This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 267: The 65th Street Blockade!
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"Awei, have you packed everything? You are leaving the city soon. Think carefully and see if there is anything left behind."
The entrance to Boulder City.
Before lining up to leave the city, Sisi was checking the tail VM and backpack, repeatedly confirming whether he had left anything behind.
The movements and demeanor were very much like his old father.
"Oh! I brought them all - wait, where is Rourou?" Taitail suddenly looked around alertly, keenly noticing that something was missing in the team.
Teng Teng, who was queuing in front, looked back at Si Si and Tai Wei in surprise.
"Eh? Didn't you bring Rourou?"
Sisi subtly moved his eyes away and whispered softly.
"...It's really weird, why is such a big bear so low in presence?"
It must be because I am too cowardly.
Sesame Paste, who had also forgotten Rourou, blushed and the cat ears on his head shook in embarrassment.
"I, I'll bring it over."
"Tail, too!"
Sisi, who predicted the movements of her tail, skillfully caught her.
"The reservoir area is not far from here. You can go alone. Ah Wei will queue up honestly and we will be here soon."
"giao!"
Routou has been staying with the two-headed cow these days. I heard that the other animals in the reservoir area are so scared that they are trembling.
We obviously arrived at a new map, but we couldn’t explore anywhere. When we left, we were almost forgotten because the sense of presence was so low.
It's so pathetic.
Sisi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
When you get back to the outpost, treat her to some fish.
The queue didn't take long.
The guard at the city gate just glanced at the wanted notice on the wall, made sure that no one had committed any crime and left, and then let the group go.
Originally Xu Shun set out with them, but because he received a temporary mission, he separated and acted alone.
The group agreed to meet outside the city gate.
Walk out from under the city gate.
Crow Crow stretched out comfortably, looked at the sunset hanging in the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
"I'm finally going home!"
She had sold the KV-1 exoskeleton with steel plates welded on it for 200 chips.
Although it was a small loss, it was not a big problem.
Thinking of a mosquito that caused him to get stuck on the wall, Crow Crow's smiling eyes couldn't help but have a hint of charming danger.
She swore.
If you don’t give that profiteer a fist as big as a mushroom when you go back, then write her name upside down!
The city gate is very lively.
There was an endless stream of merchants coming and going, mercenaries looking for work wandered around in the square at the city gate, and there were also some vendors selling strange products.
The militia regiment set up a recruitment office at the city gate, and the recruiting team lined up from the city gate into the slums.
The radio at the gate of the slum repeatedly broadcast the treatment for conscripts - two chips a day and two meals of nutritional ointment.
As long as you enlist in the army, you will be given a gun and will be given ammunition when you reach the front line.
Crow Crow looked around curiously. At this moment, a whistle came from the side.
Aware of the gaze falling on him, Crow Crow subconsciously turned his face.
I saw three men who looked like mercenaries, looking towards me with smiles.
Seeing Crow Crow looking this way, the mercenary leader walking in the middle whistled lightly.
"Hey, beauty."
The two people next to them also spoke.
"A person?"
"The job in the tide is not easy to do, why not follow us to the south to make a fortune."
The sight of Chi Guo made Crow Crow very unhappy.
Although I didn’t fully understand what this guy was talking about, I could tell just by looking at his demeanor that he was trying to strike up a conversation, and 90% of the time he wasn’t a good person.
Crow Crow made a driving gesture and said impatiently.
"No date, no date, just stay where it's cool."
She met a lot of chatters in the past two days, mostly mercenaries, and occasionally businessmen, but none of them were to her liking.
Not to mention the slovenly appearance, the malicious look in her eyes made her physically uncomfortable, and the words "very bad, very bad person" were almost written on her face.
What she is really interested in is the kind of big brother who is mature, handsome, polite, smart, reliable and full of sense of justice. And he should not be too silly. After all, she herself can be a little bit sometimes.
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 really good at it.
What a pity, it’s a paper man.
Looking at the **** beauty who completely ignored them, obvious annoyance flashed across the faces of the three mercenaries.
Although I couldn't understand the dialect of the place she was speaking, the meaning of rejection was as obvious as the attitude of not taking them seriously.
His eyes narrowed into slits, and the bearded man took a step forward, with a hint of threat in his tone.
"I advise you to think clearly before you speak. This is not Boulder City. After you exit that door, it is a wasteland."
"Anything can happen in the wasteland, what do you think?"
What the **** are these guys talking about.
Crow Crow rolled his eyes and was about to say "Go away" in Renlian dialect. At this moment, the voices of his teammates came from the direction of the city gate.
Teng Teng: "Huh? Crow Crow was accosted again? Why did I say it again..."
Tail said glumly.
"Damn it, why doesn't anyone talk to you!"
Teng Teng comforted her and said.
"Okay, I haven't either..."
Sisi's eyes fell on the two ponytails, his expression a little subtle.
"If you talk to Teng Teng, you will probably be arrested as a criminal."
Teng Teng turned around and glared at her, showing his fangs angrily.
"What the hell! Are you looking down on me?"
Sisi coughed dryly.
"I don't dare, I'm expressing myself inappropriately."
The three mercenaries exchanged glances, looking at the people coming from the door, with a hint of alertness in their eyes.
Especially the bearded mercenary leader standing in the middle, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
From these people, he felt the aura of "the same kind", but it was difficult to determine how strong it was. After all, there were strong and weak differences between the awakened and the awakened!
As he walked up to the mercenary leader, Taili clasped his hands on his chest and looked him up and down.
"Hey, young man, you are very brave, you dare to talk to our crow boss."
Looking at her arms folded in front of her chest, the mercenary leader's face was expressionless, and he sneered in his heart.
There are flaws all over the body!
He reached for the revolver at his waist like lightning, but he had just reached halfway when he saw Ichika in front of him, and a gun was already pressed against his head.
The wind blew past 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. Awei has only learned how to use a gun for less than half a year. If something goes wrong, I can only say sorry."
Sisi came around to them at some point, put the PU-9 in his hand on the back of a mercenary, and spoke calmly in non-standard human couplet.
"Me too, by the way."
Although communication is across servers, there are surprisingly no obstacles. Sometimes simple body language can make communication more convenient.
The mercenary leader coughed dryly, raised his hands in embarrassment, and backed away slowly.
"Don't be nervous, I'll just wear a belt..."
Sisi looked at him with cold eyes.
"Get out of here."
The three mercenaries immediately rolled away and did not dare to stay here for a second.
Sisi put away the submachine gun and hid it under his coat.
The people around were whispering and looking at the group of people with obvious fear in their eyes.
The people who were ready to make a move did not dare to come up again, they only dared to quietly watch from a distance.
Feeling the sights around him, Crow Crow 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 like something big is going to happen here."
Liszt's caravan has left the city, and the big white bear and the cat are also in the team.
Xu Shun, who went to do some business before, should be back.
While he was talking, the VMs on the arms of everyone at the door vibrated in unison.
Everyone quickly raised their arms and took a look, only to see a line of pop-up windows appear on the screen.
[Server-wide announcement: The wave is coming! 】
Seeing this pop-up window, Sisi was stunned for a moment and muttered something softly.
"My crow's mouth..."
It has only been a few seconds, and something big happened...
……
Exit from Huayuan Street MTR Station.
Players carrying weapons and ammunition are heading to the surface along the stopped escalators, passing through the broken streets, and marching towards the south.
The sky is already turning dusky, and it will get dark in another hour at most.
However, even so, the gray-green clouds can still be seen in the sky not far away.
"Isn't it two weeks as promised? It's only been a week."
"The wave is actually ahead of schedule."
"It's so exciting, we have to play in a group again!"
The players were whispering to each other, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.
This time the opponent is a different species!
That is, monsters siege the city!
The highlight of MMORPG!
It would be a big loss to miss such an exciting event. Players participating in the action simply took a whole day off in reality.
Walking in the team, I, Zuhei, carrying a rifle, suddenly spoke.
"I have a bad feeling."
The battlefield atmosphere team looked at him.
"Did you find anything?"
I took a dark look at the spring leading the team.
"That LYB is not wearing an exoskeleton!"
"Hey, you little clever guy." The battlefield atmosphere team chuckled and put an arm on his shoulders, "Don't worry, if you are scared, you will follow me in a while, and I will protect you!"
I rolled my eyes unappreciatively and slapped his hand away.
"Go away, you're the fastest one every time!"
The battlefield atmosphere team said nonchalantly: "The most dangerous place is the safest place! Although I rush fast, do you think I have ever died?"
Commander Quan Shui, who was walking in the middle of the team and looking at the map, had a Sima-like expression.
"Stop talking nonsense, you will listen to my command later, and I will try to bring you back."
He originally didn't want to take on this task, but others signed up voluntarily, and he was ordered to do so in the face of danger.
Although it is not impossible to refuse, no normal person would refuse an exclusive mission issued by a camp leader-level NPC, right?
Given the level of AI simulation in this game, if you refuse to perform tasks, you will lose your favorability points.
That’s a big loss!
Not understanding the anxiety in Brother Quanshui's heart, the battlefield atmosphere team smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"Stable!"
Spring water: "..."
To be honest, he is not at all stable now, but rather panicked.
A company of 120 players is, at best, a death squad, and at worst, cannon fodder.
They have only one mission, which is to go to the intersection of 65th Street and the Changling Viaduct, block the wave advancing northward along the viaduct pier, and delay the wave until dawn at all costs to set up a defense line for the rear troops To gain time.
Quanshui has studied the map and found that Street 65 is located north of the Fifth Ring Road. The street runs east-west and is lined with tall buildings on both sides. The landmark building is a clock tower.
Due to the disrepair of the surrounding buildings, fallen concrete blocks filled the gaps in the buildings and were not suitable for passing through, acting like a natural barrier.
The 12-lane Changling Elevated Highway is perpendicular to No. 65 Street. The intersection is a relatively open area and is the only passage that allows a large number of people to pass through.
As long as you deploy fire points on the tall buildings on both sides of the viaduct and shoot at the gnawers behind the rugged obstacles, you can reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield.
However, this is only theoretical.
Quanshui has never commanded so many people, especially half of the 120 players are newcomers.
But fortunately, the other half of the players are veterans who have participated in more than two battles, and most of them are awakened ones.
On the way to the battlefield, Quanshui temporarily divided the players into three infantry platoons, with each platoon consisting of four ten-man teams. The available communication equipment was distributed to the platoon-level combat units.
In addition to the 120 people going to the front line, there is also a 20-person artillery team behind them, carrying 6 88mm mortars and 12 boxes of 144 artillery shells in total, heading to an open area 1.2 kilometers away from them to establish a Artillery positions.
Since there are tall buildings everywhere, and the heights are often hundreds or thousands of meters, artillery positions can only be built on the roofs.
Considering that artillery fire is a technical job, Quan Shui felt that it would be better not to rely too much on the efficiency of mortar support.
It may take more than a dozen shells to correct the trajectory. Any situation on the battlefield may happen.
At the same time, when the company led by Quan Shui rushed to No. 65 Street to stop Pang Chao, a logistics force composed of 200 strength players, 20 two-headed cows and 300 NPCs were traveling back and forth. Between Beit Street and 68th Street, seize the opportunity to build the first line of defense against the wave.
This logistics force is led by the chief architect of Vault 404, "Leave a Man Under the Knife".
The road conditions in the city are complicated. From the northern suburbs to the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, you can barely use two-wheeled motorcycles. But deep into the Fifth Ring Road to 68th Street, you can only use two-headed oxen and bicycles.
Thankfully, since Chu Guang had already had the foresight to transport construction materials to Beit Street and store them in the castle's warehouse, the supply line for this battle would not be too long.
The reserve of millions of rounds of ammunition is enough to handle a regiment-sized battle.
The production capacity of the new industrial zone has been reached to the limit. The average production capacity of 30,000 rounds of ammunition per day can theoretically be further squeezed to 50,000 rounds.
The old players in Yuanxi Town are on their way back. Boulder City has also been involved in the wave, and troops are being sent 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 wave can be contained on 65th Street will be the key to winning this battle!
It is getting late.
Darkness enveloped the streets.
As the sun goes away, nibblers continue to emerge from the shops and alleys along the street, crawling on hands and feet through the streets filled with concrete blocks, and rush towards the players heading towards 65th Street.
However, beasts are beasts after all. They obviously overestimated their own strength. They were quickly beaten into sieves by the bullets and rolled down into the ditches and mud pits on the roadside.
And those nibblers who are lucky enough to rush in front of them will not get any benefits when facing players who are holding weapons and waiting seriously.
A strength player above LV5 can easily split the gnawer's head with an ax using 10 points of strength.
Not to mention those awakened ones!
The gnawers who rushed into the crowd were like sheep rushing into a pack of wolves. They were quickly chopped into pieces by archers' shovels and short axes, or simply had their heads smashed by the butts of rifles.
In the shadow, a two-meter-long, muscular crawler crawled out of the window of a tall building on all fours and clung to the wall like an ape.
Its red eyes stared at the street, baring its teeth and letting out a dangerous growl.
It seems to have found an opportunity. It exerted force with both feet, and its huge body was like a swooping eagle with spread wings, slamming into the players' team.
That long stretched arm was about to tear everyone in front of him into pieces.
However, at this moment, a roaring sound broke through the air and blew directly towards its face.
The javelin thrown was like a cannonball, blasting its head directly.
The crawler without its head was like a kite with its string broken. It fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound, splashing with billowing cement chips and dust.
“Damn, that’s awesome!”
"Why are there still people carrying javelins?!"
Seeing everyone giving him surprised looks, Kakarot chuckled and weighed the javelin in his hand.
"Everyone, save some ammunition. The number of gnawers is small now. If you can deal with them with your fists, don't use guns."
Commander Quan Shui on the side also nodded.
"Yes, please try not to waste bullets, there is still a tough battle to be fought!"
Three blocks in a row.
There were numerous large and small battles along the way. Although some ammunition was wasted, fortunately there were no casualties.
The iconic clock tower comes into view, and 65th Street is in front!
Looking at the silent street ahead, Commander Quan Shui breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a little.
The wave hasn’t reached here yet!
They came just in time!
Without any delay, Commander Quanshui immediately walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly to all the players.
"Class A stepped forward to lay the barbed wire fence, and used the engineer shovel to clear out the bunkers on the road as much as possible! Move out the concrete blocks that fell into the pit as much as possible, and dig as deep as possible where it can be dug, and where it is obvious that it cannot be dug. Don't waste time!"
"Class B is responsible for the left side of the room, and Class C is responsible for the right side. I need you to deploy firepower along the street to cover every inch of the battlefield!"
"There are only three hours left for us... If we hurry up, we will encounter the first wave of gnawers before 10 o'clock!"
"Everyone, act!"
His response was a roar of high morale. Although it attracted a lot of gnawers, this was not a bad thing.
It is better to resolve the trouble before the war begins than to have to allocate energy to deal with these "stragglers" wandering on the battlefield after the battle begins.
Leading Class B players to the left side of the battlefield, Kakarot assigned tasks to each team, clearing out the nibblers in several key buildings, and personally led several machine gunners upstairs.
The support weapons assigned to Class B include two water-cooled Maxim heavy machine guns, copied from the No. 81 Steel Plant, with a total weight of 25 kilograms and firing 7 mm full-power rifle ammunition. Each machine gun is equipped with 6 ammunition boxes. 1500 rounds of ammunition in total.
In addition, there are 12 20mm "mountain rifles" anti-tank rifles and 2 37mm "heavy rifles" newly developed and put into production by No. 81 Steel Plant.
If the former can still be regarded as a gun, the latter has obviously reached the category of cannon.
If the fixed bracket is not installed, I am afraid that only the awakened ones of the power system can control it.
The two water-cooled Maxims were deployed on the third floor with the best view. Kakarot, carrying a 37mm heavy rifle, took out his binoculars and looked to the south.
The fragmented Changling Elevated Highway collapsed into several sections. The sections of the road were hundreds of meters long, and the short ones only had bridge piers. Looking at it, it looked like isolated islands standing in the city.
The farther areas were completely obscured by thick fog. Kakarot put away the telescope and signaled the team members to put on their gas masks.
Not far away, the brothers from Class A have pulled up a circle of barbed wire to seal off several branch roads on both sides of the viaduct.
Although those few wires may not be able to help the gnawers move forward, it should be possible to limit their movement direction.
The physique player with the ID name [Kevin Broken Leg], who was holding the machine gun with both hands, couldn't help but ask.
"How many monsters are there in front..."
Ten Fist Superman: "I don't know... According to the information, it is 100,000, maybe more, or less than this. With such a heavy fog, we can only estimate how many ghosts know exactly."
Ghost hunting at the grave: "Do we have 100,000 rounds of ammunition?"
Kakarot was silent for a while and answered in an uncertain tone.
"Maybe...the logistics side has promised that they will do their best to deliver the ammunition to us, but if not..."
As he spoke, he patted the hatchet on his waist.
"Just use this."
According to a pre-made plan.
If Class A attacks the street, Class B will fill in from the left wing of the position to the front of the battlefield.
If Class B is also lying down, then Class C will be on top.
The specific number of upcoming gnawers cannot be calculated at all.
When a large group of fruiting bodies gather together, the gray-green spore cloud is like a cloud of physical existence, and the contents inside are not visible at all.
Simple defenses have been deployed.
Class A retreated to their position.
The gray-green thick fog was approaching, and it was obvious that the humans blocking the front had been spotted. The pace of those nibblers had obviously accelerated, so the ones in front were even taking steps to run.
The roar of decay and the crunching of feet on gravel are coming from the thick fog!
It was rare for Commander Quanshui to stand on the front line of the battlefield, wearing only cheap equipment. He held a sickle assault rifle in his hand and shouted loudly at the players on the battlefield.
"Brothers!"
"The wave is approaching!"
"We need to hold on for at least twelve hours and make every effort to prevent the wave from continuing northward! Buy time for the brothers who are building positions in the rear!"
"We may not be able to bring the experience back, but the glory will be with me!"
"Everyone——"
"Fire!"
Da da da—!
The black barrel of the gun spurted out tongues of flame.
The first to open fire were six water-cooled Maxims scattered on the left, center and right positions.
The bullets were thrown like raindrops, passing over the obstacles under the viaduct, weaving a net on the fragmented position, completely tearing the night apart!
Faced with the sudden burst of steel and fire, the gnawer at the front fell instantly like a piece of wheat.
Flesh and gunpowder collide!
The gnawers moved forward without fear of death. The alien species in front fell down, and the alien species behind stepped on the corpse in front and continued to move forward.
In just a few minutes, the ground was covered with broken branches and broken arms, and no complete corpse could be found. It was like meat rolled out of a meat grinder.
The intensive charge was quickly broken up.
A few fish that slipped through the net were killed by the players of Class A. There was no need for machine guns to waste ammunition.
The barrel of the machine gun was smoking. Kevin, who was lying next to the third-floor window with a broken leg, released his index finger from holding the trigger and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Easier than imagined!"
At least the predator knows how to hide, or crawl forward on the ground, throwing smoke bombs for cover.
However, these gnawers seem to have no concept of death at all, and they charge more bravely than the clones.
However, in the face of heavy machine gun fire, this kind of bravery is tantamount to suicide!
On Class A’s position.
The battlefield atmosphere team that shot the last gnawer suppressed the raised muzzle.
"The wave seems to have stopped."
The gunfire stopped and the whole street became eerily silent.
Looking ahead with a solemn expression, Commander Quanshui nodded slowly.
"The bad news is that the fortifications we spent two hours preparing were basically in vain."
I swallowed hard: "That's your illusion... They are still moving forward, I can sense their existence, and there is something terrible."
The battlefield atmosphere team patted his shoulder and smiled without any fear.
"Don't scare yourself, just do it and it will be done!"
At this time, a newcomer next to him suddenly asked.
"Speaking of which, why don't those nibblers come together? Instead, they come in waves?"
The other player also frowned.
"Yes...it only lasted 10 minutes and then stopped."
It's not as durable as him.
Commander Quan Shui, who was standing in the position, said calmly.
"If tens of thousands of units are crowded together, the forward speed will be slowed down. It is especially taboo to step on the front foot with the back foot. If one person falls, the back will immediately become a mess. When the width of the battlefield is limited, divide the steps into Moving forward is the most efficient option."
"Although these gnawers are a little dazed, they are not stupid... there must be something commanding them!"
Looking at the barbed wire covered with flesh and blood, and the increasingly dense fog ahead, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Not only did the previous wave of alien species not see the Tyrant, they didn't even see the Creeper.
Use cannon fodder to explore the road, and follow up with large troops...
Are these alien species really just the fruiting bodies of slime mold?
The silence lasted for ten minutes.
At this moment, a piercing scream suddenly came from the thick gray-green fog.
Everyone's hearts tightened, and their index fingers rested on the trigger in unison.
My darkest heart rose to my throat, and a strong sense of crisis surged into my heart.
Coming!