This Game Is Too Realistic

"Awei, have you packed everything? You are leaving the city soon. Think carefully and see if there is anything left behind."

The entrance to Boulder City.

Before lining up to leave the city, Sisi was checking his tail VM and backpack, repeatedly confirming whether he had left anything behind.

His movements and demeanor were very much like his old father.

"Oh! I brought them all - wait, where's Rourou?" Taitail suddenly looked around alertly, keenly noticing that something was missing from the team.

Teng Teng, who was lining up in front, looked back at Si Si and Tai Wei in surprise.

"Eh? Didn't you bring meat with you?"

Sisi subtly moved his eyes away and whispered softly.

"...It's really strange. For a bear that is so big, why does it have such a low sense of presence?"

It must be because he is too cowardly.

Sesame Paste, who had also forgotten Rourou, blushed and the cat ears on his head shook in embarrassment.

"I, I'll go bring it over."

"Tails, too!"

Sisi, who predicted the movements of the tail, skillfully caught her.

"The reservoir area is not far from here. You can go alone. Ah Wei, just wait in line and we will be here soon."

"Giao!"

Rourou has been staying with the two-headed cow these days. I heard that the other animals in the reservoir area were trembling with fear.

Although we arrived on a new map, we couldn't explore anywhere. When we left, we were almost forgotten because of its low presence.

It's so pathetic.

Sisi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After returning to the outpost, treat her to some fish.

The queue didn't take long.

The guard at the city gate just glanced at the wanted notice on the wall, made sure that no one who had committed any crime was leaving, and then let the group go.

Xu Shun originally set out with them, but because he received a temporary mission, he separated and acted alone.

The group agreed to meet outside the city gate.

Walked out from under the city gate.

Crow Crow stretched out comfortably, looked at the sunset hanging in the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

"I'm finally going home!"

She had sold the KV-1 exoskeleton with steel plates welded on it for 200 chips.

Although there is a small loss, it is not a big problem.

Thinking of a mosquito that caused him to get stuck on the wall, Crow Crow's smiling eyes couldn't help but have a hint of charming danger.

She swore.

If you don't give that profiteer a fist as big as a mushroom when you get back, you'll write her name upside down!

The city gate is very lively.

There was an endless stream of merchants coming and going, mercenaries looking for work wandered around in the square at the city gate, and there were also some vendors selling strange products.

The militia regiment set up a recruitment office at the city gate, and the recruiting team lined up from the city gate into the slums.

The radio at the gate of the slum repeatedly broadcast the treatment of conscripts - two chips a day and two meals of nutritional ointment.

As long as you enlist in the army, you will be given a gun and ammunition will be issued when you reach the front line.

Crow Crow looked around curiously. At this moment, a whistle came from the side.

Aware of the gaze falling on him, Crow Crow subconsciously turned his face sideways.

I saw three men who looked like mercenaries looking towards me with smiles.

Seeing Crow Crow looking this way, the mercenary leader walking in the middle whistled lightly.

"Hey, beauty."

The two people next to him also spoke.

"one person?"

"It's not easy to do Tide's work, why not follow us to the south and make a fortune."

The sight of Chiguo made Crow Crow very unhappy.

Although I didn't fully understand what this guy was talking about, I could tell just by looking at his demeanor that he was trying to strike up a conversation, and 90% of the time he wasn't a good person.

Crow Crow made a driving gesture and said impatiently.

"No date, no date, just stay where it's cool."

She had met a lot of chatters in the past two days, mostly mercenaries, and occasionally businessmen, but none of them were to her liking.

Not to mention the slovenly appearance, the malicious look in her eyes made her physically uncomfortable, and the words "very bad, very bad person" were almost written on her face.

What she is really interested in is the kind of big brother who is mature, handsome, polite, smart, reliable and full of justice. And he should not be too silly. After all, she can be a little bit sometimes.

Huh?

Thinking about it this way, a manager is simply her ideal type.

I have to say that the production company of "Wasteland OL" is really good at it.

What a pity, it’s a paper man.

Looking at the busty beauty who completely ignored them, obvious annoyance flashed across the faces of the three mercenaries.

Although I couldn't understand the dialect of the place she was speaking, the meaning of rejection was as obvious as the attitude of not taking them seriously.

His eyes narrowed to slits, and the bearded man took a step forward, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"I advise you to think clearly before you speak. This is not Boulder City. Once you get out of that door, it's a wasteland."

"Anything can happen in the wasteland, what do you think?"

What the hell are these guys talking about.

Crow Crow rolled his eyes and was about to say "Go away" in Renlian dialect. At this moment, the voices of his teammates came from the direction of the city gate.

Teng Teng: "Huh? Crow Crow was accosted again? Why did I say it again..."

Tails said glumly.

"Damn it, why doesn't anyone talk to Tails!"

Teng Teng comforted her and said.

"Okay, I didn't either..."

Sisi's eyes fell on the two ponytails, his expression a little subtle.

"If you talk to Teng Teng, you'll probably be arrested as a criminal."

Teng Teng turned around and glared at her, showing his fangs angrily.

"What the hell! Are you looking down on me?"

Si Si coughed dryly.

"I don't dare. I expressed myself inappropriately."

The three mercenaries exchanged glances and looked at the people coming from the door, with a hint of alertness in their eyes.

Especially the bearded mercenary leader standing in the middle, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

From these people, he felt the aura of "the same kind", but it was difficult to determine how strong it was. After all, there were strong and weak differences between the awakened and the awakened!

When he walked up to the mercenary leader, Taili clasped his hands on his chest and looked him up and down.

"Hey, young man, you are very brave, you dare to talk to our crow boss."

Looking at her arms folded in front of her chest, the mercenary leader's face was expressionless and he sneered in his heart.

There are flaws all over the body!

He reached for the revolver at his waist like lightning, but he had just reached halfway when he saw Ichika in front of him, and a gun was already pressed against his head.

The wind blew past his ears, and a drop of cold sweat fell on the mercenary leader's forehead.

So fast!

"I advise you not to move around. Ah Wei has only learned how to use a gun for less than half a year. If something goes wrong, I can only say sorry."

At some point, Sisi came around to them. He put the PU-9 in his hand on the back of a mercenary and spoke calmly in non-standard human language.

"Me too, by the way."

Although the communication is across servers, there are surprisingly no obstacles. Sometimes simple body language can make communication more convenient.

The mercenary leader coughed dryly, raised his hands in embarrassment, and backed away slowly.

"Don't be nervous, I'll just put on a belt..."

Si Si looked at him with cold eyes.

"Get out of here."

The three mercenaries immediately rolled away and did not dare to stay here for a second.

Sisi put away the submachine gun and hid it under his coat

The people around were whispering and looking at the group of people with obvious fear in their eyes.

Those who were ready to make a move did not dare to come up again, and could only watch quietly from a distance.

Feeling the sights around him, Crow Crow felt a little nervous.

"We'd better leave quickly, it feels like a lot of people are watching us."

Sisi nodded and looked around.

"Withdraw."

"I feel like something big is going to happen here."

Liszt's caravan has left the city, and the big white bear and the cat are also in the team.

Xu Shun, who went to do some work before, should also be back.

While he was talking, the VMs on the arms of everyone at the door vibrated in unison.

Everyone quickly raised their arms and took a look, only to see a line of pop-up windows appear on the screen.

[Server-wide announcement: The wave is coming! 】

Seeing this pop-up window, Sisi was stunned for a moment and muttered something softly.

"My crow's mouth..."

It had only been a few seconds, and something big had happened...

…

Exit of Huayuan Street MRT Station.

Players carrying weapons and ammunition are heading to the surface along the stopped escalators, passing through the broken streets, and marching towards the south.

The sky is already turning dusky, and it will get dark in another hour at most.

However, even so, the gray-green clouds can still be seen in the sky not far away.

"Isn't it two weeks as promised? It's only been a week."

"The wave is actually ahead of schedule."

"It's so exciting, we have to play in a group again!"

The players were whispering to each other, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.

This time the opponent is a alien species!

That is, monsters siege the city!

MM’s highlight!

It would be a big loss to miss such an exciting thing. Players participating in the action simply took a whole day off in reality.

Walking in the team, I was carrying a rifle and suddenly spoke.

"I have a bad feeling."

The battlefield atmosphere team looked at him.

"Did you find anything?"

I took the darkest glance at the spring leading the team.

"That LYB isn't wearing an exoskeleton!"

"Hey, you little clever guy." The battlefield atmosphere team chuckled and put an arm on his shoulders, "Don't worry, if you're scared, you can follow me in a while, and I'll cover you!"

I rolled my eyes unappreciatively and slapped his hand away.

"Get out of here, you're the fastest one every time!"

The battlefield atmosphere team said indifferently: "The most dangerous place is the safest place! Although I rush fast, do you think I have ever died?"

Commander Quan Shui, who was walking in the middle of the team and looking at the map, had an expression on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense. You will listen to my instructions later and I will try to bring you back."

He originally didn't want to take on this task, but others signed up voluntarily, and he was ordered to do so in a critical situation.

Although it's not impossible to refuse, no normal person would refuse an exclusive mission issued by a camp leader-level NPC, right?

With the level of AI simulation in this game, if you refuse to perform tasks, you will lose your favorability points.

That’s a big loss!

Not understanding the anxiety in Brother Quan Shui's heart, the battlefield atmosphere team smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"stable!"

spring:"……"

To be honest, he wasn't feeling stable at all now, but rather panicked.

A company of 120 players is, at best, a death squad, and at worst, cannon fodder.

They had only one mission, and that was to go to the intersection of 65th Street and the Changling Viaduct, block the wave advancing north along the viaduct pier, and delay the wave until dawn at all costs to buy time for the rear troops to deploy a defense line.

Quan Shui studied the map and found that Street 65 is located north of the Fifth Ring Road. The street runs east-west and is lined with tall buildings on both sides. The landmark building is a clock tower.

Due to the disrepair of the surrounding buildings, fallen concrete blocks filled the gaps in the buildings and were not suitable for passing through, acting like a natural barrier.

The 12-lane Changling Elevated Highway is perpendicular to No. 65 Street. The intersection is a relatively open area and is the only passage that allows a large number of people to pass through.

As long as you deploy fire points on the tall buildings on both sides of the viaduct and shoot at the gnawers behind the rugged obstacles, you can reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield.

However this is only theoretical.

Quan Shui has never commanded so many people, especially half of the 120 players are newcomers.

Fortunately, the other half of the players are veterans who have participated in more than two battles, and most of them are awakened ones.

On the way to the battlefield, Quanshui temporarily divided the players into three infantry platoons, with each platoon consisting of four ten-man teams. The available communication equipment was distributed to the platoon-level combat units.

In addition to the 120 people going to the front line, there is also a 20-person artillery team behind them, carrying 6 88mm mortars and 12 boxes of 144 artillery shells in total, to establish an artillery position in an open area 1.2 kilometers away from them.

Since there are tall buildings everywhere, and the heights are often hundreds or thousands of meters, artillery positions can only be built on the roofs.

Considering that artillery fire is a technical job, Quan Shui felt that it would be better not to rely too much on the efficiency of mortar support.

It might take more than a dozen shells to correct the trajectory, and any situation could happen on the battlefield.

At the same time, when the company led by Quan Shui rushed to No. 65 Street to stop Pang Chao, a logistics force consisting of 200 strength players, 20 two-headed cows and 300 NPCs was going back and forth on Beit Street. Between it and 68th Street, seize the time to build the first line of defense against the wave.

This logistics force is led by the chief architect of Vault 404, "Leave a Man Under the Knife".

The road conditions in the city are complicated. From the northern suburbs to the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, you can barely use two-wheeled motorcycles. But from the Fifth Ring Road to No. 68 Street, you can only use two-headed oxen and bicycles.

Fortunately, since Chu Guang had already had the foresight to transport construction materials to Beit Street and store them in the castle's warehouse, the supply line for this battle would not be too long.

The reserve of millions of rounds of ammunition is enough to cope with a regiment-sized battle.

The production capacity of the new industrial zone has been reached to the limit, and the average production capacity of 30,000 rounds of ammunition per day can theoretically be further squeezed to 50,000 rounds.

The old players in Yuanxi Town are on their way back. Boulder City has also been involved in the wave and is sending troops deep into the Third Ring Road to suppress the wave.

The longer this war drags on, the better it will be for Vault 404!

Whether the wave can be contained on 65th Street will be the key to winning this battle!

It's getting late.

Darkness enveloped the streets.

As the sun goes away, nibblers continue to emerge from the shops and alleys along the street, crawling on hands and feet through the streets filled with concrete blocks, and rush towards the players heading towards 65th Street.

However, beasts are beasts after all. They obviously overestimated their own strength. They were quickly beaten into sieves by the bullets and rolled down into the ditches and mud pits on the roadside.

And those nibblers who are lucky enough to rush in front of them will not get any benefits when facing players who are holding weapons and waiting seriously.

A strength player above LV5 can easily split the gnawer's head with an ax using 10 points of strength.

Not to mention those awakened ones!

The gnawers who rushed into the crowd were like sheep rushing into a pack of wolves. They were quickly chopped into pieces by the bow shovels and short axes, or simply had their heads smashed by the butts of rifles.

In the shadows, a two-meter-long, muscular crawler crawled out of the window of a nearby tall building on all fours, clinging to the wall like an ape.

Its red eyes stared at the street, baring its teeth and letting out a dangerous growl.

As if it had found an opportunity, it exerted force with its feet, and its huge body was like a swooping eagle with spread wings, slamming into the players' team.

That extended long arm was about to tear everyone in front of him into pieces.

However, at this moment, a whistling sound broke through the air and blew directly towards its face.

The javelin thrown by the rod was like a cannonball, blasting its head directly.

The crawler without its head was like a kite with its string broken. It fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound, splashing with billowing cement chips and dust.

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

"Why are there still people carrying javelins?!"

Seeing everyone giving him surprised looks, Kakarot chuckled and weighed the javelin in his hand.

"Everyone, save some ammunition. The number of gnawers is small now. If you can deal with them with your fists, don't use guns."

Commander Quan Shui on the side also nodded.

"That's right, everyone try not to waste bullets, there is still a tough battle to be fought later!"

Go through three blocks in a row.

There were numerous large and small battles along the way. Although some ammunition was wasted, fortunately there were no casualties.

The iconic clock tower comes into view, and 65th Street is in front!

Looking at the silent street ahead, Commander Quanshui breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a little.

The wave hasn’t reached here yet!

They came just in time!

Without any delay, Commander Quanshui immediately walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly to all the players.

"Class A went forward to lay the barbed wire fence, and used the engineer shovel to clear out as many bunkers as possible on the road! Move out as many concrete blocks as possible that fell into the pit, dig as deep as possible where possible, and don't waste time on areas that obviously cannot be dug. !”

"Class B is responsible for the left side of the room, and Class C is responsible for the right side. I need you to deploy firepower along the street to cover every inch of the battlefield!"

"There are only three hours left for us... If we hurry up, we will encounter the first wave of gnawers before 10 o'clock!"

"Everyone, move!"

In response to him, there were roars of high morale. Although this attracted a lot of eaters, this was not a bad thing.

It is better to resolve the trouble before the war begins than to have to allocate energy to deal with these "stragglers" wandering on the battlefield after the battle begins.

Led the Class B players to the left side of the battlefield, Kakarot assigned tasks to each team, clearing out the nibblers in several key buildings, and personally led several machine gunners upstairs.

The support weapons assigned to Class B include two water-cooled Maxim heavy machine guns, copied from the No. 81 Steel Plant, with a total weight of 25 kilograms and firing 7 mm full-power rifle ammunition. Each machine gun is equipped with 6 ammunition boxes, a total of 1,500 rounds. ammunition.

In addition, there are 12 20 "Lance" anti-tank rifles and 2 37 "Heavy Lance" newly developed and put into production by No. 81 Steel Plant.

If the former can barely be considered a gun, the latter has obviously reached the category of cannon.

If a fixed bracket is not installed, only the awakened ones of the power system can control it.

The two water-cooled Maxims were deployed on the third floor with the best view. Kakarot, carrying a 37-weight lance, took out his binoculars and looked to the south.

The fragmented Changling Viaduct collapsed into several sections. The sections of the road were hundreds of meters long, and the short sections only had bridge piers left. Looking at it, it looked like isolated islands standing in the city.

The place farther away was completely obscured by thick fog. Kakarot put away the telescope and motioned to the team members to put on their gas masks.

Not far away, the brothers from Class A have pulled up a circle of barbed wire to seal off several branch roads on both sides of the viaduct.

Although those few wires may not be able to help the gnawers move forward, it should be possible to limit their movement direction.

Holding the machine gun with both hands, the physique player with the ID name "Kevin Broken Leg" couldn't help but ask.

"How many monsters are there in front..."

Ten Fist Superman: "I don't know... According to the information, it is 100,000, maybe more, or less than this. With such a heavy fog, we can only estimate how many ghosts know exactly."

Graveyard Ghost Hunters: “Do we have 100,000 rounds of ammunition?”

Kakarot was silent for a while and answered with an uncertain tone.

"Maybe...the logistics side has promised that they will do their best to deliver the ammunition to us, but if not..."

As he spoke, he patted the hatchet on his waist.

"Just use this."

According to the plan made in advance.

If Class A attacks the street, Class B will fill in from the left wing of the position to the front of the battlefield.

If Class B is also lying down, then Class C will be on top.

The exact number of upcoming gnashers is impossible to calculate.

When a large group of fruiting bodies gather together, the gray-green spore cloud is like a cloud of physical existence, and the contents inside are not visible at all.

Simple defenses were deployed.

Class A retreated to their position.

The thick gray-green fog was approaching, and it was obvious that the humans blocking the front had been spotted. The pace of those nibblers had obviously accelerated, so the ones in front were even taking steps to run.

The low roar of decay and the crunching sound of feet stepping on the gravel are coming from the thick fog!

It was rare for Commander Quanshui to stand on the front line of the battlefield, wearing only cheap equipment. He held a sickle assault rifle in his hand and shouted loudly at the players on the battlefield.

"Bros!"

"The wave is approaching!"

"We need to hold on for at least twelve hours and make every effort to prevent the wave from continuing northward! Buy time for the brothers who are building positions in the rear!"

"We may not be able to bring the experience back, but the glory will be with me!"

"Everyone—"

"Fire!"

Da da da--!

The black barrel of the gun spurted out tongues of flame.

The first to fire were six water-cooled Maxims scattered on the left, center and right positions.

The thrown bullets were like raindrops, passing over the obstacles under the viaduct, weaving a net on the fragmented position, completely tearing the night apart!

Faced with the sudden burst of steel and fire rain, the gnawer who rushed at the front fell instantly like a piece of wheat.

Flesh and gunpowder collide!

The gnawers moved forward without fear of death. The alien in front fell down, and the alien behind stepped on the corpse in front and continued to move forward.

In just a few minutes, the ground was covered with broken branches and limbs, and no complete corpse could be found. It was like meat rolled out of a meat grinder.

The intensive charge was quickly broken up.

A few fish that slipped through the net were killed by the players of Class A. There was no need for machine guns to waste ammunition.

The barrel of the machine gun was smoking. Kevin, who was lying next to the third-floor window with a broken leg, released his index finger from holding the trigger and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Easier than imagined!”

At least the predators knew how to hide, or crawl forward on the ground and throw smoke bombs for cover.

However, these gnawers seemed to have no concept of death at all, and they charged more bravely than the clones.

However, in the face of the firepower of heavy machine guns, this kind of bravery is tantamount to suicide!

On Class A's position.

The battlefield atmosphere team that shot the last gnawer suppressed the raised muzzle.

"The wave seems to have stopped."

When the gunfire stopped, the whole street became eerily silent.

Looking ahead with a solemn expression, Commander Quanshui nodded slowly.

"The bad news is that the fortifications we spent two hours preparing were basically in ruins."

I swallowed hard: "That's your illusion... They are still moving forward, I can sense their existence, and there is something scary."

The battlefield atmosphere team patted his shoulder and smiled without any fear.

"Don't scare yourself, just do it and it will be done!"

At this time, a newcomer next to him suddenly asked.

"Speaking of which, why don't those nibblers come together? Instead, they come in waves?"

The other player also frowned.

"That's right...it only lasted 10 minutes and then stopped."

It's not as durable as him.

Commander Quan Shui, who was standing in the position, said calmly.

"If tens of thousands of units are crowded together, the forward speed will be slowed down. It is especially taboo to step on the front foot with the back foot. If one person falls, the back will immediately become a mess. When the width of the battlefield is limited, it is best to advance in steps. Efficient choice.”

"Although these gnawers are a little dazed, they are not stupid... there must be something commanding them!"

Looking at the barbed wire covered with flesh and blood and the increasingly thickening fog ahead, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Not only did the previous wave of alien species not see the Tyrant, they didn't even see the Creeper.

Use cannon fodder to explore the road, and follow up with large troops...

Are these alien species really just the fruiting bodies of slime molds?

The silence lasted for ten minutes.

At this moment, a piercing scream suddenly came from the thick gray-green fog.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and their index fingers rested on the trigger in unison.

My darkest heart rose to my throat, and a strong sense of crisis surged into my heart.

coming!