This Game Is Too Realistic

The fierce battle in Laishan North passed through the night, and the first battle of the Nianyan body on the Torch Church's "homeland" ended in a draw.

On the position halfway up Laishan, Jenin, who belonged to the 310,000th team, took out his binoculars and looked down the mountain.

This is already the thirteenth time he has done this action today, and it is still morning.

He arrived at the front line from the west of the Central Continent just a few days ago and traveled tens of thousands of kilometers. Unfortunately, he missed the decisive battle in the Weifu Wasteland in the end.

I heard that all the brothers in the ten-man team he is currently in have been wiped out, leaving only their husband and captain Olivier.

There was a deep scar on the man's face. I heard it was left when he fought with a big mutant... At that time, Olivier was still a captain of ten.

Sure enough, the battlefield is the place where promotion is fastest.

Glancing at Chief Oliver standing not far away, Jenin had a trace of reverence in his eyes.

Ever since he heard about the officer's deeds, he had become a true fan.

That's a monster that can even grow new heads after it's been lost. If you can kill that kind of guy, their chief husband is really a ruthless person!

"There shouldn't be any big battles these days."

Standing next to Jenin, his comrade from the same recruit camp said boredly.

"How did you tell?" Jenin asked curiously.

"Isn't that obvious?" The man shrugged and threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth. "Yesterday, the enterprise and the alliance got into trouble down there. Even if they don't intend to swallow this breath, I'm afraid they have to discuss it. Countermeasures are taken again.”

"After all, we are the losers and friends of the losers in Ideal City. I can't bear the death of two people."

"Hahaha."

A group of new recruits were chatting and laughing, obviously not taking the enterprise and the alliance seriously at all. Some veterans who had spent some time on the front line just smiled and did not explain.

They didn't take the enterprise and the alliance seriously. In their eyes, the legion's army was the strongest in the wasteland.

But what I have to say is that these rookies thought of their opponents too simply.

If the opponents are really that mentally retarded, what are they who have been entangled with these guys in the desert for several months?

Although he is still a recruit, Jenin, who was born in a military academy, has a different perspective.

The situation in Haiyia Province is indeed unusual.

These guys don't even have a fixed front, and even he can't think of any better way.

Especially now, the roads and railways passing through Shifeng Mountain are still under construction, and there are still some difficulties in delivering supplies from the rear to the front. It is understandable that the coalition's offensive has stalled.

Hearing the discussion among his recruits, Captain Oliver, who was standing on the front line inspecting, just grinned, as if he was listening to a bunch of children's jokes.

"You underestimate those guys too much."

That night he was in Fushan and saw with his own eyes what the true elite of the alliance looked like.

Compared to me who saved my life, those guys wearing 嗗-shaped exoskeletons and carrying large-caliber shotguns in their hands are the real ruthless people.

Those mutants were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered in front of them, and they slaughtered them one by one in the cave. Their movements were so skillful that they seemed to have resurrected them thousands of times.

It's hard to imagine what kind of hellish trials those guys have gone through.

It was true that he had killed a big green guy, but the number their entire team had killed was not a fraction of what the guy who had fished him out of the cave had killed.

Having said that, luckily the man grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the tunnel.

To this day, he still clearly remembers that not long after he evacuated from the tunnel filled with corpses, dozens of "Zangbian" rushed to the position where he had fought before, fighting with those guys carrying large shields. Together.

It was only later that he learned that just when he was trapped in the tunnel and was in a dilemma, the mutants had chased the main force behind him all the way to the foot of the mountain, almost taking back the Black Cloud Mountain position...

Hearing Chief Oliver join the conversation, a recruit made a report and asked with a smile.

"Sir, do you think they will attack again today?"

Seeing all the young men looking at him, Olivier said with a faint smile.

"Based on what I know about them, the aggressive attack yesterday can only be regarded as a test. If nothing else, they have already figured out the details of their opponent."

After a pause, he continued briefly.

"You will know after you stay on the front line for a few more days."

However, even Olivier himself did not expect that shortly after he finished speaking, there was movement in the position at the foot of the mountain.

I saw a group of soldiers wearing jet-black exoskeletons, carrying supply boxes taller than their own, passing through the rugged mountain road one after another.

What a coincidence, judging from the armbands on those people's shoulders, these soldiers are the Alliance's Stormtroopers!

In addition to those people themselves, they were also followed by a huge guy with tentacles covering his lower body.

That thing looks a bit ferocious, but its round head is quite cute after looking at it for a long time.

If he remembered correctly, that thing seemed to be the state of the "incubation chamber" produced by Qingquan's mother nest before it was fully expanded.

After fully expanding, it can transform the organic matter sent from the fruiting bodies into new fruiting bodies.

According to the relevant information disclosed by Nian Yan, the alliance has harmlessly treated Qingquan's nest. In this case, this "incubation room" should also be safe, and the gnawing and crawling worms produced will probably not attack people.

However, even so, Oliver was still a little surprised by the appearance of the Storm Troops. After all, he had not heard that the coalition had any attack plan today.

Unable to hold back the confusion in his heart, he shouted towards those people.

"Do you have any tasks today?"

Hearing the shouts coming from the position halfway up the mountain, Kakarot looked up, opened the tactical goggles of his helmet and said with a smile.

"No, this is a big job."

Big job?

Oliver was stunned for a moment, wondering what he meant.

However, the man made no explanation and led the two or so brothers behind him straight into the turbid wilderness.

Not long after that group of people left, another group of noisy guys appeared on the mountain road below their position.

They did not wear exoskeletons, but carried LD-47 rifles on their shoulders, and some even had a few rocket launchers. The only protective gear they had was the gas masks they had already put on. They looked like they were joking.

There were probably a few of those people, making noisy noises, and they didn't know what they were shouting about.

"Boss, do we really not need to wear protective gear?" A player walking in the team couldn't help but complain as he fiddled with the gas mask hanging on his face.

His ID is [Born in Spring], a game that just entered the Beta version 0.7. I have been playing it for a month now and my level has just passed LV5.

There are [Born in Summer] and [Born in Winter] who entered the game with him, and their levels are also the same as him.

As for the guy who walked in front of him whom he called the boss, ID㳍【I don’t feel as good as Rick】, the leader of the abstract corps, is the physique boss who entered the game in Beta 0.5 version, and he also led them at the time. The eldest brother who does the task of "passing on the fire".

He remembered that when he first entered the game, he still admired this boss who claimed to be able to kill monsters alone, until one time they met a real monster in the Wei Mansion Wasteland.

It was also at that time that he deeply realized the reality of this game.

Even a "powerful" person who awakened for the first time might be slapped by a crazy monster and be slapped more than ten meters away because he was careless and failed to dodge...

"Why don't you wear protective gear? I seem to be stingy when you say that. Aren't you wearing gas masks?" Hearing his younger brother's complaints, Rick rolled his eyes in defense, but he didn't expect that these words would make everyone explode. .

"What the hell?"

"Is this also a protective gear?"

"Can you get this for free?"

In the "endless mode" monster spawning activity, the gas mask was the only equipment that could be obtained for free, and it was also paid for by Task Force Alpha and was produced by the Lida City Industrial Zone.

[Born in Spring] Yan Yi suspected that if he hadn't received it for free, he would probably have spared them the gas mask.

There's actually nothing wrong with it.

Except for the physical players, with their physical attributes, if they don't wear gas masks, they can last three or four days in the fourth stage of the kingdom of heaven.

Under normal circumstances, with their fighting power, they would not be able to last that long. They would be eaten alive by the bacterial variants active in the field before they could be infected by the Naguo hyphae.

It is estimated that the survival time of those big guys wearing exoskeletons can barely be counted in days.

Looking at the noisy newcomers, Rick coughed and stopped their conversation.

"Okay, okay, it's good if it's free. Why are there so many problems! Don't think about this and that all day long. Think about what you have contributed to our Corps first! Listen to my advice, You can’t master high-end equipment. Start by practicing basic skills and lay a solid foundation. Sooner or later, you will be able to become a strong player like me.”

When everyone heard this, they all rolled their eyes at this guy.

Seeing that no one refuted him, Rick cheered up again and shouted to the brothers.

"Listen up, brothers. We will follow the leaders of the Storm Troops in a moment! Wherever they put the flag to purify the base, we will put it behind their butts!"

Xia Tian was born: "Wait a minute, boss, I remember that the separation between purification bases or purification stations must be at least 600 meters to complete the determination?"

Rick replied with a playful smile.

"It's easy to say, it's only a matter of 600 meters away. Otherwise, why do you think I went out so early?"

All the players were shocked when they heard this.

Good guy.

I'm an expert at mixing things up!

Watching those noisy guys walking into the wilderness, Willant, who was squatting on the edge of the trench, looked at each other and murmured to his comrades next to him.

"What the hell are they talking about."

"The devil knows..."

"Do you think they can do it?"

"The devil knows..."

"..."

This time Olivier didn't interfere in the conversation among his subordinates, he just looked at the ragtag group of guys with a strange expression.

He was certain that these guys were all new recruits, probably even newer than the losers in Ideal City.

If you send such an inexperienced guy to the battlefield, only one out of ten will come back alive.

Is this how the alliance trains its troops?

This method is probably too crude...

…

Oliver's surprise was only a minor episode.

Because he soon discovered that his surprise was not worth mentioning at all.

Just as his men were discussing how many of the rookies from the betting alliance could come back, another large group of people walked through the rugged mountain road and walked with their heads high through the land that was plagued by plague and Cursed Corroded Wilderness.

Those guys were noisy and talking in a language they didn't understand, but the hearty laughter didn't sound like they were going to the cannibal battlefield, but like they were going to a banquet.

The ups and downs of the voice were full of contempt for death. They looked down upon death and cherished the ideal of saving all mankind, but they did not take their own lives at heart.

At first, the Vaillant soldiers looked at them with mocking eyes, but soon they gradually began to realize that the mocking eyes made them look like clowns, so they gradually stopped laughing.

These guys are real warriors!

When faced with a crisis that is shared by all mankind, they did not hold back while shouting about unity but acted on it. Instead, they stood in front of everyone without hesitation.

Even though most of the Vaillant soldiers have no interest in the ideals claimed by the alliance, and even despise the "equality" that is like talking in sleep, they can't hate these real heroes.

They respect the real strong!

Out of respect for the strong, they quietly took away the bet on how many people could come back...

It was not only the Willant soldiers on the front line who were surprised, but also General Liam, who was sitting on the Loyalist airship, was greatly shocked.

After listening to the report from the front line, he held it in for a while before asking the adjutant on the side.

"...How many people are there in the Alliance?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"One million?"

Maybe 1.5 million.

Since the meeting of the Viscous Community, survivors have been flocking to the Alliance in a steady stream. He even heard that even the manager of a certain shelter has gone to settle in the Dawn City area.

Since the Alliance is very lax about the identity verification of immigrants who move in, the population there also changes every day.

The specific number of people, let alone him as an outsider, he estimated that even Chu Guang himself might not know accurately.

General Liam looked away from the adjutant's face with a strange expression, looking towards the front line covered by a gray-green mist outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

According to reports from the Laishan position, as of now, the Alliance has sent nearly a 10,000-strong force to the front!

Some of them are regular troops, and a large part are more like wastelanders who bring their own weapons and dry food...

The only piece of equipment they received from the coalition logistics department was a pair of gas masks.

Things like rifles and bullets are even prepared by themselves...

"...Is this the mobilization ability of the alliance?" There was a hint of shock in Liam's eyes.

Even in the triumphal city ruled by His Majesty the Great Marshal, such a thing is unimaginable...

While General Liam was in shock, the battle situation near Laishan City was in full swing.

The bacterial variants controlled by the Naguo mycelium are constantly crawling out of the ground, trying to eliminate the "heresies" who have invaded the realm of heaven. However, the combat effectiveness of those "heresies" far exceeds those of the apostles. their imagination.

Those guys are obviously alive, but they are fighting tirelessly like the living dead.

Looking at the almost red-hot barrel, [Born in Spring], who was leaning behind a damaged earth wall to shoot, couldn't help but shout behind him.

"Captain! Quick air strike!"

[Summer Born], who was not far from him, couldn't help shouting.

"We can't hold on anymore!!!"

"Wait a minute!" He quickly glanced at the numbers on the VM. Although Rick felt a lot of pressure, he still gritted his teeth and shouted, "There are still 200 points left! I've collected 1,000 points. I'm here. Just call for an airdrop!”

I heard that there is a "Tearer" machine gun in the C2 airdrop box! There are also 3,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition!

They can't last long with just the equipment and ammunition they have. Even if they call in one or two air strikes, they can only help them clear out some miscellaneous soldiers. Only by getting the firepower weapons in the airdrop supplies can they hope to last longer!

As for the 100 kilograms of aerial bombs that require 500 points to be redeemed, that is reserved for entering the body!

He has detailed plans on how to maximize every point!

Just as Rick was thinking this, a violent roar suddenly came from behind the thick fog not far away.

"Roar--!"

Before he could ask what happened, he heard the tragic death of [Born in Spring] and [Born in Summer].

Then, a giant beast lying on the ground caught his sight.

The guy looked like a crocodile, but had a body and legs as thick as an elephant, and a mouth three to four meters long that was sipping endlessly. The pieces of flesh, blood and clothes hanging on the fangs are just enough for two people...

Dark green mycelium stitched its bumpy body, and it stared at the prey in front of it, with a faint green light shining in its pupils.

When he met the pale green eyes, Rick held his breath involuntarily, feeling a coldness in his hands and feet, and then subconsciously glanced at the numbers on the VM.

975…

We are still 25 points away from the machine gun!

There was no time to hesitate.

He was shouting in his mind, "F*ck", while spending 500 points to redeem the air strike.

But when he saw that the air raid would take three minutes to arrive, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This is a scam!"

The crocodile-like monster didn't care that there were so many, it opened its mouth wide and bit at the position he commanded.

The 7mm rifle bullets hit it like a joke, and the RPG rockets couldn't exert their power due to the safety distance.

Rick anxiously shouted to the cute group of newcomers to stay away, while trying to attract the monster's attention while updating the bombing coordinates for the air raid that would reach the front line in three minutes.

Unfortunately, since many players in the Abstract Corps were on the battlefield for the first time, the entire position became a mess.

The remaining 90 or so people standing in the clean room were instantly killed and penetrated by the monster.

The newbies who dispersed carrying RPG rocket launchers lost the cover of friendly forces and were chased by a group of zombies and corpse dogs to eat at the buffet. They had no choice but to use the remaining strength to pull the trigger and randomly fired the missile. armor-piercing projectiles on the weapon.

After three minutes of waiting, the sound of a dive bomber came from overhead, and then a 100 kilogram aerial bomb was dropped.

The warhead doped with solid hydrogen and azide compounds, the power of the explosion was no joke, and it pinned the arrogant monster to the ground in minutes.

Looking at the boiling flames and the monster lying down in pain, Rick, who was wounded all over, finally couldn't hold on anymore and was thrown to the ground by a crawler that rushed up and bit his neck off.

Converting the remaining points into time, they only lasted a little over an hour in total.

Based on the comprehensive difficulty coefficient, 105 players equally shared the 110,000 silver coin bonus, and each player could get almost a thousand silver coins.

After deducting bullets, clothes and the money spent on making a new vm, it can be considered a small profit.

Although I didn’t make much money...

In the wilderness 600 meters in front of the Abstract Corps' Clean Station, the battle situation in front of the Storm Corps' Clean Base was equally exciting and lively.

It's just that the players here are real veterans after all, and Kakarot, who is commanding the battle, is a veteran who has participated in actual frontline combat command many times. The playing style is naturally not as abstract as the abstract corps.

However, although the performance of the friendly forces was a bit amateurish, they did not look down on the newcomers.

After all, who hasn’t come from the budding stage?

Most people who play this game are like this.

He kept dying, and suddenly one day he became stronger.

"...Brother Ka, the guys who are following us around seem to be dying. How about I bring someone to help them?"

After wiping off the mucus stuck to his helmet, Old Man Shandan looked at Kakarot and asked.

Compared to the newbies, they don't feel much pressure.

Moreover, the incubator is also in full operation, and some gnawers and even crawlers carrying type B strains have begun to appear. Although the number is not large, it can help them share some of the pressure.

So far, they haven't had any casualties. He even suspected that the guys hiding in the sanctuary probably found that they were difficult to chew, so they deliberately targeted the newbies who followed them.

After all, the kingdom of heaven is not a product of nature, but is controlled by human will.

Kakarot said with a smile.

"Don't be anxious. Let them persist for a while. How can they grow without going through headwinds?"

He always felt that the torch was tempting them to allocate part of their troops to help the friendly forces behind them.

If we divide our forces at this time, we might be playing into the hands of those people.

The player standing nearby put down the telescope in his hand and said to the captain beside him.

"...No need to help, they seem to have lost their money."

Kakarot looked a little embarrassed, coughed dryly and continued talking.

"Then... you take a few people to recover their equipment. When it's done, I'll bombard the place and clean it. I can't let their sacrifices be in vain."

If they can get the vm back, it can help them reduce some of their losses.

As for the remaining weapons and ammunition, as usual, those who pick them up can use them first, and when they return after completing the mission, they can return as much as they have left.

As soon as he heard about opening his teammate's blind box, the player immediately became energetic and agreed enthusiastically.

"okay!"

After saying that, he called to several teammates around him, carried the empty supply box that was taller than a person on his back, and ran towards the position 600 meters behind...

In just one day, the Alliance sent hundreds of "troops" to the Laishan City area and launched a massive offensive like a tidal wave toward the Kingdom of Heaven of the Torch Church.

These troops were like nails, staring hard at the flesh of the Torch Church.

Although not all the nails are firmly rooted, even so it is painful enough for the torch...

Looking at the battlefields spreading all over the place, a trace of astonishment gradually appeared in the eyes of Human Emperor Furui Wubo.

"...Are these guys crazy?"

Using this method of exchanging lives for lives, he consumes the chess pieces in his hand...

In just one day, he lost dozens of human beings and nearly 600,000 "puppets"!

Even if he has hundreds of millions of chess pieces, this loss is not serious.

Especially the Alliance likes to use incendiary bombs to clear the field immediately after a game.

This means that he must carefully invest the chess pieces in his hand, and be prepared that the cards played out cannot be taken back. He cannot send out too many at once, nor too few at once.

After all, once the Alliance soldiers take root in the local area, they will continue to send in dirty things...

The look of astonishment was gradually replaced by a hint of fear.

However, that fear only existed in his eyes for a few seconds before dissipating into the unfathomable madness.

A guy who doesn’t know how high the sky is and how high he is...

Fighting a war of attrition with him?

Simply looking for death!