This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 602: A battlefield like a meat grinder

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A bomber formation composed of twelve "Dragonfly" transport aircraft passed over the bombing area marked on the map.

The pig brothers, who are experienced pilots, are still the team leaders, piloting the lead aircraft in front, and the remaining eleven wingmen follow in formation.

Integrate flight parameters such as altitude, speed, angle of entry, wind speed, etc. into the formula to calculate the approximate bomb delivery distance. The lead aircraft sends a bomb release signal to each wingman, then opens the hatch, and uses the bomb release handle to handle the bomb that has been installed on the rail. Just slide the bombs down one by one.

Although using a transport plane to move bombs is a bit ridiculous in every sense, the lack of accuracy can be made up for by quantity.

Aerial bombs fell like dumplings towards the city in the marked area, and soon **** of orange-red fire exploded between the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings.

Most of the tall buildings left over from the Age of Prosperity are extremely sturdy.

Even after two hundred years of weathering and a round of carpet bombing, most buildings still maintain their main structures intact.

There is only one hundred-meter-high building. The load-bearing structure was probably damaged by an aerial bomb. It began to slowly collapse from a certain floor in the middle to the north.

Looking at the scene that looked like the ground was shattering that day, and the billowing dust that blew away the haze and floated hundreds of meters up, Brother Bing and Huozi, who was standing by the cabin window, couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Is it okay for me to... deal with a sniper?"

Although this is also done in reality, most of them involve throwing a guided missile or firing a few grenades.

It is rare to spend such money to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.

This is more or less like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.

The unprofessional man smiled and snorted, and made a joke in the communication channel.

"Use your little brain and think about it carefully. Will mutants use snipers to shoot black guns? And there is such a heavy fog."

Brother Bing and Huo Zi slapped his head.

"Hiss... when you say that, I will understand."

He subconsciously brought it into reality. Of course, it is impossible to act like this in reality, but this is in a game after all.

The group of guys hiding nearby and making small moves must be the little mice from the Torch Church. No matter what the **** they were up to, a slap in the face was the right thing to do.

The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the NPC's thinking to be so clear.

The chatter from other players on the plane came from the communication channel.

"The fog is too heavy and I can't see the situation on the ground at all."

"Can you blow that guy up?"

"Then I have to ask the brothers on the ground to keep their eyes open and look for it!" Unprofessional Fanman laughed, tilted the control stick, and led the bomber formation back towards the airport on the ground.

After a pause, he continued.

"Let's think about how to land first."

It was not difficult for him to land in the fog, but those rookies had another story.

Hopefully, we will have fewer fights by then.

I hope the ground crew will not scold you...

The hundreds of meters tall building was broken in the middle, and when viewed from the sky, it was nothing more than a half-cut piece of tofu.

However, looking from the ground, it is a square mountain.

Even though the war zone was hundreds of meters away, the blown sand and stones still hit the heads of both warring parties and sprinkled down like raindrops.

The violent airflow temporarily blew away the spore cloud floating in the air.

The eyes of each mutant soldier were widened, and they opened their mouths unconsciously as they looked in the direction of the collapse of the tall building. They ate a mouthful of ashes without noticing at all.

What happened there? !

The same goes for the players. They even stopped firing for a while and couldn't help but exclaimed "Fuck" when looking at the shocking scene.

"...Awesome, what if this was made into a CG bunker!"

“666!”

“It’s such a bunker!” Shuke, who was driving a helicopter, complained in a fit of laughter and tears while reloading the machine gun, “Let’s first think about how to get past this level!”

Beta, who was driving a toy car, was lying next to him.

This brother was probably thinking that such a heavy fog would be fine, and planned to run over and show his hands to repair the car, but he was shot in the head with a single shot.

He quickly stepped forward and pulled the person back, but his brain was already broken. He was probably sitting at home in confusion and didn't know what happened.

The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire at the mutant positions to provide suppressive firepower.

However, the mutants also learned well and no longer confronted them head-on. Instead, they hid in the alleys on both sides of the street and penetrated from both sides to surround them.

"By the way, why don't those plane pilots help us bomb here too?" He wiped the ashes on his face and cursed.

Beta, who was driving the toy car, rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to have a bad mouth on the forum when I get blown up?"

Squatting on the other side of the street were the brothers of the Death Corps. Hearing their shouts, they laughed and made a joke.

“Remember to ask Brother Mosquito to injure your friends before dropping the bomb!”

"Hahaha!"

"What other functions does this game have?"

Although they were trapped in a dilemma, the players guarding here did not feel nervous at all

Think.

Since the bombers helped them get rid of the snipers in the distance, it means that the headquarters has noticed their situation.

More support is on the way.

They just have to hold out until reinforcements arrive. The brief rest was broken by a gunshot.

The two sides in the street fight resumed the exchange of fire, and flickering tracers shuttled wantonly through the narrow streets.

Were those green-skinned beasts really stupid? They managed to paralyze a fire-breathing iron box, so naturally they were not willing to let this guy go easily.

A hundred-man team that had been defeated from other fronts was quickly pulled here, and a group of growling mutants rushed towards it.

As long as they can open a gap in the alliance's offensive, they can save this defense line that is on the verge of collapse.

However, what stood in front of them at this moment was not just a broken down Chimera, but also an expanded centurion of the Death Corps.

Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as that of other corps, and their sequence levels are not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

He is also a master of street fighting!

Each of them was armed with a spray gun or a submachine gun, and some were holding bolt-action rifles with bayonets inserted into them. They fought hand-to-hand with the mutant soldiers in the alleys.

The mallet-wielding mutant had just smashed the skull of an unlucky guy, and before he could taste what it was like, the skull was opened by a guy holding a shotgun.

Some players struggled with the mutants and simply detonated their explosives, and the two of them instantly turned into a rain of blood. Even mutants who live a barbaric life of eating hair and drinking blood can't help but show a hint of panic in front of this barbaric fighting style. These people are crazy!

The alley more than ten meters long was filled with broken limbs and corpses. The thick blood and organs turned the place into a dark swamp, and the gunfire never stopped.

Just when the battle between the two sides was getting intense, rapid and compact gunfire suddenly came from the other side of the street.

"Bang bang bang!"

Thick and long electric beams of light rushed towards the mutant who rushed out of the alley, and the tangled muscles instantly exploded into pieces of fragmented rain of blood.

"Roar!"

A mutant with red eyes roared and threw the ignited explosive package in his hand towards the broken down armored vehicle.

The bulging explosive bag was the size of a schoolbag, and it was coated with black tar that could stick to the surface of the armor.

"Holy shit!"

Shuke, who was flying a helicopter, saw this

He uttered a curse word, threw away the machine gun and rushed forward without saying a word. He tore off the explosive package hanging on the armor surface and threw it to the ground.

Almost the moment he fell down, the explosion of fire tore his whole body into pieces, making a clanking sound when he hit the armor of the armored vehicle.

If it were to detonate against the armored surface, 80% of even a tank would be destroyed, let alone a thin-skinned armored vehicle.

The mutant's eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. He obviously didn't expect that in just three seconds, the iron box that was almost certain to die would be saved.

But there was no time for him to be surprised.

At the same time as the explosive package exploded, a shuttle of armor-piercing incendiary bombs swept over, instantly turning it into a puddle of minced meat.

"Shuke!!!"

Looking at Shuke who was blown up to pieces, Shrimp Pig Heart let out a howl of grief and indignation, rushed to the alley with an assault rifle and fired suddenly, but unfortunately he missed a lonely.

The mutants saw another armored vehicle approaching and understood that they had lost their last chance.

The leading mutant howled first, and the minions who were lying behind the bunker and firing all left the bunker and retreated, cursing harsh words.

Except for a few red-eyed guys who were still fighting furiously, most of the green-skinned animals had retreated towards the southern defense line.

Seeing the mutants begin to retreat, the fugitive Mole in the Canyon stepped on the driver and asked the brother to drive his car in front of the broken down Chimera and chase the retreating mutants

The soldiers swept two shuttles.

The hatch behind the **** of the vehicle opened outwards, and Elf Wang Fugui and Yin Leina jumped out and spread out to the bunkers on both sides of the armored vehicle to set up their guns.

One of the players who knew how to repair cars quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored vehicle with a toolbox in hand.

Moving away the body of the engineer whose head was exploded, he used tools to open the hood, and immediately started working with a wrench and screwdriver.

Leaning out half of his body from the turret, Mole looked up at the bombed city area and smacked his tongue.

Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.

"How's it going? Can it be fixed?"

The player who was busy responded without looking back.

"There's a hole in the engine casing... I'll give it a try. It should be fine to move, but the power may have to be cut in half."

"Then I'll leave this place to you, just drive back to the base if you can."

"OK!"

The player repairing the car raised the wrench in his hand and responded. Mole was about to retract into the armored car when the debtor Big Eyes of the Death Corps came over with a rifle in his arms.

Before he could speak, the Elf King Fugui suddenly opened his eyes as if seeing a precious animal and said with a playful smile.

"Hey, Big Eyes?! Why are you here."

I didn’t hear the underlying meaning, I was in debt with big eyes and hehehe

Smiling and showing off.

"Tch, I came here four days ago, okay!" Yin Leina looked back with a funny look on her face.

"I thought you lost contact."

"Get out, you lost contact! Your whole family has lost contact!"

I understood the guy's expression in an instant. He rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole sitting in the turret watching the excitement and shouted.

"Brother, we have taken on a new mission here, and we don't have enough manpower left. Please help me when you have time."

Thinking that Brother Chicken might not be of use to him, and he was just completely crazy and having fun at the moment, Mole looked at him with interest and asked.

"What task?"

"Support the brothers of the Burning Legion." "Those monsters still need support?"

"That's the mission briefing. They encountered some trouble in the bombing area... They can't be contacted at the moment. The command team speculates that it is probably someone from the Torch Church who did it."

It seems that I am extremely lonely. The Mole touched his chin

.

"Is communication blocked?"

Debt Eyes: "Probably."

"Okay, I'll get a few people to join us."

The index finger tapped his ear, and the mole looked at the VM

’s map, he ordered calmly.

"Attention Groups 2 and 4, there is a new task, please go to the map point to gather immediately. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area, activate the backup contact plan!"

The so-called backup liaison plan is to leave an infantryman offline at all times to serve as a human radio station and use group chat to exchange frontline intelligence.

Two tidy answers came quickly from the communication channel.

"Received!"

The mole who hung up the communication did not hesitate at all. He gave Big Eyes a sign to follow, and shouted to the brothers on the street.

"You guys stay here for a while, my brothers from the Death Corps and I will go have a look and come back."

With his rifle raised and his eyes fixed on the empty street ahead, Elf King Fugui turned his back to the Chimera armored vehicle behind him and shouted.

"Ok!"

......

At the same time.

In the urban area 600 meters away from the westernmost side of the front line, the streets that were visited by the bombers were in a mess. There were dark craters and cracked walls everywhere, and a few clusters of unfinished steel swayed on the twisted steel bars and concrete. extinguished flames.

A few corpses of flesh and blood were lying on the ground. Judging from the shape, they should be the alien species wandering in this neighborhood. They were swept in by the explosion just now, and only these little things were left.

Almost no organism exposed outside the bunker will survive

The boy came down.

Breaking open the broken metal door, the red tapir walked out of the ruins with black lines on his head. He took a greedy breath of fresh air, but was choked by the more pungent smell of gunpowder and coughed violently. Twice.

"Damn, that bastard!"

Thanks to his quick reaction, he and his partner quickly evacuated to the stairwell with a strong structure, otherwise everyone would have been almost killed.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to scold the old man, only half-speak, and run away indifferent to himself.

In short, it is no longer safe here. We must retreat to a safe area first...

The moment he stepped on the street with his right foot, a warning sign suddenly came to his mind. The red tapir reflexively rolled over and hid behind the concrete debris on the roadside.

Almost at the same time he hid behind the concrete debris, an arrow missed and nailed the place where he was standing.

Seeing the arrow missing, Chi Tapir glanced at the corner of his mouth, but the mocking expression instantly froze on his face before it stayed for 0.5 seconds.

Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a faint red light!

"Grass"

There was no time to dodge, he only heard a clicking sound, and the arrow exploded into a ball of fire the moment it missed, and the raging shock wave carried steel **** and shot them around.

The surging air waves hit the breastplate, and it hit me hard

With one blow, the red tapir felt its internal organs trembling.

Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he still suffered some minor injuries.

Without enough time to deal with the wounds caused by the fragments, he pulled out the smoke bomb and threw it at his feet, then staggered to another safer bunker.

Clicking on the helmet's communication button, he roared in the communication channel.

"Tang He! Find me the archery guy! Tang He?"

There is no response in the communication channel.

Red Tapir's face froze, and he immediately realized that it was Arzu who had done this, and he cursed.

"***old thing..."

That guy is probably planning to "let the dog out".

Those guys with underdeveloped cerebellum can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and will just randomly pick up moving objects and stuff them into their mouths.

He needs to get out of here as soon as possible!

On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, a trace appeared on Fang Chang's face

Surprised, but just surprised.

Want to run?

"Haha, look where you are going!"

At the same time after the bombing, he and Lao Bai, a total of twenty players, arrived in the area by helicopter and started searching.

Now that he has discovered the target's location, it is impossible for him to let this guy run away.

"Old Bai...the person is right in front of me. He is confirmed to be an apostle of the Torch Church. The location has been marked on the map, Old Bai?"

There is only the rustling sound of electricity in the communication channel.

Fang Chang looked slightly solemn. Communication blocking?

"Day!"

Cursing secretly, he took out another explosive arrow and put it on the bowstring of the Dawn Compound Bow. He lowered his body and pressed towards the bunker where the target was hiding.

The nearby teammates should have heard the sound of the firefight and are rushing towards this area.

He had to get there before the apostle escaped. Hold that guy down!

However, at this moment, a deafening roar penetrated the fog, and gunshots were heard from the street not far away.

Fang Chang stopped involuntarily and looked over there suddenly, and then the boy's hole shrank into a dot.

I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street. His right arm was a tentacle as thick as a python, and his left arm was a big hand made of steel.

The pieces of flesh on its body were like worms, twisting and swelling unconsciously, stirring up strange power in the gray-green mist.

Wielding the murderous dagger with two big fists of iron pots, he fiercely

I punched it in the chest, and the exhaust pipe on the shoulder blade spurted out tail flames accelerated by nitrogen.

However, this destructive power, which could knock over an armored vehicle, only caused ripples on the mountain of flesh made of maggots.

The fat giant let out a dull cry, but did not take a step back.

Vaguely, Fang Chang heard the strange cry of Brother Shadagger.

"What the hell?! What the **** is this thing?"

Before he could finish his words, a tentacle as fast as lightning struck his chest, knocking him away like a baseball, and he fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

Fang Chang stared at the monster intently and couldn't help but swallow.

"Butcher'...?"

No

This thing is more curious than the fruiting body of the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City!

Not only is the size several times larger, but the destructive power has also obviously increased by more than one order of magnitude! It is somewhat similar to the evolved body in the previous wave.

Seeing the mountain of flesh moving towards Brother Shadagger, Fang Chang knew that he could not wait any longer and shot an arrow towards the monster's face without hesitation.

The explosion of fire exploded in front of the monster's face, blowing its head into pieces and flying out.

Fang Chang was slightly startled when he saw this.

His explosive arrow only has a few dozen grams of explosive charge, which is probably larger than the explosive charge

It looks like there are more frag grenades.

When did you become so awesome?

As he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.

I saw that the monster with its head blown off looked like a normal person, its huge body not even shaking.

Then, as if controlled by some autonomous consciousness, the squirming lumps of meat swarmed toward the shoulders of the mountain of meat like crawling earthworms.

In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew back on the empty shoulders. And if you look closely at the blown-up remains, you can see that they are not skull fragments at all, but maggot-like pieces of flesh.

Some of them were blown to pieces, but many were still alive.

Abandoned, they stubbornly twisted their broken bodies and climbed towards the mountain of flesh, as if they wanted to become part of that body again.

Looking at this incredible scene, Fang Chang’s eyes widened.

What kind of outrageous black technology is this? !

And where did this guy come from? !

The thing that made his scalp numb the most was not this---

The empty eyes looked towards him.

Although there was a distance of tens of meters and heavy gray-green fog, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully taken away the hatred of the BOSS.

The wavy and wriggling tentacles were like seaweed floating in the water, but he had seen how fast that thing moved.

Brother Shadagger, who took a beating, still hasn’t gotten up yet!

"Is this another BOSS battle..."

Fang Chang's eyes gradually ignited with fighting spirit. He took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver and placed it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow.

It is a burning arrow that is concentrated with solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene. It can easily create a fire field several meters wide on the ground.

Since explosion doesn't work - then use fire!

In a building several hundred meters away from the bombing zone, Arzu stood in a different place and stared at the bustling city with an expressionless face, and a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect to be able to stop the Alliance's most elite troops with just a mere servant, without even thinking that those guys were members of the Burning Legion.

However, it's more than enough to create some chaos and help that idiot from the Tribunal escape.

Although he doesn't like those two idiots who have little success but more failure than success, if they did not die under the bombing but were caught alive, it would be a problem for him.

I hope they can learn a little bit from this failure and temper their exuberant self-confidence a little bit.

Their enemies are not easy to deal with, completely different from those stupid natives.

That Vault 404, which even he had never heard of, might be more dangerous than companies and colleges.

The idiots in the Tribunal should have understood this a year ago.

At this time, footsteps came from behind him.

An old man with a stooped figure and wrinkles on his face walked behind him and stopped.

The old man's skin was dark green, and he was wearing a strangely patterned ceremonial robe.

You can tell by his appearance that he is a mutant.

However, just by looking at his appearance, no one could guess how long he lived. Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed softly, lowered his eyebrows slightly and said.

"The Alliance's people are somehow endless, and our tribe has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we may lose this war."

Arzu looked back at the aging mutant, stared at the cloudy eyes, and suddenly said.

"Gomo."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City."

The voice had a hint of bewitchment.

Gomo frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and spoke softly.

"I have never dreamed of it."

"Then advise your child for me."

Arzu withdrew his gaze from his face, continued to look at the densely fogged city in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued.

"Let him hold on a little longer."

"Soon, the Son will give him power comparable to that of the gods."

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