This Game is Too Real

"Awei, have you brought everything? I'm about to leave the city. If you think about it carefully, is there anything left."

The gate of Boulder City.

Before queuing out of the city, Sisi was checking the tail VM and backpack, repeatedly confirming whether there was anything left behind.

The actions and expressions were very much like the old father.

"Oh! I brought them all--wait, where's the flesh?" The tail suddenly looked around alertly, keenly aware of what was missing in the team.

Fujito, who lined up in front, looked back at Sisi and the tail in surprise.

"Huh? Didn't you bring any flesh?"

Sisi moved his gaze subtly, and murmured softly.

"...What a weird thing, why does a bear so big have such a low sense of existence."

It must be because it was too scary.

The sesame blush, who had also forgotten the flesh, blushed, and the cat's ears on top of his head shook embarrassedly.

"I, I'll go and bring it over."

"Go to the tail too!"

Sisi, who predicted the tail movement, skillfully caught her.

"The reservoir area is not far from here, so you can go alone, and Ao will line up honestly and we will be here soon."

"Giao!"

Meat has been staying with two-headed cows these days, and heard that other animals in the reservoir area were shaking with fright.

Obviously I arrived at the new map, but I couldn't explore anywhere. When I left, I almost forgot because my sense of existence was too low.

It's so pathetic.

Sisi couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

After returning to the outpost, please ask her to eat some fish.

It didn't take long to line up.

The guard at the gate of the city just glanced against the wanted warrant on the wall, confirmed that no one had committed the crime, left from here, and released a group of people.

Originally Xu Shun set out with them, but because of temporary assignments, he moved separately.

The group agreed to cooperate in the foreign exchange at the city gate.

Walked out from under the city gate.

Yaya stretched out comfortably, looking at the setting sun hanging in the sky, and cocked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

"Finally going home!"

The KV-1 exoskeleton with welded steel plate has been sold by her for 200 points.

Although I lost a little bit, but the problem is not big.

Thinking of the mosquito that caused him to be stuck on the wall, Yaya's squinted eyes brought a fascinating danger.

She swears.

When I went back and didn't give the profiteer a mushroom-sized fist, she would write her name upside down!

The gate of the city is very lively.

Traders came and went in an endless stream, mercenaries looking for work wandering around the square at the gate of the city, and some vendors selling strange goods.

The militia set up a conscription office at the gate of the city, and the recruits lined up into the slums from the gate.

The radio at the door of the slum repeatedly broadcasts the treatment of conscripts—two chips a day and two nutrition creams.

As long as they are enlisted in the army, they will be given a gun and fired on the front line.

Yaya looked around curiously, and at this moment, a whistle came from nearby.

Perceiving the line of sight falling on him, Yaya turned his face subconsciously.

I saw three men who looked like mercenaries, looking to his side with a smile.

Seeing Yaya looking this way, the mercenary leader walking in the middle gave a light whistle.

"Hey, beauty."

The two people next to each other also spoke.

"one person?"

"Inspur's work is not easy to do. It's better to follow us to the south to make a fortune."

The sight of Chiguo made Yaya very upset.

Although he didn't fully understand what this guy was talking about, he knew that he was hitting up a conversation just by looking at that expression, and 90% of them were not good people.

Yaya made an expelling gesture and said impatiently.

"No appointment, no appointment, stay cool and go."

In the past two days, she has met a lot of conversations, mostly mercenaries, and occasionally merchants, but none of them appealed to her.

I won't talk about the rough look. Her unkind eyes made her feel physically uncomfortable, and she barely wrote the words "very bad, very bad person" on her face.

What she is really interested in is the type of big brother who is mature, sunny, handsome, courteous, smart and reliable, and full of justice, and not too sand sculptures, after all, she herself sometimes has a little bit.

Huh?

Thinking about it this way, the manager is simply her ideal type.

I have to say that the production company of "Wasteland OL" is simply too good.

It's a pity, it's a paper man.

Looking at the big breasted beauty who completely ignored herself, the faces of the three mercenaries flashed with obvious irritation.

Although she couldn't understand where she was speaking in the dialect, the meaning of rejection was as obvious as the attitude that didn't put them in the eyes.

His eyes narrowed into a slit, and the man with the beard stepped forward, with a slight threat in his tone.

"I advise you to think clearly before you speak. This is not Boulder City. Once you exit that gate, it's a wasteland."

"Anything in the wasteland is possible, what do you think?"

What are these guys talking about?

Yaya rolled his eyes, and was about to say something in a human-linked language. At this moment, the voices of his teammates came from the direction of the city gate.

Fujito: "Huh? Crow was accosted again? Why should I say it again..."

The tail said glumly.

"Damn it, why no one strikes up a tail!"

Fujito comforted her and said.

"Ann, I didn't..."

Sisi's gaze fell on the two ponytails, and his expression was a little subtle.

"If you strike up a conversation with Fuji Fuji, you will probably be arrested as a criminal."

Fujito turned his head and glared at her, showing his tiger teeth angrily.

"What the hell! Are you looking down on me?"

Sisi coughed dryly.

"Don't dare, it's improper expression underneath."

The sights of the three mercenaries exchanged, watching everyone coming from the door, with a trace of alertness in their eyes.

Especially the bearded mercenary leader standing in the middle, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

From these people, he felt a breath of "same kind", but it is hard to know how strong it is. After all, there are strong and weak points between the awakened and the awakened!

When he walked to the mercenary leader, he put his tail around his chest with his hands, and looked at him up and down.

"Yo, boy, you are brave, dare to strike up a conversation with our boss."

Looking at her arms around her chest, the mercenary leader's face was expressionless, and he sneered in his heart.

There are flaws all over!

He stretched his hand to the revolver around his waist like lightning, but his hand was only halfway out, and a flower was in front of him, and a gun was already on his head.

The wind blew to his ears, and a drop of cold sweat fell on the forehead of the mercenary leader.

So fast!

"I advise you not to move around. It has been less than half a year since Awei learned to use a gun. If the fire goes out, I can only say sorry."

I don't know when Sisi walked around them, the pu-9 in his hand reached behind a mercenary, and he spoke calmly in non-standard people's joint language.

"By the way, so am I."

Although it is a cross-server communication, there are no obstacles unexpectedly. Sometimes simple body language is more convenient to communicate.

The mercenary leader gave a dry cough, raised his hands in embarrassment, and walked back slowly.

"Don't be nervous, I'll just tie a belt..."

Sisi looked at him coldly.

"Get out of here."

The three mercenaries rolled away immediately, and didn't dare to stay here for a second.

Sisi put away the submachine gun and hid it in his coat

The people around were whispering, and there was obvious fear in the eyes of the group of people.

The people who were eager to move didn't dare to come up again, only dared to watch quietly from a distance.

Feeling the sight around him, Yaya was a little nervous.

"Let's go quickly, it feels like a lot of people are watching us."

Sisi nodded and looked around.

"Withdraw."

"I feel something big is going to happen here."

Liszt's caravan has left the city, and the big white bear and cats are also in the team.

Xu Shun, who went to work before, should be back too.

While they were talking, the VMs on the arms of everyone at the door shook unanimously.

Everyone quickly raised their arms and took a look, only to see a row of pop-up windows appearing on the screen.

[Full server announcement: The wave is coming! 】

Seeing this row of pop-up windows, Sisi was slightly taken aback, and muttered a little.

"My crow's mouth..."

Only a few seconds later, something really happened...

...

Exit of Huayuanjie Subway Station.

Players carrying weapons and ammunition are walking along the parked escalator to the surface, crossing fragmented streets, and marching southward.

The sky has already turned yellow, and it will darken in at most an hour.

However, even so, the sky not far away can still be seen, the gray-green cloud.

"Isn't it a good two weeks? It's only a week, right?"

"The tide is actually ahead of schedule."

"It's really exciting, it's going to be a team again!"

The players communicated in whispers, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement.

This time the opponent is a different species!

That is, monster siege!

MM's highlight!

If such an exciting thing is missed, it would be a big loss. The players who participated in the action simply took a day off in reality.

Walking in the line, the darkest one with a rifle on my back suddenly spoke.

"I have a bad feeling."

The battlefield atmosphere team looked at him.

"Did you find anything?"

I took the darkest glance at the spring leading the team.

"That LYB didn't wear an exoskeleton!"

"Hey, you little clever ghost." The battle atmosphere group smiled, putting an arm on his shoulder, "Don't worry, if you're scared, you will follow Brother for a while, and Brother will cover you!"

I rolled my eyes in the darkest and uncomfortable, and patted his hand away.

"Fuck you, every time you rush the fastest!"

The battle atmosphere team said indifferently: "The most dangerous place is the safest place! Although the master rushes quickly, when did you see my old man died?"

Walking in the middle of the team, looking at the spring water commander on the map with a Sima face expression.

"Don't be nonsense, you will follow my instructions for a while, and I will try to bring you back."

He didn't want to take on this task, but others signed up voluntarily, and he was ordered in danger.

Although it is not impossible to refuse, normal people will not refuse this kind of exclusive task issued by the NPC of the camp leader level, right?

With the AI ​​simulation level of this game, if you refuse to perform a task, it will lose your favorability.

That's a real loss!

Unable to understand the anxiety in Brother Springs, the battlefield atmosphere group gave him a thumbs up with a smile.

"stable!"

spring:"……"

To be honest, he is not at all stable at all right now, but he is panicked.

A company of 120 players, if it sounds good, it is a death squad, if it sounds bad, it is cannon fodder.

Their only task is to go to the intersection of No. 65 Street and Changling Viaduct, to stop the wave advancing north along the viaduct piers, to delay the wave until dawn at all costs, and to buy time for the rear troops to deploy a line of defense.

Spring has studied the map. The 65th Street is located to the north of the Fifth Ring Road. The street runs from east to west. There are many tall buildings on both sides. The iconic building is a clock tower.

Because the surrounding buildings are in disrepair for a long time, the fallen concrete blocks fill up the gaps in the building and are not suitable for passing through, just like a natural barrier.

The 12-lane Changling elevated is perpendicular to No. 65 Street. The intersection is a relatively open area and the only passage that allows a large number of people to pass through.

As long as the firepower is deployed on the tall buildings on both sides of the viaduct and strafing at the gnawing behind the rugged obstacles, the pressure on the frontal battlefield can be reduced.

However, this is only theoretical.

Quanshui has never commanded so many people, especially half of the 120 players are newcomers.

Fortunately, the other half of the players are veterans who have participated in more than two battles, and most of them are Awakeners.

On the way to the battlefield, Quanshui tentatively divided the players into three infantry platoons, each with four ten-man platoons, which can be distributed to platoon-level combat units with communication equipment.

In addition to the 120 people on the front line, there is a 20-man artillery squad behind them, carrying 6 88mm mortars and 12 boxes of 144 artillery shells to establish artillery positions in an open area 1.2 kilometers away.

Because there are tall buildings everywhere, and the height is hundreds of kilometers, the artillery positions can only be repaired on the roof.

Considering that artillery is a technical task, Quanshui feels that it is better not to rely on the efficiency of mortar support.

Maybe it takes more than a dozen shells to modify the trajectory, and any situation on the battlefield may happen.

At the same time, just as the company led by Springs rushed to 65th Street to stop Pang Langchao, a logistics force consisting of 200 force players, 20 two-headed cows and 300 NPCs was going back and forth on Beit Street. Between the 68th Street and the 68th Street, the first line of defense against the wave was built quickly.

This logistics unit is led by the chief architect of Refuge No. 404, "Knife Under the Knife".

The road conditions in the urban area are complicated. Two-wheeled motorcycles can barely be used from the northern suburbs to the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, and two-headed cows and bicycles can only be used as far as the Fifth Ring Road to No. 68 Street.

Fortunately, because Chu Guang had already presciently transported the building materials to Beit Street and stored them in the warehouse of the castle, the supply line for this battle would not be stretched too long.

The reserve of millions of rounds of ammunition is enough to cope with a regiment-scale battle.

The production capacity of the new industrial zone has reached its limit, and the average daily production capacity of 30,000 rounds of ammunition can theoretically be further squeezed to 50,000 rounds.

The old players located in Yuanxi Town are on their way back, and Boulder City is also involved in the wave, and is sending troops deep into the Third Ring Road to suppress the wave.

The longer this war drags on, the better it will be for Vault 404!

Whether the tide can be contained on 65th Street will be the key to victory in this battle!

It's getting late.

Dark night enveloped the streets.

As the sun went away, gnaws continued to drill out of the shops and alleys along the street, crawling with hands and feet across the streets full of concrete blocks, and rushing towards the players heading towards 65th Street.

However, beasts are beasts in the end, they obviously overestimated their own strength, and they were quickly beaten into a sieve by the bullets they were shot, and rolled down into the gutters and mud pits on the side of the road.

And those gnawing people who were lucky enough to rush in front of them would not get any benefits when facing players who were holding weapons and waiting for them.

A power player above LV5 can easily split the skull of the eater with an axe with 10 points of power.

Not to mention the awakened ones!

The eater who rushed into the crowd was like a sheep rushing into a pack of wolves. They were quickly chopped to pieces by archers' shovel and hatchet, or they were simply smashed into pieces by a gun butt.

In the shadow, a sturdy creeper with a body length of two meters crawled out of the window of a tall building on all fours together and attached to the wall like an ape.

Staring at the street with scarlet eyes, it bared its teeth and let out a dangerous low growl.

It seemed that it had found an opportunity. Its feet slammed into force, and its huge body was like a swooping eagle, smashing into the players' team fiercely.

The long stretched arm was about to tear everyone in front of him to pieces.

However, at this moment, a whistling sound of breaking through the air, but it was impartially blowing towards its front door.

The javelin thrown out was like a cannonball, which directly exploded its head.

The creeper without his head is like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground with a muffled noise, splashing with cement chips and dust.

"Fuck, awesome!"

"Why does anyone carry a javelin?!"

Seeing everyone cast a surprised look at him, Kakarot smiled and weighed the javelin in his hand.

"Everyone save some ammunition. Now the number of gnaws is small. If you can solve it with your fist, don't use a gun."

The water commander beside him also nodded.

"Yes, everyone try not to waste bullets, there is still a tough battle to be fought behind!"

Go through three blocks in a row.

There were countless battles, large and small, and although some ammunition was wasted, fortunately there were no casualties.

The iconic clock tower greets you, and 65th Street is in front of you!

Looking at a quiet street ahead, the Spring Water Commander breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood slightly relaxed.

The wave is not here yet!

They came just in time!

Without any delay, the Spring Water Commander immediately walked to the forefront of the team and shouted to all the players.

"Class A lay the barbed wire before going up, and use an engineer shovel to clean up the bunkers on the road as much as possible! Remove the concrete blocks that fall in the pit as much as possible, and dig deeper where you can dig. Don’t waste time where you can dig where you can’t move. !"

"Class B is in charge of the left-hand housing area, and Class C is in charge of the right side. I need you to deploy firepower points along the street to cover every inch of the battlefield!"

"The time left for us is only three hours...If soon, we will encounter the first wave of eater before 10 o'clock!"

"Everyone, act!"

The response to him was a roar of high morale. Although it attracted many gnaws, it was not a bad thing.

It is better to solve the trouble before the war begins than to wait for the battle to start, and to allocate energy to deal with these "skirmish soldiers" on the battlefield.

Leading the players of Class B to move to the left side of the battlefield, Kakarot assigned tasks to the teams to clear out the eater in several key buildings, and personally brought several machine gunners to the upper floor.

The support weapons assigned to Class B are two water-cooled Maxine heavy machine guns, imitated by No. 81 Steel Plant. They weigh 25 kilograms and fire 7mm full-power rifle ammunition. Each machine gun is equipped with 6 ammunition boxes, totaling 1500 rounds. ammunition.

In addition, there are 12 20 "Mountain Lance" anti-tank rifles, and two 37 "Heavy Rifles" newly developed and put into production by the No. 81 Steel Plant.

If the former can barely be regarded as a gun, the latter obviously has reached the scope of a gun.

If the fixed bracket is not installed, I am afraid that only the awakened of the power system can only control it.

Deploying two water-cooled Maxims on the third floor with the best view, Kakarot, carrying 37 heavy lances, took out his binoculars and looked at the direction to the south.

The fragmented Changling viaduct collapsed into several sections. The section of the highway was hundreds of meters long, with only a short pier left, which looked like isolated islands in the city.

The farther place was completely obscured by thick fog, Kakarot put away the binoculars and motioned to the team members to put on the gas masks.

Not far away, the brothers from Class A had already pulled up a circle of barbed wire to seal off several branch roads on both sides of the viaduct.

Although those few iron wires might be difficult to help the gnaws to move forward, it should be barely possible to restrict their moving direction.

With the machine gun in both hands, the physique player whose ID is [Kevin Broken Leg] couldn't help but ask.

"How many monsters are there..."

Ten Punch Superman: "I don't know... the information is 100,000, maybe more, or less than this. The fog can only be estimated, how many ghosts know about it."

Ghostbusters: "Do we have 100,000 bullets?"

Kakarot was silent for a while, and answered in an uncertain tone.

"Maybe there is... the logistics side promises that they will do their best to deliver the ammunition to us, but if not..."

As he said, he patted the hatchet on his waist.

"Just use this."

According to a plan made in advance.

If Class A hits the street, Class B will fill the front of the battlefield from the left flank of the position.

If Class B is also lying down, then Class C is on top.

There is no way to calculate the exact number of upcoming gnaws.

When a large group of fruit bodies gather together, the gray-green spore cloud is like a cloud cluster that exists physically, and you can't see the contents at all.

The simple fortifications are deployed.

Class A withdrew to the position.

The gray-green dense fog is approaching, and it is obvious that the humans blocking the front have been found, and the pace of those gnawing is obviously quickened, so the front has even started to run.

The rotten roar, and the creak of the soles of the feet on the rubble, are coming from the thick fog!

It is rare to stand on the front line of the battlefield, wearing only a cheaply equipped spring commander, carrying a sickle assault rifle in his hand, and shouting at the players on the battlefield.

"Bros!"

"The wave is approaching!"

"We need to hold on for at least twelve hours and do everything we can to stop the wave from continuing north! Buy time for the brothers who are building positions in the rear!"

"We may not be able to bring back the experience, but the glory will be equal to me!"

"Everyone—"

"Fire!"

Da da da--!

The barrel of the black hole spouted out flames.

The first to fire was the six water-cooled Maxims scattered on the left, center and right positions.

The projectile bullets were like raindrops, crossing the obstacles under the elevated road and bridge, and woven a net on the fragmented ground, tearing the night completely apart!

In the face of a sudden burst of steel fire, the eater who rushed to the front suddenly fell a slice of wheat.

Flesh and gunpowder collide!

The eater moved forward without fear of death, the alien species in front fell, and the alien species behind stepped on the corpse in front to continue forward.

In just a few minutes, the ground was covered with broken branches and arms, and a complete corpse could not be found, just like the sludge rolled out of a meat grinder.

The intensive charge was quickly disintegrated.

A few fish that slipped through the net were shot and killed by the players of Class A, and there was no need for a machine gun to waste ammunition.

The barrel of the machine gun smoked, and Kevin with a broken leg lying next to the window of the three-story building loosened his index finger that was holding the trigger, and he was also relieved.

"Easier than imagined!"

The predator knew how to hide, or crawl forward on the ground, throwing smoke grenades to cover.

However, these gnaws, as if there was no concept of death at all, rushed to be braver than clones.

However, in the face of the firepower of a heavy machine gun, this kind of bravery is no different from suicide!

On the position of Class A.

The battle atmosphere group that shot the last eater, suppressed the raised muzzle.

"The wave seems to have stopped."

The gunfire stopped, and the whole street was terribly silent.

Looking ahead with a solemn expression~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the spring commander slowly nodded his head.

"The bad news is that the fortifications we spent two hours before have basically all gone through."

I swallowed in the darkest: "That is your illusion... They are still moving, I can perceive their existence, and there is something terrible."

The battle atmosphere team patted him on the shoulder, and smiled without any fear on his face.

"Don't scare yourself, you'll be done!"

At this moment, a newcomer next to him suddenly asked.

"Speaking of which, why don't those gnawingers come together? Instead, they come in waves?"

The other player also frowned.

"Yeah... It only took 10 minutes to stop."

Not as durable as him.

The spring water commander standing in the position said calmly.

"Thousands of units squeeze together, and the speed of advancement will slow down, especially when the front foot is stepped on the back foot, especially when a person falls down, and the back will immediately become a mess. In the case of limited battlefield width, it is best to advance in stages. Efficient choice."

"Although these gnaws are a little bit stunned, they are not stupid...something should be directing them!"

Looking at the flesh-and-blood barbed wire fence and the thicker and thicker fog in front of him, a faint uneasiness arose in the spring water's heart.

In the previous wave of alien species, not only did not see the tyrant, but also the crawler.

Use cannon fodder to find the way, and the big troops follow up...

Are these xenogenes really just the fruiting bodies of slime molds?

The silence lasted for ten minutes.

At this moment, a harsh scream suddenly came from the gray-green thick fog.

Everyone's heart tightened, and their index fingers were placed on the trigger at the same time.

My darkest heart mentioned the eyes of my throat, and a strong sense of crisis surged in my heart.

coming!