someone could fix this problem, every citizen of the Commonwealth would be grateful."

Hearing the expectation in that voice, Dongwen took a deep breath, kept himself calm, and spoke carefully.

"Mr. Charas, if there are other concerns, I can settle them for you, including shutting up those who should shut up and letting those who should silence silence. But this matter... is too much."

After a pause, he continued.

"It's a pity that I can't solve your problem. Maybe you should solve this problem through more legal and compliant channels. I suggest you talk to the president first."

Charas said sadly.

"That's too slow! And the residents of the roundabout won't understand us."

Dongwen said immediately.

"Then just slow down...there's nothing wrong with being cautious about this kind of thing."

The reason why he hates the guys in Vault 70 is because those guys are arrogant and self-willed. They are never willing to put down their dignity and communicate with the survivors outside the shelter. If the explanation is unclear, they will use their blue coat as a shield.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had almost become the person he hated most.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and after a moment there was a sigh that sounded like giving up.

"You're right... there's nothing wrong with going slower. It's just my lack of consideration. Please forget what I just said."

Dong Wen nodded, feeling relieved.

Perhaps Mr. Charas also realized this like himself.

He had no doubt that the decision he made was based on the interests of the Federation, but just like other captains occasionally went too far, so why not this chief of staff?

He will still support him as always...

After hanging up the phone, Dong Wen returned to the bridge.

At this time, the adjutant came and gave a military salute.

"...The Navy Command just sent a message asking us to go to the port of Anle Island due east to rest."

Dongwen, who had already heard about it from a private source, nodded and walked straight to the bridge console to stop.

However, just when he was about to give the order to turn around and head east, there was a slight movement in his heart, and he looked at the officer beside him and gave the order.

"Eighty kilometers to the west!"

All the officers had expressions of surprise on their faces, especially the adjutant who had just conveyed the news from the headquarters to him.

"But..." With a hesitant look on his face, the adjutant took a step forward and was about to remind him, but was interrupted by a raised hand.

"The command did not ask us to turn around."

Staring at the swollen sea, Dongwen reached out and gently held the hat on his head, and spoke slowly.

"It's not impossible to take a slight detour, right?"

…

On a clear blue sky.

Feng Qing, who was driving a seaplane, circled around the sea and was about to turn around when he suddenly saw a warship approaching due east.

There was a hint of surprise on her face, she wiped her chocolate-stained hands on her clothes, and reached out to press the switch of the onboard radio.

"This is Fengqing. We found a federal warship, which should be a destroyer... heading towards the little crabs of the Jungle Corps."

"Not sure if there is hostility, no firing at me yet...ah, they seem to be trying to call me on the radio...do you want to answer?"

Brother Mosquito's voice soon came from the communication channel.

"Answer it! Why don't you answer it! Ask these Dogecoins what they are doing here!"

Listening to the tone of "it seemed like there was still a lot of ammunition", Feng Qing made a helpless expression, stepped on the rudder with his left foot, adjusted the course and moved towards the direction of the destroyer.

"receive."