This Game Is Too Realistic

Boiling murderous intent filled the entire forest.

But at this moment, the armored thousand-man team, surrounded by billowing smoke and dust, was completely unaware of it.

The aviation team at Saifan Port has surveyed the entire area ahead, and the only thing blocking the defense line several kilometers away is a few anti-tank artillery deployed in artillery pits.

In addition, there are some suspected foxhole targets and hidden areas where stragglers may be lurking.

In the face of the "Conquest No. 10", which can carry one kilogram of aerial bombs for dive bombing, these intimidating-looking gadgets are nothing more than toothpicks. At most, they can break off their tracks.

Considering that the Alliance may have taught this group of guerrillas the "drone crotch drilling tactics", they have already referred to the experience of the Eastern Legion and installed chains on the front and rear of the vehicle body to block drones.

Once that kind of quad-rotor aircraft gets close, the propellers will get mixed up with the iron chains and lose power.

No one in the Wilantes doubted that when their tanks drove in front of the group of Bornos, the indestructible tracks would run over the stunned faces.

This will be a battle without any suspense!

On the advancing "Greyhound" wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, Captain Nickles of the reconnaissance team was adjusting the magnification of the observation mirror, comparing it with the map with marked points and symbols in his hand, and staring intently at the suspicious thing ahead. Artillery pit target.

The "rats" hiding in the holes had apparently noticed the dust raised by the tires in the distance and were eager to get out of the holes.

He turned on the weapon safety and shouted into the communicator while maintaining alertness.

"...2.5 kilometers ahead, the enemy's towed artillery is being loaded! One or three of them have been found so far!"

A reply came quickly from the communication channel.

"receive!"

Niklos took a deep breath, moved his eyes from the sight glass to the shooting window, put his index finger on the trigger, and stared at the three cannons being loaded, but he did not fire first.

This distance is a bit far for the 20mm gun of wheeled armor.

Although the "Greyhound" is equipped with a vertical stabilizer, it does not mean that they are completely immune to the impact of bumpy road conditions.

If you want to hit the target, you can only stop and fire.

However, this would not be worth the gain for them, whose advantage lies in mobility.

Nickles made a quick judgment and planned to teach the half-baked guerrillas a lesson only after he got close to one kilometer.

Compared to Niklos' caution, the top soldiers under his command were much more reckless.

They had already seen the level of the Borneo guerrillas in the previous battle.

Those guys can pull off an ambush and an encounter, which is no different from killing someone.

The death of their teammates did not make them vigilant, but instead ignited the anger and murderous intent in their hearts.

They couldn't wait to avenge the two brothers who died!

"Two kilometers left!"

"Sir! They seem to be reloading! Requesting fire!"

"Refus, wait for the order to fire! Fight again when you get close!"

"yes!"

"Haha, these rats don't really think that thing is harmful to us, do they?"

Listening to the teasing in the communication channel, Nickles scolded in a low voice.

"Don't be too careless! That thing is probably 155mm. Although it cannot penetrate the Conqueror, it is still enough to penetrate us."

There was a circle of grass stuck on the barrel of the opponent's gun, and it was unclear what kind of gun it was.

Maybe 155mm, maybe their 100mm.

No matter what kind of artillery it is, even if it cannot penetrate a tank, it will still have no problem penetrating a reconnaissance vehicle with an equivalent armor of less than 20 mm.

He had already damaged a reconnaissance vehicle, and he didn't want to embarrass Commander Renekton again.

Regarding Nickles' caution, another observer and commander named Jimmy just teased him.

"Then it has to be a hit, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of deafening cannon sounds suddenly came from the distance.

It was not just three cannons, but at least a dozen, and there were even a few... mortars mixed in among them?

"Damn-!"

"They opened fire!"

There was a noisy roar in the communication channel, and the reconnaissance vehicles quickly changed the direction of the speeding car.

Although he said he was not afraid, seeing the shells coming was another matter. A group of young men screamed and screamed.

Nickles looked stunned, wondering if he had heard wrongly, why even the sound of mortars was mixed in, but he saw the messy shells flying over one after another.

He shouted immediately without hesitation.

"Prepare to take cover!"

"receive!"

The driver sitting in front of him didn't panic at all. He lightly hit the lower pan and easily avoided the cannonball that was flying slowly across the distance.

In fact, there is no avoidance at all.

It was impossible to hit at this distance, and the shells did not come towards them at all. Some landed in front of them and many landed in the tracks left by their tires.

"Boom——!"

Thick smoke from the explosion rose into the sky, and a wall of milky white smoke spread with it.

Nickles, who turned his head to look at the small window behind the turret, was suddenly startled and reacted immediately.

"It's a smoke bomb!"

No--

Not just a smoke bomb!

The communication channel was out of response, and Nickles soon discovered to his horror that his car radio was malfunctioning!

"Damn it! It's an electromagnetic interference bomb!"

The sound of artillery fire in the distance continued and became more and more intensive. One after another cannonballs fell on the open plain, as if they were trying to cover the entire plain with smoke.

This is a plain.

Their deception won't last long!

Looking at the intermittent signals, a drop of sweat broke out on Nickles' forehead, comforting himself in his heart.

However, just as he was about to break out of the smoke screen blocking the signal, the bumpy car body suddenly stopped violently, as if it had hit a field ridge!

With a groan, it hit the turret, and Nickles' forehead was almost bloody.

The body leans forward obviously!

Holding on to the sloping armrest, he cursed through gritted teeth and yelled at the driver in the driving seat.

"What are you doing!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could while roaring in fright and anger.

"The visibility here is so bad! Damn it! Our tires are stuck on something!"

"its stuck?!"

The expressions of Nickles and the other signal soldier changed instantly.

Stopping in such a ghost place, Jian Yan is no different from a living target!

The only good thing is that the enemy's artillery is still firing smoke bombs.

Although the wall of smoke blocking the sky and sun blocked their communication and vision, it also protected them in turn.

Nickles pushed the communications soldier behind him and shouted in an urging manner.

"Get out of the car and take a look!"

"yes!"

Although the communications soldier looked horrified, he also knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he could only grab the PU-9 submachine gun in his hand, gritted his teeth and got out of the car door.

The moment he opened the car door, a deafening explosion came from not far away, accompanied by the crackling sound of firecrackers.

That was the sound of the ammunition rack exploding!

At the same time, there was also the "chunk" sound of the 20mm gun.

As if because of witnessing the tragic situation of the friendly forces, a reconnaissance vehicle opened fire as if frightened, and the tracers flew in an orderly manner in the thick white smoke.

A stray bullet flew out after grazing Nickles' car, creating a string of sparks "duang" on the solid car shell.

The communications soldier who had just gotten out of the car was startled and fell to the ground in a hurry.

"Are you crazy! Cease fire!"

Niklos was also frightened. He grabbed the communicator and roared, but there was no trace of it.

There is no point in firing in this situation. Not only will your position be exposed, but you may also injure friendly forces.

But just then, Nickles suddenly discovered that it wasn't just his own crew that was incapacitated.

All nine vehicles of the entire reconnaissance team have lost their mobility!

His expression changed completely.

If the smoke clears, they will all be like living targets and can only be harvested by artillery in the distance.

"What the hell is going on!"

Nickles, whose sanity was gradually crumbling, shouted loudly toward the door of the car. At the same time, he grabbed the submachine gun hanging under the turret and was ready to abandon the car.

The communications soldier struggled to get up from the mud, with a desperate expression on his face, and shouted towards the open car door.

"It's a hidden pit! They dug a trench and put grass on it! Our tires got stuck in it!"

This trench is not an ordinary trench, but the kind that is high in front and low in back.

If only the tires were stuck, they could climb out, but due to the height difference between the front and rear, their chassis hung on the ditch wall, and the front and rear wheels were equivalent to being held up.

Nicholls was stunned.

Trench? !

On the plains? !

How did these guys do it under their noses? !

No--

In fact, it is not impossible.

Just dig a tunnel underground first, then remove the top and replace it with a covering such as licorice.

There are farmland everywhere here, connected near the field ridges. With a little camouflage, the plane cannot detect it at all.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the expression on Nickles's face gradually changed from stiff to frightened.

He suddenly remembered the hateful faces hidden in the woods before, as well as the soldiers who would rather die than surrender.

Only then did he remember that the number of those people was one hundred thousand, and behind those one hundred thousand there were hundreds of millions of people...

Without realizing it, they had fallen into a bottomless quagmire!

Countless foxholes were covered with wooden planks and haystacks, and thin faces with protruding frontal bones crawled out from under the holes.

They are short in stature and thin in body, but their eyes are as fierce as hyenas.

The weapons in their hands are all kinds of.

There were open-barreled rifles, Alliance LD-47s, and some people were holding on to a crudely made bench.

Upon discovering this group of crawling soldiers, the crew of the Velanter vehicle who got off the vehicle immediately took out their submachine guns and fired at them. However, they were quickly overwhelmed by the counterattack firepower.

Even a race born for fighting cannot withstand the endless numbers.

Seeing that they were close enough, the crawling soldiers no longer covered themselves up, got up from the ground one after another, and rushed towards the stagnant reconnaissance vehicles.

A Velantian vehicle crew member had a look of panic on his face and shouted at his comrades behind him.

"Damn it! Their infantry is approaching us! How long will it take for our tanks to drive over!"

He regretted running so fast.

But now it's too late to regret, I can only pray that friendly forces will arrive soon.

"What a dog! Where did these gophers come from?!"

"We need reinforcements! At three o'clock -"

"Cease fire, you damn thing! Do you want to send me away!?"

"Don't cease fire! Those people are coming!"

"How many people are there in this gang?!"

"Ahhh! Go to hell!"

Facing the oppressive and suffocating white mist, Nickles' lips turned slightly white.

Faintly, he heard the bursts of gunfire, as well as the angry curses and exclamations of his comrades.

Traces of light shuttled through the fog, but they couldn't stop the howling roar.

That's at least a thousand people——

"Kill!!!"

…

"Enemy artillery position fires smoke grenades!"

"Let's get in touch with the reconnaissance team!"

The armored 1,000-man team in front of the majestic crowd.

Two pieces of sudden news made Renekton's pupils shrink slightly while sitting in the command car.

Smoke bomb?

It also has signal interference.

What tricks are these natives playing?

"Eight is given to them by the alliance!"

The adjutant's voice came from the communication channel, making Renekton roll his eyes.

"...This is nonsense. Can these natives still build this thing by themselves?"

Staring at the thick fog that was dispersing in the distance, Renekton held the communication device and made the deployment in a calm voice.

"The 100-man team assaults the smoke group from the front. The second and third-man teams cover from the sides, the fourth and fifth-man teams follow up from behind, and the others maintain their original formation... Remember to pay attention to our east side." That woods."

"receive!"

A uniform answer came from the communication channel, and the steel torrent composed of ninety-two tanks also changed its formation for a while!

The tanks on both sides of the formation began to slow down, while the tanks in the middle maintained their speed. The originally arrow-shaped troops gradually extended forward into a large open bowl.

Ninety-two tanks in total!

And most of them are Conqueror No. 10!

As offensive linemen, they will be the indestructible spear in the hands of Captain Ryan!

Renekton stared straight ahead with an interested smile on his face.

He wanted to see what tricks the opponent could use?

"Crush through the 噙!"

Seeing the smoke getting closer and closer in front of him, sitting under the turret, he kicked the driver's seat, and the latter shouted in high spirits.

"yes!"

The distance of several kilometers passed by in an instant, but everything that came into view made Renekton's smile freeze on his face.

Nine "Greyhound" wheeled reconnaissance vehicles broke down on the road, and one of them was burned black, as if its ammunition rack and fuel tank had been blown out.

As for the remaining eight vehicles, the crew members were all dragged out and hung on the carriages and turrets in miserable death conditions.

Some had their stomachs cut open with bayonets, while others were shot to death or burned by fire.

The ground nearby was covered with corpses. Judging from their thin bodies and worn-out equipment, they were all soldiers of the Borneo Kingdom.

Both sides were furious and vented their hatred on each other in the most cruel way.

Staring at the corpses with splitting eyes, Renekton became angry instantly and clenched his teeth tightly, wishing to crush the roots of his teeth.

"These bastards!"

The smoke gradually thinned, and another deafening roar came from the cannon in the distance.

Seeing that the Borneo Army was planning to do the same thing again, Renekton grabbed the communication lens and roared.

"Attention all units, fire freely!"

"Hit them hard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent explosion sounded from the northeast.

That wasn't the sound of tanks firing.

Because as soon as the sound rang out, Renekton saw a firework rising into the sky, and a turret that followed the fireworks into the sky.

That is the "Conqueror No. 10" that they are proud of!

Seeing the crackling flames and half of the car shell with sparks flying, Renekton was completely stunned.

Not only was he stunned, but almost everyone in Weiland was stunned on the spot.

The voice of panic came belatedly from the communication channel.

"...This is the 300th Team! We were attacked by untargeted anti-tank fire! Mom!"

Before the roar could subside, another brilliant flame burst onto the plain.

This time Renekton could see clearly enough, it was a missile flying from the direction of the woods!

He is from the Alliance! !

Without any hesitation, Renekton used all his strength and roared at the communication bottle that was almost crushed.

"The 300th team smokes! The 5th, 7th and 900th teams attack the woods on the east side!"

"Don't be merciful, just crush them for me!"

…

It was too late to turn around and run away. The opponent obviously didn't fire as soon as he saw someone. He must have left himself a sufficient shooting window. Pointing his butt at the enemy would only make him die faster.

What's more, running away with your tail between your legs is not the style of the Southern Legion!

Although Renekton was shocked by the missile that exploded the ammunition rack, he still gave the order to attack and let the armored formations on the advancing side rush forward.

Individual anti-vehicle weapons usually have safety distance limits, and it is safer to approach the limit distance.

The Legion tanks changed direction, and at least thirty tanks ran directly towards the woods, and fired at the woods as they drove.

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed a corner of the forest, knocking down trees as thick as thighs to the ground with a devastating force.

If it were the Borneo Army, more than half of them would have died in this round of shelling!

However, at this moment they are facing the "Blue Gophers" from Vault 404.

And it comes from the most elite Burning Corps!

This is not the first time that the players in this field have faced Legion tanks, and it is impossible for them to stand there and let them shoot targets.

After firing a missile, Lao Bai immediately increased the output rate of the power armor to the maximum, and disappeared before the barrel could move over.

By the time that round of shells covered him, he had already changed places and he had even finished loading the third missile.

A slender line of white smoke came out of the woods, drew a steep zigzag line in the air, and slammed into a Conqueror 10, which was pulling the smoke and fleeing like crazy.

There was no suspense. The escaping tank was like a can being targeted by a can opener, turning into a ball of scrap metal in the boiling flames.

After one hit, Lao Bai did not look back to see the sparks of the explosion. He moved quickly towards the next shooting point, and the observers in the corps had already confirmed the kill for him.

"Direct hit! Well done!"

"Hurry up and lock in the next one."

"receive!"

It wasn't just Lao Bai who carried the missile and launched it, and it wasn't just one "pigeon" that flew out of the forest.

There are five hundred players in the alliance working in pairs, scattered in woods and fields more than ten kilometers wide. One person is responsible for locking and observing, and the other is responsible for loading and firing.

Although the tail flame of the missile will reveal the position of the "shooter", the protective power and mobility of the "Xiaguang" power armor make the Legion tank helpless.

Unless they are hit by an armor-piercing projectile, or a high-explosive projectile explodes at a very close distance, relying solely on the shrapnel generated by the explosion is simply not enough to disable the mobile armored infantry!

On the other hand, the Legion's tanks and missiles looked like paper in front of them.

The successive explosions made the three armored centurions facing them almost desperate.

They had already rushed into the woods that were being shaken by artillery fire, but the situation had not changed at all, and they were still suffering continuous casualties.

"...Damn! They're equipped with power armor!"

"What are those missiles?!"

"They are moving too fast! We need infantry reinforcements!"

Despair was not limited to the Armored Thousand-Man Squadron's side positions, and the pessimism quickly spread to the entire battlefield.

Looking at the burning scrap metal on the northeast side and the flames getting closer and closer, Renekton was frightened, angry, stunned, and fell into complete despair.

How did these guys do it? !

The spaced armor of Conqueror 10 can defend against the metal jets of traditional armor-piercing projectiles, and the protective power of the armor material itself can block all kinetic energy artillery using traditional firing principles!

Not only that, the Conqueror 10 full protection system has the ability to withstand aerial bomb overpressure, and can also resist the threats of poison gas and radioactive materials!

As for the technological strength of the former survivor forces in the early prosperous era, their advantage is almost absolute!

As for the survivor forces with technological strength (early era of prosperity and above), they can rely on their huge scale and unparalleled cohesion to win.

This efficient expansion model has been tried and tested for more than a century and a half.

And this is the source of their confidence!

But this time, they kicked the iron plate.

The alliance is like a barrel of hot molten iron. It relies on common faith to unite the originally conflicting Vault residents and Wastelanders, welding together the technologically advanced survivor forces and the large-scale survivor forces. Zhang iron plate.

The missile's power design and launch system came from Boulder City, the identification, guidance, and micro energy storage technologies came from the South China Sea Alliance, and the most critical "plasma" warhead came from the company's plasma-related technology...

These technologies have been integrated in Camp 101 and completed in the Lipa City Industrial Zone.

The advantage of technical strength is only superficial.

Just like the prosperity in economic, cultural and other fields.

Renekton will never understand until his death how he lost.

What they are facing now is not a certain settlement or a certain survivor force at all.

But all the survivors in the wasteland who have united!

In less than five minutes, all thirty tanks of the lone army deep in the woods were destroyed!

Only a small part of the ammunition rack and fuel tank were directly destroyed, and the power system of another part was destroyed. The crew was forced to abandon the vehicle and surrender.

With the fighting will of the Weiland people, there are many of them who are stubbornly resisting.

Facing the alliance's most elite infantry, the weak resistance did not even raise a splash, and was knocked to the ground by the hail of bullets fired from the woods.

As the flanking positions collapsed, this long-driving "armored spearhead" was like a lame mad bull, losing its balance and sinking into a muddy wilderness.

A total of eighty of the ninety-two tanks were scrapped and were on the way forward.

As for the remaining twelve vehicles, they were scrapped and on the way back.

Looking at the burning piece of steel in the wilderness, Ye Shi, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh my god...this upgraded version of the plasma warhead is too powerful!"

No bragging, no blackmail.

This upgraded version of the "Pigeon" type is at least five times more powerful than the original traditional-charged armor-piercing projectile!

Until now, except for the "No. 60 vehicle-mounted electromagnetic gun" and the crotch-piercing suicide drone, they really had no other way to deal with Legion's Conqueror 10.

Guangfeng, who was squatting next to him, glanced sideways at him.

"Do you think that thing is cheap?"

The technological content of this plasma missile is no less than that of a nuclear bomb.

At least he, a physics professor, couldn't figure out how to integrate those complex devices into a small warhead.

Just like a savage who just learned how to drill wood to make fire and can't figure out how to light a lighter.

To him, this thing is a "primitive lighter", and currently they are still at the stage of researching how to "make high-temperature plasma burning more stable and longer."

Ye Shi didn't think about so many troublesome things, and he didn't even think about it at all, he just said with a smile.

"Whether it's expensive or not, at least it's cheaper than a tank, right?"

"...Maybe, I don't understand this thing very well, you may have to ask Fang Chang."

Kuangfeng glanced at the western sky, watching the dark clouds getting closer and closer, and continued.

"However, the real troubles never come from the ground. I feel that the troubles in the sky will be bigger."

This time the Southern Army launched a total of five airships.

Compared to the torrent of steel on the ground, those floating fortresses in the sky are the real deadly threat.

It is unlikely that the same tactic can be used twice.

Whether it's a gang fight, a phased weapon, or a high-power electromagnetic gun, the Southern Army will definitely be on guard.

But putting aside those long-term concerns, they have indeed won the current blocking battle.

And it’s still a hearty victory!

Whether in a tactical sense or a strategic sense, they have hindered the legion's aggressive attack rhythm and severely dampened the arrogance of the Vaillant people.

At this time, a fixed-wing drone that had exhausted its energy slowly landed near the two of them.

Guangfeng walked up to it, picked it up, folded the wings, and stuffed it into the charging backpack on his back.

"...the Legion's 300,000th team is only ten kilometers away from us. They have discovered that their front teeth have been knocked out. It's time for us to move."

Patting the mud and grass clippings on his trouser legs, Ye Shi stood up from the ground and helped up the small off-road electric donkey that fell to the side, and responded with a smile.

"receive!"

…

With the equipment dropped by the friendly troops, the Burning Corps withdrew from the battlefield in an orderly manner and won a complete victory.

They only lost three powered armors and seven exoskeletons in the entire battle.

These lost equipment may be repaired behind the scenes and maybe still usable, and the brothers who died in battle can take a special flight back to the front line in a week at most, so it's no big deal.

Rounding it all off, they probably had no battle losses, and at most they only spent some valuable ammunition.

On the other hand, the Southern Army was defeated by an entire "heavy armored regiment".

For the Southern Army Corps, which had few armored units, this loss was quite heavy.

When Ryan, who was several kilometers away, learned that Renekton had been killed in battle, he was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood in the command car.

That's his direct descendant!

It was also the most elite armored force he had at his disposal!

Although he didn't actually vomit blood, blood was flowing in his heart.

Clenching his fist tightly, Ryan's facial muscles twisted into a ball, his face filled with anger.

From the time he received the news to the moment he showed up, he didn't say a word, but everything he wanted to say was written on his face.

"...I'm going to kill them!"

Seeing the angry commander, the adjutant and staff sitting opposite him kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to take a breath, but they were filled with rage in their hearts.

Those more than a thousand brothers must not die in vain...

Their enemies will pay a heavy price!