This Game Is Too Realistic

Above the sky.

Heart of Steel airship.

The gun barrel under the pod slowly moved its angle, locking onto the thick white fog.

At the same time, in the pod, the main gunner held a piece of paper sent by the orderer in his hand and issued an order to the assistant gunner.

"Artillery parameter adjustment

"Shooting Zhuyuan is set!"

"High-explosive reloading."

"Prepare one by one"

"Fire!"

The fuses were pulled back at the same time, three neat cannon shots were fired, and the firelight and thick smoke rolled neatly into the white fog.

The sergeant standing next to the observation hole with a telescope hanging around his neck looked outside and could not see where the shell landed.

I only heard three muffled thunders coming slowly, but I couldn't even see the explosion of fire.

"It's so foggy here that you can't see anything."

The main gunner pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder, and after a long time shouted to his teammates.

"Hit confirmed! Ceasefire."

"receive."

The smoking shell exited the gun chamber, and a sergeant dragged it on a cart and threw it into a wooden box in the corner of the room.

The observer walked up to the main gunner and asked.

"Sir, do you have an action plan for today?"

replied the main gunner.

"No."

The observer continued to ask curiously.

"Then what are we fighting?"

The main gunner glanced at the note in his hand and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"General McClung's target."

The assistant gunner interjected with interest.

"That big two-story guy at the end?"

"Otherwise?" the main gunner chuckled, "Besides that guy, is there anything else that our commander should never forget?"

The observer glanced outside and said with a chuckle.

"With such a heavy fog, you really know how to choose the day."

As we all know, rainy and foggy days are never a good day for hunting. Not only will the field of view be limited, the scope will be fogged, the perception will be weakened by the environment, and the accuracy and reliability of the weapon will be affected.

However, this problem does not exist for the alien species that have long been accustomed to the jungle.

Especially Deathclaw.

A humid environment can make it even more dangerous.

"The native said that the most dangerous place is the safest place... Whatever, the work is done for today anyway." After saying this indifferently, the main gunner took off his gloves and threw them aside.

Three rounds of 100-meter artillery pieces were the only reinforcements they promised to the hunting team. They didn't need to worry about whether they were effective or not.

They only need to shoot out the artillery shells based on the coordinates provided by the front line and that's it.

At this moment, in the urban area more than ten kilometers away from the airship, the street hit by three 100-meter artillery rounds was in a mess.

The cracked concrete pavement was like a plowed mud field, with concrete chips and cracked rocks scattered all over the ground.

Flames and traces of heat rose together, and the Death Claw standing at the center of the explosion let out a shrill roar.

Its eyes were blinded by shrapnel, its spine was pierced by armor-piercing bullets, and its flesh was scorched... Although all these wounds were healing quickly, the continuous injuries completely angered it.

The serum was blown to pieces in the gunfire...

However, that is no longer important.

Anyway, the passage from the shelter to the research area has been opened, and the used serum will continue to be produced, and it will be obtained through other people in the laboratory.

And these people in front of me...

No, these ants.

It only wants them to die!

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

"I'll take out your eyes, intestines...all and feed them to the dogs!"

The vicious curse echoed in the thick fog along with the shrill howl, and dozens of hunched figures emerged from the thick fog.

Some of them were standing on the street, and some were climbing on rooftops or broken walls, rubbing their blade-like claws and fangs. Their amber pupils were full of desire for flesh and blood, and they were looking towards those standing on the street. The White Bear Knights on the other side approached.

These are its children.

Although their size is more than a little smaller than their parent bodies, they are still slightly larger than the Junk Jun who is already over ten levels.

"Giao is being targeted by a group of trash guys!" Not only was there no fear on Tai Tai's face, he was even a little excited.

Rourou said dumbfounded.

"Why are you suddenly excited?"

"Fighting against powerful enemies...don't you find it exciting!!" Taitail said excitedly, "Don't worry Rourou, we are also shaking people!"

They were obviously not the only ones standing here. Long before they left for the appointment, the Death Corps had already set off to ambush near the target.

Almost at the same time when the death claws appeared, about two to three hundred figures passed through the thick fog at the same time.

They had gas masks hanging on their chests, a sapper shovel on their waist, and the assault rifles in their hands had bayonets inserted.

Yongshi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Two hundred and seventy people…

More than half are awakened people...

A hint of fear flashed in the amber pupils, but it was quickly blown away by a trace of disdain sprayed from the nose.

so what!

It has exceeded the limits of life.

Every cell in its body embodies the highest crystallization of pre-war life science and technology.

It is an immortal king, it is an existence that can stand at the top of the food chain with its physical body alone, and it will eventually become the overlord of this planet!

Whether they are humans, mutants or those putrid smelling slime molds, they will eventually succumb to its feet!

"Humble ant...ot

It rubbed its sharp claws on the soles of its feet and let out a roar from its bloody mouth.

"Tear them apart!!"

The shrill roar rushed towards the players like a tide.

Looking at the surging Death Claws, everyone's faces were filled with high fighting spirit, and the blood in their chests seemed to be burning.

No one showed any fear.

No one retreated.

The sharp whistle pierced the thick fog, giving all players present an indomitable buff.

For the Death Corps, charging is the supreme tactic.

It is also their most handy tactic!

"Brothers! Charge!"

"Demacia!"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Hot metal collided with flesh, and gunshots resounded throughout the streets.

No need to aim at all.

After firing the last bullet in the magazine, the charging player didn't stop at all. Instead, he straightened his bayonet and killed the Death Claw that was charging forward.

The two waves collided together, like meat grinders rolling together. Flesh and blood flew all over the sky, mixed together and indistinguishable from each other.

Those amber pupils were filled with surprise.

Even unbelievable.

Only recently had it fought against the Centurions of the Legion. At that time, it just harvested a few lives at will, and those people retreated in confusion.

However, these people in front of me...

They seemed to have no idea what death was, and had no intention of taking a step back.

When the bullets are empty, use bayonets, engineer shovels, or even stones and steel bars picked up from the ground... With such brutal fighting methods, even the eyes of the beasts can't help but have fear written on them, and they are hesitating and hesitating in the trembling.

these people……

What a bunch of lunatics!

More and more children died in the fighting, and Yong finally couldn't help but let out a roar, and rushed towards the group of ants who were not afraid of death, and the fight was even more bloody...

just began.

When the streets returned to silence, it was already an hour later.

The rising morning light shines in the distance. Maybe it won't take long for the fog that fills the streets to dissipate...

The dying Yongshi was lying in the middle of the street.

Its body was wrapped with iron chains and dripping with blood, just like Prometheus tied to a rock.

Although its ideal is not to bring light and heat to the world, but pure malice and darkness. As it said, half of the chaos in this land originated from here, and the person who completely opened the magic box is it.

The wounds no longer heal, and as players discussed on the forum, its recovery ability has limits.

Continuous injuries will accelerate the consumption of biomass energy in his body, and if it is not replenished through food, the limit of recovery will soon be exceeded.

As the players fired hot metal shrapnel into its body one after another, it finally couldn't hold up and fell down.

Although the players also paid a lot of casualties for this.

But how can anyone not die in a group fight?

According to the agreed rules, every player who sacrifices can receive at least 300 silver coins as compensation - equivalent to three days' income of the next game.

Those dead brothers are probably shouting and bragging on the forum now.

It’s indeed worth bragging about.

That's a death claw as high as two stories high...

This is the first time they have seen the closed beta test server since it has been open for so long.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, what is that plan?"

Breathing heavily, he wiped the blood from his forehead with his big eyes sitting on the abandoned car, looked at the construction site boy and Brick and asked.

The construction site boy and Brick didn't have time to answer.

Sitting on the edge of the water, he answered for him with a smile.

"Plan B is no plan."

The boy at the construction site nodded with Brick and said.

"That's right, whatever plan you want, just do it!"

If the roller hair washing machine was here, it would definitely respond, but unfortunately his head has flown to nowhere.

According to the results of their previous discussion with Taiwei.

If the sneak attack didn't kill the Yong family, everyone would go up together and fight in a group. This was their plan.

In fact, the construction workers think Plan A is completely redundant.

Before the boss battle is officially triggered, the boss of this level is absolutely locked in health. How can it be killed by a sneak attack?

Anyway, I gotta get it in the end.

It's better to rush in and fight in a group from the beginning.

Debt said with big eyes and couldn't laugh or cry.

"This is too messy."

Edge Paddling grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Otherwise, all possible means have been used. If you really want to determine the outcome, you still have to see the truth through your subordinates."

As he spoke, he looked at the sky filled with thick fog in the distance and squinted his eyes slightly.

That's where the Heart of Steel floats.

In front of that behemoth, even the two-story Deathclaw Mother was just a slightly larger grasshopper.

The savagery that came across the desert was the real threat they had to face. Looking at the tail and sesame paste walking towards them, as well as the big white bear covered in blood, Yongshi finally had a hint of panic in his eyes.

At this moment, it was lying on the ground dying, its eyes no longer had the unruly and arrogant look, and there was a trace of begging in its hoarse voice.

"Let me go, I can help you become stronger. Don't you want more power?"

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

"There are many kinds of power. We just have different understandings of power."

Moving his stiff neck, Yongshi looked in the direction of the voice. The moment he met the man's gaze, his amber pupils shrank suddenly.

"Aren't you dead?!" Yong couldn't help but screamed.

Three days ago, it clearly looked at the woman in front of it with its own eyes. After reading the last experiment log, it pointed the gun at Sun Six and pulled the trigger.

At that time, the fire was flickering, and the brains and blood covered the wall. It was a pity for a second or two.

But now, the person who was supposed to die stood in front of it again. Yongshi's eyes were dull, but Sisi didn't intend to explain nonsense to it, and just smiled lightly.

"I'm disappointed, but you don't need to think about those troublesome things. It's over."

After skydiving, she had to drive more than 20 kilometers. The long journey along the way made her exhausted.

But fortunately, I still caught up.

"Oh! It's up to you!" Taili said with a thumbs up and his eyes shining, "Give it the final blow!"

Sisi smiled and made a three-gram oil gesture.

"Oh, thanks Awei."

He raised the corners of his mouth proudly and said generously with his tail.

"You're welcome! Just remember not to break your head! I promised Brother Warfield, I'll leave this guy's head to him!"

In exchange for those three 100 artillery rounds.

Thanks to that round of barrage coverage, at least half of the boss's health bar was consumed for them.

"Don't worry, I will take off its head completely."

Seeing Si Si approaching step by step with an ax in his hand, Yong's eyes were filled with fear, and his huge body tried desperately to break free.

However, the chains hanging on the abandoned cars and street lamps held it firmly in place.

"Please don't."

"Don't thank me. This ax is specially prepared for you!"

As she spoke, she raised the ax high above her head with a whoosh, and slashed at the neck as thick as a giant python one after another.

At first, Yongshi was still howling and begging for mercy, but later on, no sound could be heard at all, leaving only the muffled sound of a blunt instrument chopping flesh.

Hot blood sprayed all over the street.

The scene was comparable to a slaughterhouse.

Watching from a distance, the big-eyed debtor couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Damn it, is it so bloody? "

The young man at the construction site and Bian stared at each other with their eyes wide open, and suddenly they said something.

Love it, love it. "

Edge paddling: ot”

Debt-eyed: "???"

[Mission: Kill Yongshi (completed)] [Mission: Obtain permission for Shelter 79 (in progress)] [Mission:] A light blue pop-up window indicating that the mission has been completed flashed on the v screen.

Looking at the finally severed head, Si Si threw the ax covered in blood fat aside and shook his sore right hand.

“This guy’s neck is pretty stiff.”

Tails standing next to him nodded seriously.

"Hmm, it took me a long time to chop."

Rourou and Sesame had a dumbfounded expression on their faces, and they mourned for a few seconds of silence in their hearts for this unlucky guy.

No one sympathized with it, though.

It may have done some good things, but they are nothing compared to the evil it has committed over the past century.

What's more, this guy can no longer be regarded as a human being, and they will not extend their sympathy to the enemy who attacks their companions.

But then again, even though Eiji used them insidiously, the material feet that fell from it were not annoying at all.

For example, the skin of the Death Claw is especially suitable for making backpacks and leather goods. When paired with Devil's Silk, it can be used to make the most advanced protective gear, which is even stronger than Kevlar!

The only drawback is that it is difficult to mass produce.

However, after obtaining the permission of Vault 79, this problem will no longer exist.

As long as you get enough psychic interferometers, let alone using Death Claw skins as backpacks, you can even create a "Death Claw Knights" without any problem!

Players began to clean up the battlefield.

At this time, the battlefield atmosphere team slowly walked over from a distance.

After calling the legion's artillery attack earlier, he stood far aside. Now that the battle was over, it was finally time for him to appear.

Glancing at the blood-smeared street, he couldn't help but smack his tongue when he saw the man dragging half of the body to the edge of the roadside.

"Damn, how many of you died?"

Edge Paddling said casually.

"I haven't counted yet. What's wrong with a hundred or so?"

"Nothing, just a little admired," Warfield said with emotion, "Your battle losses are still as high as ever."

Edge Paddling smiled sheepishly.

"Ahem, everyone is quite reckless, but it doesn't get in the way, as long as we can win."

Players who pursue survival rate will not come to Death Corps, just like diners who want to eat steak will not go to a hot pot restaurant.

Although the level of Death Corps players is generally not very high, and only a few players in the t1 echelon have reached v20, their street fighting abilities have been rated quite high even by Quan Shui.

Even in reality, these people are definitely a group of street fighting masters. Their fighting instincts honed through countless deaths can't be quantified through attribute points, but no one would doubt their combat effectiveness.

"Where's the head?" Warlord stretched out his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it for you." Bian pointed at the trash can on the roadside, where there was a bundle of sacks containing Yong's head.

The deathclaw's head, including its neck, was the size of a cow, and it weighed a hundred kilograms even if it was drained of blood.

The battlefield atmosphere team stepped forward, untied the tight hemp rope, took a look, and said with satisfaction.

"That's right, that's right. You won't be able to find it even if you wear iron shoes. It doesn't take any effort to get it."

"You can find a way to get it back on your own, we won't help you," Edge said with a smile, "Taking this guy's head,

Can you change it to Centurion Dangdang? "

Warlander said with a smile.

"Absolutely."

More than just a centurion!

There are other rewards!

The only pity is that the mission reward is dinar.

There is currently no official exchange rate between dinars and silver coins, and the exchange may not be stable until the Legion map is opened.

"By the way, where are your team members?"

"They, I threw them away halfway and it's not convenient for me to make up a story if I take them with me." As he said, the battlefield atmosphere team rolled his eyes and continued with a playful smile, "By the way, how about you go back with me?" Come on, let’s just say we’re from Beit Street.”

"There are so many people there at one time, you are treating NC as a fool," Bing Shui rolled his eyes and continued, "Take your time, I will send a few people to your place tomorrow to explore the situation. If there is no problem, we will continue. Bring more people in.”

"Okay, then I won't waste time here."

Lifting Deathclaw's head onto his shoulders, the warlord said goodbye, then turned and walked into the already thinning fog.

The edge paddle looked at the cleaned battlefield in the distance, and also shouted to his teammates.

"Brothers, it's time to withdraw."

Debt Big Eyes, who had already packed his equipment, came over.

"where are we going."

Edge Pad thought about it and said.

"Let's go to Xiangling Town first."

Before the fog cleared, they had to find a place to put the trophies to coordinate with the performance after the warlord returned.

If the airship saw the corpses and the messy battlefield there, I'm afraid the warlord couldn't explain how he got the head even if he made it up...

Xiangling Town.

In the courtyard in the center of the Municipal Library, corpses of Deathclaws were lined up neatly, including the big guy without his head and his family.

Wu Tao and Wang Xu, standing aside, had surprise written all over their faces.

It's not just them.

Every survivor in Xiangling Town couldn't help holding their breath and widening their eyes.

Seventeen death claws!

And that two-story-high matrix!

After staring at the guy with the missing head in silence for a long time, Wu Tao swallowed and spoke with difficulty.

"That Deathclaw...is dead?"

Sisi, who knew which end he was referring to, nodded as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, dead."

At this moment, her body was covered with blood, and she was a shocking red from head to toe. Her whole body turned into a bloody person.

When I first came back here, I even scared the children in the village to tears.

The surrounding survivors looked at each other with more or less complicated expressions on their faces.

"Dead, just die," Wu Tao sighed, with a sad look on his face, "I'm afraid the people from the legion will come here again soon."

He didn't expect that alien species that eats people but doesn't spit out bones to become their patron saint and protect the village for the rest of their lives.

However, he had imagined that those savage soldiers would be intimidated by the power of the big guy and would not dare to risk coming here to disturb them again.

Feeling a little sorry in his heart, Sesame Paste whispered.

"This place will soon turn into a battlefield. I suggest you move out as soon as possible."

"That's right!" Taili nodded seriously and said, "You can go to Dawn City, everyone there will be fine! The respected manager will take you in!"

"Really? Thank you for your kindness," Wu Tao sighed and continued troubledly, "But this is our home after all. We have lived here for more than a century and now you suddenly want us to move." "

At this time, Sisi, who was playing with v, suddenly spoke.

"Actually, there is another way..."

Although she was a little afraid of this crazy woman covered in blood, her intuition told Wu Tao that she might have really thought of some good idea.

So he plucked up the courage and asked,

"What, what can I do?"

"Move to Shelter 79. We have vacated several buildings and it is more than enough to accommodate two to three hundred people. If you really don't want to leave your hometown, you can hide there temporarily. It will be the same when you come back to live after the war is over."

"Yes, you can hide in Shelter 79 first!" A surprised expression appeared on Tai Wei's face, he touched his chin and nodded, "... Anyway, we will probably build a new survivor colony here, and it seems that moving to Dawn City will be a good idea. No need."

Sesame Paste hesitated and said: "But... we don't have the authority of Honey Refuge No. 79, right?"

Upon hearing these words, Sisi's blood-stained face suddenly showed a subtle expression.

"Well, regarding this issue, I just wanted to say that although I don't know what the situation is, I seem to have obtained some of the permissions that belong to that guy."

With that said, she handed over the v in her hand.

What I saw on the screen was the surveillance screen of a room in Vault 79, and in the corner of the room, a corpse with its head shot was lying there.

The body was no one else's.

It was herself...

(Two updates, the plot of Shelter 79 is over, and the next step is to count the loot! It’s a little faster than expected. I am still very conscientious in not splitting the big chapter into two chapters? Finally, thank you "Fake Teacher" , "21912", "Whatever You Say", "Keeper's Trumpet", "Don't Come Back After Hearing It", "Night Rain and Spring Comes Again" will reward you! I haven't eaten lunch yet, I'm exhausted, I Take a nap first before writing...)

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