This Game is Too Real

late at night.

Xizhou City, which was shrouded in silence, was like a dead city. Only the Sixin District, which was flooded by the lake, was flickering with scattered lights.

Inside the simple sentry, the greyhound wrapped in animal hide yawned, threw the damp wooden block into the brazier aside, and then slowly paced to the observation hole.

Although the weather in April has turned warmer, the air in Xizhou City is still cold and damp.

Especially the four new districts.

The whole town was soaked in water.

The water on the street not far away was sparkling, and a lump of black things floated on the water, making it impossible to tell whether it was rotten wood tangled in algae or the shell of a cracked claw crab.

Although life here has many constants, it is still the best choice to set up camp. .

The flooded lake water paralyzed all the underground facilities in the whole city, and there is no need to worry about the guerrillas appearing here.

Coupled with the fact that the claw crabs active in this area are the natural enemies of all living things, anyone unfamiliar with this area will have a hard time here.

so……

What does it mean to stand by yourself?

Looking at the silent streets, Greyhound yawned, thinking of his time in the middle of the Valley.

That time was probably his happiest day.

They were smashed all the way, turned to scorched earth wherever they went, burned everything and looted everything, and did whatever they wanted to the captive slaves... No one could stop them, and no one was their opponent.

However, since they hit the south, unfortunate things have happened one after another.

First, they fell in Qingquan City, and then bad news came from Qingshi County. Not only was their southward footsteps blocked, but they were even pushed back by a group of blue gophers.

I don't know if I see hope from those blue gophers, but the guerrilla attacks have become more and more frequent recently.

The group of survivors who hid in the ground were like rats, attacking their patrols with homemade iron-barreled rifles and crossbows, and tossing cans full of black powder into their workshops and garages where they processed bullets and explosives.

The greyhound was driving deserting when suddenly there was a creaking sound from downstairs.

Hearing the movement under his feet, the predator subconsciously grasped the rifle in his hand and called towards the dark corridor behind him.

"Who!"

"I'm here to change the defense!" The dark corridor responded, and a thin and monkey-like man came up from the direction of the stairs.

Seeing that it was his own, Greyhound sighed in relief.

"Switch? Don't you have two hours left?"

The man replied.

"Lord Golden Tooth's order, from tonight, the six-hour shift will be changed to four hours, and one shift a day will be changed to two shifts."

Greyhound was dumbfounded.

Originally, he was very happy to hear the changing of the guard. He was able to go back to bed and sleep, but now someone told him that he would have to stand for another four hours.

"That means... I still have a shift?"

The man obviously didn't want to work overtime, and said with a irritable face.

"Yes, it is estimated that Dillon came up with the bad idea again, saying to beware of blue gophers' sneak attacks. In the future, the scope of night patrols will be expanded from the surrounding areas of Sixin District to the entire urban area."

He had respect for that man a few months ago, but that was a few months ago. Their troops were unstoppable a few months ago, but now?

Huddled in the **** like a sick old dog, he hated the humid air, the endless raids, and the filthy rats.

Thinking about it now, even without that person's idea, they can still beat up the survivor settlements that block them.

If it weren't for the **** caution, they would have lived in the house of the blue gophers in the northern suburbs last winter.

Greyhound looked surprised.

"Sneak attack? It's twenty kilometers from the front line."

With the pass of Songlinyu in the middle, how are the gophers going to come here?

You can't dig a hole.

"I don't know, the order is like this," the crumpled map was stuffed into the greyhound's arms, and the man urged impatiently, "Don't ask, hurry up! The team that has been dragged for a while to change the guard will set off, and you will be the only one. People go over there!"

Although there was ten thousand reluctance in his heart, the Greyhound who took the map still rushed downstairs with a rifle.

The position of the rotation is outside the Sixin District. They have to take a raft to go out, and they have to undertake the task of patrolling on the way to the changing of the guard.

Many survivors came out to look for food while it was dark, and most of the guerrillas came out at this time. Walking alone at night at this time was equivalent to suicide.

The raft is already waiting downstairs.

Greyhound, who was on the raft, followed the nine brothers on the raft on the road. When he passed the alley, he finally saw clearly what was floating there.

It's a billboard tangled in algae.

Greyhound couldn't understand what was written on it, but felt that the shape of the long strip was very similar to a coffin.

Frustrated by this fleeting thought, he looked away from the billboard and chatted with his fellow brothers on the raft.

At this time, no one noticed that on the stinking ditch with the moonlight, a few imperceptible black spots disappeared with the shaking of the water.

An aviation formation consisting of twenty-five planes has arrived directly above their heads...

...

night sky.

Holding the joystick with both hands, driving a mosquito that attacked the ground with W-2, shouting excitedly towards the communication channel with a voice that was almost roaring.

"This is the air team of the Goblin Corps. The goods have been delivered to the target area, and you can start operations at any time!"

The height here is three thousand meters high, coupled with the high-altitude airflow, as long as no fire or bombs are fired, no matter how big the movement is, there is no need to worry about being heard by the people below.

At this moment, Ye Shi, who was firmly tied to the back of the pilot's seat with nylon buckles, had almost lost consciousness in his ears and cheeks, blown by the gust of air from outside the cabin.

He is numb now.

Otherwise he would have protested a few words with the mosquitoes about calling them cargo.

In fact, the current state of Ye Shi is no different from the goods.

The W-2 glider is a single-seat aircraft with no extra seats left for passengers.

But this is obviously not a problem for "completely real virtual reality games".

There is enough space between the rear of the cabin and the pilot's seat, and Ka BUG Dosse can still take off by himself.

The player himself does not press F to enter the plane. Even if there is no seat in the cockpit, he can create a position by himself.

As for why Ye Shi is here?

That's a long story.

In the morning, they were still in the trenches on the front line, shooting passionately against the predators. The original plan was to stick to it for 48 hours, but they were transferred back to the rear before noon and were ordered to perform a special mission.

At first, Ye Shi was quite excited, thinking that their outstanding performance in the campaign triggered the hidden mission, until he heard the specific content of the mission.

According to the battle plan formulated by the headquarters, they needed to take the glider of the Goblin Corps and parachute to the urban area of ​​Xizhou City to destroy the enemy's strategic facilities and buy time for the front-line troops.

Their equipment has been thrown in the airdrop box, and the box contains the locator removed from the VM, which can be searched even when offline.

Although the Mouse Brothers built a simple communication tower when they were nesting in Xizhou City, the communication tower has been out of power for more than a month due to the transfer to Qingshi County.

They need to use the radio in the drop box to build a new stronghold, or fix the mouse brother's communication tower.

Because they are airborne behind enemy lines, the operational risk factor is very high. They can only carry light weapons and a small amount of support weapons, and the use of equipment such as Type 5 and Type 6 exoskeletons is restricted.

But they are not alone, there will be planes to drop supplies every night.

Thanks to the popularity of black silk in Boulder City, the chemical plant of the new alliance pointed out the technology of "using biomass oil to produce nylon" a long time ago, and solved the material problem of the parachute.

When Goblin Technology was developing gliders before, a batch of parachutes had actually been produced, but considering that planes were more expensive than people, they were not distributed to the brothers in the Corps.

But here comes the problem.

He never jumped over an umbrella!

Ye Shi was in a panic at this moment.

As we all know, skydiving without training alone is an extremely dangerous thing, no less than slipping your hands in Russian roulette and shooting yourself in the head twice.

Especially when skydiving at night, you can't see the ground at all, and there are many ways to die.

But can I dance?

Of course it's not impossible.

One of the biggest difficulties in skydiving is stacking the parachute, and the other is landing. As for pulling the rope to open the umbrella and controlling the balance of the body, as long as it is not in bad weather and can keep calm under special circumstances, although it is difficult to return, it is not as difficult as imagined.

There are players who know how to fold umbrellas to help you fold them, which solves 50% of the problems.

As for the remaining fifty percent?

Just be careful next time.

The action code is "Warrior", and the players participating in the action are all members of the Burning Corps, and the Air Force of the Goblin Corps will airdrop them in batches.

Ye Shi felt that there was nothing wrong with changing the word "Warrior" to "Give for nothing".

In the communication channel, the noisy electric sound beeps continuously.

Then came the manager's voice.

"……do it according to plan!"

"receive!"

The communication channel was switched to the voice of the whole team, and Mosquito continued to shout excitedly.

"Brothers of the Burning Corps, this flight has arrived, remember your mission! Remember to open your umbrella before you fall into patties!"

"Xiaoyu will pray for your safety, the administrator will remember your loyalty, and wish you good luck!"

"Now, jump—!"

Black dots dropped from behind the cockpits of gliders, like Shet from seagulls hovering in the harbour.

This analogy is obviously not appropriate enough, but it is a sufficient image.

If the umbrella bag is not successfully opened and falls from a height of more than 3,000 meters, the shape will not be much better than the Seagull's Shet.

Unfastening the nylon buckles tied to his legs, waist, and shoulders, Ye Shi grabbed the edge of the cabin with both hands, feeling his calf trembling all the time.

Mosquito sitting in front couldn't help but urged.

"Fuck! You're really jumping! I'll run out of gas if I keep dawdling!"

Ye Shi couldn't help but spit it back.

"You're such an electric plane, there's a ghost of oil!"

"The head office is out of power! Hurry up, don't beep, you jumped, you have to go back and pull the next trip!"

Night Ten swallowed his saliva.

"I'll ask one last question... What if the parachute can't be opened?"

Mosquito was immediately happy when he heard this, hehe smiled.

"It's okay, three days later I'll be a good guy again!"

"Depend on!"

Seeing that this guy is still dawdling, the mosquitoes are impatient.

"Give you 10 seconds, if you don't jump, I will help you."

"Fuck, don't mess around!"

"nineteen……"

Mosquitoes are already counting down.

Seeing that his teammates were all jumping, Ye Shi was too embarrassed to persuade him again, he gritted his teeth, bit his head and turned out, and jumped towards the outside of the cabin.

The moment his body left the cabin, he felt like his heart was about to stop.

But that was only a momentary thing.

As the reference object left, when he began to fall freely, the instinctual fear disappeared in an instant.

Ye Shi felt like he had become a bird.

One thing to say, this feeling is quite cool, but the eardrum is not very good, it feels like it is blown.

The Marauders have no radar or high-altitude searchlights, and while they can't see what's on the ground, neither can those on the ground.

Counting down the seconds silently in his heart, Ye Shi suddenly pulled the rope on his shoulders, and with a light pop, a huge force grabbed his back.

At the same time, the speed of his fall is also rapidly decreasing...

The pull tab that controls the direction of the parachute is on the edge of the parachute rope. However, Ye Shi, who has only undergone 2 hours of theoretical training, doesn't know how to control this thing at all. pray.

Maybe the dog planner heard his prayers.

He was lucky enough to land on top of the garage next to a three-story villa. If it was a little further to the side, he might be hanging on the wall.

His feet hit the ground firmly, and Ye Shiyi stumbled and almost fell off the roof of the garage. Grinning his teeth and steadfast, he cut the paracord with a dagger, carefully avoiding the rusted shed by the garage door, and slid down the side.

"Safe landing... Damn, I'm scared to death."

Almost for nothing!

After confirming the safety of the surroundings, Ye Shi immediately checked his equipment.

Aside from the VM strapped to his arm, he now only has a Pu-9 submachine gun, two 9mm magazines, and a few pieces of dry food and a water bottle.

As for his sniper rifles and other equipment, they are all packed in airdrop boxes.

Just when Ye Shi was about to confirm the location of the airdrop box and his teammates from the VM, a rustling sound came from the side.

Because of the constant buzzing of his ears, the sound was almost heard by him.

Ye Shi, who had reacted, was shocked, and immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun, and even opened the insurance.

"Don't shoot, it's me! Old Bai."

Old Bai lowered his voice and called out.

Hearing Lao Bai's voice, Ye Shi's beating heart finally calmed down, and he leaned against the wall with a sigh of relief.

"Fuck... I didn't almost get scared to death."

"Take it easy, don't be so nervous," Lao Bai smiled, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, the airdrop box is nearby, let's collect the equipment and radio first, and then go to meet Fang Chang and the others. ."

After speaking, Lao Bai took the initiative to walk in front.

Although he wanted to walk slowly, Ye Shi also knew in his heart that they had already penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Bone-chewing tribe, and now was not the time to rest.

The two moved along the edge of the ruins, cautiously alerting to the danger in the dark. Soon, they came to the entrance of the abandoned community.

The street across the street was quiet.

Not to mention the slightest movement, not even the sound of the mouse grinding its teeth.

Old Bai did not go over immediately, but carefully observed the situation on the street.

Seeing that he squatted down next to Old Bai, Ye Shi, who was gasping for breath, finally calmed down and asked in a low voice.

"By the way, why did you land so fast?"

Old Bai replied casually.

"...It's because you are too dawdled. I waited on the ground for a long time before I saw you come down."

Ye Shi asked curiously.

"Why don't you panic at all."

"It's unrealistic to say that you don't panic. After all, it's an umbrella bag folded by someone else. But it doesn't matter in the game. Anyway, if you die, you won't really die."

Seeing that Ye Shi had been picking his ears with his fingers, Old Bai paused and said, "If you feel that your ears are blocked, you can try to squeeze your nose and breathe out, but don't make any noise."

"Let me try……"

Ye Shi, whose ears were uncomfortably blocked, immediately tried Lao Bai's method, pinching his nose and exhaling.

At first, he didn't find the trick, and he tried for a long time to no avail. However, after he found the trick, the eardrum suddenly seemed to be pushed open by the air.

"...Fuck?! Really?"

Hearing finally returned to normal, Ye Shi looked at Lao Bai in surprise.

"You skipped before?"

"Forget it... Stop talking nonsense and follow me."

When talking earlier, Lao Bai had already confirmed the safety of the street, made a gesture towards Ye Shi, got out of the bunker first, and moved quickly towards the opposite side.

Without delay, Ye Shi immediately followed.

The two moved quickly in the direction of the airdrop box, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of gunshots on the street not far away.

"Voice of Pu-9!"

Old Bai's heart tightened, and he cursed inwardly, and immediately took Ye Shi, who was following behind him, into the building next to him.

There was a screeching cry in the distance, followed by the sound of gunfire, and a green flare rose into the sky after a while.

Ye Shi took a deep breath and skillfully integrated his consciousness with the surrounding environment, sensing the faint fluctuations.

"There are about twenty people...about 400 to 500 meters away from us!"

This is already the limit of his active perception of distance.

According to the signal on the VM map, Old Bai frowned.

"They quit smoking! Eighty percent of the time they ran into the patrol!"

The location where they landed was eight kilometers to the north of Sixin District. According to the information provided by the strongmen, the night patrol of the Ya clan should not be able to visit here.

Is it adjusted?

Ye Shi looked at Lao Bai.

"Are you going to help them?"

"...Go to the airdrop box first, we have to recover the equipment and radio before the reinforcements from the predators arrive!" Old Bai only took three seconds to make a judgment.

It's the early morning, and the lights are blazing outside. It's not a good idea to rush over to reinforce before the communication is restored.

Just looking at the flashing markers on the map, they didn't even know how many teammates were left alive.

The priority now is to get to the drop boxes, get their gear, and then deploy the radios up high to restore the area and communications with the command.

As for Quit Brothers...

Lao Bai decided to trust his teammates.

"good!"

At ten o'clock at night, he immediately followed behind Lao Bai, stepped on the construction waste on the ground, and left the abandoned building.

Just as they were moving quickly away from the firefighting area, the entire nearby city had turned into a pot of porridge.

Greyhound, holding an assault rifle, shot at the alley in front of him with a frightened expression on his face.

a few minutes ago.

On the way to the rotation, Greyhound was still thinking about how the blue gophers could sneak attack on them, but before they reached the place of defense, they watched a black shadow fall from the sky, and Duang landed on the ground. on the ground.

There were only two flashlights in the entire team, and the rest of the people were holding torches. A little further away, the lights were dark and they couldn't see anything.

Hearing the movement, everyone was startled. Greyhound hurriedly hit the flashlight in his hand, only to see a puddle of meat.

On the cracked concrete pavement, the red and white pieces were shattered into pieces, and it was impossible to recognize a person without looking carefully.

The originally calm Greyhound was suddenly stunned, not knowing what happened.

However, there was no time for him to think.

Almost as soon as the flashlight came on, the alley across the street suddenly burst into flames.

The spark of the shot jumped on the street, and was caught off guard by the sudden burst of fire. The brother walking in the front was beaten into a sieve and fell down on the spot. The others immediately threw away the torches in their hands and searched for cover to fire back.

There was chaos in the streets.

Not just gunshots.

And the shouts of teammates.

"Damn, I got shot in the arm!"

"It's the voice of Pu-9! Those people are not partisans!"

"The new alliance?! How is that possible?! Blue, the blue jackets have already arrived here?!"

Who is the attacker?

Where did the person on the other side come from? !

Rumors abounded, and the patrol team was attacked like a bird in shock.

"Quick! Quickly call reinforcements!"

Listening to the hurried shout of the captain hiding in the window on the street, the greyhounds lying behind the car wreck were equally panicked, but they still mustered up the courage to climb over, picked up the flare gun thrown by the captain, and placed it on top of his head. One shot.

Only to hear a long beep of "chirp", and a flashing green light signal bounced into the sky.

The faint light, although not enough to illuminate the street, restored the morale of the surrounding brethren.

At the same time, the camp stationed two kilometers away immediately dispatched a truck after the signal flare was found, and a 100-person team carrying long guns and short artillery quickly rushed to the area of ​​​​the exchange of fire.

It wasn't just the greyhound and the predator beside him who looked dumbfounded, but also Quit Smoking, squatting in the opposite alley.

He originally planned to meet up with his nearby teammates, but he just met [Lost Mengxin] and was about to find [The Corner Sixth] when he bumped into the raider's patrol.

When I quit smoking, I felt that something was wrong. The sixth brother was too calm. The predator's patrol was almost on his face, and the coordinates were still in the middle of the road.

However……

By the time he felt bad, it was too late.

The torch on the opposite side hit them directly, and the lost brother next to him thought his position was exposed, so he pulled the trigger and swept the shuttle.

The sound of gunshots like an old typewriter directly ignited the powder keg of the entire street.

The opponent was caught off guard for a while, but he quickly reacted, leaning behind the cover and shooting at them.

"You're crazy! We add up to four magazines!"

After being pulled back by quitting smoking and yelling, Lost Mengxin gradually realized that she had stabbed herself, and said nervously.

"Then, what should we do now..."

Quit smoking without speaking, pulled off the fuse of the grenade, and threw it out after the countdown, forcing the predator who was about to leave the bunker to push back.

Then he quickly raised the muzzle, swept a shuttle toward the window on the street, and swept the looters who had already touched the alley to the ground.

The scene was chaotic.

With the light from the torches that fell on the street, he finally saw the rotten meat on the street clearly, and couldn't help smacking his mouth.

good guy.

My brain was smashed!

Recalling the thrilling experience of the previous landing, quit smoking can roughly guess what happened to the sixth brother a few minutes ago.

Or no umbrella.

Or it's too late...

"How can I fix it?" After changing the magazine, he quit smoking and said cursingly, "Let's withdraw first!"

Going to the meeting point is definitely not an option.

Luring those predators over, not only pitted himself, but also pitted his teammates. Even if they can fight again, it is impossible for them to fight ten.

All they could do now was to flee as far away from the landing zone as possible to lure the looters away.

When the teammates recovered the airdrop box, set up the radio station, and restored the communication in this area, they could hope to organize effective resistance or even call for air support.

In fact, they weren't the only players fighting the Marauders.

Near the ruins of the power plant about three kilometers away from them, the two unlucky **** veered off course when they fell and landed directly near a guard post of the Ya clan in the south of the city.

Both sides were confused.

The body also pulled the trigger instinctively.

At this moment, the air formation of the Goblin Corps has just returned to the north of Dawn City.

Standing on the edge of the airport, Chu Guang, who was flipping through the player list, was slightly stunned.

"Another one died?"

There were 22 players in the first batch of skydives, and only 14 were still online, and the survival rate was only 63%.

But the one who just died...

It's not like a parachute jump to death.

Since the connection of the morphogenetic field is not based on electromagnetic waves, even if the communication has not been restored, Chu Guang can still grasp the general direction and login status of the players.

Agility players have the highest survival rate, followed by Constitution, and then Perception.

Looking at the silent night sky in the north ~www.readwn.com~ Chu Guang whispered to himself.

"Eighty percent of the time it's a fight."

It was a little earlier than expected, but it didn't matter.

The goal of this operation itself is to create chaos for the Ya clan, and the method and means are not important.

Now Xizhou City should have turned into a pot of porridge.

I believe that tonight is destined to be an unforgettable night for the predators stationed in Xizhou City.

Not far away, under the guidance of the lights, the planes of the Goblin Corps landed on the runway of the airport one after another.

Looking back from the north, Chu Guang looked at the wrench standing beside him, and ordered.

"Let the ground crew and the airborne troops of the second echelon prepare for the second round of airdrops in half an hour!"

Wrench stood at attention and gave a military salute, and answered cleanly.

"Yes!"