This Game Is Too Realistic

On the southwest side of Ruigu City, a group of people dressed in various colors were standing in a crooked formation, moving towards the northeast side of the city under the leadership of ten soldiers in black robes.

These skirmishers dressed in different uniforms are basically local survivors. Some of them were scavengers, some were hunters, and even farmers and herdsmen.

In the Legion, this kind of troops composed of survivors of occupied areas or the "non-core population" in the territory are usually called "retinues."

Unlike the well-equipped legionnaires, not only did their faces look malnourished, their bodies were as thin as a hemp pole, but their equipment was also rudimentary and even inferior to some stronger predators.

Each person only received a "ripper" rifle. Before going to the battlefield, he would prepare fifteen or thirty rounds of ammunition. When the bullets ran out, he would either pick up his teammate's, or mount a bayonet and fight hand-to-hand.

Before this, they had not even received professional training, and at most they had only dealt with a few mutated cockroaches and mice.

However, there is actually no need to train.

In the eyes of the legionnaires, these people were just cannon fodder they recruited cheaply, consumables used to consume the enemy's ammunition.

No one expected them to come back alive, and it was even better to say they were dead.

Of course, this is just the view of most people in the Legion.

These people who are labeled cannon fodder obviously do not see themselves that way.

The legion promised them that if they did not die in three battles, they would become "one of their own" and have the opportunity to be promoted to captain of ten. If you survive six battles, you will have a chance to be promoted to centurion.

In addition, there is a "shortcut" to take.

That's the head of a certain Deathclaw!

As long as you can cut off that beast's head, not only can you become a centurion, but you can also be rewarded with ten slaves!

Upon hearing about this good news, many survivors who had signed up to join the Hu Cong Army volunteered to join the hunting team.

Although the reputation of the Death Claw is terrifying, there are only a few survivors who have actually seen it, and even fewer who have seen it and survived.

In the imagination of most survivors, with artillery support and various anti-armor weapons, facing a beast that can be killed with hard work is easier than going to the jungle to fight with the company's elite troops. many.

After all, the latter were the ones who stunned the regular troops who trained them. If they really faced those guys, they might be sent to see the big-horned deer god without even seeing the enemy...

Li Ba's face was filled with obsession as he caressed the rifle in his hand fondly.

He had never touched a rifle so well made.

In Shikeshu Village, the double-barreled shotgun of the old Orion who lived next door to him was already an incredible weapon in his opinion.

He dreamed of having one.

The warrior carrying the rifle glanced at this guy. He wanted to complain, "It's just a garbage gun used for cannon fodder." However, his speaking was too awkward. He held it in for a long time and couldn't get the words out. In the end, he just said I could swallow it back into my stomach.

However, just when he looked away, C named Li Ba suddenly took the initiative to talk to him.

"Dude, you're from Beit Street, right?"

yes.

"Do you have any Deathclaws there?"

His face was full of anxiety and nervousness, but in addition to these negative emotions, the warlord also unexpectedly saw a hint of excitement.

After all, people who have never been on the battlefield probably have some unrealistic illusions in their hearts.

Warlander replied briefly.

"have."

Li Ba: "Awesome! Have you seen it?"

Hearing this, the corner of the warlord's mouth suddenly turned up into a smile.

"Haha, I've seen it before."

It's like looking down and not seeing you again.

There is a big one outside the shelter and a small one inside. Occasionally, one or two Deathclaws would wander near the nuclear crater in the Elm District.

He has long been used to it.

Li Ba's eyes lit up and he immediately asked.

"Is the Death Claw powerful?"

"It's just average, just like a slap that can blow someone's head away, and a claw that can pull someone's intestines out of their stomach."

Hearing this, Li Ba's face turned slightly pale.

"real or fake…"

Warlander chuckled.

"I lied to you, how about you go up and try it later?"

Li Ba said nothing.

Seeing the cowardly look on this guy's face, Warfield Man stopped bullying him and comforted him with a smile.

"Don't worry, we shouldn't see that guy today."

Li Ba was stunned for a moment.

"Why?"

"intuition."

Of course the warlord would not tell this guy that he had leaked today's plan to the good brothers of the Storm Troopers.

Xiangling Town is the entrance to Vault 79.

Before progress is made in the strategy of Vault 79, they can't let the Legion take care of the boss guarding the gate.

Looking up at the sunlight creeping across the treetops, the warlord muttered to himself,

"It should be soon."

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion in the room area in front.

I saw a tracer flickering, and the thick bulletproof armor exploded and flew. A soldier in a black robe in the crowd flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and his upper body was a bloody mess.

When the warlord saw this, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Good guy.

Hit someone with an anti-materiel rifle!

Real punishment!

That sound was so familiar to him that it sounded like the Alliance's 20 "Light Cavalry Rifle", which could use three types of warheads: armor-piercing, high-explosive, and incendiary.

This weapon is very useful whether it is anti-infantry or anti-alien. Four of them can be used as anti-aircraft machine guns in parallel, and they can be used as snipers when taken apart individually.

It can be said that it is very useful.

"There's an ambush!"

"Everyone spread out! Find cover and hide!"

"quick!"

Although they were caught off guard, those soldiers in black robes were well-trained aviation marines and responded as soon as they were attacked.

The officer in black robes roared, and took the lead in rushing to the nearby bunker with his three surviving subordinates. The puppet army formed by the survivors quickly came to their senses, and they also rushed towards the nearby bunker. Take cover nearby.

However, their opponents are certainly not vegetarians.

Almost at the moment when the thunderous gunfire sounded, the machine gun deployed inside the window also spurted out raging tongues of flame.

7 Bullets poured down like raindrops, instantly causing a bloody storm on the street directly opposite.

The soldiers who had no time to evade fell like wheat, and more than ten casualties were paid in an instant. Although the remaining soldiers dispersed behind the bunker, they were still suppressed and unable to move in the face of the ferocious firepower, and could not lift their heads at all. Don't start.

The moment the first gunshot rang out, Li Ba was completely stunned.

He didn't even know how he got behind the bunker. He just heard the bullets flying, sparks, gravel and cement chips flying everywhere.

Holding the rifle tightly, he sat against the damaged concrete wall. His white lips kept trembling, but he didn't say a word.

On the street three meters away from his feet, a bloody corpse lay there. The man was undoubtedly dead, but his legs and feet were still flopping there.

The battlefield atmosphere team loosened their grip on Li Ba's collar and dragged the guy into the bunker, glancing at the corpses on the ground on the street next to him.

Although these dead cannon fodder are also victims of the Legion's invasion, the Alliance soldiers will not show mercy.

This is a battlefield.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I...I..." Li Ba opened and closed his mouth palely, and his originally green and white face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

"Take a deep breath, calm down, don't suffocate yourself to death without being shot... That would be too embarrassing."

He patted the guy's shoulder hard, and looking at the completely frightened expression, the warlord sighed and comforted him with some bad human language.

Then, he grabbed the Ripper rifle that had been thrown aside, pulled the bolt and loaded it.

At this time, the officer's roar came from the alley not far away.

"Forward one!"

"Press forward for me!"

"I see who is hiding behind the bunker like a wimp, I will kill him with my own hands!"

Machine guns roared in front of them, and battle supervisors roared behind them.

“Ah!!!ot

Finally unable to withstand the pressure, a survivor rushed out of the bunker like crazy, shouted in fear, and rushed toward the tall building directly in front of him with his rifle in his arms.

However, before he could even take two steps, a mist of blood burst out from his body, and his screams stopped abruptly. He didn't even have time to let out a scream, and he fell straight onto the street wet with blood.

The survivors who were just about to rush out of the bunker were frightened by this scene. Their legs seemed to be filled with lead and they could not move at all.

The officer who was leaning behind the bunker looked at the body still in the fountain. He was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

"Are you a pig?!"

"I asked you to go around from the side! Who the hell asked you to rush forward and block their eye-catching spot!"

It's a pity that the dead can't speak, and the bloody corpse obviously won't pay attention to him.

However, with that living example, the other cannon fodders learned the lesson, burying their heads, sticking close to the bunker, and advancing forward in a roundabout way.

However, after all, they have not received formal training. Even though their bodies have gradually adapted to the battlefield, these cannon fodders still have almost no combat literacy.

Everyone swarmed into the alley and soon became a mess like headless flies.

The machine gun in the distance paused for a second or two. These rookies, who had trained for no more than 24 hours, didn't even know which direction to run.

However, the warlord knew it well.

It's time to go. "

He stretched out his hand and pulled Li Ba up from the ground, leading the weak-legged coward around to an alley where machine gun fire could not reach him.

To stay where you were was certain death.

The men of the legion would not hesitate to execute them as deserters, killing chickens and respecting monkeys.

What's more, as a double-talented young man, it is impossible to expect to gain the enemy's trust by surviving until the end.

Last night, the warlord and his good brothers discussed this matter in the group.

According to Brother Quanshui's plan, the Storm Corps will conduct an ambush based on his intelligence and intercept the hunting team sent by the Corps to Xiangling Town.

And after defeating the legion's plan for the day, he will be given the opportunity to kill someone.

Almost at the same time that the warrior went around to the small alley on the south side, three 100-mm artillery rounds accurately hit the housing area not far in front of him.

The billowing smoke exploded instantly, and the hot air waves and smoke columns rushed up to a height of more than ten meters, blasting three huge craters into the originally intact concrete wall.

The splashing gravel scared the surrounding puppet soldiers to lie on the ground, their heads pressed tightly to the ground and they did not dare to move.

Amid the roar of cannons, the officers' roars could be heard faintly.

Everybody get up! Don't stop! Everyone, move forward! "

"Bring those scumbags who attacked us out of that building!"

However, the roar was not very effective.

One is that the distance is too far to hear clearly, and the other is that many people have not recovered from the sound of the cannons and are lying on the ground without daring to move.

This time Li Ba refused to move forward despite any words, and Zhan Di Lao did not continue to carry the oil bottle, and rushed through the scorching smoke screen alone.

Rushed into a building that had been bombarded by artillery fire.

There was a slight cough from above the broken stairs.

The previous round of heavy artillery did not kill the players hiding in the Concrete Building, but it was obvious from the sound that they were seriously injured.

"Kakarot?"

Warlander tentatively called to the top of the stairs, and waited for a long time before hearing a response.

I'm an old ghost! Damn, those dogecoins on the other side just put them on the cannon, they don't care about martial ethics. "

The old ghost is the nickname of "Ghost Hunting in the Grave" and he is also a member of the Storm Troops. The warlord knew who the person above was as soon as he heard it and joked with a smile.

"Isn't it gay to wash some artillery?"

After a pause, he urged.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Should you solve it on your own, or should I come up and help you."

A chuckle came from the stairs.

"Wouldn't it be too boring to just give my head to you?"

The rules of the game prohibit malicious comments. The "non-submission to arbitration" approach to resolving in-game conflicts will result in equal penalties for both parties. Almost no one will joke about the qualifications for closed beta testing. Those who dare to joke will be kicked out without even completing the "Passing on the Fire" task. The server is gone.

However, the rules only prohibit "malice", and mission requirements or special circumstances are not prohibited.

I always heard Brother Quan Shui bragging about Brother Battlefield's fighting prowess, and the old ghost was just about to take this opportunity to test his skills.

The warlord was stunned for a moment, just in time to see the hair-thin tripwire at the top of the stairs, and then he looked up and smiled.

mock up.

I also played half-heartedly with my father.

"Okay, how about some hand gestures?"

A hearty laugh came from above the stairs.

"Haha, that's exactly what I meant!"

"Come! Have a good fight!"

One is the strength system at lv15, and the other is the agility system at lv22.

Whether it is panel data or combat experience, the battlefield atmosphere team has the advantage, and there is no reason to lose.

Not to mention, the old ghost brother also suffered internal injuries from the previous shelling.

He won the water without any suspense, but the warlord still saved some face for his good brother and let him choose a way to die after the battle.

"Tell me what you want.

Graveyard Ghost Hunter, who was lying in a pool of blood, was breathing heavily. He looked at the Battlefield Atmosphere Team who was holding a knife in his hand and said hehe.

"Ahem, there are no cowards in the Alliance! Let those ghost guys see how brave I am!"

The warlord suddenly understood and nodded.

"I understand. I'll patch up a few more holes for you later."

"Please! By the way, remember to disfigure me!"

Finished his last words.

The old ghost rolled his eyes and went offline consciously.

Looking at his good brother lying motionless on the ground, Warfield held the knife in his hand, sighed softly, and stepped forward.

"Good brother, I'm sorry."

Even though I know it's a game, even though I won't really die, even though there are so many dangers, I still get panicked when I actually do it.

But - it's all for the alliance.

When I think about it, I feel much happier.

While praying for Lao Hei in his heart, the warlord dragged the bloody "mission props" back and handed in the mission.

Seeing the battlefield atmosphere group walking out of the ruins covered in blood, not only the survivors who were forced forward were dumbfounded, but also the four legionnaires who were still alive.

ot…just this one. "

Throwing the corpses and the remnants of the weapons on the ground, the battlefield atmosphere team looked at the stunned officer in front of them and said with precious words.

The officer finally came to his senses, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words stiffly.

"very good…"

Who is this guy?

The battle ended and the casualties were counted.

Of the 121-man team, 31 died, including an Air Corps soldier.

The hunting hadn't even started yet, but the casualties had already exceeded expectations. After reporting the situation to their superiors, the remaining four legionnaires returned to the Fallen Leaf Camp with the remaining people.

When he first returned to the camp, the battlefield atmosphere team was still thinking about whether his "credit" would be snatched away by the officer leading the team, but he soon discovered that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Back in the camp, before the warlord could rest for a while, he was called to Colway's tent by the approaching legionnaires.

This three-striped centurion is the top person in charge of the Fallen Leaf Camp. I heard from the conversation among the legion soldiers that this man was Rachel's direct subordinate and his status was extraordinary.

In the tent.

Colway stared at the man covered in blood in front of him and spoke slowly.

ot name. "

The battlefield atmosphere team who had assumed the role stood up straight and answered skillfully.

"pangolin!"

The officer in front of him didn't speak, but stared straight at him, his sharp eyes scanning back and forth on him, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.

The warlord couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Could this big nose have taken a fancy to me?

Not that much...

Just when he was debating whether to show off or not, Colway, who was standing in front of him, suddenly showed an expression of appreciation and nodded slowly.

"good!"

He had just experienced a big battle and his aura was not disturbed at all. He rushed into the area covered by artillery fire single-handedly and killed an elite awakener of the enterprise with only a Ripper rifle. This combat power was really surprising, especially what surprised Colway. , this person showed no timidity in the face of his own temptation.

This guy is a talent!

The only pity is that this person is an indigenous person and not a legionnaire with noble blood. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to recommend this warrior to his commander, Rachel.

With a trace of regret in his eyes, Colway raised his chin slightly and continued.

"From today on, I appoint you as the commander of the army."

Damn it?

The battlefield atmosphere team suddenly felt happy.

Now you become an officer? !

Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his chest and raised his head and answered.

"Yes!ot

Colway nodded approvingly.

"Behave well, I'm optimistic about you!"

Warlord's undercover plan went unexpectedly smoothly.

After sacrificing an awakened person, he not only became the captain of the puppet army, but he even unexpectedly gained the appreciation of Colwe, the "boss" of Fallen Leaf Camp.

At the same time, while the players of the White Knights and the Death Corps were busy conquering Vault 79, the logistics transport team that returned from Ruigu City with Luo Hua finally rushed back to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Looking at Luo Hua who was wrapped like a mummy on the stretcher, Chu Guang couldn't help but twitch his brows and immediately ordered.

"Send him to a shelter quickly!"

After taking over the wounded from the logistics force, the medical staff immediately rushed towards the shelter carrying a stretcher.

Chu Guang also followed and returned to the shelter together.

Although there are hospitals on the surface, both the professionalism of doctors and the medical conditions are obviously not as good as those in shelters.

The infirmary on the b3 floor.

Heya performed a comprehensive examination on Luo Hua, who was lying on the scanning bed, and quickly arranged the scan results on the tablet.

"The left arm is completely necrotic, I'm afraid it will have to be amputated." After saying that, she looked at Yin Fang who was standing aside, "Surgery, you are better at this.

Yin Fang did not speak, but turned his gaze to Chu Guang, waiting for him to make a decision.

He was the only one here who was familiar with the wounded man.

After just thinking for half a second, Chu Guang nodded quickly.

"Cut it off and replace it with a bionic prosthetic body."

Yin Fang continued to ask.

"Which one to change?"

Chu Guang said without hesitation.

"Of course I bought it from the company."

He did not sell all the bionic prosthetics he had imported from Hedin to Boulder City. After all, this kind of luxury goods are rare and expensive, and if you sell too many of them at one time, they won't be worth anything.

Yin Fang glanced at Chu Guang in surprise.

I didn’t expect this guy to be so generous sometimes?

But he didn't say anything, invited Chu Guang and Heya out of the infirmary, and then started the operation immediately.

The door of the infirmary.

Heya, who was crossing her arms, looked at Chu Guang curiously and asked.

"Your friend?"

"Yes.ot

He was seriously injured."

Looking at the closed door, Heya said with some emotion.

I found at least twenty shrapnel in his body. His survival today is all due to the bionic organs in his body. "

Chu Guang said nothing, but took out a silver card from his pocket.

The card was stained with blood, but the blood fat was not stuck on it. Chu Guang stared at it for a while and frowned slightly.

Noticing the thing in his hand, Heya, who was standing aside, raised her eyebrows and suddenly said.

"I think I've seen this thing before."

Chu Guang looked at her immediately.

Where did you see it? "

"I don't remember exactly where it is, but this thing is actually the door card of the shelter, right? I remember that the function is not only to open the door, but also to attach some permissions to the card," Heya glanced at Chu Guang strangely. , "Don't you have any here?"

otWe are more frugal and don’t need it. "

After making a casual remark, Chu Guang stared at the card in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The key to Honey Eagle Shelter No. 0?

They really found it

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