This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 444: There is nowhere to run now

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Two lines of white smoke split from the explosion's fire, and one fell toward the valley and the other toward the airport under the watchful eyes of everyone.

If the missile successfully hits the runway, it will be enough to blast a deep crater in the center of the airport.

However, as luck would have it, the H-55 "Hurricane" was on its way to take off and it was too late to stop.

"Grass!"

Looking at the white tracks printed on the window, Curran's face changed wildly as he sat in the driver's seat, and he cursed angrily and pushed down the throttle lever.

The flames ejected by the twin engines suddenly increased, pushing the plane forward at a faster speed.

At the same time, he turned the rudder slightly to the left, trying to avoid the speeding missile.

However——

Danger was one step ahead of him after all.

Although the missile did not directly hit the aircraft, but landed next to the runway, for missiles with metallic hydrogen charges, it actually makes no difference whether it hits directly or not.

"Boom——!"

The air wave of the explosion spread at a terrifying speed, carrying shrapnel and debris from the explosion and hitting the side of the aircraft, instantly smashing the right wing of the "Hurricane" into a sieve.

One engine suddenly stalled!

While the power of the left engine was not reduced, the aircraft made another sharp turn on the runway, and the landing gear was violently broken.

With a heart-wrenching sound of steel grinding, the bomber suddenly rolled over, and its broken wings dug a crater on the ground.

The window of the plane was covered with a layer of cracks, and finally shattered into countless pieces with a crash.

Ke Lun, who looked ferocious, snorted and instantly lost consciousness while the world was spinning.

But before losing consciousness, he still struggled to reach out his right hand and pressed the button next to the joystick.

That was the button to delay the explosion. The default time was half an hour, and the password to unlock it was only known to him.

Although the troops stationed at the airport may not necessarily lose, General Griffin told him not to overestimate General McClung's level.

He doesn't care whether he will die, he only cares about the Marshal's ambition to conquer the world.

If the ground forces ultimately fail and fail to recover the nuclear warhead.

At least, the alliance cannot be allowed to get...

……

At the same time, over the airport.

Looking down at the ground through the window, the pilot sitting in the Saber fighter was completely stunned.

In the previous dive, he successfully smashed the weird-looking aircraft into sieves with his cannon, but he didn't expect that the thing still held a missile and didn't fire it out! ?

What he didn't expect even more was that the pilot on the opposite side knew that he only needed one more round of strafing to send them away, but he had no intention of parachuting, and even gave up his maneuverability completely in exchange for a horizontal speed that broke the sound barrier. !

Everything happened so fast.

In a Mach-level battle, both sides only have a few seconds to make judgments.

The Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a few short syllables from his throat.

"Damn..."

What kind of madman is he fighting?

There are nearly 200 rounds of cannon bullets left.

Although it is possible to do another dive to the ground, it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Without the protection of reconnaissance vehicles and machine gun positions, General McClung's position has been overwhelmed by the barbarian cavalry.

At a distance of 200 meters these cavalry are like a joke.

But at a distance of 20 meters, no one can laugh.

Especially in the open Gobi Desert...

Thick smoke gradually rose from the aircraft wreckage in the center of the runway.

Looking at the wing fragment inserted into the belly of the plane, the pilot seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed wildly.

Without any hesitation, he immediately turned the plane's nose to the west and pushed the throttle lever all the way down.

At the same time, he was pressed firmly on the seat by inertia and shouted loudly in the communication channel where he was the only one left.

"...This is the Saber! We are blocked by Alliance ground forces and the 'Hurricane' cannot take off! The mission cannot continue! Please return!"

"Repeat it and ask to return!"

The nearest airport is 1,000 kilometers away. Of course, no one can answer him.

But regardless of whether anyone answered or not, he had to retreat...

……

It was not only the pilots in the sky who were stunned, but also the real air force standing on the ground.

McCron, who had just gotten into the jeep, stared blankly at the black smoke rising from the airport, with a trace of despair gradually written in his eyes.

Not just because it was his last and only retreat.

It’s because of the stuff on the plane...

The officer holding the steering wheel swallowed and looked to the side nervously.

"General...are we still going?"

They originally planned to go to the airport to stop the plane.

But now, it seems that this is not necessary.

General McClung's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he squeezed out these words from his mouth.

"It's over."

After he finished speaking, his shoulders relaxed as he leaned on the seat.

The officer sitting aside was stunned, looking at General McClung with surprise in his eyes.

This high-spirited man in his prime seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant...

The sound of rolling horse hooves boiled in the southern part of the camp, and the overwhelming noise was accompanied by the overwhelming sound of killing.

As the elite of Petra Fortress, every horse of this cavalry is a dark horse from the great desert. The people on horseback are, without exception, brave warriors who are good at fighting.

After losing the protection of heavy firepower, the defense line on the south side of the legion camp was instantly smashed. The cavalry rushed into the camp one after another, rampaging through the camp, poking at anyone with bayonets, or firing with rifles. The people in the camp who were killed instantly fell on their backs.

"Capture the enemy commander alive!" the guard captain who charged forward shouted loudly.

However, everyone was already red-eyed and had no intention of listening to what he had to say. The bodies of people who had been beaten to death and stabbed to death were everywhere, including many who knelt down and surrendered.

Surrender?

Why didn't you think about it when you were squatting behind the machine gun?

Even if you have to vote——

Wait until I kill half of them!

Thinking of the teammates who died in the charge, the cavalry on horseback roared one after another.

Whether it's the Wilant people coming from afar or the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

At this moment, they are all like meat on the chopping board. As long as they rush out and stand outside the camp, they will die.

And those hiding in the tents are not having a hard time either.

In order to avoid getting their horses' legs entangled in tents, the cavalry would not attack those tents at all. Instead, they would use lighters to light wine bottles filled with cotton wool and kerosene and alcohol, and then throw them into the tents.

This special Molotov cocktail is much easier to use than grenades, and it is cheap to make. It is more effective to shake it before use.

Seeing the fire in the rear, Centurion West immediately brought people back from the western front to support him.

Although the defenders of Petra Fortress are large in number, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level as that of the Falcon Kingdom.

Many militiamen are even more negligent in training, and cannot even dig a foxhole well. They think that digging a hole and burying their heads is the end of the story, but little do they know that most of the back of their heads is exposed to the eyes of the opposite party.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to detach an army of a thousand soldiers, regroup and fight back towards the airport.

However——

Riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, he had just reached the edge of the camp. Before he could go in to help, he saw a burst of fire flickering due east.

"Boom——!"

Before the deafening sound of artillery came, the explosion's flames bloomed on the sand dunes.

Before the two ten-man teams had time to disperse and lie down, they were completely wiped out by the high-explosive bomb.

"Tank!" a centurion of the retinue shouted at the top of his voice in despair, "Everyone spread out!"

However, this desperate cry is of no use, not even a death struggle.

That's a tank!

And there’s more than one!

On the distant horizon, which has gradually become enveloped in darkness, black dots appear.

Tanks lined up one after another, their black muzzles thrust forward uniformly, and behind them was a vast cloud of rolling dust.

Looking at the torrent of steel appearing on the horizon, despair appeared on the faces of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

They don't even have anti-tank weapons.

There is absolutely nothing we can do against that guy!

The previous shell was just the beginning.

After the first hit, the other dozen tanks also opened fire.

Large pieces of deadly dust instantly exploded in the empty Gobi Desert, clearing out vacuum zones the size of basketball courts.

Every organism struck by the explosion fire was instantly blown into a puddle of minced flesh.

Even if they were not hit directly, countless people were scraped to death by fragments of high-explosive grenades and had their internal organs shattered by the blast of air.

Half of the nearly full thousand-man team was wiped out in just one salvo.

The caliber of the artillery shell is obviously more than 100 mm, maybe 150 mm or higher.

There are no fortifications or bunkers to hide from.

Facing the king of land warfare, the tank, what awaits the infantry is nothing but a one-sided massacre.

It's just the tank guns that are firing now.

When they approached the effective range of the coaxial machine gun, what awaited them was a staggered network of machine gun fire.

Climbing up from the overturned motorcycle, Weiside looked at the torrent of steel in the distance. His resolute pupils were confused at first, and then turned into bottomless despair.

"...It's over."

It's all over...

……

The battle outside Lost Valley is over.

With the arrival of Union tanks, General McClung gave up all hope of escape.

In fact, it's too late.

Nothing can escape 100 kilometers within an hour unless it is an airplane.

"General... what should we do?" The officer sitting in the driver's seat of the jeep looked desperately at General McClung next to him.

He didn't even know where to run.

McCron's Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

He does not think that he is a failed commander. He has deployed every unit to the position where it should appear and made the most correct deployment.

However, it is impossible for him to conjure an army of ten thousand people out of thin air, let alone allow non-existent troops to launch an attack.

What about Griffin’s tank?

Even if Camp 530 falls, at most 1/3 of the tanks will be lost.

That guy couldn't have imagined that if the alliance guessed their plan, they might send mobile troops to raid the airport.

But what about the Conqueror tank?

What about the "Prowler" that was praised by the Army?

Why did he only see Alliance tanks?

And why did the defenders of Petra Fortress suddenly emerge from their turtle shells?

Didn’t the group of nobles in the Falcon Kingdom swear that even if their heads were broken outside, those people would not come out of the turtle shell?

Which link is the problem?

He couldn't figure it out.

But...

It makes no sense to say this now.

In the face of a million-ton equivalent three-phase bomb, all struggles are unnecessary.

McCron silently pulled out his pistol, pointed it at his chin tremblingly, and turned on the safety.

He closed his eyes, but his trembling index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't pull the trigger after shaking for a while.

Putting down the gun with a face of shame, he looked up at the sky that was already stained with night.

No matter...

Anyway, it’s just a different way to die.

The sound of artillery in the northeast is getting closer and closer, and in the south is the cavalry's horse hooves trampling and shouting to kill.

The officer sitting in the driver's seat suddenly started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

His back suddenly leaned against the seat. McClun rarely got angry and just asked with a wry smile.

"Where are you going?"

"Valley! As long as we hide in the valley! We have hope of surviving!" The soles of his boots were welded to the accelerator, and the officer's eyes were bloodshot.

Theoretically this may be the case.

Whether it is cavalry, infantry or those tanks, they will be reduced to ashes in the nuclear explosion...

The trunk of the jeep contains chemical protective clothing and other survival tools. If you hide in the valley, you might really be able to survive.

The desire to survive was rekindled in McClun's heart.

However, at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a truck speeding out of the valley in the distance and rushing towards the airport.

What does that car want to do?

McCron frowned slightly.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Just like the ominous premonition a few days ago...

……

On the truck.

Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror, then looked at the flaming plane in front of him, tapped his earphones with his index finger and said.

"Awei, think about it."

"Yeah! I've thought about it!"

The short hair was blown into a chicken coop, and Tai Tai nodded his head while standing at the machine gun position, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"I thought about it when Teddy died... maybe everyone is still alive."

Sisi had a surprised expression on his face.

Including the sesame paste sitting in the passenger seat and the meat in the back of the car.

"...Digital life? Or something similar...Actually, I don't understand it very well. Including other NPCs, I always feel that they are not just supporting characters in RPG, or tool people who give us tasks."

“They can cry, laugh, have people they hate and people they like, and they can manage their own lives. They don’t just repeat some set things, but they really live a good life, just like We are the same in reality."

As she spoke, she herself became troubled and didn't know how to describe it.

Sisi glanced at the rearview mirror and fell into deep thought.

"Well, if you think about it that way, those enemies we killed..."

Tail said in a positive tone.

"Also alive."

"Then..." Sesame opened his mouth blankly.

Tail said without hesitation: "But even so, when it's time to shoot, I will still shoot! No matter what, robbing and killing are bad. If the bad guys refuse to surrender, more people will die. People. So if you don’t plan to surrender, it’s better to let them die.”

Sisi glanced at the tail in the rearview mirror in surprise, which was blown by the wind and couldn't open his eyes.

But she said nothing more.

Actually, she has thought about this problem a long time ago, but her sense of substitution is relatively flexible.

Even if you are a screenwriter who has won an Oscar, it is impossible for every plot and character to please everyone, let alone an ordinary RPG game.

She will choose the proxy that interests her.

As for the rest, it’s up to you.

In reality, you can’t kill people casually, but in the game...

If you kill, you will kill.

"I said... do you know how to dismantle a nuclear bomb?" Rourou shouted nervously while looking at the burning plane with his claws on the truck bed.

"Oh! No!"

Rourou said dumbfounded.

"Then what's the use of going?"

"There is always something that can be done..."

Sesame paste comforted Rourou. In fact, she didn't know what to do. She was just a teacher.

Tail: "Yes! For example, sending a nuclear bomb into the valley!"

Rourou was stunned for a moment.

"But in this case, the ruins will..."

"Yes, protect the dungeon or protect the people outside, this is actually a multiple-choice question..." Si Si, who was holding the steering wheel, said casually, "So I let Awei think about it."

Rourou: "What if you drive the truck as far away as possible?"

Sisi: "To the west is the Petra Fortress, and to the east are the friends of the Skeleton Corps. We can only run to the north. I don't mind sacrificing it... Do you want to bet on how far you can run before the explosion?"

Tail: "It doesn't matter, Rourou, the map of this game is so big, I'll just make two more of them!"

Rourou sighed and sat back in the carriage.

"That's true."

Anyway, the benefits of this trip are already considerable.

The power of nuclear bombs detonating in different places is different.

Among them, the most lethal one is undoubtedly air blast.

Whether it is shock waves or radiation killing, air bursts have the widest coverage, and radioactive dust can even be carried hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away by airflow.

The second is ground detonation.

A deep crater will be formed at the center of the explosion, and part of the shock wave will be released upward in a cone shape.

This detonation method is mainly used to destroy fixed fortifications, and has less effect on personnel.

As for the detonation buried underground, it is mainly a nuclear experiment.

There is a deep enough cave in the center of the Great Rift Valley. It should have been blasted out by some kind of orbital weapon. Although it has been partially buried over time, it is still a hundred meters deep.

That's where their goal is.

As long as the nuclear bomb is sent into the almost vertical tunnel, the impact of the explosion can be minimized.

The truck stopped next to the airport.

The group quickly got out of the car.

Grabbing the engineering shovel placed next to the seat, Sisi was about to step forward when Rourou volunteered to stand up.

"Let me do it!"

Although it is inconvenient for alien sequence players to operate the tools, most of the panel data is ridiculously strong.

Confirmed the location of the bombardier.

Roulou roared with all his strength and removed the entire drooping steel plate, revealing the nuclear warhead buried inside the belly of the machine and the metal bracket that fixed the warhead.

Fortunately, this thing can be disassembled.

Ignoring the hair that was scorched by the fire, Rourou used all his strength to break two aluminum alloy rods, and finally removed the nuclear warhead, which was about one person tall, from the belly of the aircraft together with the bracket. Pulled out from below.

Looking at the cylinder on the ground, she suddenly felt frightened and looked at her teammates carefully.

"...will this thing explode?"

Sisi shook his head.

"I don't know. It would be best if it doesn't explode. What we have to do is just in case."

……

On the other side, somewhere in the Lost Valley.

Wake up from coma.

Luo Yu shook his groggy head and looked around, a trace of confusion gradually appearing in his eyes.

"...What kind of place is this?"

There was pitch black ahead, like an unknown cave. The few rays of light exposed behind were mixed with the whistling sound of the wind. It must be located very high.

Yunting does not have an ejection seat, but instead has an ejection cabin with greater protection.

The parachute did not fully open, and the ejected escape capsule crashed directly into the mountain. The front half got stuck in the cave, and the back half was exposed.

Judging from the concrete **** scattered around, it does not look like a naturally formed geological structure, but more like it was pasted with low-quality cement.

According to the posts posted by other players on the forum, the nearby residents gave the Lost Valley a mythical character. In the early days, there were believers who believed in the God of the Sky. Presumably this is the temple they built... or a corner of it.

But Luo Yu always feels that this place is more like a hole dug by "grave robbers" than a temple.

But there is no way to verify what happened 100 years ago.

Perhaps there are no believers at all, just a few scavengers who come to pick up garbage. They have been labeled by rumors and rumors that they may not even know.

This kind of coincidence has not happened before in history...

Climbing out of the pile of debris, Luo Yu found the survival tools placed in the ejection cabin.

A 5 mm caliber pistol, two 15-round magazines, basic medical supplies such as bandages, and tools such as flashlights.

But unfortunately, the co-pilot brother did not survive after all. There was only a pool of blood left in the squeezed seat, and even the complete body could not be found.

Not to mention the vm tied to the leg.

Luo Yu mourned for him in his heart, then put his survival tools into his backpack and walked down the cave with a flashlight, trying to find an exit.

The wide cave leads to nowhere, but the dark red plaque in the corner looks particularly familiar.

After swallowing, Luo Yu pulled out his pistol and loaded it. He held the flashlight in his left hand and fired out a beam of light, then walked forward cautiously.

There are more and more plaques on the walls.

A rusty escalator appeared in front of me.

The upper part is buried by large rocks, while the lower part is a bottomless darkness.

With no other choice, he could only move on.

Especially when he walked down through a broken staircase, at least half of a wall was covered in red spots.

It's more than that.

Even the surrounding air has a rancid smell of spores.

As Luo Yu expected, a gnawer appeared in front of him.

However, just when he lowered his footsteps and was about to walk over and kill the guy, the gnawer seemed to notice him.

Then...

He spoke.

"Hey, that's a flashlight? Don't point it at me, slime mold hates shiny things."

Luoyu was stunned, and the gun in his hand almost didn't go off.

"You can talk!?"

"What do you mean I can speak... Your accent is really strange. Is it a dialect from somewhere?"

Luo Yu stared at him and took a step back, moved the flashlight away, and asked alertly.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I... Well, that's a good question, but I can't remember it clearly." The man didn't seem to take his gun to heart and replied casually.

Luo Yu's eyes were blank.

What the hell?

"I can't remember exactly..."

"Names are for other people. No one has been here for a long time, so I forgot about them."

The man smiled heartily, still facing away from him, without turning around.

Luo Yu stared at the back of his head.

"Can you turn around?"

"Are you sure?"

"Well..." Luo Yu nodded.

The man was not pretentious and turned around generously.

However, the moment he saw this guy, Luo Yu was completely stunned and couldn't help but let out a "fuck".

That face——

No, that can no longer be regarded as a face. It is like a rotten wood that has been soaked for a long time. It is so ugly that it is ferocious.

The man's lips were opening and closing like rotten wood, and the man spoke in a cheerful voice.

"By the way, I haven't seen a living person for a long time. After seeing you, I remembered a little bit of the past..."

After a pause, he continued.

"You can call me, White Dove."

Luo Yu was stunned for a moment, vaguely seeming to have heard of this name.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the book that Si Si translated on the previous forum.

With a trace of disbelief written in his eyes, he asked dumbly.

"...Are you a researcher at the college?"

Bai Ge thought for a while.

"Academy...oh, that's such a nostalgic name. Are those nerds still there? Or have they grown moldy in the swamp?"

"Probably still there..."

Although it is only in the background of this game.

Looking at that horrifying face, Luo Yu couldn't help but continue to ask the question he was most concerned about.

"Wait, didn't you die many years ago?"

Bai Ge nodded.

Perhaps it was a long time since he met a living person who could communicate with him, so he started chattering.

"Well...if nothing happens, I should grow old in an ordinary way and lie in a coffin like other old men. But in the end, I couldn't hold back my curiosity about this ruins. There is no way, people from the academy In this way, it is difficult for us to control our interest in the ruins... even though I have left the academy for many years."

Luo Yu's expression is a little subtle.

The chief researcher of the alliance is from the academy, but that guy's curiosity about the ruins is average, and he is more interested in the coffee machine.

"So what's your status now?"

The man confessed readily.

"Symbiosis."

"Symbiosis?!"

Seeing Luo Yu's eyes widen, the man said with a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Symbiosis is not parasitism. Two organisms are interdependent, share each other's prosperity, own without possessing... Don't you think this sounds great?"

Before the man in front of him came back to his senses, Bai Ge looked at the dark corridor behind him.

"By the way, let me introduce you to my partner... Hey, Xiaohong, come out and say hello to the guests."

A creepy feeling crawled up Luo Yu's back.

He turned around stiffly and saw an eight-foot...or maybe nine-foot-tall humanoid creature.

In the corner of the flashlight, he saw blood-like scarlet.

Its facial features are abstract, with only a rough outline for its mouth and nose, and no gaps can be seen, as if it has not yet evolved.

And its eyes are particularly special, they are hemispherical like a fly, made up of countless hexagonal structures, and emit a faint scarlet light.

Two slender arms hang down by the side, with a trumpet-shaped opening at the front end, like the cuffs of clothes, but no hand structure can be seen.

As for the lower limbs, it's more abstract.

Underneath the slender waist is an inverted cone-shaped carpet, which looks very much like Lissandra's skirt.

At first glance, this thing looks a bit like the evolved form that appeared in the last wave.

But not as ferocious as that guy.

If there was any difference, the one walking out of Qingquan City Center was more like a shark with its mouth wide open, while the one in front of him now was more like a dolphin.

Tentacles as thick as an index finger floated over from behind it, like a dolphin's mouth, surrounding him, but not very close.

Looking at the tentacles that were so close, Luo Yu swallowed nervously.

He didn't know what this was.

But I hope the dog planner can be an individual.

——

(Thanks to the leader of "Schrödinger x" for the reward!!!)