This Game Is Too Realistic

At the east gate of the Wetland Park, at the junction of 76th Street and the wreckage of the viaduct, gunshots and explosions were intertwined.

The group of people paddling on the edge of No. 76 Street was the first to encounter an ambush by the mutant team before they could go any further.

The 2 people who walked in the front were shot into hedgehogs on the spot, and the other 8 people dispersed and retreated, hid behind the bunker, and took out their weapons to fight back.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the front, the cow and horse team who came out of the park immediately rushed to support.

However, those mutant ambushers apparently also spotted them, and soon a few cold arrows flew towards them.

Fang Chang, who was shot in the stomach with an arrow, was dragged behind the bunker by Lao Bai.

Hey! If I bring a mechanical compound bow with me, I won't shoot these bastards to death!

Fang Chang stretched out his hand cursingly, trying to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could touch the shaft, Lao Bai slapped his hand away.

What are you doing?

Old Bai said with a serious face.

I saw the arrows of those mutants just now. They all have hooks. If you insist on pulling them out, be careful to bring out your intestines!

hiss……

Fang Chang gasped tremblingly.

It didn't hurt, but it sounded scary.

Crouching behind the nearby bunker, the fleeing mole in the canyon lit a Molotov cocktail, handed it to the strength player next to him, and pointed him in the direction to throw it out.

The Molotov cocktail drew a beautiful parabola, crossing the defense line of the friendly army, and on the position of the mutants. Burning wood tar splattered, turning the wreckage of the old car into a fire, forcing the mutants behind to leave the bunker.

The friendly troops in front immediately seized the opportunity, opened fire, and at least a dozen bullets poured out, severely crippling the mutants who left the bunker.

However, it is useless to just be disabled.

The injured mutants were quickly dragged into the facade on the side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green-skinned muscular guys would solidify and scab at an incredible speed, and they would stand in front of them again in a short while.

Ye Shi was the only one with a gun in the cattle and horse team. After a period of training, his shooting experience was much better than when he first touched the gun, but it was still difficult to hit the target at a distance of two to three hundred meters. easy thing.

Especially the cold arrow thrown from the opposite side caused him a lot of trouble.

He dodged several arrows by relying on his high-perception instinct, almost flying past his ears, making his heart jump with fear.

If this is not careful, I will go back to the forum and OB directly.

Damn it! I've never fought such a disgusting opponent! Looking at the predator who was shot and still acting like a normal person, Ye Shi, who managed to hit him with great difficulty, began to curse his mother angrily.

The last Molotov cocktail was used up, Brother Mole yelled at the top of his throat.

We don't have any guns, let's get out!

These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for moths, but now they are all used on mutants.

Hearing that the teammates behind were about to withdraw, the dragged edge paddled in front of them panicked, and hurriedly yelled towards the back.

Hey! Don't abandon us!

Fang Chang, who was shot next to Lao Bai, was cursing.

Then you gave me a gun! What the hell are we going to book, and we didn't even have a gun!

Mole on the run in the canyon: Where are the mosquitoes?! How long do you have to prepare!

Hurry up!

After finally picking up his own box from the corpse of his teammate, Mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the Storm Version 0.5 Special for Individual Soldiers packed inside.

Before he had time to introduce his equipment, Mosquito ignited the fuse, carried the thigh-thick bazooka on his shoulder, aimed at the mutant closest to him, and shouted stubbornly.

Waste Al!

The tail flame and white smoke from the rocket filled his mouth, and a huge fist slammed straight at the abandoned bus fifty meters away, and then exploded into an orange-red fireball.

One thing to say, this power is quite amazing!

Especially after learning the lesson of Killing Chickens at Midnight, this time the mosquito replaced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead and increased the charge.

Although he didn't directly hit the target he was aiming at, the rolled up flames directly swallowed a mutant, and he let out a wailing scream as he was burned, rolling in the snow, being beaten by the players in the front row. Looting and beating to death.

Fang Chang, the OB who hid behind the bunker, observed the situation on the opposite side, and said with his brows furrowed.

There are at least 10 more on the opposite side!

Lao Bai: Why do I feel like there are at least 20 of them!

Fang Chang: 20 is unlikely, there are really so many, they didn't shoot at us, they rushed the people in front!

It is precisely because the number is not dominant, so the style of play is relatively insignificant, Fang Chang judged so.

Even so, however, the picture is far from rosy.

There are 9 people in the cattle and horse team, all of which are equipped with anti-moth weapons, which are useless in the face of mutants.

[Margin paddling] The 10 people over there were all carrying guns, but they were caught off guard at the beginning, and now only 5 people are still standing firm, and the rest are either dead or injured, and they are still seriously injured enough to lose their combat effectiveness.

The willpower of the players is very tenacious, as long as the hands can still move, they will not stop fighting, but the gap brought about by realistic factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.

They're not up against one or two mutants.

It's an entire mutant ambush team!

This team probably has been ambushing here for a while, waiting for them to enter the ambush circle and give them a head-on blow.

The greenhouse team behind was caught in a dilemma.

Both Fang Chang and Mole knew in their hearts that such a stalemate would definitely be bad or bad.

But let go of the teammates in front and retreat, those mutants will definitely charge without any scruples and eat up all the friendly troops in front.

The ammunition was almost exhausted, [Paddle on the Edge] Heart skipped a beat, he took off his VM, stuffed it into a fur satchel, and threw it to Fang Chang and his party behind him.

Take my VM back! Get out!

Ye Shi stretched out his hand to pick up the satchel, looked at the front man who was loading the bayonet on the rifle, and said in surprise.

Fuck, brother, are you crazy?! Fighting with mutants?!

Brother Bian had a tragic face, looked at the love gun he had just bought in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted.

Go! Leave me alone!

Ye Shi said in bewilderment.

No, I mean you throw the gun over!

A gun costs hundreds of silver coins, which is much more valuable than a 40 silver coin VM.

Edge paddling: %￥#@!

As if feeling that the firepower of the prey in front of them had weakened, the mutants began to move forward eagerly, preparing to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

Just when the edge man was about to throw the gun over with curses, there was a sudden movement from the direction of the Wetland Park.

A series of familiar figures came out of the jungle.

Fang Chang, who was leaning against the OB behind the bunker, had hope ignited in his eyes, and shouted towards the friendly soldiers in front of him.

Reinforcements!

Our reinforcements are coming!

Almost at the same time he shouted, dense gunshots came from the jungle accompanied by overwhelming shouts of killing.

Kill!

For the alliance!

For Your Majesty the Manager!

The surging battle roar made people excited. Although almost every player yelled different slogans, this group of stragglers shouted with the momentum of thousands of troops.

The fearless mutant seemed to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

However, they did not turn around and run away like the marauders. Instead, they were aroused by the charge of barbarism and cruelty in their veins. The players who rushed towards him rushed over.

This group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered dared to fight me hand-to-hand!

The two sides quickly collided and started a hand-to-hand fight. The player who rushed to the front was thrown away by a stick, but soon more players came forward with spears, and turned the mutant who rushed to the front into a hedgehog.

Before charging, they threw away their VMs and completely let go of the restraint and pretense of civilized people.

Everyone was ready to sacrifice, and no one was afraid even in the face of monsters that were more than ten levels stronger than themselves.

In reality, it’s okay to shrink back.

I'm already in the game, still afraid of a chicken?

Three days later, another hero!

Both sides were red-eyed, and the scene was extremely bloody for a while!

Those mutants probably saw such brave humans for the first time. Not only did they not turn around and flee after being rushed in the face by them, but they fought back and forth with them.

Roar!!!

Furiously waving the stick in his hand, an elite who was obviously taller than other mutants blocked the ax that was slashing at him with his muscular arms, and then waved the mallet casually, and the person holding the ax It flew out.

It's like playing baseball!

Come on! You ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!

Grass, really come!

Shaking off the red and white on the stick, the mutant elite looked angrily at the humans who rushed up and ignored him at all.

This is the first time!

At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the crowd opposite.

The man's breastplate was shiny, his whole body was covered with steel plates, and he held a ridiculously large warhammer horizontally in both hands, stepping towards him with steady and firm steps.

Sensing a dangerous aura from the man, the mutant elite lowered his figure slightly and squeezed the mallet in his hand.

Roar--!

Roaring again, his feet slammed into force, and he swung his mallet and rushed towards the target armed with iron cans.

I'm going to smash your skull!!

Chu Guang didn't panic at all, picked up the hammer in his hand, and threw it at the mutant.

With 16 points of force, plus the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even an ordinary hammer is enough to break down a wall.

Not to mention, there is a layer of high-pressure nitrogen attached to its hammer surface!

goodbye.

The collision of flesh and blood and technology!

The nitrogen armor, which was almost compressed into a solid, exploded in an instant, and the mutant elite hadn't recovered from what had happened before he was blasted out, smashing into slag together with the mallet and his arms!

Falling next to the trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant elite who was alive and well a second ago was dying instantly.

That hammer not only shattered his arm, but his internal organs were also shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.

The manager is awesome!

Come on!

The head is mine!

Seeing the elite monsters being knocked out by NPCs, the players who were wielding spears and axes excitedly rushed forward to make up the knife as if they had been beaten to death.

Holding the hammer to stabilize his figure, Chu Guang glanced expressionlessly at his dying opponent, but was secretly surprised.

Just at the moment when the hand-to-hand combat was handed over, the strength he felt from the wrist and the tiger's mouth was obviously higher than that of the bear!

Unexpectedly, just a slightly bigger elite monster has such strength!

Coupled with that abnormal resilience, it's no wonder his little players are playing so hard!

After beheading the elite mutants, Chu Guang didn't stop, and continued to look for enemies with a hammer in his hand, picking out those who were alone.

Ordinary bows and stones hit his breastplate as if it was tickling, and even scratches could not be left. Hitting with a blunt weapon is a problem, but under the cover of the player, almost no mutants can touch themselves, and it is he who swings the hammer to hit people.

After blasting the third mutant, the last mutant was also surrounded by the players, turned into a hedgehog by spears and javelins, and had his head chopped off by an axe.

The encounter, which broke out at the entrance of 76th Street, ended in Vault 404's victory. Both sides proved their valor with blood, and neither surrendered.

After the battle, Chu Guang asked Xiaoqi to use a drone to count the casualties.

The total number of players participating in the battle here is 101, with 15 dead and 6 injured.

There were 11 mutants who participated in the battle, and 11 died.

After picking up the VM that had been thrown on the ground earlier, the players received the battle report from the manager, with surprised expressions on their faces.

Damn it... 101 people besieged 11 people, and 4 more people died than the opponent!

Satisfaction, according to the official website data, the level of mutants is at least level 20, and I feel that it is more than that! Last time ten people besieged one, and they were all beaten, and one was killed and one was injured. This time, they were ambushed and completely wiped out the other side. Anyway, I've had enough.

It's still too early to charge, you should shoot for a while and then charge.

It doesn't make sense. Everyone on the opposite side is full of tanks, with thick blood and high defense, and strong recovery power. It's like wearing a tyrant. Even if you run out of bullets and then charge, I don't think the difference is very big. On the contrary Maybe the teammates in front were all rushed to death, and the battle damage was even higher.

The greenskins are too fierce, my ax was blown away.

What are you? The guy we besieged had three javelins stuck in his body, and he was still fighting us with a mallet. Later, he shot the guy in the head at close range before killing him!

Is it reasonable not to cut a knife?

By the way, why isn't Roushan big steamed bun up?

This year's rookies are too timid, next time I suggest recruiting more CF players.

With an arrow stuck in his arm, Lao Bai, covered in blood, limped over with a javelin in one hand and a curly knife in the other.

Although he was seriously injured, his face was full of excitement.

Fighting with these mutants is much better than chasing predators!

Sure enough, this is called fighting.

Chasing after bullying villains can only be called massacres.

My lord, are we going to pursue the victory?

Chu Guang glanced at the wound on his body and said lightly.

Your injury is serious, and continuing to fight can easily cause irreversible damage. I don't want to see someone die from a serious injury.

Take your teammates and go back to the training cabin to rest.

It is not realistic to chase after victory.

Instead of rushing into the forest to attack, these mutants chose to ambush at the entrance of 76th Street, which shows that they are not as brainless as they appear on the surface.

They are not only proficient in the art of guerrilla warfare, but also very cautious.

The reason why no reinforcements came at this moment was probably not because there was no spare capacity for reinforcements. It was very likely that they deliberately showed weakness and scattered their hands around to set up an ambush.

If I lead someone to rush up, it will definitely be another round of tragic meat grinder.

Why bother?

One life for three days, even grinding can grind you to death.

Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang chuckled, turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby players to pack up the corpses, equipment and spoils on the ground and return to the outpost.

The corpses filled several caravans, and the smell of blood could be smelled from far away.

Looking at the corpses on the caravan, the nomads watching at the east gate all had expressions of surprise and fear on their faces.

Of course, what surprised them the most was the expressions on the faces of the blue coats around the caravan.

Many people had minor or serious injuries on their bodies, and some people were covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was the enemy's or their own.

However, everyone's faces were as if nothing had happened, and they even talked and laughed while carrying weapons, chatting and laughing happily with their comrades next to them.

These people seem to know nothing of fear, and regard death as a cloud.

It's like the God of War under the command of the ancestors!

Many unmarried tribal girls not only blushed, but also had wet eyes.

As the leader of the tribe, Wu Tiefu greeted the triumphant Chu Guang, looked at the blood on his armor, and asked cautiously.

My lord, are you injured?

The blood of the enemy.

He wiped it casually, but it couldn't be wiped off. Chu Guang didn't bother to care about it anymore, and continued talking while watching Wu Tiefu.

There is a tribe of mutants on Street 76. The number is at least 30. The exact number is unknown. Keep your people away from there.

In addition, if there is any movement, report to me immediately.

Don't forget to fight without authorization!

Hearing that the opponent was actually a mutant, Wu Tiefu was shocked when he saw the blood on Chu Guang's breastplate.

Clasping his fists with both hands, he said respectfully.

Obey!

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(The schedule is a bit unstable these days, I will try to adjust it, if it can be sent out at 10 o'clock, I will try to update it at 10 o'clock! _(:з」∠)_)