This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 136: War reporter Xiao Qi and Director Chu

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Near the east gate of the Wetland Park.

The battle between players and mutants continues.

After Edge Paddling led the team to steal the heads, he led the team members to fight and retreat. Following the retreat route marked on the VM map, they quickly retreated to the evacuation point on the adjacent street.

Logically speaking, the average FPS game can be almost completed at this point.

But for an open world game like "Wasteland OL", the hatred value of a monster does not seem to depend on how far it is from its home, but really depends on how much it wants to tear you apart.

The mutants chasing Brother Edge did not swarm into the ambush circle, but divided into three teams to outflank him.

This also caused that except for the mutants who were the first to rush onto the street and were caught off guard by the players ambushing here, the remaining two teams of mutants entered the battlefield almost full of energy and anger.

Fifteen people versus thirty.

Even if the players have a numerical advantage, only twice the advantage is obviously not enough to fill the gap in level and attributes.

The battle situation became tense for a while.

"Gan! How thick is the blood of this mutant?!"

"You can't fall down with two bullets in the chest, do you have to hit the head to die?!"

"It's so disgusting. It's impossible to fight without an anti-materiel rifle!"

"I'm afraid the anti-material rifle is useless. It's not a question of whether it can be worn or not. It's as if it's fine if it's worn. I think it should at least be a recoilless rifle or Tao!"

"What the hell? Brother, you also play loofah, wait for a while and rush to the street to play black together!"

"Well, I play Granny 3 more...I don't understand what you are saying."

"The dog plans to get up and start working! This time the blood speed is so unreasonable!"

After several rounds of cold arrows, the mutants gradually began to discover that these humans seemed to have no other means except a few small water pipes.

There appear to be no other reinforcements around.

A ferocious smile gradually appeared on his face. The mutants who were close to him used the hood and doors removed from the car wreckage as shields. They pulled out axes and daggers, preparing to fight these thin humans in close combat.

Looking at the fallen teammate next to him, and remembering the man's promise, Bing Shui had a sad and angry expression on his face. He removed the VM from his arm and gave it to his comrade beside him.

"Brother, this is my VM, take it back for me!"

The player was stunned for a moment and said blankly.

"What the hell? What are you doing."

"I said I would bring all the brothers back alive, but in the end I was left alone."

The more he talked, the more embarrassed he felt. Bian Huishui was filled with sadness. His beloved gun, which was almost swollen to the touch, was put into the hands of his teammates, and he picked up the spear on the ground.

"You retreat, I'm going to fight these dogs-"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

I saw a mutant soldier leaving the bunker and rushing over. A stream of blood mist exploded from his head and he fell to the side.

Looking at the sudden scene, the players who were squatting behind the bunker and shooting were stunned.

What the hell?

What happened?

Could it be that the planning brother got up to work? !

The mutants who had just rushed halfway were also dumbfounded. They looked at their fallen comrades in confusion, and fell into chaos for a while.

Where is the head?

Why is it gone? !

Time did not stop because of the confusion between the two parties, and the sonic boom pierced the air sounded like beans!

The metal projectile accelerated to Mach 5 by the electromagnetic guide rail burst out of the barrel and suddenly tilted from the side of the street like a storm.

The mutant warriors who rushed to the street were instantly swept away by the sudden firepower, and their stumps and limbs were flying.

Some mutants didn't even have time to howl, before they were beaten into sieves by the incoming mass bombs, fell into a pool of blood and stopped breathing.

Let alone flesh and blood.

Even homogeneous steel plates below 20mm are like paper in the face of this terrifying kinetic energy.

Looking at the four powered armors walking out of the shadows and the flashing arcs from the muzzles, the players squatting behind the bunker stared straight.

"Let me go...what the **** is this?!"

"Power armor! Awesome! It's the power armor in the official website setting set!"

"They are friendly forces?!"

"Maybe? It seems like they are here to cause trouble for the mutants!"

“The planner is awesome!”

"This is so handsome..."

Many young players had expressions of envy on their faces.

The streamlined ergonomic design and sharp-edged chest armor and shoulder armor perfectly fit the violent aesthetics in their hearts.

And the amazingly powerful Gauss rifle!

These green-skinned muscular guys are like paper in front of it.

In one sentence, he is so handsome!

"I'm not bragging, I bet this group of people is at least level 30!"

"Not necessarily. What is strong is the equipment and not the person. Give me a complete set and I can do it!"

“Fuck you! But having said that, there seems to be no level limit for equipment in Wasteland OL?”

"I read in the settings that some weapons seem to have attribute requirements. For example, the administrator's hammer has a very high strength requirement...at least in terms of settings."

"What do you think will happen if you use the administrator's hammer to hit the breastplate of the power armor?"

"emmm...ask the planner."

The battlefield turned into a one-sided massacre.

The players have stopped firing and are standing aside, completely handing over the dominance of the battlefield to this group of friendly forces who suddenly entered the battlefield.

Their little water pipes can't help anyway.

It’s better to save some bullets and watch the plot.

In the center of the storm, instead of retreating, the ferociously aroused mutants roared and charged towards the four powered armors, waving their muscled arms and throwing rocks, javelins, and axes. and greeted him.

However, in the face of thick homogeneous steel plates, these attacks are no different from scratching an itch, only making a tinkling and scratching sound on the armor.

It's like a cavalry attacking a tank head-on.

The reckless behavior of these mutants hastened their demise.

"Have these beasts grown muscles into their brains? Even if they attack these survivors, how dare they attack the power armor?"

Looking at the ax that fell on his chest and bounced away, a Marine grinned, pulled the overheated barrel out of the magnetic rail, inserted a new one in, pulled the trigger and continued to fire.

"Hahaha, I agree! The green-skinned monsters on the east coast at least know how to put two useless steel plates on their chests!"

Less than three minutes after they entered the battlefield, most of the mutants were already dead and wounded, and the streets were full of broken limbs and **** corpses.

The battlefield is tragic!

The fighting basically stopped.

Lu Yang raised his right fist to signal his teammates to cease fire, and was about to step forward to check on the situation of his friendly troops.

However, at this time, a sudden change occurred!

A furious roar suddenly came from the shadows beside the street.

I saw a green-skinned muscular guy with a bare upper body, standing up with an iron bucket in both arms, and swung it forward with all his strength.

He used his most primitive brute force to throw the iron bucket and his anger at the iron lumps who were massacring his teammates.

The fuse is burned out!

The iron barrel filled with explosives exploded in mid-air!

Although the mutant that suddenly burst out was shot into pieces by the soldiers who reacted in an instant, the billowing smoke and shrapnel still swallowed up the nearest powered armor.

The flying shrapnel obviously did not damage the armor at all, leaving only some small scratches. However, due to the angle, the shock wave of the explosion still shook the Marine soldier's shoulders.

"Ahem——"

There was a messy cough in the communication channel.

The Marine soldier who was stunned by the explosion staggered out of the smoke, his Gauss rifle on the ground, his right hand pressed on his uninjured helmet, and he shook his groggy brain vigorously.

The teammate next to him saw this and went up to help him.

"Hey...brother, are you okay?"

"He's okay, he probably laughed out loud."

"Get out...fuck you! Ahem...I feel like I need to see a doctor."

"Dentist?"

"Maybe it was the coelenterologist. I suspect he was startled and swallowed the gum in his mouth."

"Shut up!"

After scolding his teammate for making a joke, Lu Yang reached out and grabbed the comrade who was involved in the explosion, squeezed his shoulder to make him look at him, stared at his helmet and said seriously.

"Are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, the soldier nodded.

"I...it's okay!"

"Very good!"

Patting his shoulder armor, Lu Yang nodded affirmatively, then raised his right fist and waved it forward, making an attack gesture.

"Keep pushing!"

"Let's get rid of all the bugs before the sun goes down."

"Leave no one behind!"

……

Far away.

Chu Guang, who peeked at the screen through the drone, ordered Xiao Qi to capture the wonderful moments while commenting on the combat effectiveness of these people.

"...It seems that this power armor is not completely invincible. I thought it would at least be equipped with a nitrogen shield or something else on it."

"However, it is very powerful to be able to withstand dozens of kilograms of explosives at such an extreme distance. Humanoid tanks are a bit exaggerated, but humanoid armored vehicles definitely exist."

The mutant technology tree basically only includes black powder, and the explosive yield of black powder of the same quality is only about one-fifth to one-seventh of that of T and T.

Ignoring the effects of other factors such as explosion speed and explosive burning rate, the one just now was probably comparable to the power of 5~10 kilograms of T or T.

This power is already considerable.

"If there is a conflict, let me think about it...10 kilograms is probably not enough, but 50 kilograms of T-E-T is definitely enough."

Chu Guang spoke highly of these honeymoon allies.

At this point in the battle, there is basically no suspense anymore.

Under the cover of an observer, the four powered armors advanced along the alleys between abandoned buildings and neatly eliminated the mutants ambushing in the alleys and ruins.

Maybe it was because he was being sentimental, or maybe it was because these soldiers were unconsciously showing off, but Chu Guang always felt that they were showing off to him.

But it doesn’t matter.

Chu Guang wishes they could show off better, preferably by bringing out the full capabilities of the power armor, so that his game CG can be more exciting.

"Xiaoqi, get closer and stick to them from the upper left side. Let the camera rush in with them and capture the momentum of hitting people with the ball!"

"Ah? Do you still want to get closer? But I'm worried about stray bullets..." And what kind of momentum is there for hitting someone with the ball?

Xiao Qi was busy going over the wall to search for information on the Internet in another world, and found hundreds of gigabytes of information.

I can’t understand it at all!

"It's okay, just watch and take pictures. Anyway, if it's damaged, you'll have to pay them for it!" Chu Guang said without hesitation.

"Okay, okay..."

Looking at the power armor that used the vortex engine to jump five meters high, easily cross obstacles and land steadily, Chu Guang was filled with envy while commanding Xiao Qi to give the big brothers a few blows. A close-up shot.

This mobility is really awesome!

The equivalent of a Hummer flying down an alley.

If you have this jumping ability, why are you afraid of RPG?

I’m afraid I could run away after the RPG!

Hey, I really want to get one!

In just five minutes, the battle outside the mutant camp has ended, and the remaining sporadic resistance is nothing more than a desperate struggle.

Instructing Xiao Qi to raise the camera again, Chu Guang looked at the powered armor that broke into the mutant camp. After taking enough photos, Chu Guang had an unfinished expression on his face.

"It would be nice if there was another long-range tactical nuclear strike."

Xiao Qi said weakly: "But won't that accidentally hurt your players?"

At this time, the players have entered the alley near the mutant camp.

It's not to support allies, but mainly to pick up heads.

A mutant corpse can be exchanged for a lot of money!

Does it matter if I kill myself?

NPCs will not compete with players for credit anyway.

Chu Guang didn't care about the actions of those little players. The corpses of mutants could also be used, and a lot of active substances were produced.

At the same time, a light blue pop-up window appeared in Chu Guang's eyes.

[Mission accomplished! 】

[Requirement: Destroy the mutant tribe on Street 76]

[Reward: 200 bonus points]

……

"Region cleared."

"Confirmed that 47 mutants were killed...which is much more than the information provided by friendly forces. Moreover, these beasts also blew up the brain of one of our guys. I think they should give us some compensation."

"Go away...if you dare to mention my brain again, I will stuff my fist into your mouth!"

"Hahaha, calm down, I was just joking."

The soldiers occupying the camp were bragging and spanking on the communication channel. This time Lu Yang did not care about them. After a big war, they really needed to relax.

All mutants have been eliminated, leaving no one alive.

It would be better to say that these mutants did not give them a chance to survive.

From the moment they entered the fortress, the green-skinned monsters in the camp wearing strange clothes rushed towards them like crazy.

However, this is of no use.

In front of the Gauss rifle, not to mention their muscles, even their wooden strongholds looked like paper.

They drove the remaining mutants to the east side of the camp, which was probably the leader's camp, or a similar place. Then they fired at the inside until the barrels of the guns held by the magnetic rails burned red, then they stopped firing and went in to finish the job.

There is no need to be kind to mutants.

In the past two centuries, they have never done a good thing.

"Captain, come here and take a look..."

"What did you find?"

"Some interesting things...you will know when you come over and take a look."

Hearing the voice of his comrades, Lu Yang, who was explaining the frontline situation to the Pioneer 10 kilometers away, immediately walked towards the Marine.

In front of them was a spacious wooden house. The door of the house was wide at both ends and narrow in the middle. There were barbs hanging from the eaves, just like the mouth of a monster. There are some parts picked from the prey on display in the house, including bear claws, deer heads, two-headed dogs, and human hands.

Mutants have a unique tribal culture. They not only worship blood and violence, but also have unique feelings for the alien species in the wasteland.

They will not eat the whole prey, but will keep part of the prey, half of which is smeared with juice containing copper sulfate and nitrous acid, and collected as trophies, and the other half will be thrown at the entrance of the camp or on the wall. In addition, as tributes to the gods in their minds... although most of these tributes were eventually eaten by creatures such as rats and cockroaches.

This is a bit like an altar for storing loot.

"Is there anything worth paying attention to here?" Lu Yang glanced at the situation in the room, with a look of disgust on his face.

If he could, he really wouldn't want to stay here for a second longer.

"Yes Captain...I found something strange here."

As he spoke, the Marine flicked the light on his helmet to the floor.

Lu Yang looked along the light and saw a deep blood mark on the wooden floor.

Looking at the shape, it looks a bit like the drag marks of a corpse.

"This is a bit like a place of sacrifice. The mutants slaughter their prey here and then dismember it——"

"Okay, you don't have to say anything, I know how they do it."

Lu Yang frowned, stepped forward, and stepped on the floor made of whole wood with his right foot.

There seemed to be something wrong with the sound coming from under my feet.

He felt a slight movement in his heart, and stepped forward with his right foot, directly trampling the piece of wood into two pieces.

Sure enough!

The floor below is empty.

Lu Yang followed the same pattern and broke a few more pieces of wood, then shined a beam of light down below. What he saw was a tunnel with strange symbols carved on the walls.

"...There is actually a tunnel?"

The Marine soldier walked next to him and compared it with the pre-war map in the database.

"Your current location should be the central flower bed of the community... Judging from the concrete structure below, this underground passage should have been built before the war."

So those symbols on the wall were left by mutants?

"Where do you think this tunnel will lead?"

"Sir, I don't know, but based on experience... there are only certain special shelter facilities that need to be hidden under flower beds."

Lu Yang thought for a moment and quickly made a judgment.

"Let's go down and have a look."