This Game Is Too Realistic

On the battlefield.

The shock wave of the explosion dispersed the spore cloud that filled the sea of ​​corpses and bones. On the street made of broken concrete and twisted steel bars, a tank nearly ten meters long and three to five meters wide stood majestically!

Crouching behind the explosion-proof bunker, [Garbage Picking Level 99] opened his eyes in disbelief, and repeatedly rubbed his amber eyes with the back of his scale-covered hands.

"What the hell?!"

It was not only him who was shocked, but also someone squatting not far away who was quitting smoking and making scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

“Slime mold tank?!”

"What the hell is this?!"

That's a literal tank.

It has no turret or tracks, and its pitch-black, angular body looks quite sci-fi. However, the dark red slime mold crawling all over its body and the fat tentacles dragging on the ground make it look like It is a centipede carrying a turtle shell.

Chu Guang, who was standing upstairs, frowned and stared intently at the monster that appeared in the drone screen. The officers standing around him also had surprised expressions on their faces.

"...Is that a People's Federation tank?" Vanus swallowed.

Chu Guang, who was wearing power armor, took off the Gauss rifle from his back and asked casually.

"Have you seen it?"

"...I haven't seen it, but it obviously came out of the city center."

Chu Guang said nothing, silently took aim, and then pulled the trigger.

The flashing arc flashed in the tuning-fork-shaped barrel for an instant, and the "spikes" blasted out like lightning, hitting the front armor of the tank.

However--

The armor was not damaged, but the concrete wall beside it was blown apart, revealing the steel skeleton inside.

Failed to penetrate!

Chu Guang frowned.

This bizarre hit effect made him feel that the "spike" that hit the tank at five times the speed of sound did not leave even a scratch.

It was like being bounced away by something the moment it came into contact with the armor!

The reaction of the "tank" also confirmed Chu Guang's guess. The tentacles under the chassis slowly squirmed, dragging the fusion of flesh and steel forward.

There are only two hundred meters left from the frontline position!

Chu Guang made a prompt decision and ordered.

"Anti-aircraft gun emplacement!"

"20mm armor-piercing projectile, target enemy tank——"

"Fire!"

At the same time, two quadruple anti-aircraft guns deployed in a building on one side quickly lowered their muzzles and fired a salvo.

80 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs weaved into two orange-yellow fire rains in the air, and the fierce firepower rushed towards the tank instantly!

The sound of banging and banging came from the dense armor on the front and sides. The speed of the "Slime Mold Tank" was extremely fast. However, the raindrop-like dense attack still failed to work. The shells were completely blocked by the thick armor. It bounced off and flew around the battlefield.

One of the spread-out shells was inserted in front of the concrete explosion-proof bunker, and the garbage man who was squatting behind the bunker suddenly shrank his neck in fear.

"Mom..."

"Isn't this monster's armor too outrageous?!"

Squat next to me and quit smoking

"Eighty percent are tanks from the pre-war era!" Guangfeng, not far away, said with a solemn expression.

Ye Shi swallowed.

"The peak of combat power in the background..."

Although after two hundred years of wind and rain, the armor's surface has some traces of weathering, but this still does not affect its absolute advantage over modern weapons.

Not to mention the 20mm cannon.

Even if it were replaced with a modern tank main gun with a penetration depth of 1000mm, it would probably be too heavy, let alone an RPG carried on his back.

No.

It should be said that it must be quite embarrassing!

Ye Shi suddenly realized that if we refer to the background setting of "Wasteland OL", the big guy in front is a "modern tank", right?

Like the M1 and Leopard 2, in front of it, I'm afraid they can't even be considered antiques like the No. 4 car and the T-34. At most, they are coffin boards like the "Renault" and Mark type.

Although the turret and shield are gone, it does not affect its performance.

The slime mold hiding inside seems to use it as a mobile bunker, using the hard protection of the armor itself to advance towards the player's position.

Although he didn’t know what would happen if he got close to it, he didn’t want to try it at eleven o’clock at night.

Those fat tentacles dragging under the chassis made him feel psychologically uncomfortable after reading a lot of study materials.

"It's useless to penetrate armor, you have to use high-explosive bombs," Lao Bai, who was staring at the front of the position and had been silent, suddenly said, "Look at its chassis!"

Ye Shi subconsciously looked at the slime mold tank and saw that although the armor was intact, the tentacles holding it under the armor were obviously injured.

Even if it is thrown forward, the speed is not as fast as before.

Obviously, the commander also discovered this. The two quadruple anti-aircraft guns changed their magazines and quickly fired the second round of salvo!

Mijia's fire rain splashed on the side of the slime mold tank, and the fire exploded with a bang.

Although the flying shrapnel couldn't scratch the armor, it scraped off most of the slime mold on the surface, and also scratched the flesh and blood hidden under the armor!

The tentacles held under the chassis were severely damaged, and many of the tentacles that had no time to retract were even blown into two pieces.

Losing its balance, the slime mold tank's body suddenly slumped to the left and fell on the gravel-strewn battlefield, unable to move.

Leaning out of the explosion-proof bunker and looking ahead, Ye Shi pumped his fists excitedly and couldn't help but cheer.

"Well done!"

It seems that although the control slime mold's nest is intelligent, its intelligence is not complete.

Although the thick "turtle shell" can protect against shells, once it loses its power, it can only stare at the distance that is out of reach.

However, the tank covered with bacteria carpet did not sit still and wait for death. A series of worm-like red bacteria emerged from the alley and crawled towards the armored site where black blood flowed. It seemed that they were planning to repair the broken and damaged tanks. Destroy the tentacles.

They are trying to "fix their tracks"!

At the same time, in order to cover the anchored "node objects", Inspur launched a new round of offensive without stopping.

The alien species poured out from intersections, alleys, and street facades like a tide, and rushed toward the players' positions.

A new round of offensive begins.

The machine gunners, who had already resupplied themselves, stabilized their hands on the water-cooled Maxim and pulled the trigger.

Tu tu tu tu——!

The machine gun sprayed out tongues of flame, and bullets flew wildly towards the surging wave.

Sensing the intention of those worm-like fruiting bodies to repair the slime mold tanks, the anti-aircraft guns continued to ignite the ground around the tanks with 20mm high-explosive shells.

Mortar shells fell one after another.

Every time the fire light flickered, it brought countless alien species.

Under the tight firepower network formed by the cooperation of the players, the menacing alien swarms are like rice in front of a joint harvester, falling one crop after another.

In the face of absolute firepower, an individual's power is as small as a grain of sand.

Whether they are crawlers or gnawers, they have all turned into rolling pieces of meat and tofu.

A few tyrants covered with horny armor can withstand 7mm bullets and fire. However, when faced with larger caliber 20mm lances or even 37mm heavy lances, there is only one end - being boiled. The steel was crushed into pieces.

Crouching behind the explosion-proof bunker, Mr. Garbage looked at him with envy.

His claws couldn't coordinate like a human's palm. While others were shooting at targets, he could only watch from the sidelines.

"Mom!"

"I almost want to delete my account and practice again!"

After changing the magazine, Ye Shi took out the air conditioner and chatted with him.

"No, your attributes are so awesome. It would be a pity to delete your account and practice again."

Besides, there is no way to open a new account.

Someone has consulted Brother Guang before, including a series of questions such as "Can you make clones in advance to save time for resurrecting?" Conditions do not allow it], [I tried, but unfortunately it didn’t work].

For such a huge game, the operation team obviously went through a series of careful and rigorous deductions and considered various situations before finally choosing to adopt the current settings.

Judging from Brother Guang's activeness on the forum, he should still have a strong say in the planning team. If even he says no, then it definitely won't work.

Seeing Ye Shi's way of standing and talking without bothering her back, Jun Jun rolled his eyes.

"The light attribute is awesome but it's useful. If you think it's awesome, I'll trade it with you!"

Ye Shi said with a smile.

"If you don't change it, it will look too ugly, and if you don't have a little brother, I will change it with you."

"Go, go, go!"

You have a little brother.

I haven’t seen you play any role, either?

Mr. Garbage was just about to kill him, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

I saw black shadows suddenly whizzing past the street directly in front, accompanied by a buzzing buzz, passing over the collapsed reinforced concrete debris and overpass, and crashing into the floor where the quadruple anti-aircraft guns were located.

Explosions came one after another from above everyone's heads.

The anti-aircraft gun, which was still releasing firepower a second ago, went out instantly.

Mr. Garbage suddenly looked up, his amber pupils shrinking slightly.

"Destroyer?!"

No--

It doesn't look like a suicide bomber!

They were lantern-sized pieces of bacteria thrown over by someone unknown. Some landed on the anti-aircraft artillery position, and some landed near the front line.

They didn't hesitate when they fell to the ground. First, their bodies suddenly shrank half a circle, and then their bellies expanded rapidly as if they had a chemical reaction, and then they suddenly exploded into a cloud of gray-green spores.

Although the power is not as good as that of the bomber, it is impossible to prevent!

Caught off guard, many players were injured and even died on the spot!

"Grass!"

Lao Bai immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and swept it overhead.

The rifle hit the sieve, and several bacteria pieces fell to the ground. He quit smoking and immediately fell to the ground. However, after waiting for a while, the bacteria pieces exploded, and he stood up again.

"What the hell is this?!"

"I don't know..." Fang Chang's expression was solemn as he stared at the lump of black mucus dripping on the ground.

If you look carefully, you will see that there are two half-meter-long fleshy wings on both sides of this lantern-shaped fungi, which are constantly vibrating like dragonfly wings.

These two thin wings are obviously not enough to support its two to three kilogram body, but they are enough for it to fine-tune its flight direction during inertial flight.

Realizing this, Fang Changyi had a hint of emotion on his face.

Will this thing also correct its trajectory? !

At the same time, inside the headquarters, shouts from the air defense positions came from the communication channel.

"We encountered enemy artillery counterattack!"

Chu Guang said calmly.

"How many people are left?"

"Three... no, that one won't work either. Only me and another teammate are left."

From time to time, one or two explosions can be heard in the communication channel. The player who spoke was panting continuously, and it looked like he was seriously injured.

The same goes for the air defense position on the other side.

The players who were operating anti-aircraft guns to suppress the slime mold tanks were caught off guard by the unexpected long-range firepower.

Then Li Chao actually pointed out the "fire support doctrine"?

After listening to their report, Chu Guang immediately sent reinforcements to the anti-aircraft artillery position.

At the same time, one of the two Hummingbird drones controlled remotely by Xiaoqi also came out and followed the source of the remote firepower.

The camera moves quickly on the screen.

soon.

The source of enemy firepower was exposed to the sight of everyone in the command post!

About 800 meters away from the front line, four trucks were parked near a half-collapsed overpass.

Like the previous tank, the four trucks were also covered with dark red germ blankets, and the degree of corrosion was even more exaggerated than that of the tank. When lifted up, the cargo boxes were filled with wriggling pieces of meat!

Those lantern-shaped "flying insects" were launched from that cargo box!

Chu Guang noticed that gnawers and flesh-red worms were constantly crawling into the truck compartment, providing it with the organic matter and energy needed to synthesize organisms in a self-sacrificial way.

As the meat in the carriage squirmed, a belch sounded like a long roar, and soon more than twenty "self-destructing flying insects" were shot into the sky, drawing parabolas and hitting the players' positions. .

Those flying insects vibrated their wings in the air, looking for their targets.

There was a hint of surprise in Chu Guang's eyes.

Tu guy.

Self-correcting ballistics suicide drone? !

And it can be produced and launched at the same time!

Seeing the four trucks that kept spewing out alien species, everyone in the command post showed solemn expressions.

"This……"

"Alien species actually have artillery!?"

Even though he had seen Vanus a few times, he was still surprised at this moment.

It was obviously his first time to see such an outrageous and strange thing.

"That truck... should be Prosperity Era's mobile drone base station. I remember it seems to be used in the logistics and distribution industry."

When Vanus was studying in the military academy, he learned a little about the Prosperity Discipline, but for an officer, it was not a required course, and he had only heard about it.

Staring at the screen with furrowed brows, Chu Guang said in a deep voice.

"The mutant slime molds controlled by the mother nest have extremely strong 'mimicry' abilities. They will imitate us...or maybe others' fighting methods."

㦳Previous research has confirmed this.

But what surprised him was that the slime molds not only imitated, but even "absorbed" the relics of the pre-war Ming Dynasty in an unexpected way.

From "Plague Knight" to "Plague Tank", without exception, they are not the product of this "fusion concept".

What is chilling is that those mutant slime molds not only form a highly centralized hive society, but also have the ability to discover and solve problems.

Even if these methods seem a bit immature!

"Attention Artillery Group A, coordinates..., one round of artillery fire, dense barrage."

Half of the ten 88mm mortars were fired, unleashing firepower toward the bombardment coordinates set by Chu Guang.

Some of the artillery shells were intercepted by the building and hit the building or the viaduct, but many of the artillery shells also landed near the target area.

The sudden artillery strike did not cause any substantial damage to the four trucks, but it killed a large number of gnawers and flesh-red worms that were lined up to be killed.

The projection speed of the self-exploding flying insects weakened, and the suppressed anti-aircraft artillery position resumed its firepower.

The other four players carried two machine guns and rushed to the air defense position to establish a firepower point. The mission changed from suppressing enemy ground units to suppressing self-destructing flying units.

But this alone is not enough.

Under the suppression of artillery fire, there were still a large number of meat eaters rushing towards the truck without fear of death, turning their flesh and blood into cannonballs.

Chu Guang made a decision immediately.

"Artillery Group A and B, correct the coordinates of the artillery attack..., advance the barrage to the southwest, and launch a round of artillery fire to clear the way for the ground troops!"

At the same time as the order was issued, Chu Guang immediately edited a task and sent it to the front line.

Not far below the building.

Lao Bai, who was lying behind an explosion-proof bunker in a fierce battle with alien species, wore the VM on his arm and vibrated slightly.

A line of light blue pop-ups appeared.

[Mission: Advance under the cover of barrages and destroy enemy artillery positions! 】

"Your mission!"

"Squad member! Follow me!"

Lao Bai shouted at the top of his voice, grabbed a few magazines from the ammunition box and inserted them into the exoskeleton, then continued to fire while rushing towards the flank of the position.

Fang Chang, Jun Jun and other players followed closely behind, and a ten-man team came up from behind and took over their defense zone.

Leaving the center of the battlefield, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped a few degrees.

He changed into a submachine gun and caught up with Lao Bai.

"What is your mission?"

Lao Bai's words are concise and comprehensive.

"Destroy enemy artillery positions!"

With several RPGs stuck in his back, I followed him closely and stopped smoking for a moment.

"artillery?!"

"Alien species still have this thing!?"

The old players Fang Chang and Kuang Feng were not too surprised. After all, they had seen enough monsters, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.

There are a huge number of slime mold mutants, and there are many types. Even a gnawer can choose several varieties based on their size, speed, and whether they glow or not.

According to the description of the mutant slime mold in the setting set of the official website of "Wasteland OL", it is not surprising that the fruiting body has the ability to support distant objects.

Lao Bai didn't answer his confusion about quitting smoking, and skillfully opened the mission briefing in the VM, and shared several aerial photos taken by drones with the team members.

Looking at the four trucks covered with germ blankets on the screen, I couldn't help but swallow, and it took a long time to squeeze out a word.

"Fuck..."

Mr. Garbage was not nervous at all. When he saw the BOSS appearing, his face showed an expression of eagerness to try.

On a frontal battlefield, his claws and muscles are of no use, but it's different in a sneak attack.

BOSS battle!

It's time for him to show off his talents!

"How do we get there?"

Lao Bai: "We found that path before we left!"

They have been doing hunter team missions for the past few days. The surrounding city area can be traveled through, and they have already figured it out.

Almost at the same time as the words fell, dozens of artillery shells landed on the street eighty meters in front of them.

Pebbles flew into the windows of the buildings on both sides and even landed at everyone's feet.

Lao Bai looked solemn, quickened his pace, and gestured to the team members to follow him.

"Fire support is coming!"

"Move quickly!"

There are a total of ten players, including Mr. Junk. The team is led by Lao Bai, which almost represents the strongest combat power of the server.

A group of people set off from the flank of the position, quickly penetrated to the rear of the wave under the cover of barrages, and rushed towards the enemy's artillery position!

At this moment, the front of the battlefield was filled with fierce gunshots.

The alien species rushed up one after another, seemingly determined to tear the players' positions into pieces tonight.

Naturally, the players will not do what these beasts want. With the support of strong logistics, the ferocious firepower has not diminished at all.

After staring at the tank that broke down in the middle of the battlefield for a long time, he lay on the edge behind the explosion-proof bunker and frowned.

Suddenly, something moved in his heart and he spoke.

"That tank is a node creature! We have to find a way to get rid of it!"

The gunshots all around sounded like firecrackers.

I could barely hear the captain's voice clearly. The construction site manager yelled loudly.

"What? What is a node creature?!"

Big Eyes of Debt: "Similar to the 'Knight of Decay'! A special evolution that can control other nearby fruit entities! I saw people discussing it on the official website."

On the same front, the fleeing mole in the canyon also shouted.

"Is your information reliable?!"

He paddled on the edge and shouted: "It's unreliable! But these alien species are endless! If we don't get rid of them... we're afraid we'll have to fight them until dawn!"

The mole gave Fugui, the elf king next to him, a look.

The latter set up the RPG, took a deep breath and turned on thermal vision, aiming at the flashing red light in the thick gray-green fog.

The trigger was pulled.

Just a whooshing sound was heard, and the armor-piercing bullet dragged a cloud of white smoke and hit the armor of the tank!

The fire exploded!

A large area of ​​bacteria carpet peeled off!

However, the metal jet of the armor-piercing projectile failed to penetrate the armor!

Not far away, the commander of Erquanshui shouted loudly.

"Don't waste ammunition, I tried it, it didn't work at all!"

The warlord squatting next to him cursed and added.

"This armor is too outrageous!"

There is no smoke even when I launch an RPG!

Even the T-72 is not that hard! ?

He couldn't get out for a while. Was it the tank that had failed or the armor-piercing bullets were mixed with water?

The battlefield reached a stalemate.

Just when everyone was at a loss what to do, a harsh scream suddenly came from above their heads.

The sound was like an air raid siren sounding, and it was approaching rapidly, like a buzzer hanging on a "death scream".

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he suddenly raised his head, his face instantly turned green, and he blurted out "f*ck".

He saw a propeller plane with a wingspan of nearly ten meters, falling straight towards his position from the top of a building not far away.

Irena swallowed.

"That's...a mosquito?"

That buzzer is obviously the same model as the "Death Scream" rocket!

He also noticed the situation above his head, and his eyes widened.

Especially when he saw the two thick and large aerial bombs hanging under the belly of the plane, he was instantly shocked and pale.

"What does he want to do?!"

Amidst the harsh noise, the wanton laughter could be heard faintly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Your Grandpa Mosquito is here!"

"Crap--give it to me!"

The plane plunged sharply downward, and the control stick was pulled to the top of my thigh.

Sitting in the cabin, Mosquito held the joystick with both hands, gritted his teeth, and prayed with all his strength.

Maybe the "machine soul" heard his piety.

The fuselage and wings shook violently, and the nose of the aircraft that had accelerated its fall miraculously lifted up.

Mosquito felt happy and felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Not just because of overload!

What’s more, I cheered for that coming from the bottom of my heart!

He conquered the sky!

Suppressing the frantic shaking of the fuselage and the bloodshot eyes crawling into the eyeballs, Mosquito used all his strength to stay conscious. He held the joystick with both hands, looked at the crosshair painted on the windshield, and moved towards that point bit by bit. The outline of the sun is approaching in the thick fog.

"Human head——"

"It's me!"

The moment the crosshairs were aligned, he suddenly pressed the bomb release button.

Two 100-kilogram aerial bombs filled with explosives fell from the sky and hit the broken-down tank like thunder!

The explosion's flames and thick smoke shot up into the sky, dispersing the thick fog and even raising his plane several meters higher.

Finally, the fuselage was stabilized, and the overload feeling gradually disappeared.

Taking a moment to glance at the flames boiling in the rearview mirror, Mosquito finally breathed a sigh of relief while holding on to the joystick.

"...It's a good thing that I chose agility!"

The propeller begins to increase power.

Take his glider and fly toward a more open airspace.

On the front line.

Hot stones fell like raindrops on the back of the explosion-proof bunker. The shock wave of the explosion blew up stones, sand and even corpses, almost burying everyone on the front line.

The mole who was escaping in the canyon coughed dryly and climbed up from the ground, picked up the rifle that was buried in cement slag, and shook off the ashes on it.

"Grass……"

He splashed out the sand in his mouth while swimming, shaking his sleepy head.

"I thought I was being sacrificed."

Outside the explosion-proof bunker, thick smoke billowed.

In the face of pure power and absolute yield, no matter how advanced the armor is, it is useless - not to mention that the center of the explosion occurs at its most vulnerable top.

The shock wave of the explosion tore into pieces the slime mold inside the armor, as well as half of the alien species on the street. Even if the remaining alien species were still alive, they had lost the command of the "node creature" and their movements were obviously slow. Get up.

Looking at the messy battlefield and the disorganized aliens, I swallowed unconsciously.

"...Is it over?"

The warlord nodded numbly.

"It should be..."

Even if the armor can withstand it.

No living thing could survive that kind of explosion...

Not far away, there was an explosion in the thick gray-green fog. Judging from the direction, it should be the enemy's "artillery position."

The "self-exploding flying insects" that continued to harass the front lines and anti-aircraft gun positions finally stopped. It seems that they penetrated behind the wave and Laobai and the others played a role.

From the edge of the water, I could feel that the Brood Nest had probably thought of it together with them and set the day for the decisive battle today. From the very beginning, they showed off their unique skills and the momentum of a decisive battle.

But obviously, the intensity of the players' resistance to firepower exceeded their expectations...

The tide is receding.

Tonight's offensive looks like it will end hastily.

However——

Will managers just let them go?

The charge whistle sounded as expected, and he glanced at the VM on his arm. He looked at the flashing mission pop-up window and felt happy.

Coming!

The final showdown!

[Mission: Decisive moment! 】

[Goal: Destroy the brood nest on 65th Street! 】

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(Happy everyone! Thanks to the leader of "Today's Mercury Retrograde" for the reward!! I went home to celebrate New Year's Day. There were a lot of visits today, so I'm a little late. I'm sorry...)