This Game Is Too Realistic

In the communication channel, a busy tone accompanied by the sound of electricity sounded.

With his index finger pressed between his eyebrows, Chu Guang, who was sitting in the office of the manager of Shelter No. 79, hung up the video call from Dawn City a little tiredly.

Three days have passed since he obtained access to Vault 79.

In order to set up a resurrection point and a temporary base in Vault 79, Chu Guang stayed on the front line to arrange work these days and did not ride back with Nicole.

Just ten minutes ago, his little player finally set up a temporary communication base station in the urban area of ​​Ruigu City.

Chu Guang finally got in touch with the rear and learned about Kaliman from Luka, as well as the news that the Legion was invading the Luoxia Province.

Of course he understands the meaning of lips dying and teeth falling cold.

Once the Legion takes over the Luoxia Province, the southern corridor of the River Valley Province will become the frontline of the Legion's battle with the Great Rift Valley.

By then, everything from Dawn City to Dawn City and even the entire southern part of the River Valley Province will become a battlefield.

All the wealth created by players and alliance residents in the past year will be lost in the war.

If the Heart of Steel hadn't arrived at their doorstep, thousands of Alliance players would have turned into mercenaries and rushed to the front lines to fight against the Legion.

Just when Chu Guang was about to discuss countermeasures with Vanus, the communication that had been restored for less than ten minutes was suddenly interrupted.

There were footsteps outside the corridor.

Before the doorbell rang, Chu Guang opened the office door, and as expected, he saw a head of long silver-white hair.

Standing at the door of the office, Heya complained with a depressed look.

"I was sending a copy of the data here back to the alliance's server, but just now it suddenly lost speed. What happened?"

Chu Guang did not answer immediately, but glanced at v, only to see the report from the player flashing in the light blue pop-up window.

[Tail: giao! We are under enemy artillery attack! 】【Tail: Sir! The balloon floated away! (a)] From these two lines of messages, we can roughly understand what just happened.

After sighing and closing the pop-up window, Chu Guang briefly answered Heya's question.

"The source of the signal is probably located... The Legion's airship fired several shots at the temporary communication device we just deployed."

Putting away her complaining expression, Heya asked with a worried look.

"Ah? So...are you okay?"

"There's still news, it should be fine."

There are many bunkers in the urban area, so unless sub-nuclear weapons such as cloud bombs are used, the damage from shelling will be limited.

For the Heart of Steel, this is the "enemy behind" far away from the supply line after all. Their shells are obviously not rich enough to bomb randomly without feeling distressed.

Guessing that the other party would probably send ground troops over to confirm the damage, Chu Guang issued a new order to the players on the mission to evacuate from the vicinity of the bombardment area.

Although long-distance communication has not been restored, there is still no problem with short-distance communication.

A weak signal makes it difficult to locate a specific location. At most, the other party knows that someone is there, but it is difficult to accurately determine where the person is.

"People safe is good…"

After scratching the back of his head, Heya was too embarrassed to continue urging, so she changed the topic and continued talking about other things.

"By the way, when I was searching the server of this shelter, I accidentally discovered some interesting things that may interest you."

"What?" Chu Guang raised his eyebrows curiously.

His Xiaoqi was disconnected less than ten minutes after connecting here. He has not yet fully scanned the server of this shelter.

This shelter had already given him enough surprises.

So after hearing Heya use the word "interesting" to describe his discovery, he immediately became interested.

Seeing the expression on Chu Guang's face, Heya raised the corner of her mouth with a proud smile and continued in a cheerful tone.

"I found a set of exoskeleton blueprints designed for the Death Claw in the private database of a researcher numbered a-7274. Although the project is not included in the shelter research project directory, the completion of the blueprints But it’s surprisingly high, almost to the point of acceptance… I’ll send it to you directly.”

With that said, Heya stretched out her index finger and tapped twice on the screen of v, and quickly shared the data with Chu Guang's v.

Chu Guang opened the file and took a look and found that it was a three-dimensional model containing the parameters of each part. It contains hundreds of parts, and the complexity is probably between "Miner Type" and "Five Type".

Give this drawing to Xiaoqi, and it will not be difficult to make a prototype through a magnetic constraint cutting machine. As for industrial mass production, if some configurations are omitted, it should not be difficult to imitate a beggar's version.

Although this set of equipment is still on the drawing board, the designer of the equipment still gave it a name that fits the identity of Swann's Claw - Hunter!

Looking at Chu Guang who was very interested, Heya standing aside continued.

"The Death Claw's body grows very quickly. It can grow from a cub to a height of 1.5 meters in one year, and will reach 2~2.5 meters in five months and enter adulthood."

"Therefore, the design of this exoskeleton focuses on the adaptability of the equipment and strengthens the ductility of each structure. It can be worn by adult individuals with a spine length between 2 and 4 meters. However, in contrast, the exoskeleton The coverage area of ​​the bone armor is slightly lacking and can only protect the wearer's head and chest."

"My guess is that the researchers here probably considered that after transplanting consciousness into the Deathclaw, it would be difficult to operate the tools originally designed for the human body, so they designed a set of exoskeletons specially prepared for the Deathclaw."

It’s easy to understand why the plan was abandoned.

Even if Heya didn't mention it, Chu Guang could probably guess it.

Just take a look at the mother of deathclaws outside.

As long as the serum is injected, the growth will not stop. No matter how perfect the equipment is designed, it will only accompany them for a dozen or even a few years at most.

Compared to an endless lifespan, this amount of time only lasts as long as a sneeze.

Since the growth rates of various tissues and bones in the body are different, the idea of ​​enlarging the exoskeleton to equal proportions is not feasible and can only be redesigned for different life stages.

Therefore, the idea of ​​mechanical reinforcement was simply abandoned.

"Not bad...this set of equipment can be used by our wolf cavalry." Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction, archived the drawings, and planned to pass them to Xiao Qi after the communication was restored.

"Wolf Cavalry?"

"The Army is currently researching a project. We plan to build a cavalry unit that can move quickly... Although it sounds a bit outdated to say this in 2341, we plan to give it a try," Chu Guang replied casually, " Don’t worry about it, leave the war to us, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Heya nodded in understanding.

She doesn't know much about war.

However, she knew in her heart that if the alliance lost, she would no longer be able to focus on the research she was interested in as now.

"Anyway, it would be great if I could help. I'm going back to the laboratory first, you guys... come on."

When she reached the door, she stopped and suddenly made a joke in a sarcastic tone.

"By the way, what I said just now sounds quite safe."

Without waiting for his answer.

The brisk footsteps walked away from the corridor.

Ruigu City urban area.

The spring commander, who was crawling on the roof of a residential building, was holding a telescope and looking at the billowing smoke gradually dissipating in the distance.

Next to him was an abandoned water tank, and diagonally across from him was the stairwell, and his current position was just so that he couldn't be directly seen by the airship.

The grave ghost hunter lying next to him also held a telescope in his hand, staring in the same direction as Brother Quan Shui.

He was killed by a warlord a few days ago, and he parachuted back just two days ago.

Although the warlord said on the forum that he had "destroyed the corpses and traces" for him, for the sake of safety, he stayed away from the front line and followed Commander Quanshui.

Based on past experience, nothing will happen if you stay with Lao Gou Coin.

The only drawback is that it's a bit boring. Unless absolutely necessary, this guy will hardly appear on the front line.

And even if it does appear, it basically won't start.

Such as now.

Don’t talk about exoskeletons.

This guy doesn't even have a gun.

It was really boring to lie down, and the ghost hunter couldn't help but ask.

"Are you sure the Legion members will come?"

Quan Shui thought for a while and replied.

"More than 80% probability."

"Then why is there no movement at all?"

Annoyed by the question, Quan Shui rolled his eyes at him.

"Others don't need time when they come over? Don't rush me, just wait."

The words just fell.

There was indeed movement in the streets in the distance.

I saw a group of soldiers with live ammunition carefully surrounding the explosion area, covering each other and rushing through the collapsed wall.

The leaders were naturally the well-equipped soldiers, while the soldiers in black robes held down the formation behind, urging the cannon fodder into the ruins of the building.

Looking at the group of ghostly figures, the old ghost suddenly had a surprised expression on his face and muttered in a fuss.

"Damn, the people from the legion are really here."

"With such a large signal power, if I were the commander on the opposite side, I would send someone to check it out."

The other side should regard that communication base station as their headquarters.

Silently thinking in his heart, Quan Shui stared intently at the group of soldiers on the street in the distance, carefully observing their equipment and staffing. Based on these days of investigation, he had basically figured out the legion's attendance pattern.

If it is a normal duty mission, the Space Marine Corps will send a team of about ten people to act together with the Centurion Army.

The former is often responsible for supervising battles and providing support, while the latter is responsible for charging, sweeping buildings, exploring paths, and breaking off the rear... In short, these are tasks with a high mortality rate.

If it is an encirclement and suppression campaign against guerrillas, more than three regular army centurions will often be dispatched to cooperate with more than five retinue centurions.

According to the intelligence from the battlefield brother, the number of survivors in the Fallen Leaf Camp is currently close to 20,000, and the size of the Hu Congjun has also expanded from the original 500 to 2,000.

If it weren't for the organizational structure of the Luoye Camp's subordinates, the legion would have wanted to issue a Ripper to every young man who could carry a gun.

Due to the lack of losers who know how to fight, the current promotion speed of junior officers in the army is like riding a rocket.

By the way, Warlander is now the top contender for the Centurion.

After all, he was a centurion personally promoted by General McClun. Not only had he hunted Death Claws, but he was also the only person who had won a battle with the corporate guerrillas on a frontal battlefield.

And most of the players who followed him in, also got into the positions of junior officers such as captains of ten.

After confirming that Warfield Man was not among this group of people, Graveyard Ghost Hunter said eagerly.

"Want to surprise them?"

"This is too close to the airship. Their gun barrels are probably aimed at this urban area," Commander Quanshui looked up at the sky, thought for a while and continued, "Let's wait until dark."

Just now, he suddenly thought of a good idea.

I heard that the brothers of the Death Corps have captured a lot of junk guys recently, and they have also acquired a new batch of new equipment built with the help of goblin technology.

Just give them a chance to try their skills...

Late at night.

A group of soldiers in black robes advanced in the darkness.

About ten hours ago, they destroyed a communication base station in the city. Just as the sky darkened, a new high-power signal source was located in the city.

There was no hesitation.

As the coordinates were sent to the artillery position, the artillery team on standby immediately fired three rounds of 100 artillery pieces at the target. A total of nine rounds bathed the area where the signal source was located.

To set up this radio station at the risk of being bombed, the other party obviously has something important to communicate with the rear.

Whether it was asking for reinforcements or reporting news from the front line, they were not going to give the other side a chance to speak.

Rachel conveyed the command's order to the Fallen Leaf Camp.

Soon a hundred-man team composed of wastelanders completed their assembly, and joined the ten-man team sent by the Air Marine Corps, and marched into the city shrouded in night.

"Why don't we just serve them with cannonballs? Do you have to go over and have a look?"

Looking around at the dark buildings around them, the soldiers in black robes were advancing vigilantly and couldn't help but whisper to the commander beside them.

It's not a good idea to go into town after dark.

Any window here could be hiding a muzzle.

The officer walking in the queue just repeated the order expressionlessly.

"The artillery has already exploded. The signal source has been weakened but not completely interrupted. It is suspected to be reinforced with explosion-proof bunkers. We have to go over and see what was just exploded and whether there are any living people there."

As he spoke, the officer looked at the pangolin beside him.

"Take a few of you to the front to investigate."

"yes!"

As a professional cannon fodder, the battlefield atmosphere team responded neatly and consciously walked in front.

Not only that, he also roped in several confidants he had trained, including the young man named Li Ba at the beginning.

"You guys, follow me!"

Everyone who was called to take the lead looked bitter, but they still followed the "pangolin" reluctantly.

Looking at their expressions, the battlefield atmosphere team smiled inwardly, but did not explain.

There is no need to explain at all, these people will naturally thank themselves after a while.

As for everyone else.

Just wish yourself good luck.

There is no such thing as death in war.

Leading his men at the front of the team, the warlord quickly approached the building that had just been baptized by artillery.

This place used to be a shopping mall, only five stories high. The dome of the steel structure was wrapped with green vines, but now it has collapsed along with the broken steel bars.

Looking at the area in the open-air mall, Li Ba, who was following him, held his rifle tightly and felt his calves shaking constantly.

Swallowing his sleep, he glanced nervously at the centurion beside him, the werewolf named Pangolin.

"…Are we going in?"

Warlander didn't bother to explain to him, so he just said briefly.

"Follow me soon."

Li Ba nodded immediately.

Although he couldn't give a specific reason, his intuition told him that as long as he followed the guy in front of him closely, he could survive.

After passing through the security check channel at the main entrance and walking into the interior of the mall, the battlefield atmosphere team looked around with guns in hand and couldn't help but smack their tongues.

"Damn. These big noses are pretty accurate at blowing up."

The previous rounds of artillery shells almost all passed through the curved roof of the shopping mall accurately and landed in the center of the wide patio, blowing the area around here to pieces.

According to the information that the Storm Corps had verified with their lives before, the Corps was able to locate the location of the radio signal, but the positioning accuracy was unclear.

Now, the warlords are almost certain that the positioning technology of these big noses can be almost accurate to a point on the map for radio signals in a specific power range within twenty kilometers.

Walking towards the center of the explosion, the warrior searched carefully and soon found a backpack that had fallen from the fifth floor next to a pile of scattered shopping carts.

The backpack was made of ordinary linen, and contained a radio station and a solid-state hydrogen battery. In addition, a walkie-talkie was tied with tape, and it repeated the pre-recorded recording intermittently with a weak voice.

This is where the signal comes from.

It was also the radio bait prepared by Brother Quan Shui.

Li Ba came closer and took a look, and Li Ba, who was following him closely, couldn't help but ask.

"What's going on in there?"

Although the walkie-talkie kept talking, he couldn't understand what it was saying at all.

Warlander replied casually.

"have no idea."

As a double agent of the alliance, of course he could understand it. It was Mr. Zhao's cross talk that was playing on the walkie-talkie. It had just finished playing "Selling Kidnappings", and then started playing "To Make You Fun".

The only uncertainty now is whether the Heart of Steel can monitor the specific content of the radio.

If he could, he could probably imagine the scene.

A group of electronic warfare officers sat at a table, listening to the cross talk attentively and racking their brains to analyze the intelligence that might be hidden inside.

no. …

After all, he is a double agent of the alliance, so he can't laugh now.

Unable to hold it in, the warlord covered up the smile leaking from his mouth with a dry cough, took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and read the lines he had long memorized to the officers outside.

"The first floor is safe. An enemy radio station was found...in a backpack. It must have fallen from upstairs. Do we need to continue searching upstairs?"

The officers on guard outside soon received an expected answer.

"Keep searching!"

"receive!"

With a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, the warlord hung up the communication, turned to look at the few confidants behind him, cleared the noise and ordered.

"Start the search from the second floor, check every corner carefully, and don't let go of any suspicious clues!"

"action!"

Just as Warfield was exploring the second floor with his henchmen, the streets outside the mall were completely silent.

Seeing that there was no movement at all in the building, the officers standing outside could probably see it. The people inside were either dead or had evacuated.

Seeing that there was probably no battle to fight tonight, he simply took out a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match and lit it.

Acrid smoke filled the nostrils.

He was about to take a look at the time on his watch.

However, at this moment, through the moonlight shining on the street, he caught a glimpse of amber pupils hidden in the darkness.

A hissing low groan floated up.

The monster with its sword on the wall was staring straight in his direction, its amber pupils filled with the desire for killing and blood.

The officer's face lost all color in an instant, and the burning cigarette butt fell from the gap between his stiff lips, shattering the ashes.

Especially when he found out it wasn't a pair at all.

But when we are in a group

"It's Deathclaw!"

The officer opened the noise door and roared loudly. At the same time, he reached for the rifle and pulled the trigger first.

"Get ready to fight!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, the death claws with swords on the walls and roofs roared and rushed towards the soldiers guarding the streets outside the mall.

The tranquility on the street was instantly torn apart by the sound of gunfire that exploded like firecrackers. The flashing gun flames reflected the faces distorted by fear.

It wasn't just the deathclaws that frightened them.

But there are people riding on the backs of those death claws!

Not only did those people tie themselves to the backs of the Death Claws in an extremely brutal manner, but they also held a variety of weapons in their hands.

Some are rifles, some are trolls, and some should be rifle grenades or similar.

Before colliding with the Death Claws, the soldiers guarding the streets had been blown away by a round of preemptive grenades and grenades.

In just a few breaths, this group of cavalry "flying over walls and climbing over walls" rushed close to them, and their hot breath even blew into their faces.

At this moment, the soldiers of the first legion truly realized what fear and cruelty meant.

This group of bloodthirsty beasts are almost invincible when fighting at extreme distances. Often, just a wave of their claws can result in a bloody storm and broken limbs.

Whether it was the wastelanders who followed the army or the soldiers in black robes, they were all being harvested crazily in fear of death. They were unable to put up effective resistance and could only scatter and flee into the buildings.

Everyone in the mall obviously heard the commotion outside.

Looking out the window at the chaos on the street, Li Ba's face was full of fear. The rifle in his hand was already aimed at a galloping cavalry.

However, he could not muster the courage to pull the trigger.

At this time, a hand reached out from the side, grasped the barrel of his gun, and gently pulled it back from the window.

Li Ba turned around and saw his centurion, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Don't shoot to attract those monsters. We are no match for them..." He made a silent gesture and looked out the window.

He said in a deep voice, "You hide here, I will find a way to rescue our commander."

There was chaos in the streets.

Gunshots could still be heard before, but now there were almost only screams and wails, as well as shocking severed limbs and blood.

These beasts are extremely cruel in their methods.

In order to enjoy fresh prey, they almost never kill the prey. Instead, after the opponent completely loses the ability to move, they quickly rush to the next one without any delay.

Since the two sides were already engaged in a close-quarters firefight, the airships watching from the sky could only act anxiously and could not support them at all.

In just two minutes, Hu Congjun's hundred-man team suffered heavy casualties, and the legion's ten-man team was almost wiped out.

Seeing that there were no more targets on the street that could be attacked, the cavalry flying over the walls retreated from the battlefield without any delay, just as they had when they suddenly rushed out.

Looking at the ghost figures that dispersed and fled into the darkness, the officer who was dragged into the mall by a follower still had a frightened expression on his face.

Panting heavily, he looked down at the blood marks on his chest, then looked at the centurion named Pangolin beside him, and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth gratefully.

"Thanks…"

The Warlander said nothing.

Mainly because I'm worried about showing off my flaws.

Finally regaining his composure, the officer took a deep breath and made a calm judgment.

"We have to get out of here...

The warlord glanced at the wailing soldiers and retinues outside, and asked in a low voice.

"Where are the wounded?"

A trace of unbearability flashed in the officer's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by sternness.

"They...are dead."

Unexpectedly, the company could actually control the alien war hopper. This was so different from the information they had that it was hard to accept.

Especially he couldn't be sure how many Death Claws were hidden in the city like the one just now. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for the command to approve support.

Hearing the officer's answer, the warlord sighed inwardly.

Pity…

After the remaining ground troops evacuated, the Heart of Steel delivered area firepower toward the city, and the cannons rang out for more than ten minutes.

General McClung stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge, staring at the urban area lit by artillery fire, his expressionless face filled with gloom.

He always has an illusion.

The longer they stayed here, the more corporate soldiers they killed. Instead of being weakened, their opponents became stronger.

First there were planes flying faster than cannonballs, and now there were cavalry charging on Death Claws. The moves on the other side were getting more and more outrageous, and their advantage was becoming less and less obvious. How many reinforcements had the company sent here? .

Or maybe his intelligence was wrong from the beginning.

Staff officer Shen Shenghui, who was standing aside, reported.

"That signal source seems to be a bait set by the other party."

"Just now, we detected more signal sources in the city, coming from different areas and using different frequency bands. We can monitor the content of their calls, but we cannot analyze the language they use."

General McClung was about to speak.

However, at this moment, an officer walked to the bridge door.

"Report! Communication request from General Griffin!"

McClung said expressionlessly.

"Connect to the conference room and ask him to wait for me for two minutes."

"Yes!" the officer replied, turned around and trotted away from the bridge.

After temporarily handing over the command to the adjutant, McClung then turned around and left the bridge, heading to the conference room upstairs.

There was a table in the conference room, with a silver-white machine in the center. Seeing General McClun nod, the officer standing at the door immediately exited the room.

The overhead light is off.

The conference room was dark.

However, light blue light particles floated up from the central device of the conference table, lighting up the space again. Not long after, a man about forty or fifty years old appeared in the holographic image.

His nose was raised, his face was resolute, and he exuded an aura like a lion, but his eyes were very much like a fox.

Looking at the face in the holographic image, McClun had a trace of boredom in his eyes.

However, after all, that guy had one more star on his shoulder than he did, so he still took the initiative to give a military salute and spoke patiently after the other person returned the salute.

"What's up."

"Be happy, it's good news," the man in the holographic image smiled faintly and continued calmly, "Your Excellency, the Legion Commander has adjusted our deployment in Luoxia Province, and now we have officially intervened in Falcon The war between the kingdom and the desert kings.

As a militant, this is indeed something to be happy about.

Only by opening up territory for the legion can we make achievements, and only by war can we plunder more wealth, land and slaves.

However, at this moment, McClun didn't have much happy expression on his face.

It was obvious that the man in front of him had taken away the biggest credit, and there was a high probability that he wouldn't even have soup left when he returned.

Griffin seemed to understand the expression on the captain's face, and continued in a gentle tone.

"I originally wanted to wait for you to come back before carrying out the next plan, but we unexpectedly encountered a raid by corporate reinforcements. Before those desert residents received support from the east coast, we could only take action first. Of course, I believe you I’ve heard about this from other places.”

After clearing the noise, the man standing in the holographic image continued.

"Now, I ask you to execute a new order and immediately set off for Desert No. 9 to support the ground forces of the Falcon Kingdom! I hope you have not wasted all the ammunition. Before you return to Hong Kong to resupply, there are at least two tough battles waiting for you. .”

"Corporate reinforcements?!"

He didn't listen to the second half of Griffin's sentence at all. The moment he heard the first half of the sentence, McClun's face showed obvious surprise or disbelief!

The composure he had exerted could no longer be maintained. He slammed his hands on the table and couldn't help but raise his voice.

"This is impossible!"

"The company's reinforcements have been pinned down in the southern part of the River Valley Province by us, and our airships have been blocking this plain! I can be sure that starting from the first sentence of this month, no team... not even a caravan will come from here. Into the desert."

"Moreover, if you encounter reinforcements from the enterprise, who are we fighting with?!"

A chuckle came from the communication channel.

There was some irritating sarcasm in that hehe.

"Who knows."

"Maybe he's an indigenous person."

(I have to hang up my fluids for two days and have to go back again later. The doctor is actually familiar with me...)

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