This Game Is Too Realistic

A blue sea.

A propeller plane painted in sea blue is quietly clinging to the sea, rising and falling with the surging waves, like a drifting plank.

Two pontoons replaced the 20 cannon, lying under the aircraft like a sled. A depth charge with a pressure sensor is tightly attached to the belly of the aircraft, like a sharp blade hidden under the blue.

Everything was quiet except for the sound of the tide.

At this moment, Feng Qing, who was lying in the cockpit with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes with excitement and stood up from her seat.

Because of the excessive force, her forehead almost hit the cockpit. Thanks to the seat belt, she didn't have an accident.

With a squeaking sound, the silent plane seemed to come to life again.

Almost at the same time, the standard drake voice of the Corps Commander, Brother Mosquito, came from the communication channel.

"...The fish is hooked!"

There was a noisy electric sound in the communication channel.

The v-screen strapped to his thigh also lit up at the same time, and the strike coordinates estimated based on the position and relative distance of friendly forces were displayed on the map.

Feng Qing calmly took out a chocolate from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. Feng Qing skillfully reached out to open the dashboard on the cockpit and started the plane's engine.

The propeller on the nose of the plane roared, dragging the light fuselage forward against the waves.

Controlling the speed at the critical point of takeoff, Feng Qing did not pull up the nose of the plane in a hurry, and tapped the rhythm with her index finger holding the joystick.

The continuous sound of the tide was drowned out by the roar of the more turbulent propellers, and the quiet and peaceful sea suddenly boiled.

Not just one——

But a whole fifty!

The -2/h maritime attack aircraft are like speeding boats, clinging to the turbulent sea and moving quickly towards the attack coordinates shared by friendly forces...

…

The tide is boiling above the blue waves, and the waves are rolling under the blue waves.

The hoarse scream is like a sweeping harpoon, driving away the fish and alien species in front. A group of monsters wearing blue scales are clinging to the seabed and swimming quickly in the direction of the submarine water pipeline on the west side of the circular island. move.

Behind this group of mutants was a huge sea monster, which was shaped like a snake and fish, a bit like a prehistoric plesiosaur.

The ten-meter-long tail is hung with dragon-like scales, the protruding head is like a crocodile's mouth, and the sharp fangs are like the blades of a chainsaw, as if it can bite off a small ship in one bite.

Local fishermen call it Laken, which comes from a folk song spread in the southern seas, which means "dragon in the deep sea."

Although according to the "law of mind influence", the mind interference device is difficult to directly control this kind of alien species with large brain capacity, the mind can be reduced through various means such as drugs.

This is obviously not a difficult thing for the church.

They can even turn the survivors of a province into mindless puppets, let alone a mutant whose mind is far inferior to that of humans.

The goal was quickly approaching.

One of the mutants separated from the group, swam quickly in front of all the tribesmen, and took out a palm-sized thermite bomb from its back.

This thing is also a weapon given to them by the Torch.

After activation, it can not only burn underwater, but can even burn through hundreds of millimeters of steel plates!

The blue-skinned guy twisted his disgusting face, let out a gurgling laugh, and then pressed the button on the bomb, and a thirty-second countdown appeared on the screen.

However, at the same time, when it was less than fifty meters away from the submarine pipeline, a weak wave of water suddenly surged toward it from the side.

Something was approaching it fast.

It had just noticed that something was wrong and was about to react when a sharp arrow instantly pierced its side and pushed it toward the sea with a dull blast.

That mutant

A hoarse and dull wail came out of its mouth, and large bubbles instantly submerged its entire face and the gills hidden in its lower jaw.

Losing its balance and suffering tremendous pain, it fluttered its hands and feet in the sea, but it forgot to let go of the hand holding the thermite bomb.

At this moment, the thirty-second countdown had just ended, and a dazzling white light enveloped a large bubble, swallowing the guy instantly.

The slowly blooming fireworks were like datura flowers blooming on the bottom of the sea. The army of blue-skinned mutants that came roaring like a tsunami was instantly stunned by this horrifying scene.

They didn't know what was happening, and they had panic expressions on their faces. They looked around at a loss to find the source of the attack.

At this moment, not far away from them, a series of crab-shaped iron lumps were quietly lurking on the edge of a kelp forest, and thick and long gun barrels were already aimed at them from a distance.

If the imperial army were here, they would definitely be familiar with this scene.

These thick iron lumps of armor are almost carved from the same mold as those "King Crab" amphibious armors that ran rampant in Golden Gallen Harbor!

In fact, they are the same thing.

However, the weapons hanging on the arms were changed from two 37-gun cannons to a chain saw specially designed for deep-sea environments, and a supercavitating weapon called "Harpoon".

As the name suggests, the principle of this thing is to use the supercavitation principle to reduce drag. The tail is equipped with nitrate propellant, and the front end is a ladder aluminum mixed magnesium powder charge warhead, which is equivalent to a reduced version of a torpedo with a caliber of 19. The device is of the same type as the 19 bolter, making it easier to switch ammunition and continue pursuit after landing ashore.

Unlike the 19 explosive missile, the effective killing distance of the 19 Harpoon is only 200 meters, and the minimum safe distance is only 10 meters.

This combat radius is still a bit difficult to deal with some ships, but it is more than enough to deal with torpedoes and frogmen near the water.

Although it was the first time for the Alliance's arsenal to consider underwater weapons, after receiving technical support from the survivors of Coral City, Jushi Military Industry quickly solved several of the problems and installed this thing on the Alliance's "Emperor" crab".

This is the first actual combat of "Harpoon".

So far, the effect is quite good...

Looking at the "fireworks" falling towards the seabed in the distance and the restless group of monsters and monsters behind it, the model worker lying on the ground in the "king crab" grinned.

"I never thought that our Jungle Corps would one day work part-time as the Navy."

The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.

"In a sense, the kelp forest can also be regarded as a jungle."

"666!"

"It doesn't matter, our opponents are all mutants anyway."

There's nothing to be done with these beasts.

They should go to hell to repent -

"The hit counts! Free fire!"

A string of bubbles was spit out from the crab shell, and the model worker controlled the king crab to move its legs forward, "Don't let our fish get away!"

A thorough response came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

"Ouch!"

As the attack order was issued, a total of twenty-two "King Crabs" opened fire simultaneously, launching underwater flares based on the target source detected by sonar.

A dazzling white light bloomed near the group of aquatic mutants, instantly lighting up the invisible water into daylight.

The aquatic mutants who had already adapted to the darkness around them screamed and raised their arms to block their stinging eyes.

At the same time, the "harpoon" bullets dragging the bubbles shuttled freely under the light, harvesting fresh lives like the scythe of death.

In just a few breaths, dozens of aquatic mutants were shot to pieces of flesh and blood, and a scarlet blood mist spread wantonly with the water flow.

Death is spreading.

Fear crept into the hearts of every mutant.

and ashore

They are different from those greenskins who built their nests under the cold and damp rocks. They have learned more about the cunning of fishes, rather than the bloodthirst and madness of beasts.

Seeing that their morale was about to collapse, the mutant leader who was dormant among the mutant crowd let out a low and long roar.

"It's human!"

"They are here

"Charge forward! Tear them apart!"

After hearing the leader's roar, the mutants who continued to suffer casualties finally regained some morale, kicked their legs hard and rushed towards the seabed beneath them.

As the depth drops, the surrounding water pressure becomes higher and higher, squeezing their bloodshot eyeballs and muscular chests.

Finally approaching the nearly 300-meter-deep seabed, the dazzling white light gradually left their side.

"Card--!"

The nearly a thousand mutants who had reintegrated into the darkness gradually regained their sight. They let out roars to dispel fear, and charged at the source of the attack with all kinds of things in their hands.

What a coincidence is that their opponents think so too.

Twenty-two huge "King Crabs" turned on their searchlights almost at the same time, waving crab legs and crab claws welded with chain saws to kill the blue-skinned monsters!

Excited roars echoed in the communication channel——

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

Flesh and steel collided!

A "King Crab" armor quickly popped out its inward-folding mechanical legs, kicking away the mutant who was rushing towards it with the thermite in hand.

Immediately afterwards, the huge body rushed forward again, and the forefoot that stretched forward slammed down hard, and stepped on the back of another mutant who was swooping over, like trampling an ant to death. It seemed to be pressed to death on the uneven rocks.

A mutant luckily got around to its back and tried to pry open the thick crab shell with the harpoon in his hand, but he didn't even scratch off the paint on it.

Just when it was about to think of other ideas, a real "harpoon" shot out its chest, and half of its body was blasted into a bloody mist and minced meat.

Each mutant was like a garlic clove falling into a garlic grinder, and was instantly crushed into a lake of flesh and blood.

Harpoons were thrown from their powerful arms, but they only left scratches on the steel shell.

They tried their best, using harpoon guns, underwater rifles, short knives and daggers, and even deep mines and explosives... However, in the face of this armor that was several times thicker than a split-claw crab, all these efforts failed. It's all in vain.

The dazzling searchlights blinded them, but the long and thick chain saw could cut them into two pieces with just a light touch.

Not just chainsaws -

There are also fishing net bullets sprayed from those thick and long barrels!

Strong silk threads stretched into a large net, tying many mutants to the rocks, or simply tied them together with other mutants.

And the more you struggle.

The fishing net is tied tighter and tighter!

In just five minutes, more than two hundred mutants had died under the roaring chain saw.

Continuous casualties and a battle with no hope of victory left... deep fear on almost every mutant's face.

Even their leader couldn't help but move back in fear.

They have never seen such a weird guy!

However, their enemies, the players lying among the king crabs, are all too familiar with these scaly beasts!

Since the Port of Chips captured several aquatic mutants two months ago, the Alliance Biological Research Station opened a research site in Port of Chips to analyze the mutants, and soon figured out the habits of these guys. It has to be clear.

These guys are not as arrogant and unimpeded as they appear to be in the sea.

They will also be attacked by alien species in the sea, just like those

It's like a cargo ship without black iron wood or mind interference devices.

In order to avoid being targeted by the huge alien species, they usually choose to travel closer to land or islands, or shallow waters on the seabed.

The maximum depth of these waters does not exceed four hundred meters. Generally, alien species that are too large will not easily slip there to avoid being stranded.

In addition, during the long journey, they will alternately sing "Barcarolle" and actively make noise to disguise themselves as "xxxl-sized" alien species, in order to intimidate those small and medium-sized alien species that move in shallow waters. .

Taking these characteristics into consideration, Chip Port only needs to place a few buoys that collect acoustic signals in the waters near the submarine water pipeline to locate the movement tracks of these beasts and formulate an interception plan.

This is not technically difficult to achieve.

Although there are no satellites available, the sensors installed on the submersible water pipeline are enough to transmit the signal to the players in Friesport or nearby.

These mutants didn't know that as early as when they left the Death Coast and entered the eastern coast of Baiyue Province, they had been targeted by the military base in Friesport.

Seeing the continuous casualties among his tribe, the leader standing among the mutant crowd finally panicked and shouted loudly to the minions in front of him.

"withdraw--!"

"Towards the sea!"

The mutants who were fighting with the "King Crab" kicked their legs hard and retreated toward the sea.

Although king crabs are equipped with ballast water tanks and high-pressure gas cylinders similar to "fish bladders", due to the weight of the equipment and the limited armor capacity, these crabs do not float quickly and are difficult to sustain during the process of floating. Fire.

Therefore, these twenty-two "King Crabs" did not pursue the water, but set up "harpoon" bombs welded to their arms and continued to fire.

Thin pillars of air chased the heels of the mutants and flew toward the sea. Mutants were constantly shot into a bloody mist by fish, but more mutants were still lucky enough to escape from that. Escape from the dense fire net.

When there was only fifty meters left from the sea, the "harpoons" chasing behind them finally slowed down their pursuit.

These weapons don't seem to fly very far.

Seeing the "harpoons" gradually losing power under their feet and the iron crabs being thrown away by them, the frightened mutants finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before they could finish breathing, slender cylinders suddenly penetrated into the water and fell towards their heads.

this moment--

Their nightmare has just begun!

Looking at the cylinder that slowly fell in front of him, the faces filled with scales all had surprise and confusion written all over them.

As if they had a premonition of the threat of death, an inexplicable fear crept into the hearts of every mutant.

Without waiting for them to react, and without any chance to react, blasts of fire and air pillars exploded instantly, swallowing up these sinful lives.

Looking at the sea of ​​​​fire spreading out near the sea above their heads, each "King Crab" made a sound of admiration from under its crab shell.

"This is powerful enough..."

"Anti-submarine warfare is really the job of the Air Force."

"Damn, those green-skinned ones still resist beating, these scaly things look like loaches, I can't help but beat them!"

"So who does this vp belong to?"

"It should be our fault to cut out the explosion scene."

"What a great idea."

Just when everyone was noisy, the voice of Brother Mosquito suddenly came to the model worker's ears.

"The bombing is complete! How are you doing over there?"

Hearing the drake's voice, the model worker quickly responded.

"Oh! We're all fine! No casualties—"

Mosquito: "Who the hell cares about you? I'm asking you if you took the photo?!"

Model Worker: "...Fuck! Is it so real?"

Mosquito: "Wait, let's not talk to you...I have detected the signal of the mind interference device here! The source is about 300 meters near the explosion area, and the depth is between 50 meters and 100 meters. Please pay attention. Let’s see if there’s anything else nearby.”

Is there anything else?!

The model worker was slightly startled.

Almost at the same time that Brother Mosquito finished speaking, a long chirping sound reached everyone's ears.

"Ugh——!"

The sound was like the whistle of a freighter, causing the nearby waters to tremble.

Everyone looked up and turned their searchlights upward to search, and saw a shadow tens of meters long hanging over their heads.

"What the hell is this?"

There were expressions on each face as if they had seen a ghost, and the model workers swallowed involuntarily.

The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.

"Oh my god...there's a big guy."

The mind interference device began to emit unstable interference ripples, and the wailing big guy seemed to have been injured.

The entire sea water boiled, and the raging waves scattered the corpses floating in the water, scaring away the aquatic alien species that tried to approach.

The "King Crabs" standing on the bottom of the sea are also constantly moving their crab legs backwards under the wash of the chaotic ocean currents.

"Mosquitoes! Do you still have ammunition?!" The Voldemort model yelled at the headset while pressing the shaking handle with both hands.

There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, and an embarrassing voice came.

"It's gone... I only have one round to prepare. I dismantled the cannon just to throw this thing to you. You wish yourselves the best of luck."

"%￥#@!"

After a while of cursing, the model worker switched his voice to the team channel and shouted loudly to his teammates.

"Prepare for the boss battle!"

Unlike him who was extremely nervous, there were roars of excitement coming from the team channel.

"Ouch!"

…

On the other side, about a hundred kilometers away from the center of the explosion, was a destroyer belonging to the Southern Islands Federation.

At this moment, the bridge was in panic.

"There was an explosion in an underwater area one hundred kilometers due west! The location was near the submarine volcanic belt, which seems to be our minefield!"

"Minefield?!"

"Damn it...did those planes do it?"

"What's going on with those planes?"

"Is this Vault 70?!"

The reason why all the sailors were in a hurry was not only because of the sudden underwater explosion, but also because of the fifty aircraft that suddenly appeared on the radar!

These planes seemed to appear out of thin air, from the endless sea, without any warning!

The strange thing is that there is no aircraft carrier or airport nearby, not even a small fishing boat.

Captain Dong Wen frowned and stared at the blue sky and the rolling sea outside the bridge window, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

Seeing that his boss didn't respond for a long time, the adjutant standing next to him took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"I suggest reporting the situation here to the Navy Command immediately!"

As his subordinates discussed, those planes may have been the work of Vault 70. The location of the explosion happened to be the minefield they deployed to intercept the submersible in Shelter 70 and protect the ring island from threats.

Although the entrance to the shelter is under blockade by the federal fleet, no one can guarantee that there are no other emergency exits in the shelter.

However, the captain standing next to him spoke unusually after pondering for a moment.

"No, just keep an eye out."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.

However, the officer had no intention of explaining to him. He just told him to be optimistic about this place, then turned and left the bridge.

Return to the captain's cabin.

Dongwen casually hung the captain's hat on the hanger, then opened the drawer and took out a small communicator.

He used his thumbs to dig into the mechanical buttons on the casing and carefully entered a series of numbers before placing the communicator against his ear.

Before he could speak, an urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How is it going?"

The person on the other end of the phone was none other than Mr. Charas, Chief of Staff of the Federal Navy and Chief of Staff to the President, a representative figure of the war-fighting faction of the Navy.

Although for most federal citizens, there is a consensus to get rid of the control of Vault 70, until the Ocean Current Power Station was destroyed, everyone was actually divided on whether to resolve the conflict through a moderate or radical approach. .

Because of his unswerving stance and radical ideas, Charas was supported by many naval officers, including Timor himself who was also his supporter.

However, there have been some bad rumors recently, which made Dongwen begin to wonder whether he was really doing this for the benefit of the federation.

It is true that some of the things that the alliance that came out of nowhere did are questionable, but the slogan "Survivors unite" they shouted was not worthy of being faced with a formidable enemy. s things.

Human beings on this planet once belonged to one body.

And they are indeed practicing their slogan and setting an example for those Wastelanders who are still killing each other to end the Wasteland Era.

For example, in the recent port of Golden Gallen, no matter how the slave owners there tried to cite sophistry, they had indeed untied the ropes tied around the slaves' necks. Another example is the Danshui pipeline leading to the roundabout. Although they did make some money, in terms of results, water was indeed cheaper for local people.

Those guys didn't say that they were doing charity. If they maliciously increase prices in the future, that will happen in the future. Just because they didn't open their pockets today and give them free money, they can't just borrow a big hat from the future and put it on first.

At least in his opinion, those church lunatics who talk about "evolution", "the future" and "for humanity" all day long look a bit more suspicious.

It is true that these guys do not need money, and the mind interference devices provided to the Federation are given free of charge, but no one can say for sure that these people are not plotting something bigger.

Such as Coral City.

Don’t they always want to get over it?

He agrees with moderate cooperation with the Torch Church, as long as it is truly beneficial to the Federation, even if the benefits are not visible in the short term, but future generations will benefit endlessly.

For example, it is undoubtedly worthwhile to exchange an ocean current power station for the unity of the entire federation. People in the future will thank their ancestors for their temporary hardships.

only……

What's the benefit of blowing up a water pipe?

He used to be able to convince himself and even justify Mr. Chalas, but now he really doesn't know how to go on.

but--

Now is not the time to think about this.

After collecting his thoughts for a moment, Dongwen slowly spoke.

"The explosion... did happen."

Hearing a relieved voice on the other end of the phone, he paused for a moment and continued.

"However, there are some doubts about this matter. The explosion did not occur at the bottom of the sea, but in the offshore area...and, were those planes sent by you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and it took a long time to hold back a few hesitant words.

"airplane?"

"Yes."

Dongwen paused and continued.

"A group of aircraft suddenly appeared on our radar, and then dropped torpedoes or depth charges into the sea, and then we observed the signal of the explosion... I

Not sure if that pipeline blew up, but I wonder what those planes were and what they were blowing up—"

However, what he didn't expect was that after hearing these words, Mr. Chalas, who was usually very gentle, jumped up like a seal seeing a penguin.

"That's not something you should care about! Mr. Captain, now have your people return to the nearest port immediately—no, return to Anle Island due east."

Dongwen was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Charas?"

As if he realized something was wrong with his tone, a calm breathing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Sorry... I lost my composure. There will be formal orders issued through the command system later. You can go back to the bridge first and let your subordinates prepare."

After a moment of pause, a sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"It's really terrible...a water pipe made those rip-off guys betray their original beliefs. They didn't even realize that they were actively putting ropes handed to them around their necks, and they had just lived two days of freedom. Just rush to sell yourself at a good price."

"Mr. Charas," Dongwen frowned and asked, "Maybe this is not the question I should ask, but...does this have anything to do with selling yourself at a good price?"

Charas snorted.

"Isn't that what they're doing? We just got rid of the rope around our necks in Vault 70, and now they've picked up the rope in Vault 404—"

"So I want to know, what is the rope you have been talking about?" Dongwen couldn't help but ask, "Can you use a more specific term? Instead of an abstract metaphor."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then there was a slight cough.

"We are going too far off topic... In short, our friends in the Sea Coast Province don't want us to get too close to the Alliance. Those lunatics are not good people, but we need to use their power to solve our problems for the time being. In short, then This pipeline is a problem... If only someone could solve this problem, every citizen of the Federation would be grateful."

Hearing the expectation in that voice, Dongwen took a deep breath, kept himself calm, and spoke carefully.

"Mr. Charas, if there are other concerns, I can settle them for you, including shutting up those who should shut up and making those who should disappear disappear, but this matter... goes too far."

After a pause, he continued.

"It's a pity that I can't solve your problem. Maybe you should solve this problem through more legal and compliant channels. I suggest you talk to Mr. President."

Charas said sadly.

"That's too slow! And the residents of the roundabout won't understand us."

Dongwen said immediately.

"Then just slow down...there's nothing wrong with being cautious about this kind of thing."

The reason why he hates the guys in Vault 70 is because those guys are arrogant and self-willed. They are never willing to put down their dignity to communicate with the survivors outside the shelter. If the explanation is unclear, they will use their blue jackets as a shield.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had almost become the person he hated the most.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and after a moment there was a sigh that sounded like giving up.

"You're right... there's nothing wrong with going slower. It's just my lack of consideration. Please forget what I just said."

Dongwen nodded, feeling relieved.

Perhaps Mr. Charas realized this as well as himself.

He had no doubt that the gentleman made the decision in the interests of the Federation, but just as other captains occasionally went too far, so could this Chief of Staff not?

He will still support him as always...

After hanging up the phone, Dong Wen returned to the bridge.

At this time, the adjutant came and gave a military salute.

"...The Navy Command just sent a message asking us to go to the port of Anle Island due east to rest."

Already from private channels

Dongwen, who had heard about it, nodded and walked straight to the bridge console to stop.

However, just when he was about to give the order to turn around and head east, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at the officer beside him and gave the order.

"Go eighty kilometers west!"

All the officers had expressions of surprise on their faces, especially the adjutant who had just conveyed the news from the headquarters to him.

"But..." With a hesitant look on his face, the adjutant took a step forward and was about to remind him, but was interrupted by a raised hand.

"The headquarters didn't ask us to turn around."

Staring at the swollen sea, Dongwen reached out and gently held the hat on his head, and spoke slowly.

"It's not impossible to take a slight detour, right?"

…

On a clear blue sky.

Feng Qing, who was driving a seaplane, circled around the sea and was fighting. About to turn around, I suddenly saw a warship approaching due east.

A look of surprise appeared on her face, she wiped her chocolate-covered hands on her clothes, and reached out to press the switch of the onboard radio.

"This is Fengqing. We found a federal warship, it should be a destroyer... heading towards the little crabs of the Jungle Corps."

"I'm not sure if there's any hostility. They haven't opened fire on me yet... Ah, it seems like they're trying to call me on the radio... Do you want to answer?"

Brother Mosquito's voice soon came from the communication channel.

"Take it! Why don't you answer it! Ask these Dogecoins what they are doing here!"

Listening to the tone of "it seemed like there was still a lot of ammunition", Feng Qing made a helpless expression, stepped on the rudder with his left foot, adjusted the course and moved towards the direction of the destroyer.

"receive."