This Game Is Too Realistic

The sun sank into the bottom of the sea, and the night at the circular island port was peaceful. However, the French Fries Port, two hundred nautical miles away, was very lively.

Fires flickered in the forest, explosions and gunshots occurred one after another, and the communication channel was filled with noisy shouts, accompanied from time to time by the roars and cries of alien species.

The remote-controlled weapon station on the top of the "Husky" tracked vehicle continued to fire, pouring 20-caliber warheads towards the dark jungle. The grenade launcher hanging on the side made a banging sound from time to time, exploding in the jungle. Fire mixed with smoke.

What was under siege was the convoy of the scientific expedition team that was conducting an in-depth inspection of the ruins in Shilong City.

They arrived at the site of a signal receiving station half an hour ago, and were ready to recover the coordinates and identification codes of astronomical observation satellites stored in the local server's hard drive.

If you can reconnect to the satellite, you can try to recover the access records and historical IPs saved on the satellite memory, thus lighting up a large area of ​​high-value targets on the map that are worth exploring.

For the excavation of the entire city's ruins, this signal receiving station is equivalent to the key to the first door of the maze.

However, what no one expected was that when the advance team of the Jungle Corps entered the signal receiving station, what was waiting for them turned out to be a huge nest of mutant ants!

In fact, when they saw the one-meter-diameter passage, everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts. And when they entered the database, that bad feeling quickly became a reality.

Dark green mutant aphids filled the entire passage with almost no room to stay. The mutant ants had transformed this passage into a pasture for breeding aphids!

A mutant soldier ant that was as high as his knees quickly discovered them, and the two sides started a fierce fight in the narrow passage.

Three players risked their lives and rushed into a database filled with slimy bugs. Following the prompts in the exoskeleton helmet's eyepiece, they dismantled the chitin-covered chassis and ripped off the motherboard with the hard drive plugged into it.

Of the ten players who entered the ruins first, only five came back alive, and one of the remaining four lost an arm.

The tribe's pasture was destroyed, and the angry ant colony surged out of the ant nest like a black wave and rushed towards the people near the tracked vehicle.

These bugs are much stronger than the little guys in Vault 100.

Especially the soldier ants in the colony.

Not only do they have thick and sharp jaws like sickles, but they also have the vitality to survive being shot several times, and the power to bite off tree trunks with one bite.

Under the order of the queen ant, they stepped on the corpses of their fallen counterparts and rushed towards the tracked vehicle one after another.

Even though the alliance's firepower is fierce enough, the number of these guys is too exaggerated and seems to be endless.

"MMP! This is much stronger than the green belt of Jinchuan Province!" His ears were buzzing from the continuous sound of gunfire. The model worker tensed up his nerves and pressed down on the light machine gun that continued to fire. He yelled loudly.

"Reload! Cover me!" Pressing down the hot and red barrel of the gun, the Pi City paratrooper on the side knocked off the empty drum, took a new one from his back and hurriedly inserted it.

At this time, an RPG trailing white smoke jumped out from above his head, and the falling sparks and thick smoke covered his face.

"Sun! What the hell are you-" Before he could finish his words while coughing, the rocket hit the tree trunk only twenty meters away from him.

The instantaneous explosion of thermobaric bombs opened up a cloud of fire and white smoke, shaking the surrounding trees. A dozen mutated ants seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, screaming and being pressed by the hot air waves. fell to the ground.

Everyone got a moment to breathe, but before they could rest for a while, the tidal swarm of ants came up again.

"There are too many of them!" A player shouted loudly in the communication channel with his index finger on his helmet.

Just when everyone could no longer hold on, the long-awaited retreat order finally appeared in the communication channel.

"...The hard drive has been recovered, and each team will retreat according to the planned route!"

"receive!"

The model worker holding the machine gun folded up its stand, stepped clumsily through the fluffy grass and branches, and retreated in the direction of the tracked vehicle.

Several people alternately fired at the ant colony, retreating and fighting in groups of three, and finally retreated to the vicinity of the "Husky" tracked vehicle.

The vehicle, as tall as a bulldozer, had turned around and retreated in the direction it came from with the fire support provided by four ten-man teams.

Looking at the wreckage scattered on the ground, a player had a reluctant expression on his face and reached out to grab some materials to take back for questioning. In the end, his arm was almost bitten off by the mutated ants that were still alive.

Fortunately, the team leader on the side saw this and sent the living ant away with a shuttle, and then pulled the unlucky guy back from the edge of death.

"You're so desperate!" Looking at the idiot holding a mutated ant corpse in his hands, the captain couldn't help but cursed, "How long have you been touching the corpse!"

The player chuckled and touched his helmet.

"Don't I want to take one back to study..."

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, the captain pushed the guy's shoulder in the direction of the tracked vehicle and shouted.

"Hurry! Put it in the car and leave!"

The Alliance has no aircraft deployed in this area and cannot provide air support. However, fortunately, the brothers of the Burning Corps built a temporary artillery position near the camp during the day. This time, the support weapons transported from Dawn City included 155 artillery pieces.

Borrowing the radio from the tracked vehicle, Midnight Killer quickly made contact with the friendly forces in the rear and reported the situation here.

"This is the jungle corps. We are besieged by a dense ant colony. The coordinates are 1091, 1222...requesting fire support to be extended to the north!"

A rustling electric sound came from the earphones, and soon came the friendly army's answer.

"Roger! The 155th artillery position is in place, give us a minute!"

"Hurry up!!"

Yelling at the communication channel, Midnight Killer hung up the communication and then swung the chain saw welded to the prosthetic left arm and slashed at the mutated ants rushing towards the side.

With a squeaking and scraping sound, the carapace covered in ginger-yellow mucus flew in all directions under the heavy blow of the chain saw. A mutated soldier ant that was half a man tall was cut into two pieces from the middle!

The movements of his hands did not stop. Looking at the mutated soldier ants biting up from the side, Midnight Killer raised the barrel of the bolt gun welded to his right arm and fired a spray.

Thick tongues of fire flickered, and 19 shotgun blasts hit the mutant soldier ant's forehead firmly, turning the huge head and mouthparts into a sieve.

Standing in the ant colony, he was like a killing god, and he had taken down countless "heads" with his wide-ranging attacks.

Looking at the teams that were already engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the alien species, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hold on! Fire support is coming soon!"

Encouraged by the roar, a group of tough men from the jungle corps broke out with the momentum of killing mutants. They pulled out the engineer shovels and logging axes hanging on their exoskeletons, and started a hand-to-hand fight with the mutant soldier ants that rushed nearby. Fight.

A strength player threw the broken logging ax aside, picked up the cobblestones on the ground, and used brute force to smash the mutated soldier ants riding on him into a pulp.

There was also a newbie who had just joined the group who was even more aggressive. After his legs were cut off by the mutated ant's mouthparts, he directly picked up half of the calf that had fallen to the ground with the flesh attached, and smashed it with a fierce punch. He took half of the head of an ant half as tall as a man.

The battle finally entered the melee phase that the Jungle Corps is best at.

Under the stimulation of the blood, everyone's eyes turned red.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell which side was human and which was beast.

"Crazy! Totally crazy!"

The model worker screamed, threw away the machine gun that had emptied the magazine, picked up the hatchet and rushed forward, chopping it up like meat.

In just one minute, the total casualties of the fifty-man team were close to 30%!

Although the ant colony also suffered heavy losses, these guys are bugs who don't know what death is after all, and the word "retreat" does not exist in the dictionary.

Just when everyone's situation was in danger, the artillery bombardment called a minute ago finally arrived on the battlefield.

Almost on time.

Flashes of fire flew into the sky amidst thunderous roars, and a moment later they hit the dense forest in front of the jungle corps like raindrops.

The bursts of fire and smoke were like piranha flowers blooming in the rainforest. The mutated ants with claws and fangs fell down in pieces like wheat, and were torn into pieces in the explosion fragments and hot air waves. broken into pieces.

The first round of bombardment was just a prelude.

Before the mutated ants could recover from the explosion, a second round of shelling followed.

The roaring artillery fire extended for a full five hundred meters towards the north, blasting the entire rainforest into a mess. Broken branches and vines were everywhere, and black mud rolled from the ground to the tree crowns.

"Alas!"

"Well done!"

After getting rid of a few mutated ants that managed to survive, everyone put away their mucus-stained logging axes and gun barrels that were red with heat, and cheered for the rest of their lives.

The scientific researchers on the crawler vehicle also breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for Meng Liang who had followed Chu Guang on the battlefield, this was the first time for most of the people here to return to a place so close to the front line.

Listening to the bullet casings falling on the roof of the car, many people's hearts were in their throats.

After wiping the sweat from his face, Meng Liang pretended to be relaxed and looked at his subordinates aside, and gave the researchers a comforting smile.

"See, I told you...it's actually not that scary." As he said this, he shook his legs to hide the softness of his calves.

Everyone looked at Brother Meng with admiration in their eyes, and secretly said in their hearts that he is indeed someone who has seen the world with the manager.

But they don't know it.

Although this man did follow the administrator to the front line, the so-called front line was only limited to the bridge of the airship.

This was the first time he had seen warheads flying around like this.

It's not normal to not panic.

The fighting outside is over.

The mutant ant colony suffered heavy damage under the bombardment of 155 artillery pieces and has completely died out.

In this night-filled rainforest, the ground was filled with mutated ants that were missing arms and legs and could not stand up. Their few remaining legs were flapping in the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

As if realizing that chasing prey was impossible, some mutant worker ants with slightly smaller mouthparts began to pour out of the nest, dragging the injured mutant soldier ants back to the nest.

But at this time, they seemed to have become the favorites in the eyes of other predators in the forest. Many aliens who smelled the fragrance of food sensed the opportunity to have a feast and were already looking here eagerly.

Obviously, the bloodthirsty and cruelty of this rainforest is not just for outsiders. The cold jungle law equally cares for every creature that sets foot on this land.

For the mutant ant tribe entrenched underground at the signal receiving station site, tonight may be particularly long and difficult.

But this is no longer relevant to those players who have no intention of breaking into this place...

"Damn... I actually survived."

Pushing away the half-body body that was pressing on him, the model worker shook his groggy head vigorously and got up from the ground.

Picking up the machine gun that he had thrown away earlier, he limped toward the rear with the support of his teammates, and followed the tracks of the tracked vehicle to leave the battlefield.

After traveling two kilometers southwest, each team counted and reported casualties.

Counting the unlucky ones who had themselves replenished after being seriously injured, a total of twenty players were killed in the action, and most of the remaining thirty were injured.

This battle can be described as tragic.

However, the results they achieved are equally astonishing.

The data stored on the hard drive is basically complete. Now we are just waiting for the scientific expedition team and experts from Camp 101 to decipher the content on the hard drive and then retrieve the data from the satellite tens of thousands of kilometers away.

This doesn't take much time.

When everything is completed, they can synchronize all research facilities with data related to that satellite within a radius of tens of kilometers on the map.

…

The night was deep, darkness shrouded the rainforest, and only the scattered campfires in the harbor and the mottled moonlight floating on the waves remained on the silent coastline.

Stepping on the edge of the campfire, the tough men of the Jungle Corps, who had been making noise in the woods all day, returned to Chip Harbor, located on the coast, arm in arm.

The exoskeletons were covered with scratches, pits, alien saliva and blood, and several bitten and pitted remains had lost their owners.

Looking at this group of scarred soldiers and the intact tracked vehicle, the researchers of the scientific expedition team who were sorting out samples at the entrance of the settlement cast their surprised glances, and then their eyes were more or less imprinted on them. A touching light.

Thanks to those respectable people, they can focus on what they are good at without worrying about death that may come at any time.

Death has always existed in this wasteland and has never left their side.

It's just that someone has endured it all on their behalf...

Infected by the tragic atmosphere, several researchers standing near the recovery point silently raised their right fists and placed them on their left chests, and performed an alliance military salute towards the slumping figures.

What a respectable bunch of guys!

…

At the same time, to the south of Fries Port, not far from the beach, was the only tavern in the port.

The name of the tavern is quite unique, "One Person Tavern". As the name suggests, there is only one owner from the bar to the kitchen, so sometimes the guests have to pour their own drinks or even wash their glasses in the sink nearby.

However, most of the players didn't care. After all, even if they did, they had no choice. There was only one tavern in the entire settlement.

Even if it's a convertible.

The name of the boss here is [Zuiwoxiaoyiren]. He is a professional gamer who got a helmet in B-test. His specialty is fried fish and chips.

In his own words, these two dishes can be made with hands or even without hands. They are more suitable for handicapped players like him who have about 0 cooking skills.

As for the taste...

You’ve all come here to drink, why bother about the taste?

Drunk people only struggle with disconnection. As for the taste of the food in their mouth, they actually don't care much.

A group of players were sitting on the edge of the beach, drinking beer and eating fish and chips, while exchanging information gained from the day's adventures.

"Damn, there is a group of mutated lizards living in the northwest highlands. At first glance, I thought they were dinosaurs! Thanks to my perception system, I discovered them first. I almost lost my ticket without earning my money back!"

"Did you take that exploration mission?"

"Yes! The difficulty of the mission is written as E, and the recommended level is LV10. I believe it is evil!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You are so lucky!"

"I heard that submitting battle videos can be re-graded. If you encounter three A-level or one S-level threat level aliens, you can be re-graded to A. The silver coins and contribution points rewarded by the mission will increase a lot."

"Really or not? I'll try again!"

"It's time to find Mr. Garbage. This is his home court."

"What a good idea. Maybe it can help our trash brother solve the problem of the target."

"Haha! You want to laugh your dad to death."

"Speaking of which, what has that guy been busy with recently? I haven't seen anyone else in Dawn City."

"That guy never came back from Jinchuan Province. It seems that the two of them became addicted to being magic sticks in Jinchuan Province."

"Good guy."

"It's okay to be a magician."

Everyone was talking in surprise when a group of tough men from the jungle regiment who had unloaded their equipment came over noisily.

It was completely different from the state they were in when they just returned to the camp. One or two of these guys didn't look like their dead teammates at all. They had hearty joy written on their faces. Instead, they looked like they had just won a close battle. match.

For tasks issued by the scientific expedition team, 70% of the loss of equipment will be reimbursed by the scientific expedition team. If an individual purchases additional insurance for his or her equipment, the compensation rate can even reach 90%.

They can let their hands and feet go wild, anyway, in the end, someone will pay for the entire consumption.

The rewards of the mission will be comprehensively calculated based on parameters such as actual difficulty, battle loss-to-gain ratio, and branch completion status.

The encounter with the ant colony was an emergency outside of intelligence, and they successfully brought back the hard drive despite the accident.

This mission also received an A+ rating. After deducting the loss of equipment and ammunition beyond the reimbursement limit, it is no problem to get a four-digit bonus per person!

"MMP! Today's mission is so exciting!"

"It feels so good, okay!"

“Hopefully come back a few more times!”

"Haha, you feel good, but Brother Guang is in trouble!"

"It's not important! Just feel good and that's it!"

Seeing Lao Bai sitting and drinking with several brothers from the Burning Corps, Midnight Killer stepped forward with a smile and stretched out his fist.

"Old Bai, you can shoot really well!"

Grinning, Lao Bai raised his fist and touched him.

"That's a must! Those guys who are having sex are all professionals."

Pulling a stool and sitting next to it, Midnight Killer asked with a smile.

"What about you? How was the harvest today?"

Before Lao Bai could speak, the props master sitting next to him interrupted with a playful smile.

"It's okay, that's it. Today's tasks are mainly to be a light bulb and accompany Ms. Chen to enjoy the flowers."

Model Worker: "Hahaha, it's okay to be a light bulb!"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. This is a serious sampling mission. After collecting the samples, we will go back."

Facing a pair of joking and gossipy eyes, Lao Bai coughed dryly and continued.

"...We also encountered a few waves of attacks on the way, but the intensity was average. We also brought back some game, which is being roasted over there."

As he spoke, he pointed to the beach not far away with his chin.

I saw the murderous dagger and several players surrounding the fire with pebbles, and beside them stood the mutated cheetah that had just been skinned.

The cheetah was much larger than the one piled on the cargo pile during the day. It was probably some special species that evolved in this rain forest.

Irena, who was sitting on the stool next to her, swallowed, her eyes filled with desire.

"Good guy, it looks good."

Although the fire has not yet risen, the fries and fried fish on the plate no longer taste good just by looking at the raw meat covered with marinade...

Seeing both pairs of eyes looking over here, Lao Bai smiled heartily, waved his hand and said cheerfully.

“You can help yourself to whatever you want to eat, and bring your own knives, forks and beer!”

He rushed to the bar first and took out a few bills and slapped them on the table.

"Boss, two cases of beer! And... ten plates of French fries!"

"The wine is in the warehouse, help me get it." Yiren, who was busy frying French fries, stared nervously at the contents of the frying pan without raising her head.

It's like staring at a grenade with the fuse unplugged.

"Fuck! I'll catch you!"

Seeing his perfunctory look, the model worker gave him a strong middle finger, but still ran into the warehouse to move the wine.

After walking to the bar and pouring himself a glass of lemonade, the Pi City paratrooper looked at Brother Yiren who was too busy and said jokingly.

"I said brother, you should hire a few waiters and let the customers serve tea, pour water and wash the dishes. I have never seen a boss like you."

Yiren raised her head and said, dumbfounded.

"You think I don't want to!"

There are not many NPCs in this camp.

As for the players, there is no need to think about it.

These guys can't even afford 600 silver coins for air tickets, so it's obviously impossible for them to come to him to do a job as a slave.

And those newbies who are willing to do some hands-on work are mostly newcomers who haven't even unlocked the VM. Not to mention they can't raise the 600 silver coins for air tickets, they don't even have the level threshold to take an airship to a new map!

The model worker worked twice before and after, and finally moved two boxes of beer to the edge of the beach and distributed them to everyone who was waiting for the fire to rise.

Not long after, Murderous Dagger and Kidney Fighter finally lit the fire.

Several tough men from the jungle corps came up to help and put the mutated cheetah weighing two to three hundred kilograms on the makeshift stand.

Everyone moved their stools to the fire and sat there, enjoying the sea breeze, drinking beer, and cutting bloody meat while grilling meat.

Smelling the intoxicating aroma of barbecue and looking at the sizzling brown color on the fire, Lao Bai couldn't help but narrowed his eyes in contentment.

Beach, beer, barbecue...

Sure enough, this is the adventure!

In comparison, life in Dawn City is a bit too comfortable. Although it is quite interesting, whether it is the people or things there, it always feels like there is something missing compared to when the server was launched.

But after arriving at the French Fries Port, he suddenly realized what the missing thing was.

They set foot on this land as residents of Vault 404, vowing to end the Wasteland Era and restore civilization.

Now that the wasteland of Qingquan City is over, the abandoned city that was originally filled with death has become a training ground for newcomers to practice operations... There are no missions there that can provide more gaming experience for high-level players like them.

While this is certainly good, it can still feel lonely occasionally.

perhaps……

Only a life on the road is the most suitable for players like them.

Not sure if he was thinking about the same thing, the Elf King Fugui sitting aside looked up at the clear night sky and the brilliant stars, and suddenly said melancholy.

"Speaking of which... if this trend continues, sooner or later all the wastelands will end, right? What are you going to do then?"

After taking a bite of the crispy and browned leg meat, Irena said with a funny look on her face.

"Why are you thinking about something so far away? Besides, isn't there a big pie five light years away?"

Elf King Fugui looked at him and asked.

"Has the wasteland five light years away also ended?"

"Then let's go further afield and have a look!" Looking up at the bright stars in the sky, Lao Na chuckled and said, "When the time comes, I'll buy a spaceship and go out and see how big the map of this game is!"

Model Voldemort said jokingly.

"Maybe they will be stickers when they fly over."

Irena said with a smile.

"Haha! Maybe it's really possible!"

Everyone was eating and drinking while talking and laughing. The French fries ordered half an hour ago were finally served to the table. Yiren clapped her hands and was about to go back to continue frying fish, but she was interrupted by everyone who was already half-full. I pulled him down and sat down to drink together.

The model worker burped, stood up and stretched, and suddenly saw what seemed to be a jet black oil drum on the beach.

To be precise, it was something shaped like an oil drum. It was estimated to be as tall as a person and as long as three or four people lying flat on their backs.

"Did something wash up on the shore?"

Hearing his voice, everyone looked towards the coastline in unison, and they all saw the weird-looking guy.

Just at this moment, an arc-shaped door opened on the side of the cylinder, and a person seemed to roll out of it.

He staggered up from the beach, as if he wanted to leave from the edge of the beach. However, before he could stand firm, a wave half a man's height crashed up, knocking him down to the ground just as he stood up. .

Fate seemed to be playing a joke on him.

In addition to him, there was also a mutated sea crab that was shaking its head.

The crab shook its huge crab shell and was about to move back into the sea. Suddenly it saw the guy lying on the beach and fluttered, and he couldn't move the crab legs.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and put down the wine bottle in his hand.

Smelling the smell of the branch line, Murderous Dagger sitting aside immediately became interested and put down the half-eaten leg meat without saying a word.

"I'll help him!"

Regardless of Old Kidney's objections, he wiped his hands full of oil on his good brother's clothes, then picked up the assault rifle lying next to him and took a few steps forward. He fired two shots on the beach, killing the mutant that changed direction. The sea crab took a few steps back.

Taking advantage of the mutated sea crab's daze for a moment, he opened fire to attract its attention and rushed forward quickly to drag the unlucky drowned rat back from the beach.

A brother of the Jungle Corps skillfully picked up an absurdly large bolt gun, put it on his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

The recoil hit his shoulder, but the 19-bolt bullet that burst out of the barrel was unambiguous and hit the sea crab's head accurately.

Hot metal jets suddenly spurted out from the back of the beast's head, and the guy threw himself on the beach without saying a word.

"The goods are in stock, brothers! Let's grill crabs soon!" The player chuckled, shook his shoulder that was about to be dislocated, picked up a fishing net and ran up.

At the same time, the man whose whole body was soaked by the sea water was also carried back with the murderous dagger on his shoulders. As soon as the latter let go, he collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all strength.

"Hey, slow down."

"thanks, thanks……"

The man paralyzed on the ground looked thin and had blue lips. He was curled up on the ground, trembling and repeating words of thanks, regardless of what others said.

His hair, which was wet from the sea water, was stuck to his forehead. He was breathing heavily with a frightened expression on his face, as if he had encountered something terrible.

Facing the confused gazes of everyone, he seemed invisible. His cloudy pupils wandered around on their own, and finally settled on the greasy piece of barbecue on the fire.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was swallowing the remaining saliva, and his desperate eyes gradually became filled with a desire for food.

Lao Bai walked up to him and squatted down, handing him a piece of steamed bun that Boss Yi hadn't fried yet and a cup of hot lemonade.

"Eat something to cushion your stomach first."

The man nodded desperately, but just after grabbing the steamed bun in his hand, he forgot about what he had just promised and started to eat it hungrily.

After he finished chewing the steamed bun and swallowed it with water, Lao Bai looked into his eyes and asked.

"My name is Lao Bai, what about you? What's your name?"

The man gasped and said shakily.

"Huang...Huang Guangwei."

Lao Bai continued to ask.

"Where are you from?"

For a moment, the man looked at Lao Bai alertly, then quickly glanced around, his mouth tightly closed, and there was no more words left.

Seeing the alertness in the man's eyes, Lao Bai smiled lightly and continued in a relaxed tone.

"Don't be afraid, we are from the Alliance. If you haven't heard of the Alliance... maybe you have heard of Vault 404."

With that said, he turned on the VM and clicked twice to activate the screen.

Looking at the light blue startup screen that appeared on the VM, the man was obviously relieved, and most of the wariness in his eyes was gone.

Seeing his reaction, Lao Bai had already made a guess. He took out the headset he carried and hung it on his ear, pressed it with his index finger and said.

"Fang Chang, come to the one-person tavern. There is an NPC who may be from Vault 70."

After waiting for a moment, Fang Chang's voice came quickly.

"almost there."

Just as Lao Bai expected, the lost guy in front of him slowly spoke.

"I... come from Vault 70..."

After saying that, he grabbed Lao Bai's arm and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Help me... please, for the sake of us all being residents of the shelter!"