This Game Is Too Realistic

Dimly lit hotel.

A ray of morning light shines through the half-closed curtains.

Opening his eyes, Lao Bai found that he was covered with a quilt. He shook his groggy head and woke up from his sleep.

"You're such a dead sleeper."

Hearing the voice coming from the side, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away.

There was a blanket covering her knees, her calves were curled up in the blanket, and she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

It is now October, and the temperature in the valley province has turned cooler. According to convention, it should be a warm winter, and it will snow in early December at the latest.

Thinking of letting her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was a little embarrassed and coughed lightly.

"Sorry, I drank too much last night..."

There was no way, not only the little girl Lisa, but also the entire hotel guests in Lu Town were waiting for his story.

In order to make the story look like that, and to cover up the pangolin's real identity as a spy, he had no choice but to put the stories of other players on the head of the pangolin.

As a result, the rookie killer who was killing people like crazy on position G537 turned into a warrior on high ground No. 330 who went in and out seven times.

If someone goes to the Lion Kingdom, which is hundreds of miles away, I am afraid that they will hear the opposite rumors from the locals, and they will not be able to figure out why the pangolin is on the Alliance's side one moment and helping the Legion to fight against the Alliance the next. people.

But it doesn’t matter.

This is exactly in line with that guy's dual-material identity.

In the wasteland, anyone with a mouth can brag, but no one has the ability to verify which rumor is true.

Anyway, there will be people who are free in the future and compile a logical and self-consistent version based on their own understanding.

Lao Bai was left wondering why he was here.

As we all know, this game can block some feelings that may cause player discomfort. Although this improves the gameplay, it will also make it difficult for players to judge their own situation through early warnings from the nervous system.

The most immediate result is that once you are drunk, you are basically in pieces.

And it's the kind that can't be connected between life and death.

Usually when a player gets drunk, Old Hook or other players will help them move the game character to the guest room to rest.

I don’t know what happened this time.

Juyi moved him to the NPC's room.

"It's okay. I'm not picky about where I sleep. I often go out on business trips and often sit in the car for the whole night. This sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on...is it made of exotic fur?"

With that said, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.

Seeing her innocent expression, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she drank a lot last night and couldn't help but ask you.

"Maybe it's a monster... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?"

Chen Yutong was slightly stunned.

"Me? I don't feel anything. The theory is that the liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol and does not activate the CYP2E1 enzyme to produce active oxygen. Basically, I don't feel anything..."

Oops.

My head started to hurt again.

I should have chosen the physical system at the beginning...

Looking at Lao Bai holding his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and joked.

"It's quite difficult to get me drunk."

Lao Bai coughed quickly to explain.

"I didn't think about it."

"It's just a joke, don't take it to heart," Chen Yutong curled his lips and continued, "By the way... that drink is indeed very interesting. Although I don't understand the feeling of being tipsy as you said, it feels right to me. It’s a different kind of wonderful feeling, thank you.”

"You're welcome, I told you to buy you a drink."

It was embarrassing to always lie on other people's beds. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands, shook his head, picked up the VM which was placed on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.

After reading the article briefly, the light blue fluorescent light quickly appeared on the screen.

What surprised Lao Bai was that this time, a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon on the taskbar when he started up.

[New mission: Take the latest flight to the front line to report. 】

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Noticing the change in his expression, Chen Yutong asked you curiously.

"What's up?"

"The vacation ended early, and the manager called me to go to the front line." Lao Bai grinned and continued, "It seems that I am needed there again."

The target of the next operation is Falcon City and the Royal Palace.

The Goblin Corps organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to coordinate their operations.

Cooperating with them are the Storm Troopers, who will take the Steel Heart to directly break through the rear of the No. 2 Oasis Defense Line.

This will be a strategic adventure.

If it goes well it will be the Battle of Crete, if it goes badly it will be Operation Garden Market.

It seems that the headquarters is planning to play a big game this time.

With fighting spirit burning in his eyes, Lao Bai lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed his jacket hanging next to him and put it on himself.

Guessing something from the expression on his face, Chen Yutong said nothing, let alone worried. He just curled the corners of his mouth and spoke in a normal tone.

"Be safe, I'll treat you to a drink next time you come back."

Stopping at the door, Lao Bai smiled and made a gesture.

"Then I will remember it."

…

Vault 404.

Medical laboratory on B3 floor.

Luo Yu, who was sitting on the folding chair, was looking at Xiao Yu, who was lying on the scanning bed and sleeping unconsciously, with a worried look on his face.

"Is it...ok?"

Standing next to the console, Heya was busy recording experimental data and took the time to reply casually.

"Incredibly good, even stronger than before."

As the last check item ended, she pressed the blue button on the screen.

Several flexible metal pipes were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and shrank into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.

The next step is to summarize the experimental data and analyze it to draw conclusions.

The research on Xiaoyu is the top priority of the Alliance Physics Research Institute. This is not related to the Alliance's understanding of mutant slime molds, but more to do with whether she can successfully obtain the Physics Laboratory on the B6 floor.

After the analysis comes to a conclusion, she still needs to organize and report the phased results to the manager.

Sometimes she really admired that guy.

That guy's brain is like a multi-core threaded CPU, which can handle things from many different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, etc. at the same time.

The secrets about that guy fascinate her even more than the brood nest in Qingquan City, but it's a pity that whenever this topic comes up, he always tries to explain it away with something he doesn't quite understand.

Suddenly noticing the worried expressions on the faces of the residents of the shelter nearby, Heya thought about what Chu Guang had told her before, so she casually comforted him.

"Don't worry, the research is just a routine check, and nothing will happen to you, Xiaoyu."

Although he still had a worried expression on his face, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort from the "league's chief biologist".

Seeing Yu Luoyu relax, Heya paused for a moment and continued talking.

"However... its DNA is entering an unstable stage. It is better to take it to dangerous places as little as possible recently. Especially on the front line, without the protection of the fruiting body, the mother body is quite fragile when it is alone."

Luo Yu nodded seriously.

Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask you.

"That unstable phase...what exactly is it?"

Can Xiaoyu continue to advance?

That's really cool.

Looking at the seemingly optimistic person, Heya shook her head.

"I don't know, the research data I have is not enough to explain this situation. I can only make a rough guess based on limited clues."

Luo Yu swallowed and waited for her to continue.

After sorting out her thoughts in her mind for a moment, Heya paused for a moment and then continued.

"The mother's nest exists for a long time, and this cycle may be long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will change into another form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. That way, you transform from a chrysalis into a worm."

Luo Yu immediately asked Yu.

"What's the opportunity?"

Heya shook her head.

"I don't know, I guess it's the right choice."

"select……?"

"That's right," Heya nodded, "The threat of self-defense is no longer the main threat to it. Standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer subject to general self-defense conditions, which means that it needs itself. Choosing the way to enter the world is the ability given to it by nature, and it is also its mission.”

"The genetic information collected from the world, the memory, experience and knowledge stored in the nervous tissue... these can be used as a reference for future research, and before this, it has not completed the accumulation of these elements. Simple For example, it has to decide whether to become a cute mushroom or a deadly piranha."

Looking blankly at Heya and Xiaoyu lying on the scanning bed beside him, Luoyu nodded as if understanding.

He doesn't really understand those complicated theories.

He only cares about one thing -

"Then when this is all over...will you still remember me?"

Heya didn't hesitate.

"Remember, as I said, memory is a reference for the next stage of life, and it is a very important reference element... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared."

Luo Yu became nervous for a moment.

"What kind of mental preparation?"

"If you change into another life form, its blood connection with you may be interrupted. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it may even regard you and other humans as prey. Even if the memory is It is also part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers things about you..."

Heya described it in as easy-to-understand terms as possible.

After listening, Luo Yu fell into silence, and the thoughts in his mind were like a mess of yarn, kneaded together.

He thought of all the things he had done before...

Including taking it to the suburbs for leveling for the first time, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food...

If these memories might be replaced by something else, he would rather it remain as it is now and not move forward.

In fact, he didn't particularly need the kind of helper who could fight side by side.

He can fight alone.

At this time, Xiaoyu slowly woke up on the scanning bed. The tentacles hanging on the scanning bed were moving slightly, and she murmured "Uh-huh" unconsciously.

Maybe he sensed his presence.

Drowsily, Xiaoyu slowly sat up from the scanning bed.

The moment he looked at [Luo Yu], the abstract face burst into joy and joy, and he immediately slid down from the scanning bed dragging his heavy body.

"Ugh!"

Perhaps because it had just come into contact with anesthesia and had not fully adapted to waking up, it fell when it got out of bed.

Seeing that pitiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but step forward and stretched out his hand to support Xiao Yu, who looked like he was drunk.

"Be careful... I won't run away."

"Ugh!"

The tentacles wrapped around the arm of the person who was close at hand, Xiaoyu rubbed his chest with his head, and his aggrieved expression changed to one of satisfaction.

Seeing that innocent look, Luo Yu felt that all the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were swept away.

Just like birth and death, the life cycle will not change because of likes or dislikes. What should come will eventually come.

No matter what happens in the future, at least now this little guy is extremely dependent on him.

Maybe...

You should also believe in it more.

With a common memory, they can face the unknown together.

"I know..." After touching Xiao Yu's slippery head, Luo Yu looked at Heya who was standing next to him and said firmly, "Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I will not regret it... …I will always take care of it [finally].”

"I'm glad you think so."

Heya had a smile on her face, looked at this brave young man, and patted him on the shoulder.

"茠oil."

…

On the edge of Oasis No. 2, Bicester Town is surrounded by concrete and iron barrels.

Standing next to the bunker, Wedder held a telescope in his hand and nervously looked at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

The soldiers standing aside also looked nervous.

In just three days, at least tens of thousands of legion soldiers have passed through here, but no one is willing to stay and stand with them.

Your defense line is on the edge of Oasis No. 2. Compared to concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the "river embankments" left over from the Prosperity Era for defense.

However, this also means that this fortress outside the oasis has become useless.

What Weide Er 㳒 wished for was not only that no one could help them, but also that no one could tell him what to do next.

They were completely abandoned...

At this moment, a messenger trotted over.

"Report! Order from the headquarters——"

Hearing that voice, Wade's eyes instantly filled with joy.

It was like a straw floating in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreat, he still desperately reached out and grabbed the collar of the messenger.

"Quick! Tell me! What did Lord Griffin say?"

The messenger tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Weider's hand.

Sensing something amiss from the face of the messenger, Wedder quickly released his hand holding his collar and snatched the paper from his hand.

[...From now on, the defenders of Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints on the east side and must defend the fortress for more than fifteen days, waiting for reinforcements to arrive! 】

[Note: When the situation is critical, the supplies and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned, and officers of centurion and above are allowed to surrender after the force is reduced by 90% or more. 】

After reading the last sentence in the telegraph newspaper, Wade's face looked as if it had been painted with a layer of paint, without a trace of blood.

There will be no more withdrawals from the front lines.

This has become your front line.

Those Vaillantes had completely abandoned them...

Wade's expression gradually changed from misery to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, a strong bad feeling crept into his heart.

A messenger came running from the southeast in a hurry. Before he could salute, the man shouted in a hurry.

"Tanks! Alliance tanks! They are advancing towards our position from the southeast!"

Wider asked subconsciously.

"How many cars?"

"I don't know... maybe fifty, maybe a hundred or more." The messenger stammered.

When the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby heard this, they all took a breath and held their breath unconsciously.

One hundred tanks!

The last unit to withdraw from here took away almost all the Panzerfaust rocket launchers. Their anti-tank weapons probably didn't even have a hundred rounds of ammunition!

Weider felt his heart skip a beat for a moment, and stood there helplessly.

The entire Bicester Fortress has only three hundred defenders.

Even if he includes those workers who have not received military training, he still cannot form a team of a thousand people!

Those anti-tank piles couldn't stop the Alliance's steel torrent.

Those people didn't even rush in, but parked outside and the tanks shelled them for a few rounds, and they would suffer heavy casualties...

The adjutant standing aside looked at Wider nervously.

"Sir...what should we do."

"What should I do... what should I do... I also want to ask what the hell should I do!"

Suddenly, Wider was like an oil drum with a cigarette butt thrown away, suddenly erupting in front of everyone's astonished eyes.

"These big-nosed beasts, cowards, useless things! They will only retreat at the critical moment, leaving us in front!"

The more Weide Er talked, the angrier he became, his emotions became more and more agitated, and his whole face turned red.

After the war started, experienced officers were all moved to the front line. It is said that even the retinues were given the rank of captain of ten and centurion and thrown into the regular army.

A logistics captain like him who was brought up to make up the numbers has never even touched a gun a few times. How can he fight with people from the alliance? !

"...and that Griffin! That liar who tells lies, we followed them through hard times for more than ten years, and this is what we got in exchange?! Where are the reinforcements from Triumph City? Tens of thousands of conquered soldiers Where’s the tank? Is this what he calls invincible?”

No longer able to hide the anger in his heart, he cursed the Weirant people who were usually not allowed to be offended under the stunned gaze of his followers.

He cursed everyone from the Willant soldiers to Griffin, who could name them. If there wasn't enough saliva, he would have wished that everyone would spit.

Seeing the pairs of eyes staring at him, Wedder took a deep breath and calmed down.

After a long time, he calmly issued the first order.

"Lower the Legion's flag."

All the soldiers and sergeants looked at each other, no one dared to move, not even a move of their legs.

Wider was embarrassed to find that no one listened to him at all.

Fortunately, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of muffled thunder in the distance, followed by a whooshing sound through the air and an explosion of flames blooming on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

Just as he expected.

Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers were not enough to withstand the Alliance's torrent of steel. The Alliance would not shoot the infantry up to attack their bunkers, but would choose to blow them up outside the range.

I don’t know what they were carrying on the tracks.

I saw a flash of blue arc on the bifurcated gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was blasted away, leaving only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.

The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly smashed into sieves by the broken concrete, not to mention the old machine guns mounted on the bunkers.

Subconsciously lowering his head to avoid the flying sand, Wedder's hair exploded like a hamster whose tail was stepped on, and he screamed and roared.

"What are you waiting for? The Vaillant people have abandoned us. Do you want to be buried with those cowards? For the sake of the spirit of the sand sea, lower the flag quickly... whatever you want Hang up your things quickly!”

Facing Wedder's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby finally took action, hurriedly rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and pulled down the legion flag hanging on it.

But at this moment, the soldiers who were lowering the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around that could serve as a flag.

At this moment, someone suddenly mentioned that Sir Wedder's shirt seemed to be of male color, so they rushed back to Weider's side and stripped him naked regardless of his objections. Finally, they Completed this lord's order.

The Weiland people's war supervisors had already withdrawn with the last evacuation troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.

The reason why there was no action before was simply out of military honor and loyalty to the royal family...

As for now.

Even nobles like Wedder, who "regarded glory as life", had surrendered, and they naturally had no reason to continue to hold on.

I just hope that the Alliance will indeed treat the prisoners as kindly as the rumors say, and will not embarrass little people like them who can't help themselves...

…

"Tch, why did you vote?"

Mole, half of his body exposed on the tank turret and holding a telescope in his hand, saw the Qin flag rising in the distance and smacked his tongue unhappily.

The day before yesterday, people from the Death Corps were bragging on the forum, saying they could capture a city in two hours.

After asking the brothers in the field about the strategic deployment of Bicester Town, he planned to show off his skills with his brothers. As a result, he raised a flag just after firing a round of artillery across the opposite side.

This is too overwhelming!

Not far away, a disheveled man and several soldiers walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with their hands raised.

The waving gesture seemed to implore them not to shoot.

Not interested in slaughtering the defenseless, the Mole waved his hand.

Three armed trucks covered with steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man.

Irena, who was holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first. Just as she was about to tease the officer-looking man in front of her, the man suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.

He pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, ignoring the sand and ash on the ground, and choked with tears and runny noses under the surprised gazes of everyone.

"...Sand Sea Spirit, you are finally here!"

Irena was stunned by his smooth movements and was stunned on the spot.

He swallowed the teasing and looked at the Elf King Fugui next to him with a strange look on his face.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

Brother Fugui also looked at him in confusion.

"have no idea……"

The players who got off the bus were all confused.

This man was crying so miserably, as if he had been greatly wronged, that they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys.

Wider took a secret look at the stunned soldiers, and when he saw that no shots were fired, he was relieved. His face still had that sad and angry expression, and he kowtowed his head in tears and complained.

"The younger one is a baron from the Falcon Kingdom. His name is Weeder. His ancestor, Eru, has been running a farm in the nearby oasis for generations. He is an honest farmer and has always lived a life without disputes... One day, the Valantians came here."

"Those big-nosed men deceived us with their smooth words, held our Majesty and his court hostage, occupied our shops and estates, forced us to work for them, and bleed for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise for great management Sir, praise the great alliance, thank God you are finally here."

Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she coughed dryly and said.

"Anyway, you get up first."

Wade didn't get up. Instead, he pressed his head closer to the ground and kept mumbling. This time, even the translator couldn't translate what he was saying.

The Elf King Fugui standing nearby sighed, walked in front of him, kicked the guy's knee, and pointed to the side of the road.

"We're not interested in messing with you. We don't object to you kneeling if you like, but please, please don't block our way."

After listening to the previous words, Weeder finally burst into tears and smiled, with a flattering smile on his face, and he crawled away from the roadside.

"Thank you, sir! Let's get out of here! Please... come inside!"

…

Bicester Fortress fell.

The Skeleton Corps won this place without bloodshed, and the price they paid was only dozens of 155mm artillery shells and a few 60kg mass bombs.

In fact, they were the only ones who fired faster.

If it had been a few minutes late, maybe even the shells would have been saved.

The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaning their rifles on both sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.

That sullen look makes it really hard to hate him.

In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking the captives into custody, complained to Brother Mole who was following behind.

"Good guy... We didn't catch the grand occasion of welcoming Master Wang at Oasis No. 3, but we caught up with him at Oasis No. 2."

"It's about to end."

The Mole smiled back and waved forward.

The Panzergrenadier truck advanced and drove swaggeringly into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to move forward closely behind him.

When passing by the commander named Weider, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop it.

Looking down at the man who was hurriedly prostrate on the ground, he searched inside the turret, pulled out an empty gun and threw it on the ground in front of the man.

Hearing something smack in front of him, Wedder subconsciously shrank his neck, and only took a trepidating glance after finding that his head had not fallen off.

No nonsense, Mole looked down at him and gave concise instructions.

"Give you a chance to redeem yourself."

"In the past week, all the troops passing by here, their numbers, numbers, equipment, which way they came, which door they left when they left, how many supplies they brought, and who took the first step when they left. Is it the left foot or the right foot? Write everything you know on this foot."

Wider nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! Okay, sir, I will definitely do it!"

Seeing that this guy was about to kowtow again, Mole waved his hand impatiently.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."