This Game Is Too Realistic

Two streams of white smoke split from the flames of the explosion, and under the gaze of everyone, one fell towards the valley and the other towards the airport.

If that missile had managed to hit the runway, it would have been enough to blow a deep crater in the center of the airport.

However, it is a coincidence that the H-55 Hurricane was on the way to take off, and it was too late to stop.

Grass!

Looking at the white track printed on the window, Curran, who was sitting in the driver's seat, changed his face wildly, cursed and pushed down the throttle lever.

The flames from the twin engines suddenly increased, propelling the aircraft forward at an even faster speed.

At the same time, he turned the rudder slightly to the left, trying to avoid the galloping 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 metal hydrogen charges, there is actually no difference whether it directly hits or not.

boom--!

The air wave of the explosion spread at a frightening speed, carrying the shrapnel and debris from the explosion and crashing into the side of the plane, instantly smashing the right wing of the Hurricane into a sieve.

The engine on one side suddenly stalled!

With the power of the left engine undiminished, the plane seemed to make another sharp turn on the runway, and the landing gear was roughly snapped off.

Amidst a tooth-piercing sound of steel rubbing, the bomber suddenly rolled over, and the broken wing dug a hole in the ground.

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

Ke Lun, with a grim face, snorted, and lost consciousness in the tumbling of the sky and the earth in an instant.

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

It was a button that delayed the explosion. The preset time was half an hour, and only he knew the password to unlock it.

Although the troops stationed at the airport may not necessarily lose, General Griffin told him not to overestimate the level of General McCollen.

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

If the ground forces ultimately fail, they fail to recover the nuclear warhead.

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

...

Meanwhile, over the airport.

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

In the previous round of dive, he successfully smashed the weird plane into a sieve with the cannon, but he didn't expect that it still held a missile and failed to shoot it out! ?

What made him even more unexpected was that the pilot on the opposite side knew that he only needed another round of strafing to send them away, but he had no intention of skydiving at all, and even completely gave up his mobility in exchange for the horizontal speed of breaking the sound barrier!

Everything happened so fast.

In battles at the Mach level, the time left for both sides to judge is only a few seconds.

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

Oh shit……

What kind of madman is he fighting?

Nearly 200 rounds of cannon ammunition remained.

Although there is still another round of diving to the ground, it seems that there is no need for it.

Without the protection of the reconnaissance vehicles and machine gun positions, General McLennan'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 wreckage of the plane in the middle of the runway.

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

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned the nose of the plane to the west, and pushed the throttle lever to the bottom.

At the same time, he, who was pressed tightly on the seat by inertia, roared loudly in the communication channel where only himself was left.

...This is Saber! We were blocked by the ground forces of the alliance, and the 'Hurricane' could not take off! The mission cannot continue! Request to return!

Repeat, request to return!

The nearest airport is 1,000 kilometers away, so of course it is impossible for someone to answer him.

But regardless of whether there is an answer, he has to retreat...

...

It is not only the pilots in the sky who are dumbfounded, but also the real air force standing on the ground.

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

Not only because it was his last and only way out.

It's even more because of the stuff on that plane...

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

General... shall we still go?

They were going to the airport to stop the plane.

But looking at it now, it seems that this is not necessary.

General McLennan's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he squeezed out these words.

it's over.

After the words fell, his shoulders leaning on the seat also relaxed.

The officer sitting on the side was stunned, and his eyes were full of surprise when he looked at General McClenn.

This high-spirited man, who was in his prime, seemed to be more than ten years old in an instant...

The sound of rolling horseshoes boiled in the south of the camp, and there was also the overwhelming sound of shouting and killing.

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

After losing the protection of heavy firepower, the defense line on the south side of the legion camp was crushed in an instant. The cavalry who rushed into the camp one after another, rampaged through the camp, stabbing people with bayonets, or firing with rifles, killing them instantly. The people in the camp were turned on their backs.

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

However, everyone was so red-eyed that they didn't care to listen to what he had to say. There were corpses everywhere, many of them knelt down and surrendered.

surrender?

Why didn't you think about it when you squatted behind the machine gun before?

Even if you want to vote--

Let's wait until I kill half of it!

Thinking of those teammates who died in the charge, the cavalry on horseback roared.

Whether it is the Willant people who came from afar, or the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

At this moment, they have become meat on the chopping board, as long as they rush out, standing outside the camp will be dead.

And those who hid in the tents were having a hard time.

In order to avoid being entangled by the tents on the horse's legs, the cavalry would not rush at those tents at all. Instead, they used lighters to light wine bottles filled with cotton wool, kerosene and alcohol, and then threw them into the tents.

This special Molotov cocktail is much easier to use than a grenade, and it's cheap to make, and it works better if you shake it before using it.

Seeing the fire in the rear, Centurion Wester immediately came back with support from the western front.

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

Many militiamen were even more neglected in training. They couldn't even dig a foxhole well, thinking that digging a hole and burying their heads would be the end of the matter.

It was precisely because of this that he had the energy to separate out a thousand-man retinue, and after regrouping, he returned to the direction of the airport.

However--

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

boom--!

Before the deafening sound of the cannon came, the flames of the explosion bloomed on the sand dunes.

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

Tank! A subordinate centurion shouted in despair, Everyone disperse!

However, this desperate cry was useless, not even a dying struggle.

That's a tank!

And not just one!

In the distance, black dots appeared on the horizon that had gradually shrouded in darkness.

The tanks lined up one by one, the black muzzles of the guns stretched forward in a uniform manner, and behind them was a mighty rolling dust.

Seeing the torrent of steel appearing on the horizon, the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom had despair on their faces.

They don't even have anti-tank weapons.

There is absolutely no way to face that kind of guy!

The previous shell was just the beginning.

After the first shot hit, the remaining dozen tanks also opened fire.

Pieces of deadly dust exploded instantly on the empty Gobi Desert, clearing out vacuum zones the size of basketball courts.

All organisms rubbed by the flames of the explosion were instantly blasted into puddles of minced meat.

And even if they were not hit directly, there were still countless people who were killed by fragments of high-explosive grenades, and whose internal organs were shattered by the blast wave.

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

The caliber of the cannonball is obviously more than 100 mm, maybe 150 mm or more.

There are no fortifications and bunkers to hide from.

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

Now it's just the tank guns that fire.

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

Getting up from the overturned motorcycle, Weisde looked at the torrent of steel in the distance, his resolute pupils first floated in confusion, and then turned into bottomless despair.

……it's over.

it's all over……

...

The battle beyond Lost Valley is over.

With the arrival of Union tank troops, General McClellan gave up all hope of escape.

In fact, it was too late.

Unless it's an airplane, nothing can escape 100 kilometers in less than an hour.

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

He didn't even know where to run.

McLenne's Adam's apple twitched, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He doesn't think he is a failed commander, he has dispatched every unit to where it should appear, and has done the most correct deployment.

However, it is impossible for him to create a 10,000-strong team out of thin air, and it is even more impossible for him to let non-existent troops launch an attack.

What about the Griffin tank?

Even if Camp No. 530 fell, at most 1/3 of the tanks would be lost.

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

But what about the Conqueror tank?

What about the prowler who was blown into the sky by the army?

Why did he only see Alliance tanks?

And why did the defenders of the Petra Fortress suddenly come out of the turtle shell?

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

In the end is which part of the problem?

He couldn't figure it out.

but……

It's pointless to say that now.

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

McLennan pulled out the pistol silently, pointed it at his chin tremblingly, and opened the safety.

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

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

Worth mentioning...

Anyway, it's just another way to die.

The sound of artillery from the northeast was getting closer and closer, and the horseshoes of the cavalry trampled and shouted to kill in the south.

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

Leaning back on the seat suddenly, McClenn rarely got angry, but just asked with a wry smile.

Where are you going?

The valley! Just hide in the valley! There is hope for us to survive! The sole of the boot was welded tightly to the accelerator, and the officer's eyes were bloodshot.

In theory maybe so.

Whether it's cavalry, infantry, or those tanks, they will all be reduced to ashes in a nuclear explosion...

In the trunk of the jeep, there are chemical protective suits and other survival tools. If they hide in the valley, they may really survive.

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

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

What is that car trying to do?

McLenne 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 burning plane in front of him, tapped his index finger on the headset and said.

Aowei, think about it.

Hmm! I've made up my mind!

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

I thought about it when Teddy died... Maybe everyone is alive.

A look of surprise appeared on Sisi's face.

Including the sesame paste sitting in the co-pilot, and the meat in the back of the car.

...Digital life? Or something like that... Actually, I don't understand it very well, including other NPCs. I always feel that they are not just supporting roles in RPG, or tool people who send us tasks.

They can cry, they can laugh, there are people they hate, and there are people they like, and they can manage their own lives, not just simply repeating some things in the settings, but really living a good life, just like we are in reality. same as in.”

While talking, she herself became troubled, not knowing how to describe it.

Sisi glanced at the rearview mirror, lost in thought.

Well, but if you think about it that way, the enemies we killed...

Tail said in an affirmative tone.

Alive.

Then... Sesame paste opened his mouth in a daze.

Tail said without hesitation: But even so, when it's time to shoot, I will still shoot! Anyway, robbery and murder are bad. If bad people refuse to surrender, more people will die. So if you don't intend to surrender, let them die.

Sisi glanced at the tail in the rearview mirror in surprise, whose eyes were blinded by the wind.

But she didn't say anything more.

In fact, she thought about this question a long time ago, but her sense of substitution is more flexible.

Even if it is an Oscar-winning screenwriter, it is impossible for every plot and every character to please everyone, let alone an ordinary RPG game.

She will choose the substitution she is interested in.

As for the rest, it's optional.

You can't kill casually in reality, but in the game...

Kill and kill.

I said...do you know how to dismantle a nuclear bomb? Looking at the burning plane, Flesh with his claws on the truck box shouted nervously.

Oh! No!

Rourou said dumbfoundingly.

Then what's the use of us going?

There's always something you can do...

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

Tail: That's right! Like sending a nuclear bomb into the valley!

Rourou froze for a moment.

But in this way, the ruins will be...

That's right, to keep the copy, or to keep those people outside, this is actually a multiple-choice question... Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, said casually, So I let Awei think about it.

Rourou: How about driving the truck as far as possible?

Siss: To the west is the Petra Fortress, and to the east is the friends of the Skeleton Corps, so I can only go north. I don't mind sacrificing a bit... Do you want to bet on how far you can go before the explosion?

Tail: It's okay, meaty, this game map is so big, it's hard work, just make two more!

Rou Rou sighed and sat back on the carriage.

That's true.

Anyway, the benefits of this trip are not small.

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

Among them, the air blast is undoubtedly the most effective in killing personnel.

Regardless of whether it is a shock wave or radiation killing, the airburst has the widest coverage, and the radioactive dust can even be carried hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away by the airflow.

Second is ground detonation.

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

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

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, which should have been blasted out by some kind of orbital weapon. Although part of it has been buried with the passage of time, there is still a depth of hundreds of meters.

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 was parked next to the airport.

The group quickly got out of the car.

Grabbing the engineer shovel 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 heterogeneous sequence players to operate tools, most of the panel data are ridiculously strong.

Confirmed the location of the bomb dropper.

Roaring with all his strength, Rou Rou removed the entire hanging steel plate, revealing the nuclear warhead buried inside the belly of the aircraft and the metal bracket that fixed the warhead.

Fortunately, this thing can be dismantled.

Ignoring the hair scorched by the fire, Rourou used all his strength to snap off the two aluminum alloys, and finally pulled the nuclear warhead about a person's height, together with the bracket, from the underside of the aircraft belly. come out.

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

... Will this thing explode?

Sisi shook his head.

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

...

On the other side, somewhere in the Lost Valley.

Waking up from a coma.

Luo Yu shook his drowsy head, looked around, and a trace of bewilderment gradually appeared in his eyes.

...What is this place?

The front is pitch black, like some unknown cave. The few strands of light exposed behind are mixed with the whistling wind, presumably the location should be very high.

The Cloudfly does not have an ejection seat, but instead has a more protective ejection pod.

The parachute was not fully opened, and the ejected escape capsule crashed directly into the mountain, with the first half stuck in the cave and the second half exposed.

Judging from the concrete slag scattered around, it doesn't 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 endowed the Lost Valley with a mythical color, and there were believers who believed in the God of the Sky in the early days. Presumably this should be the temple they built... or a corner of it.

But Luo Yu always feels that this place is not so much a temple, but more like a pit dug by a grave robber.

However, what happened 100 years ago cannot be verified.

Maybe there are no believers at all, just a few scavengers who came to pick up garbage, and they were labeled with labels that they might not even know about.

This kind of coincidence is not unheard of in history...

Crawling out from a pile of wreckage, Luo Yu found the survival tool placed in the ejection bay.

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

But unfortunately, the co-pilot brother still didn't survive. There was only a puddle of blood left in the squished seat, and even a complete body could not be found.

Not to mention the vm strapped to the leg.

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

The wide cave doesn't know where it leads, but the dark red plaque in the corner looks very familiar.

Swallowing, Luo Yu pulled out his pistol and loaded it, holding the flashlight in his left hand to shoot a beam of light, and walked forward cautiously.

There are more and more plaques on the walls.

A rusty escalator appeared in front of him.

The upper part was buried by large rocks, while the lower part was a bottomless blackness.

With no other choice, he can only move on.

Especially when he walked down through a dilapidated staircase, at least half of one wall was covered with red spots.

not only that.

Even the surrounding air smelled of rancid spores.

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

However, just as he lowered his footsteps and was about to walk over to kill the guy, the nibbler seemed to have spotted him.

Then……

I spoke.

Hey, that's a flashlight? Don't point it at me, slime molds hate shiny things.

Luo Yu was stunned, the gun in his hand almost missed,

You can talk!?

What do you mean I can talk... Your accent is really strange, is it a dialect?

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

Who are you?

Who am I... Well, that's a good question, but I don't remember very well. The man seemed not to care about his gun, and replied casually.

Luo Yu's eyes were blank.

What the hell?

I don't remember...

The name is for other people to use. I have forgotten it since no one has been here for a long time.

The man smiled heartily, still turned his back to him, and did not turn around.

Luo Yu stared at the back of his head.

Can you turn around?

you sure?

Hmm... Luo Yu nodded.

The man was not hypocritical, and turned around generously.

However, the moment Luo Yu saw this guy, she was stunned and couldn't help but let out a groan.

that face—

No, that was no longer a face, it was like a piece of decayed wood that had been soaked for a long time, it was so hideously ugly.

The rotten lips were parted, 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 Dove.

Luo Yu froze for a moment, vaguely as if he had heard the name before.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the book that Sisi translated in the previous forum.

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

...Are you a researcher at the academy?

Dove thought for a while.

College... oh, that's such a memorable name, are the nerds still there? Or have they been soaked in the swamp and moldy?

Probably still...

Although it is only in the background board of this game.

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

Wait, didn't you die many years ago?

Pigeon nodded.

Maybe it's because he hasn't met a living person who can communicate for a long time, so he started talking endlessly.

Hmm... If there are no accidents, I should age normally and lie in a coffin like other old men, but in the end I couldn't hold back my curiosity about this ruin. There is no way, everyone in the academy is like this, It's hard for us to hold back our interest in the ruins... even though I've been away from the Academy for many years.

Luo Yu's expression was 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 in comparison.

So what's your status now?

The man confessed frankly.

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 depend on each other, share each other's prosperity, possess without possessing...don't you think that 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 my partner... Hey, Xiaohong, come out and say hello to the guests.

A creepy feeling crept up Luo Yu's back.

He turned stiffly, only to see a humanoid eight...or maybe nine feet tall.

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

Its facial features are abstract, the mouth and nose only have a rough outline, and there is no gap, as if it has not yet evolved.

And its eyes are particularly special, with a hemispherical shape similar to that of a fly, composed of countless hexagonal structures, and faintly exuding a scarlet light.

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

As for the lower body, it is more abstract.

Below the slender waist is an inverted cone-shaped creep, very much like Lissandra's skirt.

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

But not as hideous as that guy.

If there is any difference, the one coming out of Qingquan city center is more like a shark with its mouth wide open, while the one in front of him is more like a dolphin.

Tentacles as thick as index fingers floated over from behind it, and surrounded him like a dolphin's mouth, but they didn't get very close.

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

He didn't know what it was.

But I hope that the dog planner can be an individual.

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