This Game Is Too Realistic

Dimly lit hotel.

A ray of morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains.

Lao Bai, who opened his eyes, found himself covered with a quilt, shook his drowsy head, and woke up from his sleep.

You slept like hell.

Hearing the voice from the side, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away.

A blanket was covering her knees, her calves were curled up in the blanket, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes.

It is now October, and the temperature in the River Valley Province has turned cooler. According to the usual practice, this year's winter should be warm, but it will snow in early December at the latest.

Thinking that he actually let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was also a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said.

Sorry, I drank too much last night...

No way, not just the little girl named Lisa, but the whole road town hotel drinkers are waiting for his story.

In order to make up the story like that, and to cover up the pangolin's true identity as a spy, he could only bite the bullet and put the stories of the players, such as the edge, on the pangolin's head.

Ever since, the rookie killer who killed people like hemp on position G537 became a warrior who entered and exited seven times on Height 330.

If someone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, they would probably hear completely opposite rumors from the locals, wondering why the pangolin was on the side of the Alliance for a while, and then helped the Legion fight the Alliance.

But it doesn't matter.

This is also in line with the identity of that guy's double agent.

In the wasteland, anyone with a mouth can brag, but no one has the ability to verify which rumors are true.

Anyway, there will be people who are free in the future, and according to their own understanding, they will compile a logical and self-consistent version.

But what puzzled Lao Bai was why he was here.

As we all know, this game can block some feelings that cause players discomfort. Although this improves the gameplay, it will also make it difficult for players to judge their own conditions through the early warning of the nervous system.

The most direct result is that once drunk, it is basically a fragment,

And it's the kind of life and death that can't be linked.

Usually, some players were drunk, and Old Hook or other players tacitly helped them move the game characters to the guest room to rest.

But this time I don't know what happened.

Actually moved him to the NPC's room.

It's okay, I'm not picky about where I sleep. I'm on business trips all year round, and I often spend the night in the car. This sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on... Is the material made of exotic fur?

As he spoke, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.

Seeing her innocent expression, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she also drank a lot last night, so he couldn't help asking.

Maybe it's the skin of a monster... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?

Chen Yutong was slightly taken aback.

Me? I don't feel anything. Bionics means that the liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol, and does not activate the CYP2E1 enzyme to produce active oxygen. Basically, I don't feel anything...

Oops.

Head hurts again.

Should have chosen the physique system...

Looking at Lao Bai who was pinching his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help smiling, and said teasingly.

It's still hard to get me drunk.

Lao Bai quickly coughed and explained.

I haven't thought about it.

It's just a joke, don't take it to heart, Chen Yutong continued, bending the corners of his mouth, By the way...that drink is really interesting, although I don't feel the slightly drunk feeling you mentioned, but for me Another wonderful feeling, thank you.

You're welcome, I told you to buy you a drink.

It's a shame to always lie on someone else's bed. Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands together, shook his head, picked up the VM on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.

The short reading is completed, and the light blue fluorescence will soon appear on the screen.

However, to Lao Bai's surprise, a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon on the taskbar when starting up this time.

[New mission: Take the latest flight to report to the front line. 】

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes shone with excitement.

Noticing the change in his expression, Chen Yutong asked curiously.

What's wrong?

The vacation ended early, and the manager summoned me to go to the front line. Lao Bai grinned and continued, It seems that I'm needed there again.

The target of the next operation is the royal palace in Falcon City.

The Goblin Corps has organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to cooperate with them.

Cooperating with them is the Storm Corps, who will take the Iron Heart to directly break through to the Legion's rear of the No. 2 oasis defense line.

It will be a strategic venture.

If you play well, it will be the Battle of Crete, if you play badly, it will be Operation Garden Market.

It seems that the headquarters is planning to play a big game this time.

With fighting intent burning in his eyes, Lao Bai threw off the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the coat hanging beside him and put it on his body.

Guessing something from the expression on his face, Chen Yutong didn't say anything, let alone worried, just curled the corners of his mouth and said in a normal tone.

Be careful, I'll treat you to a drink when you come back next time.

Lao Bai who stopped at the door smiled and gestured.

Then I will remember.

...

Vault 404.

B3 floor medical laboratory.

Luo Yu, who was sitting on a folding chair, was looking worriedly at Xiao Yu who was lying on the scanning bed unconscious.

Is it... all right?

Heya, who was standing next to the console, was busy recording the experimental data, and at the same time took the time to reply casually.

It's amazing, even stronger than before.

With the last inspection item over, she hit the blue button on the screen.

Several flexible metal pipelines were pulled away from Xiaoyu's forehead, chest and skirt, and retracted into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.

The next job is to summarize the experimental data and analyze the conclusions.

The research on Xiaoyu is the top priority of the Alliance Institute of Biology. This is not only related to the Alliance's understanding of the mutant slime mold, but also whether she can successfully get the biology laboratory on the B6 floor.

After the analysis comes to a conclusion, she still needs to organize the staged results into a report and send it to the manager who is busy with everything.

Sometimes she really admires that guy.

That guy's brain is like a multi-core thread CPU, which can simultaneously process things from many different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, and diplomacy.

The secrets of that guy fascinated her even more than the brood in Qingquan City, but it was a pity that whenever he talked about this topic, he always used a sentence that he didn't know very well.

Suddenly noticing the worried expressions on the faces of the residents in the refuge, He Ya thought of Chu Guang's instructions to her before, so she casually comforted him.

Don't worry, today's research is just a routine inspection, your Xiaoyu will be fine.

Although he still had a worried expression on his face, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort from the Leading Biologist of the Alliance.

Seeing the relaxed Luo Yu, Heya paused for a moment, then continued.

However... its DNA is entering an unstable stage. Recently, it is better to take it as little as possible to dangerous places. Especially on the front line, without the protection of fruiting bodies, a single mother body is quite fragile.

Luo Yu nodded seriously.

But out of curiosity, he still couldn't help asking.

That unstable phase...what the hell is it?

Can his Xiaoyu continue to evolve?

That's really awesome.

Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.

I don't know. The research data I have is not enough to explain this situation. I can only make a rough guess based on the limited clues.

Luo Yu swallowed, waiting for her to continue.

After sorting out the thoughts in her mind for a moment, Heya continued after a pause.

There is a cycle in the growth of the mother body. This cycle may be long or short. After reaching the cycle, they will become another form of life, and this is what we call the mother nest... just like a butterfly that has broken its cocoon, from The chrysalis becomes an adult.

Luo Yu asked immediately.

What is the opportunity?

Heya shook her head.

I don't know, but I guess it should be the choice of the future path.

choose……?

That's right, Heya nodded, Natural threats are no longer the main threat to it, standing at the top of the food chain is no longer bound by general natural conditions, which means it needs to choose its own future evolution The way. This is the ability given to it by nature, and it is also its mission.”

Genetic information collected from nature, memory, experience and knowledge stored in nervous tissue...these can all be used as a reference for evolution, and before that, it has completed the accumulation of these elements. Simply put, it has to decide Next is to turn into a cute mushroom, or a deadly piranha.

Looking blankly at He Ya and Xiao Yu lying on the scanning bed beside her, Luo Yu nodded with a half understanding.

He doesn't really understand those complicated theories.

He only cares about one thing -

Then after all this is over...does it still remember me?

Heya said without thinking.

Of course I remember, as I said, memory is a reference for its evolution to the next life stage, and it is a very important reference element... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared.

Luo Yu became nervous for a moment.

What psychological preparation?

Becoming another life form may break its blood connection with you. Maybe it will no longer be as close to you as it is now, and it is even possible to treat you and other humans as prey. Even memories are Part of the inheritance, even if it still remembers things about you...

Heya described it in terms as plain as possible.

After listening, Luo Yu fell into silence, and the thoughts in his mind were kneaded together like a mess of wool.

He remembered all the things that happened before...

Including taking it to the suburbs for leveling for the first time, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food...

If these memories could be replaced by other things, he would rather it remain as it is and not continue to evolve.

In fact, he didn't particularly need a helper who could fight side by side.

He can fight alone.

At this time, Xiaoyu on the scanning bed had slowly come to life, the tentacles hanging down on the scanning bed were moving slightly, and there was an unconscious murmur of 嘿嘿.

Maybe it sensed his presence.

The dazed Xiaoyu slowly sat up from the scanning bed.

The moment he saw Luo Yu, joy and joy bloomed on that abstract face, and he immediately slid off the scanning bed with his heavy body.

Eep!

Perhaps it was the body that had just come into contact with anesthesia and hadn't fully adapted to waking up. It even fell when it got off the bed.

Seeing that pitiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but stepped forward and reached out to support Xiao Yu who seemed drunk.

Be careful, you... I won't run away again.

Eep!

The tentacles wrapped around the arm that was close at hand, and Xiao Yu rubbed his head against his chest, her aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.

Seeing that naive look, Luo Yu felt that all the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were swept away.

Just like the birth and death of a person, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or dislikes, what should come will come one day.

No matter what the future will become, at least this little guy is extremely dependent on him now.

perhaps……

I should also believe in it more.

They who have a common memory can face the unknown future together.

I see... Luo Yu touched Xiao Yu's slippery head, looked at Heya who was standing beside her, and said firmly, Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I won't Regret...I will take care of it till the end.

Glad you think so.

He Ya showed a smile on her face, looked at this brave young man, and patted him on the shoulder.

come on.

...

On the edge of the No. 2 oasis, Bicester Town is surrounded by concrete barrels.

Wedleyl, who was standing next to the bunker, was holding a binoculars in his hands, nervously looking at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

The soldiers standing aside also looked nervous.

In just three days, at least tens of thousands of legion soldiers have passed through here, but none of the troops is willing to stay and stand with them.

The new line of defense is on the edge of the No. 2 oasis. Compared with the concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the river embankment left over from the era of prosperity.

However, this also means that the fortress outside the oasis is useless.

What disappointed Wedlier was not only that no one helped them, but also that no one told him what to do next.

They were completely abandoned...

Just then, an orderly trotted over.

Report! An order from General Command—

Hearing that voice, Wedlier's eyes instantly filled with joy.

It looked like a straw floated in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreating, he still desperately reached out and grabbed the collar of the messenger.

Quick! Tell me quickly! What did Master Griffin say?

The messenger tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Wedleyl.

Sensing something bad from the orderly's face, Widler quickly let go of his collar, and snatched the paper from his hand.

【...From now on, the defenders of Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints in the east. They must defend the fortress for more than 15 days and wait for reinforcements to arrive! 】

[Remarks: When the situation is critical, the materials and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned, and officers of centurions and above are allowed to surrender after 90% or more of the troops are reduced. 】

After reading the last line of the telegraph, Wendell's complexion seemed to have been painted with white paint, and there was no trace of blood.

There will be no more withdrawals from the front lines.

This has become the new front line.

Those Villantes have completely abandoned them...

Wendlier's face gradually turned from pale to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and at this moment, a strong sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

An orderly came running from the southeast in a hurry, and before he had time to salute, the man yelled in a hurry.

Tanks! Alliance tanks! They're heading towards our position from the southeast!

Wendell asked subconsciously.

How many?

I don't know...maybe fifty, maybe a hundred or more. The orderly stammered.

All the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby gasped and held their breath unconsciously when they heard the words.

A hundred tanks!

The last unit to withdraw from here took almost all the Iron Fist bazookas, and their anti-tank weapons probably didn't even have a hundred rounds of ammunition!

Wedlier felt his heartbeat momentarily lost, and Liushen stood there helplessly.

There are only 300 defenders in the entire Bicester Fortress.

Even if he counts those laborers who have not received military training, he still can't make up a thousand-man team!

Those anti-tank piles can't stop the alliance's steel torrent.

Those guys don't even have to rush in, stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they'll be dead...

The adjutant standing aside looked nervously at Wedlier.

Sir... what should we do.

What to do... what to do... I also want to ask what the fuck should I do!

All of a sudden, Wedleyl, like an oil drum with a cigarette butt thrown in it, erupted suddenly in the astonished eyes of everyone.

These big-nosed bastards, cowards, useless things! Only retreat at critical moments, let us push forward!

The more Wedlier spoke, the angrier he became, and his emotions became more agitated, his whole face flushed red.

This war has been fought so far, and experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the retinues have been given the ranks of tens and centurions and thrown into the regular army.

A logistics captain like him who was brought up to make up the numbers has never even touched a gun a few times, so what can he use to fight the alliance? !

...and that Griffin! That liar who is full of lies, we have followed them through more than ten years of hard life, and this is what we got in return?! What about the reinforcements in Triumph City? Tens of thousands of conquerors What about the tank? This is the invincible he said?!

No longer concealing the anger in his heart, under the stunned gaze of all his followers, he cursed the Willant people who were absolutely inviolable in normal times.

From the Willant soldier to that Griffin, he cursed everyone who could stop the name. If it wasn't for the lack of saliva, he wished everyone would take a couple of sips.

Seeing pairs of eyes staring at him, Wedlier took a deep breath and calmed down.

After a long time, he calmly issued the first order.

Lower the banner of the Legion.

A group of soldiers and sergeants looked at each other in blank dismay, no one dared to move, not even moving their legs.

Wedlier found out in embarrassment that no one here listened to him at all.

Fortunately, at this moment, dense muffled thunder suddenly came from a distance, followed by the whizzing sound of piercing the air and the explosion of flames blooming on the defense line at the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

As he expected.

Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers are simply not enough to withstand the torrent of steel from the Alliance. The Alliance will never shoot infantry up to attack their bunkers, but choose to blow them out of range first.

I don't know what they are carrying on the track.

A blue arc flashed on the forked gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was bombarded, leaving only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.

The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly smashed into a sieve by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns on the bunker.

Subconsciously lowering his head to avoid the flying sand, Wedlier frowned like a hamster whose tail had been stepped on, screaming and roaring.

What are you waiting for? The Weilante have abandoned us, don't you want to be buried with those cowards? For the sake of the spirit of the sand sea, lower the flag quickly... find anything Hang up the white stuff! Hurry up!

Facing Wedlier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing beside them finally started to move, hurriedly rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and tore down the legion flag hanging on it.

However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around them that could serve as a white flag.

At this time, someone suddenly raised his mouth, and Lord Wedley's shirt seemed to be white, so they rushed back to Wendlier's side in a hurry, regardless of his objection, stripped him naked, and finally finished. Followed the lord's order.

The warlords of the Willant people had already withdrawn with the last evacuated troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.

The reason why he didn't act before was only out of the glory of the soldiers and his loyalty to the royal family...

As for now.

Even aristocrats like Wedlier who regard glory as life have surrendered, so they naturally have no reason to continue.

I just hope that the alliance really treats the captives as well as the rumors say, and don't embarrass them, little people who can't help themselves...

...

Cut, why did you vote?

Half of his body was exposed on the tank turret, the Mole holding a telescope in his hand saw the white flag rising in the distance, and clicked his tongue unhappily.

The day before yesterday, the members of the Death Corps were still bragging on the forum, saying that they took down a city in two hours.

After inquiring about the strategic deployment of Bicester Town from the old man in the field, he planned to show his brothers with him, but the white flag was raised on the opposite side just after firing a round of artillery.

This is too overwhelming!

Not far away, a disheveled man led a few soldiers and walked out from behind the blown up checkpoint with his hands raised.

The waving gesture seemed to beg them not to shoot.

Not interested in slaughtering unarmed people, the Mole waved it off.

Three armored trucks covered in steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man.

Irena, who was holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first, and was about to tease the man in front of him who looked like an officer, when the man suddenly knelt down on the ground with a plop.

His forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, ignoring the sand and dust on the ground, under the gaze of everyone's surprised eyes, he choked up his nose and tears.

...The spirit of the sand sea, you are here!

Unable to be overwhelmed by his smooth movements, Irena was stunned on the spot.

Swallowing back the teasing on his lips, he looked at Fugui, the elf king beside him with a strange expression.

Fuck, what's going on?

Brother Fugui also looked at him dumbfounded.

have no idea……

The players who got out of the car were all stunned.

This person cried so miserably, as if he had been wronged by the heavens, they were too embarrassed to laugh at these guys.

Wedlier secretly glanced at these stunned soldiers, saw that no shots were fired, he was relieved, his face still had that expression of grief and indignation, and he kowtowed and complained with snot and tears.

The youngest is the baron of the Falcon Kingdom, whose name is Wedleyl. His ancestors have been running farms in the nearby oasis for generations. He is an honest and responsible farmer, and he has always lived a life of indifference... until one day , the Willant people are here.

Those big noses deceived us with their rhetoric, held our majesty and his court hostage, occupied our shops and manors, forced us to work for them, and bleed for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the great administrator My lords, praise the great alliance, thank God that you are here at last.

Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she coughed dryly.

Anyway, you get up first.

Wedlier didn't get up, but pressed his head even tighter on the ground, babbling non-stop, this time even the translator couldn't translate what he was saying.

The elf king Fugui who was standing next to him sighed, walked up to him, kicked the guy's knee, and pointed to the side of the road.

We're not interested in messing with you. We don't object to kneeling if you like, but please go over there...don't block our way.

Hearing the previous sentence, Wedlier finally smiled through his tears, with a flattering smile on his face, and scrambled back to the side of the road.

Thank you, my lord, for your kindness! Let's get out of here! You... please come inside!

...

Bicester Fortress falls.

The Skeleton Corps won here without a bloody blade, and the price they paid was only dozens of 155mm shells and a few 60kg mass shells.

In fact, they fired a little faster.

If it is a few minutes later, maybe even shells will be saved.

The defenders stationed here walked out of the fort one after another, leaned their rifles on both sides of the road, and crouched outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.

It's really hard to hate that disheveled look.

In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking the prisoners, complained to Brother Mole who was following behind.

Good guy... We didn't catch up with the big scene of welcoming Master Wang at the No. 3 oasis, but we did catch up at the No. 2 oasis.

The explanation is coming to an end.

The Mole replied with a smile, and waved forward.

The Panzergrenadier's truck pushed forward and swaggered into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, the Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to move forward.

When passing by the officer named Wedlier, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop.

Looking down at the man prostrated on the ground in a hurry, he searched inside the turret, found a blank book and threw it on the ground in front of the man.

Hearing something slapping in front of him, Wedlier subconsciously shrunk his neck, and only after finding that his head hadn't fallen off did he glance at it tremblingly.

No nonsense, the Mole looked down at him and ordered succinctly.

Give you a chance to redeem yourself.

In the past week, all the troops passing by here, their number, designation, equipment, which way they walked when they came, which door they went out when they left, how much supplies they brought, and the left one who went out first Foot or right foot...write everything you know in this book.

Wedley nodded repeatedly.

Yes! My lord, I will definitely do it!

Seeing that this guy was going to kowtow again, Mole waved his hand impatiently.

Stop talking nonsense, hurry up.