This game is too real.

Chapter 719 "Crab" and "Big Fish"

A piece of blue sea.

A sea-blue painted propeller plane is quietly sticking to the surface of the sea, undulating with the turbulent waves, like a drifting plank.

Instead of the 20mm cannon, two floats lie under the plane like a sled.A depth charge with a pressure sensor was firmly attached to the belly of the aircraft, like a sharp knife hidden under the blue.

There was silence all around, only the sound of the tide rolling.

At this moment, Feng Qing, who was lying in the cockpit with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes with a jerk, and sat up straight from the seat.

Because of the excessive force, her forehead almost hit the cockpit, but thanks to the safety belt, there was no accident.

Amidst the creaking sound, the silent plane seemed to come to life again.

At almost the same time, the standard drake voice of the corps commander Brother Mosquito came from the communication channel.

"...the fish is hooked!"

There was a loud electric sound in the communication channel.

The VM screen strapped to the thigh also lights up at the same time, and the strike coordinates estimated based on the positions and relative distances of friendly forces are displayed on the map.

Unhurriedly, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. Feng Qing skillfully reached out and opened the instrument panel on the cockpit, and started the engine of the plane.

The propeller on the nose roared, dragging the light body forward against the waves.

Controlling the speed at the critical point of take-off, Feng Qing did not rush to pull the nose up, and tapped the beat with his index finger holding the joystick.

The continuous sound of the tide was overwhelmed by the roar of the more turbulent propellers, and the peaceful sea surface suddenly boiled.

Not just a—

But a full fifty!
A W-2/H sea attack aircraft is like a galloping speedboat, clinging to the turbulent sea, moving quickly towards the attack coordinates shared by the friendly forces...

……

The sound of the tide is boiling above the blue waves, and there are also surging waves below the blue waves.

The hoarse scream was like a sweeping harpoon, driving away the fish and alien species in front, a group of monsters in blue scales were clinging to the seabed, swimming quickly in the direction of the submarine water pipeline on the west side of the circular island move.

Behind this group of mutants was a huge sea monster that looked like a snake or a fish, a bit like a prehistoric plesiosaur.

The tens-meter-long tail is hung with scales like dragon scales, the protruding head is like a crocodile's mouth, and the sharp fangs are like blades on a chainsaw, as if it can bite a small ship in one bite.

Local fishermen call it Laken, which comes from a folk song circulating in the southern seas, which means "dragon in the deep sea".

Although according to the "law of mind influence", it is difficult for mind interference devices to directly control this kind of alien species with a large brain capacity, but mind can be reduced by various means such as drugs.

For the church, this is obviously not a difficult task.

They can even turn a province's survivors into mindless puppets, not to mention a alien whose mind is far inferior to that of a human.

The goal is quickly approaching.

One of the mutants separated from the group, accelerated to swim to the front of all the clansmen, and took out a palm-sized thermite bomb from its back.

This thing is also the weapon given to them by the torch.

After activation, not only can it burn underwater, it can even burn through steel plates of hundreds of millimeters!

The blue-skinned guy contorted his disgusting face, let out a chuckle, and then pressed the button on the bomb, and a 30-second countdown appeared on the screen.

However, at the same time, when it was less than 50 meters away from the submarine water pipeline, a weak tremor of water suddenly rushed to its side from the side.

Something is fast approaching it.

Just as it sensed something was wrong, it was about to react when a sharp arrow pierced through its side in an instant, pushing it towards the sea surface with a blunt blast.

A hoarse and dull wail came out of the mutant's mouth, and large sheets of air bubbles instantly flooded its entire face and the gills hidden in its lower jaw.

Losing its balance and enduring great pain, it flapped its hands and feet wildly in the sea, but forgot to let go of the hand holding the thermite bomb.

And at this moment, the 30-second countdown just ended, and a glaring white light engulfed a large piece of air bubbles, engulfing the guy in an instant.

The slowly blooming fireworks were like datura flowers blooming on the bottom of the sea, and the army of blue-skinned mutants who came from the mountains and tsunami were instantly stunned by this horrifying scene.

They didn't know what happened, panic expressions appeared on their faces, and they looked around in bewilderment to find the source of the attack.

And at this moment, not far from them, crab-shaped iron lumps were quietly lurking on the edge of a seaweed forest, and the thick and long barrels were already aimed at them from afar.

If the imperial army was here, they would definitely be familiar with this scene.

These thick armored iron bumps are carved out of the same mold as the "King Crab" amphibious armor that rampaged in Port Jingallon!

In fact, they are the same thing.

It's just that the weapons hanging on the arms have been changed from two 37mm cannons to a chainsaw specially designed for deep sea environments, and a supercavitation weapon called "Harpoon".

The principle of this thing, as the name suggests, is to use the principle of supercavitation to reduce drag. The tail is equipped with nitrate propellant, and the front end is a warhead with ladder aluminum mixed with magnesium powder charge. It is equivalent to a reduced version of a torpedo with a caliber of 19mm. The device is the same as the 19mm bolt gun, which is convenient for switching ammunition after going ashore to continue the pursuit.

Unlike the 19mm bolt bomb, the effective killing distance of the 19mm "harpoon" is only 200 meters, and the minimum safe distance is only 10 meters.

This combat radius is still a bit difficult to deal with some ships, but it is more than enough to deal with near-surface torpedoes and frogman troops.

Although the alliance's arsenal was thinking about underwater weapons for the first time, after receiving technical support from the survivors of Coral City, the giant stone military industry quickly solved several of the problems, and installed this thing on the alliance's "emperor" crab".

This is the first actual combat of "Harpoon".

So far, the effect is quite good...

Looking at the "fireworks" falling to the seabed in the distance, and the group of restless demons and ghosts behind him, Voldemort lying in the "King Crab" grinned.

"I didn't expect our Jungle Corps to work part-time as a navy one day."

The voices of teammates came from the communication channel.

"In a sense, the kelp forest can also be regarded as a jungle."

"666!"

"It doesn't matter, the opponents are all mutants anyway."

There's nothing to hold back with these bastards.

They should go to hell to repent—

"Hits count! Fire freely!"

Spit out a string of air bubbles from the crab shell, Voldemort manipulated the king crab and stepped forward, "Don't let our fish get away!"

There was a vigorous response from the communication channel.

"Roger that!"

"Ouch!"

Following the order to attack, a total of 22 "King Crabs" fired at the same time, launching underwater flares based on the target source detected by the sonar.

Blossoms of dazzling white light bloomed near the group of aquatic mutants, instantly lighting up a piece of water that could not be seen beyond the reach of one's fingers into day.

The aquatic mutants who had already adapted to the darkness around them screamed and raised their arms to cover their stinging eyes.

At the same time, one after another "harpoon" that dragged the air bubbles shuttled wantonly under the light, harvesting fresh lives like the scythe of death.

In just a few breaths, dozens of aquatic mutants were shot to burst into flesh and blood, and a scarlet blood mist spread wantonly along with the water flow.

Death is spreading.

Fear crept into the hearts of every mutant.

Unlike those green skins on the shore, those who nested under the cold and damp reefs learned more fish-like cunning than beast-like bloodthirsty and madness.

Seeing that morale was about to collapse, the leader of the mutants dormant among the mutant crowd let out a deep and long howl.

"It's human!"

"They're down there!"

"Rush up! Tear them apart!"

Hearing the leader's roar, the mutants, who were continuously suffering casualties, finally regained some morale, kicking their legs vigorously and rushing to the seabed below them.

As the depth descends, the surrounding water pressure also increases, squeezing their bloodshot eyeballs and muscular solid chest.

Finally approaching the nearly 300-meter-deep seabed, the glaring white light gradually moved away from them.

"Crack-!"

Nearly a thousand mutants who had reintegrated into the darkness gradually regained their eyesight, let out roars to disperse fear, and charged towards the source of the attack with all kinds of guys in their hands.

Coincidentally, their opponents thought so too.

22 huge "King Crabs" turned on their searchlights almost at the same time, waved their crab legs and crab claws welded with a chainsaw, and killed the blue-skinned monsters!
Excited roars echoed in the communication channel——

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

Flesh and steel collided together!
A "King Crab" armor quickly popped out of the inwardly folded mechanical legs, kicking the mutants who were rushing while grabbing the thermite out.

Immediately afterwards, the huge body rushed forward again, and the forward-stretched forefoot slammed down fiercely, stepping on the back of another mutant who swooped over impartially, like trampling an ant to death It seemed to be pressed to death on the uneven rock.

A mutant got around to its back by chance, trying to pry open the thick crab shell with the harpoon in his hand, but he didn't even scrape off the paint on it.

Just when it was about to think of other ideas, a real "harpoon" shot its chest, and half of its body was blasted into blood mist and minced flesh.

Mutants are like garlic cloves dropped into a garlic machine, they are crushed into bloody mud in an instant.

Harpoons were thrown from their powerful arms, but only scratches were left on the steel shell.

They tried their best, using harpoon guns, underwater rifles, short knives and daggers, and even deep-water mines and explosives... However, in the face of this armor that is several times thicker than the split-claw crab, all these efforts are ineffective. All in vain.

The harsh searchlights dazzled them blindly, but the thick and long chainsaw could split them in two with just a light touch.

Not just chainsaws -

And the fishing net bombs sprayed from the thick and long barrels!
The strong silk threads formed a large net, binding many mutants to the reef, or simply tied them together with other mutants.

And the more struggling.

The tighter the fishing net is tied!

In just 5 minutes, more than two hundred mutants had already died under the howling chainsaw.

The continuous casualties and the battle with no hope of victory made almost every mutant's face reveal deep horror.

Even their leader couldn't help but staggered back in fear.

They have never seen such a weird guy!

However, their enemies—the players lying in the king crabs—are very familiar with these scaly beasts!
Since several aquatic mutants were captured in Chips Harbor two months ago, the research site set up by the Alliance Institute of Biological Sciences in Chips Harbor has been analyzing the mutants, and quickly figured out the habits of these guys. Be clear.

These guys are not what they seem to be able to run rampant in the sea unimpeded.

They will also be attacked by alien species in the sea, just like those cargo ships without black iron wood or psychic interference devices.

In order to avoid being targeted by huge alien species, they usually choose waters near land or islands and shallower seabeds as their travel routes.

The maximum water depth of these waters does not exceed 400 meters, and generally too large alien species will not wander there easily to avoid being stranded.

In addition, during the long journey, they will alternately sing "boat songs" and actively make noises to disguise themselves as "XXXL-sized" alien species, in order to intimidate those small and medium-sized alien species that are active in shallow waters .

Taking these characteristics into consideration, Chip Harbor only needs to place a few buoys that collect acoustic signals in the waters near the submarine aqueduct, and then they can lock the trajectories of these beasts and formulate an interception plan.

This is technically not very difficult to achieve.

Although there are no satellites to use, the sensors installed on the freshwater pipelines under the sea are enough to transmit signals to Chip Harbor or nearby players.

These mutants didn't know that when they left the coast of death and entered the eastern coast of Baiyue Province, they had already been targeted by the military base in Port of Chips.

Seeing the continuous casualties of the clansmen, the leader standing among the mutant crowd finally panicked and shouted loudly at the minions in front of him.

"withdraw--!"

"Towards the sea!"

The mutants struggling with the "King Crab" kicked their legs vigorously and retreated toward the sea surface.

Although king crabs are equipped with ballast water tanks and high-pressure gas cylinders similar to "swim bladders", due to the weight of the equipment itself and the limited armor volume, these crabs do not float fast, and it is difficult to sustain the pressure during the process of floating. open fire.

Therefore, these 22 "King Crabs" did not chase towards the water surface, but set up the "Harpoon" bombs welded to their arms and continued to fire.

Slender columns of air chased the heels of the group of mutants and flew towards the sea, and mutants were continuously shot into a bloody mist by harpoons, but more mutants were still fortunately not counted from there. Escape from the dense firepower net.

Just when there was only 50 meters away from the sea surface, the "harpoons" chasing after them finally slowed down their pursuit.

These weapons don't seem to fly very far.

Looking at the "harpoon" gradually losing power under the soles of their feet and the iron crabs thrown off by them, the mutants who were still in shock finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before the breath was relieved, the slender cylinders suddenly plunged into the water and fell against their heads.

this moment--

Their nightmare has just begun!
Looking at the cylinder falling unhurriedly in front of him, surprise and bewilderment were written on the faces full of scales.

Seemingly anticipating the threat of death, a trace of inexplicable fear crept into every mutant's heart.

Before they could react, and there was no chance to react at all, bursts of flames and pillars of air exploded instantly, engulfing the sinful lives.

Looking at the sea of ​​flames spreading near the sea above the head, the "King Crabs" made admiration sounds from under the shells.

"This is powerful enough..."

"Anti-submarine is indeed the job of the Air Force."

"Damn it, those green skins are still resistant to beating, these scaly things are like loaches, I can't help but beat them!"

"So who is this MVP?"

"It should be our fault to cut out the explosion scene."

"Good idea."

Just when everyone was chattering, Brother Mosquito's voice suddenly came from Voldemort's ears.

"The bombing is over! How are you doing?"

Hearing the drake voice, Voldemort quickly responded.

"Oh! We're all fine! No casualties—"

Mosquito: "Who the hell cares about you, I'm asking if you took pictures?!"

Voldemort: "...Crap! Is it so real?"

Mosquito: "Wait, let's not talk nonsense with you... I have detected the signal of the psychic interference device here! The source is about 300 meters near the explosion area, and the depth is between 50 meters and 100 meters. Please pay attention to whether there are other people nearby. stuff."

Is there something else? !

Voldemort was slightly taken aback.

Almost at the same time as Brother Mosquito's voice fell, a long tweet came to everyone's ears.

"Woo-!"

The sound was like the siren of a freighter, and even the nearby waters trembled.

Everyone raised their heads one after another and turned their searchlights upwards to search, just in time to see a shadow tens of meters long covering their heads.

"What the hell is this?"

Expressions as if they had seen a ghost appeared on their faces, and Model Volunteer swallowed involuntarily.

The voices of teammates came from the communication channel.

"Mom... there's another big guy."

The psychic interference device began to emit unstable interference ripples, and the wailing big guy seemed to have suffered some injuries.

The entire sea water boiled up, and the raging waves blew away the floating corpses, scaring away the alien aquatic species that were tentatively approaching.

The "king crabs" standing on the bottom of the sea were also washed by the turbulent ocean currents, and they kept moving their crab legs backwards.

"Mosquitoes! Do you still have any ammunition?!" Voldemort shouted into the headset while holding down the shaking grip with both hands desperately.

There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, and a shameful voice came.

"It's gone... Just one shot to prepare the ammunition. I dismantled all the machine guns to throw this thing for you. You can ask yourself."

"%￥#@!"

After cursing for a while, Voldemort switched his voice to the team channel and shouted at his teammates.

"Prepare for the boss battle!"

Unlike him who was extremely nervous, there were roars of excitement coming from the team channel.

"Ouch!"

……

On the other side, about a hundred kilometers away from the center of the explosion, a destroyer belonging to the Federation of the Southern Islands was parked.

At this moment, there was a panic in the bridge.

"An explosion occurred in an underwater area [-] kilometers due west! The location is near the submarine volcanic belt, which seems to be our minefield!"

"Minefield?!"

"Damn... are those planes doing it?"

"What about those planes?"

"Could it be Vault 70?!"

The reason why the sailors were in a hurry was not only because of the sudden underwater explosion, but also because of the fifty planes that suddenly appeared on the radar!

These planes seemed to appear out of nowhere, from the endless sea, without any warning!

What's weird is that there is no aircraft carrier or airport nearby, not even a small fishing boat.

Captain Dong Wen frowned and stared at the blue sky and the turbulent sea outside the bridge window, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that his boss didn't respond for a long time, the adjutant standing next to him took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"I suggest reporting the situation here to the Navy Command immediately!"

Those planes, as his subordinates argued, might have been Vault 70's masterpiece.The location where the explosion happened happened to be the minefield they had set up to intercept the No. 70 shelter submersible and protect the ring island from threats.

Although the entrance to the refuge is under the blockade of the federal fleet, no one can guarantee that there are no other emergency exits from the refuge.

However, the captain standing next to him spoke abnormally after pondering for a moment.

"No, keep watching."

The adjutant froze for a moment and looked at him puzzled.

However, the officer had no intention of explaining to him. He just told him to be optimistic about this place, and then turned and left the bridge.

Go back to the captain's room.

Dong Wen hung the captain's hat on the hanger casually, then opened the drawer and took out a small communicator from it.

He dug the mechanical buttons on the shell with his thumb, carefully entered a series of numbers, and then stuck the communicator to his ear.

Before he could speak, an urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"how is the situation?"

The other end of the phone was none other than Mr. Chalas, the Chief of Staff of the Federal Navy and Chief of Staff to the President, a representative of the Navy's main combat faction.

Although for most federal citizens, it is a consensus to get rid of the control of Vault 70, but until the ocean current power station is destroyed, everyone actually has different opinions on whether to resolve the conflict through a moderate or radical way. .

Because of his unwavering stance and radical ideas, Charas was supported by many naval officers, including Timor himself.

It's just that there have been some bad rumors recently, which made Dongwen start to doubt whether he really did it out of the interests of the Federation.

It is true that some of the things that the alliance that came out of nowhere is indeed questionable, but the slogan they shouted, "Survivors unite", is not something that deserves them. s things.

Human beings on this planet once belonged to one whole.

And they are indeed practicing their slogans, setting an example for those wastelanders who are still killing each other to end the wasteland era.

For example, in the nearest port of King Gallon, no matter how the slave owners there quoted classic sophistry, they did untie the rope tied around the slave's neck.Another example is the fresh water pipeline leading to the circular island. Although they did make some money, it was indeed cheaper for the locals to use water as a result.

Those guys didn't say that they were here for charity. If they maliciously increase the price in the future, that would be a matter of the future. You can't just borrow a big hat from the future and put it on because they didn't open their pockets today.

At least in his opinion, those church lunatics who talk about "evolution", "future" and "for mankind" all day long look more suspicious.

These guys really don't want money, and the psychic interference device provided to the Federation is a free gift, but no one can say that those people are not plotting something bigger.

Such as Coral City.

Don't they just want to go there?

He agrees with moderate cooperation with the Church of the Torch, as long as it is truly beneficial to the Federation, even if the benefits are not seen in the short term, future generations will benefit endlessly.

For example, it is undoubtedly worthwhile to exchange an ocean current power station for the unity of the entire Federation. People in the future will thank their ancestors for their temporary hardships.

only……

And what is the advantage of blowing up a freshwater pipeline?
He had been able to persuade himself before, and even justify himself for Mr. Charlas, but now he really didn't know how to make it up.

but--

Now is not the time to think about that.

After sorting out his thoughts for a moment, Dong Wen said slowly.

"The explosion... did happen."

Hearing a relieved voice on the other end of the phone, he paused for a moment and continued.

"However, there are some doubts about this matter. The explosion didn't happen on the bottom of the sea, but in the near-sea area... And, were those planes sent by you?"

The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, and it took a long time to hold back a half-hesitant sentence.

"airplane?"

"Yes."

Dong Wen paused and continued.

"A group of planes suddenly appeared on our radar, and then dropped torpedoes or depth charges or something into the sea, and then we observed the signal of the explosion... I'm not sure if the pipeline was blown up, but I Want to know what those planes are and what they're blowing up-"

However, what he didn't expect was that after hearing this sentence, Mr. Chalas, who was always very gentle on weekdays, jumped up like a seal seeing a penguin.

"That's not something you should care about! Mr. Captain, now let your people return to the nearest port immediately—no, return to Anle Island due east."

Dong Wen was stunned.

"Mr. Chalas?"

As if realizing that his tone was wrong, a calming breathing sound came from the other end of the phone.

"Sorry... I lost my composure. A formal order will be issued through the command system later. You can go back to the bridge and let your subordinates prepare."

After a pause, a sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"It's really terrible... a water pipe made the group of people crawling around betray their original beliefs. They didn't even realize that they were actively putting a rope around their necks. It's only been two days. When you are free, you are in a hurry to sell yourself for a good price."

"Mr. Chalas," Dong Wen asked, frowning, "maybe this is not the question I should ask, but...does this have anything to do with selling yourself for a good price?"

Charas snorted.

"Aren't they working on this? We just got rid of the rope around our necks in Vault 70, and now they're picking up the rope from Vault 404—"

"So I want to know, what is the rope you've been talking about?" Dong Wen couldn't help asking, "Can you use a more specific term? Instead of an abstract metaphor."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then there was a light cough.

"We've strayed too far... In short, friends in Haiya Province don't want us to get too close to the alliance. Those lunatics are not a good thing, but we need to use their power to solve our problems for the time being. In short, that This pipeline is a problem... If someone can solve this problem, every citizen of the Commonwealth will be grateful to him."

Hearing the expectation in that voice, Dong Wen took a deep breath, kept himself calm, and spoke carefully.

"Mr. Chalas, if it's other concerns, I can settle them for you, including shutting up those who should shut up and making those who should disappear disappear, but this matter...is too much."

After a pause, he continued.

"It's a pity that I can't solve your troubles. Maybe you should solve this trouble through more legal and compliant channels. I suggest you talk to Mr. President."

Charas said sadly.

"That's too slow! And the inhabitants of the roundabout won't understand us."

Dong Wen said immediately.

"Then it's better to slow down... There's nothing wrong with being cautious about this kind of thing."

The reason why he hates the guys in Vault 70 is because those guys are arrogant and self-willed. They are never willing to put down their bodies to communicate with the survivors outside the Vault. Once they can't explain clearly, they use their blue coats as a shield.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had almost become the person he hated the most.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and a moment later, there was a soft sigh like giving up.

"You're right... There's nothing wrong with slowing down. It's because I didn't think carefully. Please forget what I just said."

Dong Wen nodded, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps Mr. Chalas was as aware of it as he was.

He had no doubt that the gentleman made the decision out of the interests of the Federation, but just like other captains who occasionally go too far, why not this chief of staff?
He will still support him as always...

After hanging up the phone, Dong Wen returned to the bridge.

At this time, the adjutant came and gave a military salute.

"...The Navy Command sent a message just now, let us go to the port of Anle Island due east to rest."

Dong Wen, who had already heard about it from private channels, nodded, and went straight to the bridge console and stopped.

However, just when he was about to order to turn around and head east, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at the officer beside him and ordered.

"Go west for eighty kilometers!"

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of all the officers, especially the adjutant who had just conveyed the news from the headquarters to him.

"But..." With a look of hesitation on his face, the adjutant stepped forward to remind him, but was interrupted by a raised hand.

"The command didn't tell us to turn around."

Staring at the surging sea, Dong Wen gently helped the hat on his head, and said slowly.

"A little detour, I didn't say no."

……

On a clear blue sky.

Feng Qing, who was driving the seaplane, circled around the sea and was about to turn around, when he suddenly saw a warship approaching due east.

A look of surprise floated on her face, she wiped her hand with chocolate sauce on her clothes, and reached out to press the switch of the on-board radio.

"Here is Fengqing. I found a federal warship, which should be a destroyer... heading towards the little crabs of the Jungle Corps."

"Not sure if it's hostile, didn't fire at me for a while... Ah, they seem to be trying to call me on the radio... Want to answer?"

Brother Mosquito's voice soon came from the communication channel.

"Accept! Why don't you accept it! Ask these Dogecoins what they are doing here!"

Hearing the tone of "it seems that there are still a lot of ammunition", Feng Qing made a helpless expression, stepped on the rudder with his left foot, adjusted the course and moved towards the direction of the destroyer.

"receive."

(End of this chapter)