This Game Is Too Realistic

The crackling gunfire exploded in an instant, and the bullets flew like locusts into the convoy, startling all the players standing next to the convoy.

Unexpectedly, the Southern Legion still had two brushes, but they actually gathered an army under their noses!

However, the only thing these guys did was to scare them.

Listening to the clanging sound, I stepped out of the way with clumsy steps and quickly hid behind the off-road vehicle.

When he was sitting in the car just now, his heart was pounding violently. Sure enough, these guys were ambushing him in front of him.

Thanks to the high perception attribute bonus, he had a premonition of threats in advance.

It is precisely because of this that a group of people did not plunge into the enemy's ambush circle, but stopped at the edge of the ambush circle.

The people on the other side obviously didn't think anything of it (they suddenly came to a sudden stop and hid on the edge of the abandoned town) and the firepower of the predators had not yet been fully deployed.

But even so, the firepower network formed by hundreds of people firing at the same time is ferocious enough.

"Damn it! These dogs are quite powerful!"

I was so frightened that I hid behind the car without daring to show my face.

But the other players who came with him were excited.

Half of them are newbies, and the other half are veterans of the Corps.

But maybe it was because they were holding it back, even the old guys were shouting at him.

"Ready to fight!"

"Fuck it brothers!"

The battle breaks out instantly!

However, Wyatt, who was hiding in the distance, felt more and more something was wrong.

Especially when he saw the blue "power armor" was so frightened that he hid behind the off-road vehicle, and a group of guardsmen left their managers and swarmed forward, a strong sense of disobedience came to his heart. .

Is this guy really a manager?

Although it seems reasonable, I always feel that it is full of problems in various senses.

"Hahaha! Try this!"

A heavy machine gun was taken out from the trunk of the off-road vehicle. The strength player in the group roared excitedly and loaded the machine gun with a click.

He carried the thirty-kilogram heavy-hitting gun in his hand like a chicken. He directly held the barrel of the gun with his left hand and pressed the backrest against the exoskeleton shoulder armor.

The muzzle of the 20mm gun was pointed at a low wall 300 meters away. He pulled the trigger without saying a word, and the tracer pierced the predator hiding beside the low wall like a javelin.

The ferocious firepower quickly overwhelmed the other side, and several plunderers were beaten to pieces along with the wall.

Blood mist and gravel floated in the air, and the thunderous roar shook people as if the world was spinning.

That bloody scene made everyone around them feel terrified.

As expected of a member of the Guards Corps!

It is rumored that those guards are the aces under the manager, but now they are indeed extraordinary!

However, the plunderers were only frightened for a moment.

Even if these guys are powerful in combat, they only have about thirty people, and they can't even make up a hundred-man team!

Seeing the morale of the group of minions wavering, the captain in the lead gritted his teeth and shouted at the centurions beside him.

"Hold on! There are only about thirty of them! We are hundreds of times more powerful than them! Even one spit from each of us can drown them!"

After that, he grabbed the centurion by the collar and sprayed spittle in his face.

"Sixth, take a hundred brothers to flank them! Bring the rocket launcher too!"

"yes!"

The centurion responded at the top of his voice, walked through the messy battlefield with his body buried, and shouted at the minions squatting in front of the house who were hesitant to come forward.

"Stop dawdling here! Come with me quickly, if you don't dawdle any longer, the Alliance's reinforcements will be gone!"

Although everyone was frightened, they finally had the courage to follow him as those big copper bell eyes stared at him.

The group of people circled out from the west side of the abandoned town, preparing to use the cover of the woods to draw a large circle around the back of the convoy and catch the group of people off guard.

I have to say that this is a good idea, but it’s a pity that I chose the wrong person.

Hundreds of minions poured out of the town. As soon as they entered a forest, they ran into a piece of armor that exuded a cold light.

Unlike hundreds of people who have ten sets of exoskeletons, almost all of these people have a "big one", and several of them even wear "Xiaguang" power armor.

What makes people fearful is not only the equipment, but also the aura exuded by these people.

These guys are all battle-hardened veterans!

Just by looking at one of the powered armors, the sixth centurion could not help but feel a shiver run down his spine.

It's the Stormtroopers!

But why? !

At the same time, Kakarot, the leader, looked at the group of looters coming to the door with a sinister smile on his face.

"Mom, after guarding your home for so long, I finally have a chance to do some activities-"

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp "clang" sound coming from the breastplate.

A raider shot him, but the shot that hit his powered armor's ceramite breastplate didn't leave even a dent.

Seeing that the blind guy dared to interrupt him, Kakarot immediately pulled out a short javelin from behind and threw it at the guy.

“Whoosh——!”

The sound of tearing through the air penetrated the woods!

With the double bonus of strength attribute and power armor, the javelin was like a bolt of lightning, directly piercing the predator who shot at him, and nailed it to the tree, along with the thick branch. It was shaking all the time.

The ferocious method shocked the plunderers, and several of them had expressions of fear on their faces, and couldn't help but move back and forth.

However, there was also a brave guy who bravely set up the rocket launcher in his hand.

But before he could fire, a piercing dagger slit his throat.

Ripples spread through the air, and a player wearing an exoskeleton appeared next to the man like a ghost.

Blood burst into the sky with a pop, and the rocket launcher was turned around and blasted directly into the crowd. Caught off guard, several looters were blown away.

"Oh my god... High-explosive shells hit the power armor, what are you thinking about, man?"

After smacking his tongue, Wei An quickly turned on the optical camouflage again, creating a transparent ghost and killing the surrounding predators with frightened expressions on their faces.

At the same time, gunshots like violent wind and rain also rang out in the woods.

The battle breaks out instantly!

And it entered the white heat in an instant!

Facing an entire company of Storm Troops, with only a few hundred people, the Marauders were no match at all. The entire battle was a one-sided massacre!

"Stop them!!"

Seeing that there was no hope of victory, the sixth centurion yelled hastily, and then spread his legs and ran away towards the battlefield.

But before he could even take two steps, a whoosh pierced through the air and pierced his neck, hanging him on the tree.

Striding behind him on a meteor, Kakarot reached out and pulled out the blood-stained short javelin, flicked it and hung it on his back, and then smoothly took off the short barrel hanging on the power armor. Submachine gun.

The predator on the side looked at him in fear, as if his legs were filled with lead.

Perhaps knowing that they could not escape, they turned their fear into desperate roars and howls, and rushed forward with the guy in their hands.

However, in just a few breaths, bullets were fired and they were pinned to the ground.

After firing all the bullets, Kakarot replaced the magazine and glanced at the corpses on the ground. There was no trace of mercy in his eyes.

The hands of these remnants are all stained with the blood of survivors. They are no longer worthy of being called human beings, and are even more hateful than the alien species in the jungle.

He reloaded the submachine gun in his hand and looked at only a dozen predators left, and said in a cold voice.

"Leave no one behind!"

…

At the same time, Hunting Claw, who was taking command in the abandoned town, heard the sound of gunshots coming from the nearby woods.

Before he could recover, a roaring shell had already hit the roof of an abandoned house not far from him.

"Boom——!!!"

The deafening explosion shattered the glass of the windows, and everyone in the house hid their heads for cover.

"Mom - why are there still cannonballs?!"

A looter equipped with a modified prosthetic body exclaimed, and his arrogant face turned into one full of surprise and uncertainty.

The same goes for hunting claws.

The deafening sound made him completely stunned.

Wasn't it agreed that it would be an ambush? !

Why are the artillery shells taken out? It feels like the other side is a regular army!

Before he could react, one after another shells blasted the surrounding area. Hot fragments were wrapped in black smoke and flew around, and the communication channel was even more noisy and shouting.

"It's a mortar!"

"It seems to be coming from the west!"

"No—! Wait, there is movement in the east too!"

The entire command channel was in chaos, even though they were not hit by [EMP weapons].

Obviously the other party does not disdain such high-tech weapons as 㳎.

Or maybe they think that keeping their radios will speed up their chaos and amplify their fear...

Unable to control his subordinates anymore, Hunting Claw cursed in panic.

"Mom... what do you idiots from the Southern Army do? They are such big guys! Why don't you do it yet!"

That Wyatt guy had promised that if they still had a trump card in their hand, they would let this small town use it to turn their opponents into ashes in an instant with the press of a button.

Seeing that his subordinates continued to suffer casualties, but his allies took no action, Hunting Claw couldn't help but curse in his heart.

These guys haven't taken out their trump cards yet, are they planning to lay eggs in their nests? !

At this moment, a plunderer suddenly stumbled in from the door.

Hunting Claw subconsciously pulled out the revolver and pointed it at his head, until he realized that the guy was one of his own, and then he raised the muzzle of the gun.

The man knelt down on the ground with a plop, looking embarrassed, and wailed incoherently.

"Boss! Their firepower is too fierce! Brothers can't stand it anymore!"

Listening to the banging of cannons outside, Hunting Claw looked like he had seen a ghost.

"How is that possible! There are only twenty or thirty of them in total! There are two to three thousand of you, how can you not stop them?!"

"But, but..." The predator scratched his head anxiously, but couldn't think of how to explain it.

These guys seemed to have three heads and six arms. They were fast, only afterimages were left, and their eyes were precise, more like eagles.

Although the Southern Army also provided them with some exoskeletons, after all, it had only been a few days since they had changed their uniforms, so their combat effectiveness had not fundamentally changed.

In particular, the continuous casualties of friendly forces have shaken their will to continue fighting.

After all, they are just a bunch of bandits, and their organization and training are more than one level behind the regular army.

More than three thousand people sounds like a lot, but if they can't fully expand on the battlefield, it's no different than three hundred people.

One person spits at a time?

Then you have to have a chance to vomit.

At this moment, Hunting Claw didn't even know that the two teams sent by his subordinates to pack up the enemy had been strangled to death by the Storm Troopers on the way.

Less than half an hour later, another predator ran in from the door and shouted in panic.

"Boss! To the west of us! A group of people suddenly came out! There were thousands of people who heard the gunshots!"

Hearing this, Hunter Claw almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He wished he could open that guy's head and see what kind of tofu was inside.

"Fuck you, how did you get thousands of people! There are only 2,000 people in the entire No. 10 settlement. How can they conjure people out of thin air!"

The predator's face turned pale and he was speechless.

Maybe there are not as many as thousands of people, but there are definitely hundreds of people.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many brothers being driven back by gunfire.

However, before he could explain, he burst into the door with a panicked shout mixed with the sound of gunfire.

"Boss! The Alliance people... damn, they are charging at us!"

Hunter Claw's expression changed completely, and he strode out the door regardless of the roar of gunfire outside.

By chance, a mortar landed not far away, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

At this moment, he could no longer care about scolding his mother, and hurried to the east side of the town.

At this moment, I happened to catch a glimpse of a powered armor standing on the crooked street.

There were seventeen or eight corpses lying around the man, and the ruins were a mass of blood and flesh.

There was a hint of fear in Hunting Claw's eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what kind of group of guys he was facing.

It looked like he had been ambushed.

On the contrary, they are more like prey targeted by wild beasts...

At this moment, Kakarot didn't know that the leader of this group of predators was staring at him, let alone his psychological activities.

Pulling out the short javelin from a scrapped heavy-duty exoskeleton, he shook off the blood and bullet-proof armor fragments on the javelin, and faced the frightened predators who laughed happily.

"Hahaha! It's so enjoyable!"

…

It had been a long time since there had been such a hearty battle. The players of the Storm Troops who entered the abandoned town were like tigers joining a pack of wolves, and the number of kills kept rising.

Seeing that the firepower on the other side was getting weaker and weaker, and in the end it was no longer even perfunctory, the thirty or so people acting as baits couldn't wait any longer. They all tore off the disguise of "being ambushed", dropped the baits, and headed 300 meters away. Kill the town outside.

Looking at the players leaving the bunker and rushing towards them, I said quickly.

"Damn it, you guys are covering me!"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit back by something.

"Cover you hammer! You are your bait, just hide here and don't move."

"Start the group, start the group!"

“Long live the managers!!!”

"You have to use human-linked language, otherwise the other person won't be able to understand you!"

"whatever!"

"Ouch!"

Obviously these Dogecoins don’t respect him as much as a manager.

Seeing everyone abandoning themselves and rushing forward, I, who was most dumbfounded, got out from behind the bunker and rushed forward after chasing those guys.

Not that he was worried about being alone.

Mainly because I was afraid that it would be too embarrassing if the fight was over and no one was picked up in the end.

Unfortunately, for him, a sensory player, it is too difficult to support an exoskeleton weighing nearly a ton with strength. It is not possible to catch up with other players by relying entirely on the overwhelmed motor. reality.

When he finally arrived at the abandoned town, the fighting on the south side of the town was basically over.

The bodies of the looters lay beside the bungalows and walls that had been completely destroyed by the musketry.

The bloody scene was simply like hell!

Looking at the battlefield where I no longer needed to do anything, I sighed and found a stone pillar to sit down on.

"MMP! You really won't even leave a mouthful of soup for your brothers."

For a moment, he suddenly felt like a manager.

A long time ago, that guy also charged with them.

But I don't know since when, they have developed to the point where he no longer needs his own action.

And compared to that guy taking action personally, they really hope that he can stay in a safe place.

After all, that guy can't be resurrected like them, and the punishment of death is too great for everyone to bear...

Thinking about it this way, Tuo Xiang is indeed quite lonely. After all, he has all the strength but nowhere to use it.

But the darkest thing I thought about was that that guy was not a player after all, and his mentality must be the same as theirs.

Maybe he actually enjoys it even though he retreats behind the scenes.

This is also unreasonable.

The gunfire in the distance has gradually stopped.

The more than half injured predators finally gave up their struggle, abandoned their positions one after another, and fled towards the town.

But at best this can only delay their death.

So far, the Storm Corps has only dispatched two companies of troops, and the remaining three companies are waiting on the road where this group of deserters must pass.

According to the plan, Brother Quan Shui ambushing on the road will kill one of them, then follow the footsteps of the remaining ones to their lair, and then kill the rest of them in one go.

I patted the dust off my armor and prepared to go forward to join my teammates.

Then at this moment, a warning sign suddenly crawled up his spine and to the back of his head.

It was a moment, and a figure rushed towards him like a cannonball.

Feeling the threat, I made an almost incompetent turn, and then punched me head-on to catch the sharp claw that split my face.

"Cang!"

The sound of metal clanging resounded, and then I saw a ferocious face.

The man's arm was equipped with a pair of sharp claws. The material looked like titanium alloy, and it actually made two nicks on his fist.

Not only that, this guy's legs have probably been modified, and his explosive power and speed have obviously exceeded the level of normal people.

The hunting claw that failed to hit the target turned over in the air due to the reaction force, and landed on the ground to stand firm.

Zhong Zhen put on an offensive stance. He stared at the blue power armor with a pair of stern eyes like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.

Seeing that this guy didn't continue to attack, I stood there calmly, waiting for this guy to continue his attack.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it himself, it's just that the iron lump is so heavy that he can't even be bothered to move it if it can't move.

After staring at the "Manager" for a long time without finding any flaws, Hunting Claw let out a breathtaking laugh.

"Not bad at skills..."

"Each other."

"Haha, I thought that pampered guys like you would be cowards on the battlefield, but I didn't expect that there are two brushes."

The worst thing I wanted to do was shrug my shoulders, but the shoulder armor on both sides didn't move at all, so I gave up in the end.

"That's what you've never seen me like on the battlefield."

"Really?" Hunting Claw narrowed his eyes, looked deeply at the prey in front of him, and suddenly smiled again, "Your subordinates are very strong, but you shouldn't give it to me alone. Opportunity for you.”

Seeing that he was talking a lot, I couldn't help but say hello.

"Then what? What can you do now that you have seen it?"

At the moment when I was at my darkest moment, Hunting Claw's pupils shrank sharply.

Finally caught that fleeting flaw!

His legs exerted force violently, and the tendons exploded with terrifying force, even cracking the concrete under his feet!

The pair of sharp claws almost turned into an afterimage, like a crossbow arrow rising from the ground and shooting at me.

"Go to hell!" An excited roar came from his mouth, and he used all his strength to stab the throat of the man in front of him with the strongest blow in his life.

From now on, he will become a Marauder legend! Be worshiped by all the predators in this land!

He will personally chop off the head of the alliance manager!

But at this moment, the huge fist hit him in the face like a hammer.

Hunter Claw was suddenly frightened, and he hurriedly raised a pair of arms in front of him to block, but the hand stretched out in front of him firmly grasped the pair of titanium alloy steel claws.

The tough blade made an overwhelming hum, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief after controlling the opponent.

Strength and reflexes are not his strengths. Fortunately, the exoskeleton still played a role. It used the remaining power to drive the motor to overload operation, predicting the opponent's next move and blocking the fatal blow. Come down.

The blade was deeply embedded in the steel armor, but this also made it more difficult to break free of the titanium alloy claws.

Looking at the frightened predator, I suddenly rolled my eyes and a mischievous smile appeared on my face.

"How about I tell you a secret?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he opened the mask on his helmet.

"Actually, I'm not a manager."

The moment he saw that face, Hunting Claw was stunned, as if he had received an electric shock.

Not...a manager?

Then why did they lie in wait here all night? !

Before he could recover, a compact javelin flew from the side and nailed his humerus hard.

The titanium alloy modification cracked instantly, and he only had time to let out a scream of pain before the ceramic steel spearhead severed his arm, and then drove into his ribs without losing momentum.

The electric spark exploded instantly, and the hunting claw that was pierced by the javelin was killed on the spot, and he knelt down in front of my darkest place.

"Damn... you're trying to steal someone's head." I closed the visor of my helmet, threw away the titanium alloy claws in my hands, and gave a middle finger gesture to Kakarot who was not far away.

The latter chuckled and said teasingly.

"Aren't I afraid that you won't be able to defeat me?"

I rolled my eyes, too lazy to argue with him.

"Where's the nuclear bomb? Do you have that thing?"

Kakarot stood in front of him, pulled out the javelin from the corpse, and put it back into the gun bag behind his back.

"It has been found. It is in the center of the town, but the other party has already activated the nuclear bomb and is scheduled to explode in an hour."

Apparently the other party planned to detonate a nuclear bomb while they were cleaning the battlefield.

This hour should be your own escape window.

However, the Southern Army did not realize that the Guards Corps had been eyeing their actions for a long time and knew the trump card they had in advance.

Thinking of using nuclear bombs to scare the Alliance is a bit overthinking.

My darkest expression became serious.

"Can it be dismantled?"

"It's too bad, we gave up anyway," Kakarot shrugged, but then changed the topic and said with a smile, "And why did we demolish it?"

"Anyway, there is still an hour, and we have roughly determined the coordinates of their lair. We can definitely load it onto the Viper transport plane and send that thing back to their lair."