This Game Is Too Realistic

Twelve "Dragonfly" transport aircraft formed a bomber formation and passed over the bombing area marked on the map.

Brother Pigman, who is still experienced in piloting, serves as the team leader, piloting the lead aircraft in front, while the remaining eleven wingmen maintain the formation and follow behind.

Integrate flight parameters such as altitude, speed, angle of entry, wind speed, etc. into the formula to calculate the approximate bomb delivery distance. The lead aircraft sends a bomb release signal to each wingman, then opens the hatch, and the bombs that have been installed on the rails are dropped one by one by the bomb release handle. Just slide down.

Although transporting bombs by transport planes is a bit random in various senses, the lack of accuracy can be made up for by quantity.

One after another, aerial bombs fell like dumplings towards the marked area of ​​the city, and masses of orange-red flames exploded between the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings.

Most of the tall buildings left over from the Age of Prosperity are extremely solid.

Even after two hundred years of weathering and a round of carpet bombing, most buildings still maintain structural integrity.

There is only one 100-meter-high building. It was probably hit by an aerial bomb and the load-bearing structure began to slowly collapse from a certain floor in the middle to the north.

Looking at the scene of the ground cracking that day, and the billowing dust that floated hundreds of meters up after the haze blew away, Bing and Huo Zi, who were standing by the cabin window, couldn't help but click their tongues.

"I'm just going to... deal with a sniper?"

Although this is also done in reality, most of them involve throwing a guided missile or firing a few grenades.

You Shaohuo would spend such a large amount of money to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.

This is more or less like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.

The unprofessional man smiled and snorted, and made a joke in the communication channel.

"Use your little brain and think about it carefully. Will mutants be able to snipe and shoot with black guns? And it's so foggy."

Brother Bing and Huozi slapped his head.

"Hiss... when you say that, I will understand."

He subconsciously brought it into reality. Of course, it is impossible to act like this in reality, but this is a game after all.

Those guys who were hiding and making small moves were obviously the little rats from the Torch Church. No matter what their intentions are, a slap in the face is the right thing to do.

The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the NPC to have such clear ideas.

From the communication channel, players on other planes were chattering away.

"The fog is also too heavy and I can't see the situation on the ground at all."

"Can you blow that guy to death?"

"Then I have to ask the brothers on the ground to keep their eyes open and look for it!" The unprofessional man laughed, tilted the control stick, and led the bomber formation back towards the airport on the ground.

After a pause, he continued.

"Let's think about how to land first."

It was not difficult for him to land in the fog, but those rookies had another story.

I hope there will be two fewer falls by then.

I hope the ground crew won’t scold me...

…

The hundred-meter-high building was broken in the middle, and when viewed from the sky, it was just a half-cut piece of tofu.

However, looking from the ground, it is a square mountain.

Even though the war zone was hundreds of meters away, the blown sand and stones still hit the heads of both warring parties, and then fell like raindrops.

The violent airflow temporarily blew away the spore cloud floating in the air.

The mutant soldiers' eyes widened and they opened their mouths unconsciously as they stared in the direction of the collapse of the tall building. They took a mouthful of ashes without even noticing.

What happened there? !

The players also stopped firing for a while, and couldn't help but exclaimed "Fuck" when looking at the shocking scene.

"...Awesome, what if this was made into a CG bunker!"

"666!"

"It's such a bunker!" Shuke, the pilot, reloaded the machine gun and complained in a dumbfounded voice, "First think about how to get past this level!"

Beta was driving the toy car and lying next to him.

This brother was probably thinking that the heavy fog would be fine, and he planned to run over and help repair the car, but he was shot in the head.

He hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the person back, but the person's mind had been shattered and he was probably sitting at home in a daze at the moment, not knowing what was going on.

The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire at the mutant positions to provide suppressive firepower.

However, those mutants also learned well and no longer confronted them head-on. Instead, they hid in the alleys on both sides of the street and penetrated and surrounded them from both sides.

"By the way, why don't those guys who fly planes help us with the bombing here?" He wiped the ashes on his face and cursed.

Shuke, who was driving the plane, rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to go to the forum and have a bad mouth?"

Crouching on the other side of the street were brothers from the Death Corps. Hearing their shouting, he smiled and made a joke.

"Remember to ask Brother Mosquito to close down your friends before dropping the bomb!"

"Hahaha!"

"What else can this game do?"

Although they were surrounded by a dilemma, the players guarding here were not at all nervous.

Since the bombers helped them deal with the snipers in the distance, it meant that the command center had noticed their situation.

More support is on the way.

They just had to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

The brief rest was broken by a gunshot.

During the street fighting, the two sides resumed the exchange of fire, and the flashing tracers and narrow streets were shuttled wantonly.

Those green-skinned beasts were not really stupid after all. They managed to paralyze a fire-breathing iron box, so naturally they were not willing to let this guy go easily.

A hundred-man team that had been routed from other fronts was almost pulled here, and a group of growling mutants pounced on it.

As long as they can open a gap in the alliance's offensive, they can save this line of defense that is on the verge of collapse.

However, what was standing in front of them at this moment was not only a broken down Chimera, but also an expanded Centurion Corps of Death Corps.

Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as that of other corps, and their sequence levels are not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

And he is also a master of street fighting!

Each of them had a spray gun or a submachine gun, and some had a bolt-action rifle with a bayonet inserted, and they fought hand-to-hand with the mutant soldiers in the alley.

The mutant wielding a mallet had just smashed the skull of an unlucky guy, but before he could taste what it was like, his skull was opened by a guy holding a shotgun.

Another player struggled with the mutant and simply detonated his explosives, and the two of them instantly turned into a rain of blood.

Even a mutant who lives a barbaric life of eating and drinking blood can't help but show a hint of panic in front of this barbaric fighting method.

These people are crazy!

The alley more than ten meters long was filled with broken limbs and corpses. The sticky blood and viscera turned the place into a dark swamp, and the gunshots showed no sign of stopping.

Just when the battle between the two sides was entering a fever pitch, a rapid and compact sound of artillery suddenly came from the other side of the street.

“Bang bang bang—!”

Thick and long bolts of lightning rushed towards the mutant who rushed out of the alley, and the knotted muscles instantly exploded into fragments and pieces of blood.

"Roar--!"

A mutant with red eyes roared and threw a ignited explosive pack in his hand towards the broken down armored vehicle.

The bulging explosive bag was the size of a school bag, and the outside was coated with black tar, which could stick to the surface of the armor.

"Fuck!"

Shuke, who was driving the plane, swore when he saw this. Without saying a word, he threw away his machine gun and rushed forward. He threw the explosive pack on the armor surface and threw it to the ground.

Almost as soon as he fell down, the flames of the explosion tore his whole body into pieces, and the armor of the armored vehicle made a clanging sound.

If it were to detonate against the armored surface, 80% of even a tank would be destroyed, let alone a thin-skinned armored vehicle.

The mutant's eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. He obviously didn't expect that in just three seconds, the iron box, which was almost certain to die, would be saved.

But there was no time for him to be surprised.

Just when the explosive package exploded, a shuttle of armor-piercing incendiary bombs had already swept over it, instantly turning it into a puddle of minced meat.

"Shuke!!!"

Seeing Shuke being blown up to pieces, Shrimp Pig Heart let out a howl of grief and indignation, rushed to the alley entrance with an assault rifle and fired at him suddenly, but he was regretfully swept away.

When the mutants saw another armored vehicle coming towards them, they understood that they had lost their last chance.

The leading mutant howled first, and the minions lying behind the bunker opened fire. Cursing harsh words, the minions left the bunker and retreated.

Except for a few red-eyed guys who fought furiously, most of the green-skinned beasts retreated towards the southern defense line.

Seeing that the mutants began to retreat, the canyon escaping mole stepped on the driver and asked the brother to drive his car in front of the broken down Chimera, chasing the group of retreating mutant soldiers and sweeping two shuttles.

The hatch at the back of the car opened outwards, and the Elf King Fugui and Irena jumped out, dispersed to the bunkers on both sides of the armored vehicle and set up their guns.

One of the players, who knew how to repair cars, carried a toolbox and quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored vehicle.

After removing the body of the engineer whose head had been exploded, he used tools to open the hood and immediately started working with a wrench and screwdriver.

Leaning out half of his body from the turret, Mole looked up at the bombed area and clicked his tongue.

Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.

"How's it going? Can it be fixed?"

The player who was busy responded without looking back.

"There's a hole in the engine casing... I'll give it a try. It should be fine to move, but the efficiency may have to be cut in half."

"Then I'll leave this place to you. Just drive back to the base if you can."

"OK!"

The player repairing the car raised the wrench in his hand and responded. The mole was about to retract into the armored car when the dead soldier came over with a rifle in his arms.

Before he could speak, Elf King Fugui opened his eyes wide as if seeing a precious animal, and said with a playful smile.

"Hey, Big Eyes?! Why are you here?"

Not hearing the underlying meaning, the debtor smiled with big eyes and said boastfully.

"Tch, I came here four days ago, okay?"

Irena looked back with a funny look on her face.

"I thought you lost contact."

"Get out of here, you've lost contact! Your whole family has lost contact!"

After understanding the guy's expression for a moment, the debtor rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole who was sitting on the turret to watch the excitement and shouted.

"Brother, we have taken on a new mission here, and we don't have enough manpower left. Can you help me when you have time?"

Thinking that Chicken Brother might not be able to catch up with him, and he was just completely crazy and having fun at the moment, Mole looked at him with interest and asked.

"What mission?"

"Support the Burning Legion brothers."

"Those monsters still need support?"

"That's the mission briefing. They encountered some trouble in the bombing area... They can't be contacted at the moment. The command team speculates that it is probably someone from the Torch Church."

It seems that I am extremely lonely.

The Mole touched his chin.

"Is communication blocked?"

Debt-eyed: "Probably."

"Ting, let me get a few people over here."

With his index finger tapping his ear, Mole calmly ordered while looking at the map on the VM.

"Attention groups 2 and 4, there is a new mission, please go to the map point to gather immediately. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area and activate a backup contact plan!"

The so-called backup communication plan is to keep an infantryman offline at all times to serve as a human radio station and use group chat to exchange frontline intelligence.

Two neat replies came quickly from the communication channel.

"receive!"

After hanging up the communication, Mole didn't hesitate at all. He gave Big Eyes a follow-up gesture and shouted to the brothers on the street.

"You guys stay here for a while. My brothers from the Death Corps and I will go have a look and come back."

Holding his rifle and staring at the empty street ahead, Elf King Fugui turned his back to the Chimera armored vehicle behind him and shouted.

"Ook!"

…

at the same time.

In the urban area 600 meters from the westernmost side of the front line, the streets that had been visited by bombers were in a mess, with black craters and cracked walls everywhere, and a few clusters of unextinguished flames swaying on the twisted steel bars and concrete.

Several bloody corpses were stuck on the ground. Judging from their appearance, they should be alien species wandering in this neighborhood. They were caught in the explosion just now, and only these little things were left.

Very few organisms were able to survive being exposed outside the bunker.

After breaking open the broken metal door panel, the tapir walked out of the ruins with black lines on his head. He took a greedy breath of fresh air, but was choked by the more pungent smell of gunpowder and coughed twice violently. .

"Mom, that bastard!"

Fortunately, he had reacted quickly enough and his partner quickly evacuated to the stairwell with a strong structure, otherwise almost everyone would have been killed.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to scold the old man, only half-speak, and run away while he was patronizing.

General, it is no longer safe here. We must retreat to a safe area first...

The moment he stepped on the street with his right foot, a warning sign suddenly came to his mind. He rolled over reflexively and hid behind the concrete debris on the side of the road.

Just a few seconds after he hid behind the concrete debris, an arrow hit the spot where he had been standing.

Seeing the arrow, Qian Tapir glanced at the corner of his mouth with disdain, but the mocking expression instantly froze on his face before it stayed for 0.5 seconds.

He vaguely caught a glimpse of a faint red light from the corner of his eye!

"Grass--"

There was no time to dodge, he only heard a click, and the arrow instantly exploded into a ball of fire, and the raging shock wave carried steel balls and shot them around.

The surging air waves hit the breastplate, and the tapir felt his internal organs trembling after receiving a solid blow.

Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he still suffered some minor injuries.

Without enough time to deal with the wound scratched by the fragments, he pulled out the smoke bomb and threw it at his feet, then staggered to another safer bunker.

Clicking on the helmet's communication button, he roared in the communication channel.

"Tang He! Find me that archery guy! Tang He?"

There was no response on the comm channel.

Qiantair's face froze, and he immediately realized that it was Arzu who had done the bad thing, and he immediately cursed.

"The dog is an old thing..."

That guy is probably planning to "let the dog out".

Those guys with underdeveloped cerebellums can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and can only randomly pick up moving objects and stuff them into their mouths.

He needs to get out of here as soon as possible!

On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, Fang Chang's face showed a hint of surprise, but it was just surprise.

Want to run?

"Haha, look where you're going!"

At the same time after the bombing, he and Lao Bai, a total of twenty players, arrived in the area by helicopter and started searching.

Now that he has discovered the location of the target, it is impossible for him to let this guy run away.

"Lao Bai... the person is right in front of me. He is confirmed to be an apostle of the Torch Church. The location has been marked on the map, Lao Bai?"

There was only the sound of rustling electricity in the communication channel.

Fang Chang looked slightly solemn.

Communication blocking?

"day!"

Cursing secretly, he took out another exploding arrow and put it on the bowstring of the Dawn Compound Bow. He lowered his body and pressed down on the target while he was hiding in the bunker.

Teammates nearby should have heard the sound of the firefight and are coming to this area.

He had to hurry up before the apostle escaped.

Hold that guy down!

However, at this moment, a deafening roar penetrated the fog, and gunshots were heard on the street not far away.

Fang Chang stopped involuntarily, looked over there suddenly, and then his pupils shrank to a point.

I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street. His right arm was a tentacle as thick as a python, and his left arm was a big hand made of steel.

The pieces of flesh on its body were like worms, twisting and swelling unconsciously, stirring up strange power in the gray-green mist.

Wielding two iron pots with big fists and a murderous dagger, he punched it hard in the chest, and the exhaust pipe on the shoulder blades also sprayed out nitrogen gas tail flames.

However, this destructive power, which could overwhelm an armored vehicle, only caused ripples on the mountain of flesh made of maggots.

The fat giant let out a dull cry, but didn't take a step back.

Faintly, Fang Chang heard Brother Shadeng's strange words.

"What the hell?! What the hell is this-"

Before he could finish his words, a tentacle as fast as lightning struck his chest, sending him flying like a baseball, and he fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

Fang Chang stared at the monster intently and couldn't help but swallow.

"'Butcher'……?"

No--

This thing is even more curious than the fruiting body of Qingquan's mutant slime mold!

Not only has its size increased several times, but its destructive power has obviously also increased by more than one order of magnitude! It is somewhat similar to the evolved body in the previous wave.

Seeing the mountain of flesh moving towards Brother Shadagger, Fang Chang knew that he could not wait any longer and shot an arrow towards the monster's face without hesitation.

The explosive fire exploded in front of the monster's door, blowing its head into four quarters and flying out.

Fang Chang was slightly startled when he saw this.

His explosive arrow only has a few dozen grams of explosive charge, which is probably a little more than an ordinary fragmentation grenade.

When did you become so awesome?

Just as he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.

I saw that the monster with its head blown off looked like a normal person, its huge body not even shaking.

Then, as if controlled by some autonomous consciousness, the squirming lumps of meat swarmed onto the shoulders of the mountain of meat like crawling earthworms.

In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew again on the empty shoulder. And if you look closely at the blown-up remains, you can see that they are not skull fragments at all, but maggot-like pieces of flesh.

Some of them were blown to pieces, but many more were still alive.

After being left behind, they stubbornly twisted their damaged bodies and climbed towards the mountain of flesh, as if they wanted to become a part of that body again.

Seeing this incredible scene, Fang Chang's eyes widened.

What kind of outrageous black technology is this? !

And where did this guy come from? !

What made his scalp numb the most was not this——

Those empty eyes looked towards him.

Although there was a distance of tens of meters, and even though there was a layer of gray-green mist, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully taken away the hatred of the BOSS.

The waves seemed to be wriggling and the tentacles were like seaweed floating in the water, but he had seen how fast that thing moved.

I took a beating with the killing dagger and I still haven’t gotten up yet!

"Is this another BOSS battle..."

Fang Chang's eyes gradually lit up with fighting spirit. He took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver and placed it on the string of the mechanical compound bow.

It is a burning arrow that contains concentrated solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene, and can easily create a fire field several meters wide on the ground.

Since the explosion doesn’t matter——

Then use fire!

…

In a building several hundred meters away from the bombing zone, Arzu stood in a different place and stared at the bustling city with an expressionless face, and a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect to be able to stop the alliance's most elite troops with a mere servant, without even thinking that those guys were members of the Burning Legion.

However, it was more than enough to create some chaos and help the idiot from the Tribunal escape.

Although he didn't like those two fools who failed to achieve anything but failed, if they didn't die under the bombing but were caught alive, it would be a problem for him after all.

I hope they can learn a little lesson from this defeat and temper their exuberant self-confidence a little.

Their enemies are not easy to deal with, they are completely different from those stupid natives.

That Vault No. 404, which even he had never heard of, might be more dangerous than companies and colleges.

The idiots in the Tribunal should have understood this truth a while ago.

At this time, footsteps came from behind him.

An old man with a stooped body and wrinkles on his face walked behind him and stopped.

The old man's skin was dark green, and he was wearing a ceremonial robe with a strange pattern.

You can tell by his appearance that he is a mutant.

However, just by looking at his appearance, no one could guess how long he lived.

Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed softly, lowered his eyebrows slightly and said.

"The Alliance's people are endless for some reason, and our tribe has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we may lose this war."

Arzu looked back at the aging mutant, stared into the cloudy eyes, and suddenly spoke.

"Gomo."

"What's up."

"Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City?"

There was a hint of confusion in that voice.

Gomo frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and spoke softly.

"I've never dreamed of it."

"Then please advise your child for me."

Arzu withdrew his gaze from his face, continued to look at the dense fog shrouding the city in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued.

"Let him hold on a little longer."

"Soon, the Holy Son will give him power comparable to that of the gods."