This Game Is Too Realistic

Not far behind the Heart of Steel, a smaller airship followed closely.

Inside the bridge.

Staring at the modified Heart of Steel not far away, General McClung's face was filled with gloom.

He still remembered the congratulations that the guy in the tin can teased him when he got off the airship.

He swore.

㱗The humiliation suffered here must be repaid tenfold in this body!

Standing not far next to him, Adria, the captain of the Judgment, frowned and pondered for a long time, and suddenly said coldly.

"I still can't figure out how to get that thing off."

Compared with his Judgment Pioneer, that guy was like a hedgehog armed with artillery. Even if he faced an army of 100,000 people head-on, the rear guard would probably be able to just stare.

Although this sentence was not meant to be sarcastic, it sounded particularly harsh to McClun's ears, so much so that the man behind him couldn't help but twitch his brows.

"That was an accident..."

Seeing that the official didn't want to say more, Adria shrugged regretfully and did not continue to ask.

Although he has one more star on his shoulders than McClung, he has to consider the background behind this guy.

Unlike Griffin, who was an officer from a civilian background, McClung was an aristocratic officer with status just like himself. Although the officers who followed the eastward expansion faction were in bad luck, he would not take advantage of it. His experience in fighting on the Eastern Front might become his qualifications.

Political stance is one aspect. In a place like Triumph City, identity stance is also something that cannot be ignored. We are all members of the Air Force system, so there is no need to offend others with a few words.

The silence on the bridge lasted briefly.

At this moment, McClun suddenly moved and spoke.

"By the way, how did Griffin die?"

"Stroke." Adria responded reflexively, but McClun glanced at her disdainfully.

"Stop talking nonsense, I've never seen anything physically wrong with that idiot."

Adria was silent for a moment and sighed.

"Don't embarrass me. He is from the Army system. If you are curious, you should ask Joseph. He may know something."

McClun said nothing, nodded, and stared motionlessly at the Heart of Steel outside the bridge.

On the distant deck, planes were pushed onto the deck one after another. Surprisingly, those planes had neither propellers nor engine nozzles.

"A very bold idea," Adria said approvingly, "I heard from the captain of the Falcon Kingdom's Guards that they dropped this wooden aircraft from an airship and used the height of the airship to provide gliding power... This kind of aircraft can save the propeller and engine and can be produced by two carpenters.”

"Although it seems that it cannot take off from the ground, which is a problem, it is quite interesting as a one-time use prop."

After he left, he planned to talk to his acquaintances at the Air Force Equipment Manufacturing Bureau to see if he could get something similar.

But just a glider is useless.

This also involves the modification of strategic equipment such as airships. Not only does it need to convince the Air Force Command, but it also has to find a captain who is willing to cooperate.

This may be a bit difficult.

After all, Triumph City does not think that the indigenous equipment has any reference value, and it does not feel that this is a war with the Alliance at all, but a contest between Triumph City and Ideal City.

"Can you raise the height a little?" McClun, who was staring at the deck, suddenly said.

Adria nodded and waved his hand casually.

"Rise three hundred meters."

The adjutant standing aside stood at attention.

"yes!"

…

The Judgment Pier climbed higher and reached the best viewing area. In the rolling dust not far away, a long shuttle-shaped aircraft also accelerated and flew over the battlefield.

Including Wu Changnian on board the Heart of Steel.

Representatives of all forces are watching the alliance's next move.

The performance of the Alliance did not disappoint the onlookers.

Thirty gliders took off one after another from the deck of the airship. Following the roaring and surging airflow, they all attacked the battle coordinates twenty kilometers away.

At the same time, under the billowing sand and dust, the Enterprise's 26th Commando Force had been engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Blackstone Mutant Tribe.

Ten powered armor stations were in the front row, followed by android soldiers, followed by soldiers wearing exoskeletons.

Lines of orange tracer shuttled between the ruins, just like the dust flying from the forge.

The battle situation is extremely anxious!

Although the company has power armor and powerful Gaussian weapons, the mutants have an absolute numerical advantage and physical superiority.

Unless their skulls were opened by hot metal projectiles, even if half of their mouths were blown open, they could still charge forward with chain saws and dangling jaws.

"Smash them!"

"Broken! Throw it into the frying pan!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

After shooting more than a dozen mutants, one of the short mutants rushed closer.

Yunsong decisively abandoned the Gauss rifle in his hand, which was as wide as a big sword, pulled out the bow that was tied to the armor of his right leg, and split the hatchet that was coming towards him with a clang.

This was a gift given to him by a certain general of the Lion Kingdom. It was said to be made from the "God-given alloy" given by the spirit of the sand sea, which was tempered over thousands of times - in fact, to put it bluntly, it was the armor steel used for starships.

The armored steel dismantled from the starship was nothing compared to the rubbish picked up from the wasteland, and the hatchet was so shaken that it cracked.

The mutant staggered back, a trace of surprise written in his bloodthirsty pupils, showing that he didn't expect this iron lump, which was bigger than the big man, to be so sensitive.

But the surprise only lasted for a moment, and was quickly replaced by the desire for flesh and blood.

"Roar--!"

With a roar, it continued to charge forward with the cracked ax in hand, but before it took two steps, its throat was cut by a white blade struck by flowing clouds and flowing water.

Looking at the flying head, Yunsong shook off the blood on the elbow, picked up the Gauss rifle on the ground without hesitation, and calmly retreated while firing at the roaring mutants.

More than two hundred corpses were lying on the ground, and there seemed to be no end to the gray-black mutants that were constantly being used from the ruins.

"Damn...there are really only two thousand of these guys?" Su Za threw away the overheated gun barrel and inserted it into his while yelling curses.

"Probably? Who can say this kind of thing well... I can only make an assessment based on their rations and building scale. Maybe they grow mushrooms in their holes." The drone operator said with a numb scalp.

The mutants in the desert are completely different from those on the east coast.

Whether it's fighting style or living habits.

If it is the east coast, they have already called for tactical nuclear warheads or air-dropped self-propelled heavy fire robots for support.

The first line of defense composed of power armor has been in direct contact with the mutants.

Three of the powered armors had drawn out their half-meter-long fighting guns and were fighting with the mutants armed with giant hammers weighing 100 kilograms.

At this moment, the drone operator suddenly shouted loudly.

"Most of the enemy units have gathered around the bombardment coordinates! Now is the best time! Captain! How long will it take for the Alliance to be here?"

A calm reply came from the communication channel.

"Support request has been sent!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang in the distance.

The light flickering in the sand haze was like muffled thunder on a sunny day. Following a few whooshing sounds, streaks of white smoke fell like raindrops from directly above the battlefield.

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the spreading fragments and thick smoke exploded between the two leaning buildings, swallowing up more than a hundred mutants in an instant.

One of the buildings was hit by several artillery shells. The twisted steel bars could no longer support it, and the entire building began to collapse.

Looking at the collapsed tall building above his head, a pair of bloodthirsty pupils were finally filled with panic. It was too late to escape.

Countless mutants could only subconsciously raise their arms to block the falling gravel and dust before being smashed into a pulp by the mountain-like building.

The collapsed building created a chain reaction, and another building that was hit at the base also began to collapse.

The two tall buildings that fell sideways formed a huge wall that was intertwined and broken into several sections, cutting the battlefield directly from the middle.

The shock wave caused the rocks and debris on the ground to fly hundreds of meters away, causing undulating ripples to form on the surface of the quicksand not far away.

"Woohoo!"

Su Zha, who was carrying a Gauss rifle, shook his fist excitedly and cheered happily.

"Well done!"

The sound of gunfire in the distance has stopped.

However, the alliance's offensive did not stop.

The buzzing in the air got closer and closer, and desert-colored crosses appeared above the heads of the 26th Commando.

"What is that?" Gu Wei raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the sky, then lowered the muzzle of the gun.

"The alliance's gliders, they took over the task of clearing out the mutant nests," Yunsong casually picked up the mutants who fell on the ground, and Yun Song replied neatly in the communication channel, "Stop standing there stupidly. I won’t even be able to drink hot soup after a while.”

Su Zi suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"Hot soup? You mean the ones in the mutant lair?"

The communication channel was deserted for a while.

"...I'm just making a metaphor, don't disgust me."

…

The collapsed building cut off the escape route, and the attacking mutants instantly became orphans blocked in the corner.

The 26th Commando immediately turned from defense to offense and rushed towards the mutants who were blinded by the explosion. While the wounds of those mutants had not healed, they used short rifles or secondary weapons to close-range wounds on them.

With alien species as opponents, there is no need to hold back.

Gunfire continued around the ruins, and in just a few minutes, nearly two hundred mutants were killed by the guns of the 26th Commando led by Yun Song.

"The company's strength is not weak. I thought their marines were just a bunch of soft-footed shrimps." Adria said with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

Although the equipment advantage accounts for more than half, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers themselves cannot be underestimated. They chose an enhancement route similar to that of the academy, using a large number of intelligent weapons and bionic prosthetics. However, their performance on the battlefield was completely different from the gaudy equipment of the academy.

"After all, they are dealing with mutants, and they are considered experts." The deputy standing next to Adria gave an ambiguous evaluation.

"Haha," McClun smiled coldly and said with a hint of sarcasm, "After all, it was them who made the mess. Who is good at it if they are not good at it."

Compared to businesses.

He is more interested in those wastelanders who defeated him once...

The defeat last time was too fast and too sudden. He didn't even take a closer look at how those airborne troops defeated his Marines who were armed to the teeth.

McClung stared outside the bridge intently, staring motionlessly at the gliders that were attacking the ground.

Come on...

Let me see what great things you have done.

…

In fact, the Burning Corps did not have any great skills during the landing phase, and the glider's landing posture could even be described as quite unskilled.

One after another, the planes plunged into the mutant tribe's stronghold like a goddess scattering flowers. Their strong wings and noses were like shovels, overturning the roofs of countless shacks.

A glider landed in the pasture, and its belly straightened up, knocking over a hot oil pan.

The mutant priest who had just delivered the baby was frightened and couldn't figure out where these two-legged animals came from.

It put the whimpering cub in a basket aside, took out the butcher's shorts, and howled toward the nearest plane.

But before it could get within a few steps of the plane, there were sudden bursts of gunfire and three heavily armed soldiers came out of the cabin and shot its head off.

"Gan! I almost fell into the frying pan!" After spitting blood, Ye Shi reached out to pick up the aircraft machine gun that fell to the ground, and threw it to the quit smoking man next to him.

Fortunately, this plane has no fuel tanks!

Don't worry about it even if it catches fire.

"Hahaha! I called Lao Na." He joked with a smile while loading the heavy machine gun in his hand and quitting smoking.

"Get out!"

Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

While he was speaking, a strong omen of crisis came to his mind. He moved the muzzle of the gun almost subconsciously, and pointed the LD-50 carbine in his hand at the metal partition not far away.

"Tu tu tu tu—!"

The muzzle of the gun sprayed with tongues of fire, and a series of tinkling explosions instantly marked the metal partition with dozens of bullet holes.

A cloud of blood exploded behind the pierced partition, and a mutant soldier holding a rifle was immediately beaten into a sieve and fell to the muddy ground with a cry of pain.

Knocking the tripod onto the tilted iron bucket, he set up the machine gun and immediately pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun spurted out hot tongues of fire, and in an instant, an airtight network of firepower opened up in the twisting and winding alley.

In front of the 12mm heavy machine gun, whether it is the flesh and blood of the mutants or the bunkers made of garbage in front of them, they are as fragile as paper.

Although players do not have the advanced Gauss weapons and shellless rifles like the 26th Commando, the alliance's weapons are not much inferior in terms of killing efficiency against soft targets.

The only difference is the shape of the wounds on the corpse...

Nearly a hundred players landed in gliders, causing a bloody storm in the Blackstone Mutant Tribe's village.

They didn't expect that there would be a surprise attack from behind, and the mutants in the village were caught off guard on the spot. In particular, their large forces suffered heavy casualties in the artillery attack and had no time to return for support.

As the ranch area where prisoners were imprisoned was occupied by Alliance soldiers, the Iron Heart launched a second round of bombardment at the coordinates provided by the player.

Faced with strangulation from all directions and barrage after barrage, the mutant resistance was quickly disintegrated.

"What about Lao Ji? It's almost over, why haven't you seen anyone else yet?" Seeing that all the mutants in the village were almost dead, Ye Shi turned around and shouted.

"He parachuted down. It will probably take a while. Let's do our work first -" Before Guangfeng could finish his words, there was a loud "boom" not far away.

I saw a black shadow slamming into a row of iron shacks. Its huge size actually crushed the entire shack that was more than ten meters wide.

Several mutants who had just reached puberty crawled out of the shack in search of weapons. However, before they could even take two steps, they were pushed to the ground by the sound of gunshots.

Soon, that hearty voice came over the communication frequency.

"What a coincidence. It seems I arrived at the right time."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and joked.

"Almost, if you float in the sky for a while, the umbrella will jump."

Quit smoking: “Hahaha!”

…

Although the mutants of the Blackstone Tribe are far stronger than those guys that players encountered on Street 76 during the pioneering period, the alliance today is different from the past.

The fierce battle only lasted less than twenty minutes, and there were only sporadic gunshots and exhausted screams left inside and outside the tribe.

In the very center of the village, in front of a strange altar.

Looking at the people walking down the steps, a mutant priest with a wrinkled face walked forward with rare fear and fear on his face, raising his hands.

It was wearing clothing made of animal skins, and a skull with a rope hanging around its neck.

"Wait a minute! Please let me meet your leader. There may be some mistake between us——"

"boom--!"

A hot projectile penetrated its skull, interrupting its desperate struggle for mercy.

Looking at the body lying on the steps, Ye Shi spit.

"I missed the hammer."

Meet the manager?

Are you worthy?

Storm glanced at the young man.

"You kill this guy, and we can find someone to get clues about the crew members."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said with a guilty conscience.

"Didn't Lao Qi say that no one will be left alive..."

He admitted that when he landed just now, he was really a little overwhelmed when he saw the same kind of people captured by the mutants.

Lao Ji patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"No, there are too many of those guys who don't have enough time to cool down. Just grab any one and ask."

As he said that, he walked up to the mutant priest and was about to inspect this guy's body. However, when his eyes fell on the mutant's clothes, he couldn't help but frown.

The patterns weave together the up and down inverted triangles, just like the upright torches and the swaying flames on the torches.

Lao Ji looked up at the altar in front of him and saw the symbol carved on the stone wall, which was exactly the same as the symbol in his memory.

torch?

But this is a huge desert, thousands of kilometers away from the Death Coast.

Why does the Torch Church logo appear here?

The old man frowned and frowned even more.

Is it a coincidence?

However, now is not the time to think about this issue.

He used a combat knife to cut a strip of linen from the priest's clothes. The old man looked up at the altar in front of him and waved his right fist.

"Keep going!"

The peripheral mutants have been eliminated.

Not surprisingly.

There should be a BOSS battle ahead!

…

However, players regret that there are no legendary super mutants in the altar.

Not even an elite monster.

But think about it.

If there really was such a terrifying thing, General Klass would have definitely used it during the Qianqian expedition, and there was no way he would have kept this trump card until the end.

After getting rid of a few mutants who were guarding the altar with rifles, everyone successfully entered the hall made of concrete waste.

The front of this place looks like a factory. There is a backup generator with a nuclear battery in the factory, and it is still working.

Exploring along the wires, everyone soon found twelve upright cylindrical petri dishes in the side hall of the altar.

The petri dish was filled with a dark green solution, and the bodies of the Huahuahuas were soaked in it, with the ventilator blocking their faces.

There are bubbles floating upward from the bottom of the petri dish. It is obvious that these devices are still working.

Lao Dong frowned and walked to the console. He was about to try operating it, but he was embarrassed to find that even mutants could operate the device, but he couldn't understand it at all.

If you are here, why can't you do it...

He looked at the brothers aside uninterestedly.

"...This is?"

Ye Shiyi was confused.

"Clone synthesis device?"

Recalling what he saw on Street 76, Guangfeng shook his head.

"It's not like..."

"That's the treatment cabin."

An unfamiliar voice came from behind, interrupting the conversation among the players. Although they are in completely different languages, there is surprisingly no sense of inconsistency when I interject into the topic.

Everyone turned around and saw Yun Song, the captain of the company's 26th Commando Team, unhooking his helmet and visor and walking towards the side with a rifle in hand.

"Treatment cabin?" Lao Dong asked Yu puzzledly in Renlian dialect.

"That's right."

Stopping in front of one of the culture tanks, Yun Song looked at the device in front of him with a complicated expression, and slowly continued to talk.

"They will throw human females that are fertile, relatively female, and suitable as mothers into the treatment cabin... and reuse them after treatment."

"The mutants who can use these devices are usually priests or chiefs in the tribe...this is also the case on the East Coast."

"How did these guys learn these devices?" Lao Yi couldn't help but ask Yu.

"These devices are not difficult to operate. Sometimes there are simple tutorials in the program, or even automatic execution of AI..."

After a pause, Yunsong continued to speak with a complicated expression,

"Of course, it's also possible that someone taught them."

It is worth mentioning that although mutants are a completely different species from humans, they are not completely unable to communicate.

They even speak Renlianyu, but most of them are stupid.

A few intelligent mutants will soon stand out from the crowd of idiots as tribal priests or herders, who know how to exchange things that humans like for things they need.

Such as slaves.

For example, the production of slave tools.

Mutants have no concept of medicine.

Either there's a healing chamber, or a cloning chamber, or there has to be a mutant chief who is skilled in the art of captive breeding.

Otherwise, with their barbaric midwifery techniques and the harsh environment in this area, no matter how long the individual lives are, they will never be able to reproduce on a scale of more than a thousand people.

Yun Song seriously suspected that it was General Klass of the Legion who taught these mutants how to use the treatment cabin technology.

After all, those Weirant people are fully capable of this.

There is also a complete motive for doing so.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I am very happy to fight side by side with you..."

After staring at the burly power armor on Lao Dong, Yun Song stretched out his fist and touched his shoulder, saying "Hua" in slight surprise.

"Is this the one in front of you? It's incredible... you actually repaired it."

Lao Ji grinned.

"The interior has been slightly modified. It's not that advanced, but it doesn't affect its use."

At first, Yin Fang helped him repair it, but then the enterprise delegation came to Qingquan City, and he bought some accessories from Changge Group.

Yun Song said with emotion.

"The power armor of the Era of Prosperity is much more powerful than those produced after the war. It's a pity that we don't have the ability to completely repair it."

After a moment of pause, he looked at Lao Dong seriously and continued to ask you.

"I just searched, and there is no one we are looking for here. How are you going to deal with these and the survivors outside...who have been rescued?"

Lao Ji glanced around and said casually.

"Probably it's still the old rule, wait for them to be treated and then send them to the homeless people's homes."

Yun Song asked Yu confusedly.

"That is?"

"It's like a rescue station."

Yun Song was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the alliance to have such a facility. After being silent for a while, he spoke.

"But I think... it might be easier for them to turn off the ventilator. Very few people can come out of this hellish experience."

At first, they would also send the rescued survivors to nearby survivor settlements, but later they found that doing so would only increase their troubles.

Most survivor settlements will not accept those who have been captured by mutants. Even if they are willing to help the company for money, at most they will only give them a few mouthfuls of food and find a place out of the way. They fend for themselves.

Most people who were rescued would not thank them, and would even hate them for not giving themselves a happy life or taking themselves to the ideal city.

At first, he tried to help those who unexpectedly had "trouble" in the missions, but after a few more missions, he found that it was just making himself uncomfortable.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, not all of them were arrested, and many of them were cloned and produced by mistake.

It is a kind of kindness to send people who made mistakes into this world away and let them start a new life.

Lao Ji was silent for a while and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, maybe you are right, but the choice is theirs, right? At least we have done what we can do."

They did not leave these rescued people alone.

There are also many people who were rescued from the looter's dungeon and finally chose to commit suicide because they couldn't get out.

But there are examples of starting a new life again and even finding happiness in the new life.

"Maybe." Yun Song nodded slightly to show respect. He looked at Lao Yi and the alliance soldiers behind him and said, "I'll leave this place to you."

With that said, he turned around and walked outside.

The battle is over.

The entrances to the Pioneer and Vault 0 are not far from this camp.

Before welcoming the arrival of the company's top executives, he needs to lead the soldiers to carefully clean the battlefield and eliminate potential safety hazards in the area.

Watching the Yunsong NPC leave, Lao Ji suddenly thought of something and looked at Ye Shi who was standing aside.

"By the way, bring in the rescued NPCs outside...if those survivors are still alive."

"receive."

Brothers, Ye Shi made an OK gesture, turned around and walked out the door.

Lao Ji turned his attention to the row of treatment cabins again.

Judging from the survivors floating in the nutrient solution, these culture tanks should not be able to regenerate severed limbs, but they can speed up the healing of injuries on the body.

This is similar to how players use training cabins.

The only difference is that the player's use of the 㱕 culture cabin is only valid for matching the 㱕 gene sequence and cannot be used by others or even lent to other players.

As for the lower-cost "sleep cabin", it is only used as a save point for players and does not have the function of rapid healing.

Although players probably won't use it, for NPCs who only have one life, this thing is still very helpful and can be recycled.

In the wasteland, as long as you don't die on the spot, even if you are seriously injured with a broken arm or leg, there are a lot of remedies.

Lao Ji suddenly discovered that there were really many treasures hidden in this vast desert.

Thinking of the legendary Shelter No. 0, he became more and more looking forward to it...