This Game Is Too Realistic

The sun sank into the bottom of the sea, and the night at the circular island port was peaceful. However, the French fries port two sea miles away was very lively.

Fires flickered in the forest, explosions and gunshots came one after another. The communication channel was filled with noisy shouts, accompanied from time to time by the roars and cries of alien species.

The remote-controlled weapon station on the top of the "Husky" tracked vehicle continued to fire, pouring 20mm-caliber warheads towards the dark jungle. The grenade launcher hanging on the side made a banging sound from time to time, exploding in the jungle. Fire mixed with smoke.

What was under siege was the convoy of the scientific expedition team that was conducting an in-depth inspection of the ruins in Shilong City.

They arrived at the ruins of a signal receiving station half an hour ago, preparing to collect the coordinates and identification codes of astronomical observation satellites stored in the local server hard drive.

If you can reconnect to the satellite, you can try to collect the access records and historical IP stored in the satellite memory, and then light up a large number of high-value targets on the map that are worthy of exploration.

For the excavation work of the entire city's ruins, this signal receiving station is equivalent to the key to the first door of the maze.

However, what no one expected was that when the advance team of the Jungle Corps entered the signal receiving station, what was waiting for them turned out to be a huge nest of mutant ants!

In fact, when they saw the one-meter-diameter passage, everyone had an unpleasant premonition in their hearts. When they entered the database, that unpleasant premonition soon became a reality.

Dark green mutated aphids filled the entire passage with almost no room to stay. The mutated ants here have transformed the pasture for breeding aphids!

A mutated soldier ant that was as high as his knees quickly discovered them, and the two sides started a fierce fight in the narrow passage.

Three players risked their lives and rushed into the database filled with slimy bugs. Following the instructions in the exoskeleton helmet's eyepiece, they dismantled the chassis covered in material and tore off the motherboard with the hard drive inserted.

Of the ten players who entered the ruins first, only five were alive, and one of the remaining four lost an arm.

The tribe's pasture was destroyed. The angry ant colony surged out of the ant nest like a black wave and rushed towards the people near the tracked vehicle.

These bugs are much stronger than the little guys in Vault 100.

Especially the soldier ants in the colony.

Not only do they have thick and sharp jaws like sickles, but they also have the power to survive being shot several times, and the power to bite off tree trunks with one bite.

Under the order of the queen ant, they stepped on the corpses of fallen humans and rushed towards the tracked vehicle one after another.

Even if the alliance's firepower is fierce enough, the number of these guys is too exaggerated, and seems to be endless.

"MMP! This is much stronger than the green belt of Jinchuan Province!" His ears were buzzing from the continuous sound of gunfire. The model worker tightened his nerves and suppressed the light machine gun that continued to fire. The voice shouted loudly.

"Reload! Cover me!" Pressing down the hot and red barrel of the gun, the Pi City paratrooper on the side knocked off the empty drum, took a new one from his back and hastily inserted it into his weapon.

At this time, an RPG dragging smoke shot out from above his head, and the falling sparks and thick smoke obscured his face.

"Sun! What the hell are you-" Before he could finish his words while coughing, the rocket hit the tree trunk only twenty meters away from him.

The instantaneous explosion of thermobaric bombs opened up a cloud of fire and smoke, shaking the surrounding trees. A dozen mutated ants seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, screaming and being pressed by the hot air waves. fell to the ground.

Everyone got a moment to breathe, but before they could rest for a while, the tidal swarm of ants came up again.

"There are too many of them!" A player shouted loudly in the communication channel with his index finger on his helmet.

Just when everyone could no longer hold on, the long-awaited retreat order finally appeared in the communication channel.

"...The hard disk has been collected, and each group will retreat according to the planned route!"

"receive!"

The model worker holding the machine gun folded up its stand, stepped clumsily through the fluffy grass and branches, and retreated towards the tracked vehicle.

Several people took turns firing at the ant colony, retreating and fighting in groups of three, and finally retreated to the vicinity of the "Husky" tracked vehicle.

The tall vehicle like a bulldozer had turned around and retreated towards Fang Yan from where it came with the fire support provided by four ten-man teams.

Looking at the wreckage scattered on the ground, a player had a reluctant expression on his face and reached out to grab some materials to ask for help. In the end, his arm was almost bitten off by the mutated ant that was still alive.

When the team leader who was standing by saw this, he sent the dying ant away with a shuttle, and then pulled the unlucky guy back from the edge of death.

"You're so desperate!" Looking at the idiot holding a mutated ant corpse in his hands, the captain couldn't help but cursed, "How long have you been touching the corpse!"

The player chuckled and touched his helmet.

"Don't I want to take a crocodile to study..."

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, the captain pushed the guy's shoulder towards Fang Yan in the tracked vehicle and shouted.

"Hurry up! Put it in the car, it's time to get rid of it!"

The Alliance has no aircraft deployed in this area and cannot provide air support. However, fortunately, the brothers of the Burning Corps built a temporary artillery position near the camp. This time, the support weapons transported from Dawn City included 155mm artillery.

Borrowing the radio from the tracked vehicle, Midnight Killing Chicken quickly made contact with the friendly forces in the rear and reported the situation here.

"This is the jungle corps. We are besieged by a dense ant colony. The coordinates are 1091 and 1222...requesting extended fire support from Qinbei!"

There was a rustling sound of electricity coming from the earphones, and a reply from the friendly forces came quickly.

"Roger! The 155th artillery position is in place, give us a minute!"

"Hurry up!!"

Yelling at the communication channel, Midnight Killer hung up the communication and then swung the chain saw welded to the prosthetic left arm and slashed at the mutated ant that rushed to the side.

With a squeaking and scraping sound, the carapace covered in ginger-yellow mucus was scattered in all directions under the heavy blow of the chain saw. A mutated soldier ant that was half a man tall was cut into two pieces from the middle!

The movements of his hands did not stop. Looking at the mutated soldier ants biting up from the side, Midnight Killer raised the barrel of the bolt gun welded to his right arm and fired a spray.

Thick and long tongues of flame flickered, and the 19mm bullets hit the mutant soldier ant's forehead firmly, shooting the huge head and mouthparts through the sieve.

Standing in the ant colony, he was like a killing god, and his attacks had taken down countless "heads".

Looking at the teams that were already engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the alien species, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hold on! Fire support is coming soon!"

Encouraged by the roar, the tough men of the Jungle Corps burst out with the same momentum as they had in killing the mutants. They pulled out the engineering shovels and logging axes hanging on the exoskeletons, and started a hand-to-hand fight with the mutant soldier ants that rushed nearby. .

A power player threw the broken logging ax aside, picked up the cobblestones on the ground, and used brute force to smash the mutated soldier ants riding on him into pieces.

There was also a newbie who had just joined the group who was even more fierce. After his legs were cut off by the mutated ant's mouthparts, he picked up half of the calf that had fallen to the ground with the flesh attached, and beat him hard hard.㳓㳓 smashed half of the head of a half-human tall ant.

The battle finally entered the melee phase that the Jungle Corps is best at.

Under the stimulation of the blood, everyone's eyes turned red.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell which side was human and which was beast.

"Crazy! Totally crazy!"

The model worker screamed, then threw away the machine gun with the empty magazine, picked up the firewood and rushed forward, chopping it up like meat.

In just one minute, the total casualties of the fifty-man team were close to three!

Although the ant colony also suffered heavy losses, these guys are bugs who don't know what death is after all, and the word "retreat" does not exist in the dictionary.

Just when everyone's situation was in danger, the artillery bombardment called a minute ago finally arrived on the battlefield.

Almost on time.

Flashes of fire flew into the sky amidst thunderous roars, and a moment later they hit the dense forest in front of the jungle corps like raindrops.

The bursts of bursting fire and thick smoke were like piranha blooming in the rainforest. The mutated ants with claws and fangs fell instantly like pieces of wheat, and were torn apart in the explosive fragments and hot air waves. broken into pieces.

The first round of bombardment was just a prelude.

Before the mutated ants could recover from the explosion, the second round of shelling followed.

The roaring artillery fire extended for a full five meters towards the north, blasting the entire rainforest into a mess. Broken branches and canes were everywhere on the ground, and black mud rolled from the ground to the tree crowns.

"Woohoo!"

"Well done!"

After getting rid of a few mutated ants that managed to survive, everyone put away their mucus-stained logging axes and gun barrels that were red with heat, and cheered after the disaster.

The scientific researchers on the crawler vehicle also breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for Meng Liang, who had followed Chu Guang on the battlefield, this was the first time for most of the people here to be so close to the front line.

Listening to the bullet casings falling on the roof of the car, many people's hearts were in their throats.

After wiping the sweat from his face, Meng Liang pretended to be relaxed and looked at his subordinates on the side. The researchers managed a comforting smile.

"See, I told you...it's actually not that scary." As he said this, he shook his legs to hide the softness of his calves.

Everyone looked at Brother Meng with admiration in their eyes, and secretly said in their hearts that he is indeed someone who has seen the world with the manager.

But they don't know it.

Although this man did follow the administrator to the front line, the so-called front line was only limited to the bridge of the airship.

This was the first time he had seen warheads flying around like this.

It's not normal to not panic.

The fighting outside is over.

The mutant ant colony suffered heavy damage under the bombardment of 155 artillery pieces and has completely died out.

In this night-filled rainforest, the ground was filled with mutated ants that were missing arms and legs and could not stand up. Their few remaining legs were flapping in the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

As if realizing that it was impossible to chase the prey, some mutant worker ants with slightly smaller mouthparts began to pour out of the nest, dragging the injured mutant soldier ants into the nest.

But at this time, they seemed to be the meat and potatoes in the eyes of other predators in the forest. Many aliens who smelled the fragrance of food sensed the opportunity to have a feast and were already looking here eagerly.

Obviously, the bloodthirsty and cruelty of this rainforest are not just for outsiders. The cold laws of the jungle equally care for every soul who sets foot on this land.

For the mutated ant tribe entrenched underground at the signal receiving station site, tonight may be particularly long and difficult.

But for those players who accidentally broke into this place, it doesn't matter anymore...

"Damn... I actually survived."

Pushing away the half-body body that was pressing on him, the model worker shook his groggy head and got up from the ground.

Picking up the machine gun that he had thrown away earlier, he limped toward the rear with the support of his teammates, and followed the tracks of the tracked vehicle to leave the battlefield.

After marching two kilometers to the southwest of He, each team counted and reported the casualties.

Counting the unlucky ones who had themselves replenished after being seriously injured, a total of twenty players were killed in the action, and most of the remaining thirty were injured.

This battle can be described as brutal.

But in contrast, the results they achieved are astonishing.

The data stored on the hard drive is basically complete. Now we are just waiting for the scientific expedition team and experts from Camp 101 to decipher the content on the hard drive and then retrieve the data from the satellite tens of thousands of kilometers away.

This doesn't take much time.

When everything is completed, they can walk on the map all the research facilities with data related to that satellite within a radius of tens of kilometers.

…

The night was deep, darkness shrouded the rainforest, and only the scattered campfires in the harbor and the mottled moonlight floating on the waves remained on the silent coastline.

Stepping on the edge of the campfire, the tough men of the Jungle Corps, who had been making noise in the woods all day, walked shoulder to shoulder to the French Fries Port located on the coast.

The exoskeletons were covered with scratches, pits, and the saliva and blood of alien species. There were also several bitten and pitted remains that had been eaten by their owners.

Looking at this group of scarred soldiers and the intact tracked vehicle, the researchers of the scientific expedition team who were sorting out samples at the entrance of the settlement cast their surprised glances, and then their eyes were more or less impressed. A moving light.

Thanks to those respectable people, they can focus on the work they are good at without worrying about death that may come at any time.

Death exists in this wasteland and has never left their side.

It's just that someone has endured it all on their behalf...

Infected by the tragic atmosphere, several researchers standing near the Qiu collection point silently raised their right fists and placed them on their left chests, and performed an alliance military salute towards the slumping figures.

What a respectable bunch of guys!

…

For a time, the only tavern in the port was located on the south side of Fries Port, not far from the beach.

The name of the tavern is quite unique, it is called "One Person Tavern". As the name suggests, there is only one owner from the bar to the kitchen, so sometimes the guests have to pour their own drinks and even wash their glasses in the sink next to it.

However, most of the players didn't care. After all, even if they did, they had no choice. There was only one tavern in the entire settlement.

Even if it's a convertible.

The name of the boss here is [Zuiwoxiaoyiren]. He is a live professional player who got a helmet in B-test. His specialty is deep-fried fish and chips.

㳎His own opinion is that these two dishes can be made with hands, or even without hands. It is more suitable for handicapped players like him who have about 0 cooking skills.

As for the taste...

You’ve come here to drink, why bother about the taste?

Drunk people only struggle with disconnection. As for the taste of the food in their mouth, they actually don't care much.

A group of players were sitting on the edge of the beach, drinking beer and eating fish and chips, while sharing the information obtained from Qiantian's adventure.

"Damn, there's a group of mutated lizards living in the northwest highlands. At first glance, I thought they were dinosaurs! Thanks to my senses, I discovered them first, and I almost overturned my plane ticket without making any money!"

"Did you take that exploration mission?"

"Yes! The difficulty of the mission is written as E, and the recommended level is LV10. I believe it is evil!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You are so lucky!"

"I heard that the battle video statue can be re-graded. If it encounters three A-level or one S-level alien statue, it can be re-graded to A. The silver coins and contribution points rewarded by the mission will increase a lot."

"Real or fake? I'll give it a try!"

"It's time to bring Mr. Garbage here. This is his home court."

"That's a good idea. Maybe it can help our trash brother solve the problem."

"Haha! You want to laugh your dad to death."

"Speaking of which, what is that guy busy with recently? Dawn City didn't even look at anyone else."

"That guy is not from Jinchuan Province. He seems to be addicted to being a stickman in Jinchuan Province."

"Good guy."

"It's okay to be a magician."

Everyone was talking in surprise when a group of tough men from the Jungle Corps, who had unloaded their equipment, came over noisily.

They were in a completely different state than when they were in the camp just now. None of these guys looked like they were dead teammates at all. Their faces were full of joy. Instead, they looked like they had just won a close football match. .

When the scientific expedition team releases a mission, 70% of the equipment damage will be reimbursed by the scientific expedition team. If an individual purchases additional insurance for his own equipment, the compensation rate can even reach 90%.

They can let their hands and feet go wild, and in the end, someone will pay for all the consumption.

Mission rewards will be comprehensively calculated based on parameters such as actual difficulty, battle loss-to-gain ratio, and branch completion status.

Encountering an ant colony was an emergency situation outside of intelligence. They took the hard drive with them in case of an accident.

This mission also received an A+ rating. After deducting the loss of equipment and ammunition beyond the reimbursement amount, it is no problem to share a four-digit bonus per person!

"MMP! Today's mission is so exciting!"

"It feels so good, okay!"

“Hopefully come back a few more times!”

"Haha, you feel good, but Brother Guang is in trouble!"

"Don't do it! It's all good as long as it's cool!"

Seeing Lao Bai sitting and drinking with several brothers from the Burning Legion, Midnight Killer stepped forward with a smile and stretched out his fist.

"Old Bai, you can shoot me with this cannon!"

Grinning, Lao Bai raised his fist and touched him.

"That's a must! Those guys who have sex are all professionals."

Pulling a stool and sitting next to it, Midnight Shaji asked you with a smile.

"What about you? How are you doing today?"

Before Lao Bai could say anything, he was sitting at the side with a teacher, and he interrupted with a playful smile.

"It's okay, that's it. Today's tasks are mainly to be a light bulb and accompany Ms. Chen to enjoy the flowers."

Model Worker: "Hahaha, it's okay to be a light bulb!"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. It's a serious sampling mission. After collecting the samples, we will go to Qi."

Facing a pair of joking and gossipy eyes, Lao Bai coughed dryly and continued talking.

"...We also encountered a few waves of attacks on the way, but the intensity was only average. We also brought some game animals, which are being roasted over there."

As he spoke, he pointed to the beach not far away with his chin.

I saw the murderous dagger and several players surrounding the fire with pebbles, and next to it was the mutated cheetah that had just been skinned.

The cheetah was much larger than the one piled on the cargo pile during the day. It was probably some special species that evolved in this rain forest.

Sitting on the stool next to her, Irena swallowed, her eyes filled with desire.

"Good guy, it looks good."

Although the fire has not yet risen, just looking at the raw meat covered with marinade, the French fries and fried fish on the plate no longer smells good...

Seeing the pairs of eyes looking over here, Lao Bai smiled heartily, waved his big hand and said cheerfully.

"If you want to eat, you can help yourself. Bring your own fork and beer!"

Rushing to the bar first, the model worker generously took out a few bills and slapped them on the table.

"Boss, two cases of beer! And... ten plates of French fries!"

"The wine is in the warehouse, help me get it." She was busy frying French fries without raising her head, staring nervously at the contents of the frying pan.

It's like staring at a grenade with the fuse unplugged one by one.

"Fuck! I'll catch you!"

Seeing his perfunctory look, the model worker gave him a strong middle finger, and then ran into the warehouse to move the wine.

I poured myself a glass of lemonade at the bar, and the Pi City paratrooper looked busy, so Brother Yiren said jokingly.

"I said, brother, you should hire some waiters and let the customers serve tea, pour water and wash the dishes. I have never seen you being so disrespectful to the boss."

Yiren looked up and said, dumbfounded.

"You think I don't want to!"

There are not many NPCs in this camp.

As for the players, there is no need to think about it.

These guys can't even afford 600 silver coins for air tickets, so it's obviously impossible for them to come here to do some basic work.

Most of the newbies who are willing to do some hands-on work have not even unlocked the VM, let alone the 600 silver coins for air tickets, and even the level threshold for taking an airship to a new map is not enough!

After working twice, the model worker moved two boxes of beer to the edge of the beach and distributed them to everyone who was waiting for the fire to rise.

Not long after, Murderous Dagger and Kidney Fighter finally lit the fire.

Several tough men from the Jungle Corps stepped forward to help, and placed the mutated cheetah weighing two to three hundred kilograms on a temporary support.

Everyone moved their stools to sit next to the fire, drinking beer while enjoying the sea breeze, while grilling meat and cutting bloody meat.

Smelling the intoxicating aroma of barbecue and watching the fire simmering with oil and browning, Lao Bai couldn't help but narrow his eyes in contentment.

Beach, beer, barbecue...

Surely this is the adventure!

In comparison, life in Dawn City is a bit too comfortable. Although it is quite interesting, whether it is the people or things there, I always feel that there is something missing compared to when the server was launched.

However, after arriving at the French Fries Port, he suddenly realized what the missing thing was.

They set foot on this land as residents of Vault 404, vowing to end the Wasteland and restore civilization.

Now that the wasteland of Qingquan City has ended, the abandoned city that was originally filled with death has become a training ground for newbies to practice operations... There are no missions there that can provide more gaming experience for high-level players like them.

While this is certainly a good thing, I still feel lonely occasionally.

Maybe...

Only living on the road is best for players like them.

I don't know if he was thinking about the same thing. Sitting aside, Elf Wang Fugui looked up at the clear night sky and the brilliant stars, and suddenly said melancholy.

"Speaking of which... if this trend continues, sooner or later all wastelands will end, right? What are you going to do then?"

After taking a bite of crispy and browned beef leg meat, Irena said with a funny look on her face.

"Why are you thinking about love so far away? Besides, isn't there a big pie five light years away?"

The Elf King Fugui looked at him and asked.

"Has the wasteland ended five light years away?"

"Then let's go to a place farther away and have a look!" Looking up at the bright stars in the sky, Lao Na chuckled and said, "I will buy a spaceship and go out for a cruise sometime. Let's see how big the map of this game is. !”

The model worker said jokingly.

"Maybe there will be stickers on them when they fly over."

Irena said with a smile.

"Haha! Maybe it's really possible!"

Everyone was eating and drinking while talking and laughing. The French fries that they ordered half an hour ago were finally served to the table. Yiren clapped her hands and was about to continue frying fish, but everyone was already half full. They sat down and drank together.

The model worker burped, stood up and stretched, and suddenly saw what seemed to be a jet black oil drum on the beach.

To be precise, it is something shaped like an oil drum. It is estimated to be as tall as a person and as long as three or four people lying on it.

"Did something wash up on the shore?"

Hearing [his] voice, everyone looked towards the coastline in unison, and they all saw the weird-looking guy.

Just at this moment, an arc-shaped door opened on the side of the cylinder, and it seemed like a person rolled out of it.

He staggered up from the beach, as if he wanted to leave the edge of the beach. However, before he could stand firmly, a wave half a man high hit him and pushed him down again just as he stood up. on the ground.

Fate seemed to be playing a joke on him.

In addition to him, there was also a mutated sea crab that shook its head and was washed ashore together.

The crab shook its huge crab shell and was about to move around the sea. Suddenly it saw the guy lying on the beach flapping its legs, and it immediately couldn't move the crab legs.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and put down the wine bottle in his hand.

After smelling the taste of the branch line, I was immediately interested in the murderous dagger sitting aside, and without saying anything I put down and ate half of the leg meat.

"I'll help him!"

Ignoring the objections of the old man, he wiped his hands full of oil on his good brother's clothes, then picked up the assault rifle lying beside him and took a few steps forward. He fired two shots on the beach, mutating the one that changed direction. The sea crab took a few steps back.

While the mutated sea crab was dazed for a while, he opened fire to attract its attention and rushed up quickly to drag the unlucky drowned rat from the beach.

A brother of the Jungle Corps skillfully picked up a large (outrageous) bolt gun, put it on his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

The recoil hit his shoulder and shook him, but the 19mm bolt fired from the barrel was unambiguous and hit the sea crab's skull accurately.

Hot metal jets suddenly spurted out from the back of the beast's head, and the guy threw himself on the beach without saying a word.

"The goods are in stock, brothers! Let's grill crabs soon!" The player chuckled, shook his shoulder that was about to be dislocated by the shock, picked up a fishing net and ran up.

At the same time, the man whose whole body was soaked by the sea water was also carried up with the murderous dagger on his shoulders. As soon as the latter let go, he fell to the ground paralyzed with no strength left.

"Hey, slow down."

"Thank you... thank you..."

The man who was paralyzed on the ground looked thin and had blue lips. He was curled up on the ground, shivering and repeating words of thanks, regardless of what other people said.

His hair was wetted by the sea water and stuck to his forehead. He was breathing heavily with a frightened expression on his face. He looked embarrassed as if he had encountered something terrible.

Facing the confused gazes of everyone, he seemed invisible, his cloudy pupils darting around, finally settling on the oily piece of barbecue on the fire.

His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, as if he was swallowing the little saliva he had left, and his desperate eyes were gradually filled with a desire for food.

Lao Bai knelt down in front of him and handed him a piece of fried steamed bun and a cup of hot lemonade.

"Eat something to cushion your stomach first."

The man nodded desperately, then grabbed the steamed bun in his hand, forgot about the promise he had just made, and started to eat it hungrily.

After he finished chewing the steamed bun and swallowed it with water, Lao Bai looked into his eyes and asked.

"I'm Lao Bai, what about you? What's your name?"

The man gasped and said tremblingly.

"Huang...Huang Guangwei."

Lao Bai continued to ask.

"Where are you from?"

For a moment, the man looked at Lao Bai alertly, then quickly glanced around, closed his mouth tightly, and did not finish a single word.

Seeing the alertness in the man's eyes, Lao Bai smiled lightly and continued speaking in a relaxed tone.

"Don't be afraid, we are from the Alliance. If you haven't heard of the Alliance... maybe you have heard of Vault 404."

With that said, he turned on the VM and clicked twice to activate the screen.

Seeing the light blue startup screen appear on the VM, the man looked relieved, and most of the wariness in his eyes was gone.

Seeing his reaction, Lao Bai already made a guess in his mind. He took out the earphones he carried with him and hung them on his ears. He pressed his index finger and said, "Hey."

"Fang Chang, come to the one-person tavern. There is an NPC who may be from Vault 70."

After waiting for a moment, Fang Chang's voice came quickly.

"Right away."

Just as Lao Bai expected, the soulless guy in front of him slowly spoke.

"I... come from Vault 70..."

After saying that, he grabbed Lao Bai's arm and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Help me... please, for the sake of us all being residents of the shelter!"