This Game Is Too Realistic

Falcon City.

On the 100-meter-high river embankment.

Soldiers from the Falcon Kingdom are crouching behind the bunker, ready to fight.

A few days ago, the Alliance had announced that it would bomb Falcon City tonight, but it did not say which direction the airstrike would come from.

There are only thirty-two anti-aircraft guns in the entire Falcon City, eight of which were transferred to the palace in the center of the city, and there were only twenty-four guns on the huge alloy wall that stretched for dozens of kilometers. The density of firepower can be imagined.

The chief in charge of the defense of the southeastern sector was Horett, who until a month ago was the captain of the king's guard.

However, due to the tense battle situation on the front line, a large number of officers of the retinue army were drawn into the regular army formation of the legion. In just one month, he was promoted to three ranks and directly became the centurion of the city defense army.

The smooth sailing in his official career should have been a happy thing, but he couldn't feel the slightest optimism in his heart, instead he was worried.

Until last month, his salary was enough to feed and clothe his two wives and their family, but now that his salary has more than doubled as a centurion, even food and clothing for his big family has become a problem.

You know this is an oasis.

Even if wastelanders all over the world are hungry, people here shouldn't worry about eating and drinking.

All because of this damn war.

In order to drive away the boredom in his heart, and to cheer himself up, he walked to the battlefield and shouted at the top of his voice.

Everyone be vigilant! Keep your eyes open! Alliance planes will use the cover of the clouds to approach us! The searchlights are aimed at the edges and crevices of the clouds, and they are all carefully watched! No matter what, no one plane should be let go to enter the king's land. All!

Long live the Falcon Kingdom!

Long live!

The soldiers answered loudly, but the loud roar could not dispel the bitterness and confusion in the pupils.

There are only 120 people on the three-kilometer-wide front, two light machine guns and one anti-aircraft gun.

Not to mention it's still night.

Expect their guys to shoot down Alliance planes rather than expect Alliance pilots to misread the map and land them in the face.

Horett also knew that he was in a difficult situation, but at this moment, he had no other choice but to beat his subordinates.

At this moment, a white ray of light flashed across the distant horizon, accompanied by dull thunder from afar.

Is it going to rain?

Maybe tonight's air strike will be called off...

wrong!

Holet, who was looking into the distance, suddenly changed his face and shouted loudly.

hidden!

Almost at the moment when his words fell, a column of fiery red smoke fell from the air and slammed into the farmland hundreds of meters in front of the embankment.

The roar of the explosion drowned out the short sound of piercing through the air, and the orange-red flame instantly rushed to a height of 100 meters, pushing away layers of scorching air waves.

The scorched ears of wheat, burning sawdust, earth and gravel tiles, etc... were all carried to the sky by the hot smoke.

The first shot missed.

Yet no one is taking it lightly.

Soon the clouds in the distance flickered again, and the deafening roar almost descended on the river embankment along with the rolling gunshots.

Although the 400mm main gun was not very accurate because it was too far away, the huge power caused fear to appear on the face of almost every defender.

It can go wrong many times.

But only once for them...

The friendly troops near the position seemed to have run out of luck, and the third heavy artillery fell straight in front of them.

The scorching shock wave instantly dented the flat alloy shell downward.

Even if the relics of the former civilization cannot be destroyed by conventional weapons, the terrifying power is enough to wipe out all the bunkers piled up on the river embankment...

The roar of the explosion echoed in his ears, and Horett felt his internal organs tremble, as did the adjutant standing next to him, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were full of fear.

just now--

That heavy cannon destroyed at least one of their centurions.

Spirit of the Sand Sea...they are more than 70 kilometers away from us, why can they still hit us?! The adjutant's voice trembled, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

It's a rocket with extended range...

Ordinary cannonballs really can't fly that far.

But the rocket range extender is another story.

Horett swallowed, his eyes widened and he stared at the thick smoke covering the sky three kilometers away.

Fortunately, the 400mm main gun did not blow up the embankment.

The sunken but undamaged alloy shell brought a little comfort to many people's hearts.

At least the gods are still on their side.

However--

Before they had time to cheer, the black dots drilled out from under the clouds made the defenders on the embankment look terrified.

Look over there!

Alliance aircraft!

The black shadows that were getting closer and closer were like vultures flying in the sky. Horett seemed to have seen the teeth and claws of those beasts.

Damn... how many do they have?!

Before he had time to hesitate, he yelled loudly, ignoring the noisy gunfire in the distance.

Get to the cannon!

Stop them!

...

Hundreds of planes rushed towards them, and the defenders of the Falcon Kingdom panicked.

However, they were not the only ones panicked.

Lao Bai, who was sitting behind Ye Shi's buttocks, also had his heart raised to his throat, gritting his teeth, fearing that a little wind would blow his soul away.

Unpowered glider.

As the name suggests, it is an aircraft without an engine.

If the aircraft wants to obtain the speed in the horizontal direction, it must be achieved by diving, and after the speed exceeds the optimal lift-to-drag ratio range, it needs to recover kinetic energy by raising the nose.

Therefore, the flight path of the aircraft is also exciting like a roller coaster, sliding forward in the ups and downs.

In a certain distant time and space, this thing is called an Assault Glider. Like an anti-aircraft balloon, it is not a black technology with a big brain hole. It is as big as the garden market for free, and it is as small as Operation Oak Tree. figure.

Compared with a parachute that hangs in the sky for a long time, this unpowered glider has a very short time in the air, and its gliding speed can reach a maximum of about 300 yards per hour, which is the same speed as the Harmony bullet train. And compared to the paratrooper's backpack, the larger fuselage capacity allows the paratrooper to carry more equipment and ammunition.

It's just that although it has so many advantages, the disadvantage of this thing is not small, that is, the accident rate is too high, and it is a bit useless.

In the early days, this thing was towed by a car, winch or other aircraft, and thrown out like a paper airplane. The accident rate was not lower than that of the spherical pod at the bottom of a heavy bomber.

It is precisely because of this that after World War II, these two things were sent to the grave of history together, and gliders can be seen in extreme sports.

Probably thinking of the unique height advantage of the Heart of Steel, Mosquito picked it up from the garbage dump of history, and changed the booster to two rockets with the warhead removed.

The flickering tracer light in the distance, on the contrary, made Lao Bai feel a little comforted in his heart.

Regardless of whether it can land smoothly,

After all, we have arrived at our destination.

Ye Shi! Aimed! Feng Feng, who was holding the joystick in both hands, looked tense, and rare excitement and madness shone in his eyes.

Okay! Give me a depression angle!

Ye Shi chuckled, holding the handle of the heavy machine gun with both hands, the barrel protruded sideways out of the engine room, and the sight was previewed above the river embankment.

At the same time the glider's nose was down, he pulled the trigger.

The gunshots and hot bullet casings were left behind by the glider, and orange tracers were thrown towards the river bank like raindrops.

One hundred and fifty gliders fired in unison, but the anti-aircraft guns on the ground were overwhelmed by the firepower net that fell from the sky.

However, limited by the angle, the strafing of the glider group only lasted for half a minute, and the suppressed defenders of Falcon City quickly returned to the anti-aircraft guns.

However, they soon discovered that the previous shooting was just the prelude to the storm, and the real nightmare had just begun.

Twenty escorting W-2 attack aircraft broke away from the flight formation, rushed towards the river bank below, and dropped the aerial bombs hanging under the wings after a round of swooping and strafing.

The flames of the explosion bloomed on the river bank in an instant.

On the ten-kilometer-wide defense line, the only four anti-aircraft guns were blown to pieces.

Looking at the burning flames and twisted steel, as well as the soldiers holding the Ripper rifle and firing towards the sky while pulling the bolt, Horett's face was full of despair.

At this time, a blood-stained commander ran over limping from the side, panting heavily to report to his immediate superior.

Report sir! The Alliance has blown up our anti-aircraft guns! We... have no more anti-aircraft weapons to use.

I'm not blind, I can see.

After interrupting the captain's voice, Horet raised his hand to support the officer's cap on his head, and turned to look at the palace in the northwest direction.

From any section of the embankment, the straight-line distance to the palace is ten kilometers. For an airplane, this distance is only a few minutes.

He closed his eyes in pain and whispered to himself.

it's over……

...

The defense line in the southeast direction has been breached by Alliance aircraft, and the anti-aircraft guns in adjacent positions are still firing towards the sky.

However, because the distance is too far, that poor firepower is purely a useless struggle.

Tracer lights danced in the night sky like sawdust rising from a bonfire.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, Myrdal, the chief of the guards standing on the tower of the castle in the center of the city, finally saw clearly the shadows from far to near.

And his face also turned pale at the same time.

Fifty? !

No--

At least a hundred!

Didn't the First Aviation Squadron severely damage the Alliance Air Force at Oasis 3! ?

Why are there so many? !

Those planes obviously did not take off from Bicester Town, they should have come from the Heart of Steel that was entangled in anti-aircraft balloons.

Just a few minutes ago, he received the news from the headquarters that the 1st Aviation Squadron led by Acante had already contacted the alliance flight formation.

The two sides each invested hundreds of propeller planes, and they were fighting fiercely on the edge of the No. 2 oasis.

How many planes does the alliance have? !

wrong--

It should be said how many pilots the alliance has? !

According to the merchants who came from the east, there are only five or six hundred thousand survivors in Qingquan City, but he has the illusion that these people can't be killed!

As Myrdal expected, the anti-aircraft guns scattered on the river embankment could not stop the Alliance aircraft at all.

The alliance just randomly separated a few planes from the flight formation to eliminate the anti-aircraft artillery positions along the way, and the rest of the fleet kept crossing the river embankment and heading straight for the city, heading towards His Majesty's castle.

Seeing that the planes had only the last three or four kilometers left, Myrdal immediately shouted and ordered.

Fire!

The eight quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns deployed on the castle opened fire in unison, thick and long tongues of flame rushed towards the alliance aircraft fleet, lighting up the outlines of the aircraft in an instant.

However--

This intensive firepower did not last long.

A series of black shadows that were as fast as lightning separated from the fuselage, like arrows flying off the string, hitting the towers with anti-aircraft guns accurately.

Oh shit!

Looking at the towers and anti-aircraft guns engulfed by the flames and thick smoke of the explosion, Myrdal's eyes turned red for a moment, and he scolded his mother angrily.

What it is?!

The city defense officer standing next to him also looked blank.

Aerial bomb?

impossible……

It is a bit outrageous that the aerial bombs thrown one or two kilometers away can accurately hit their anti-aircraft artillery positions.

But it doesn't make sense if it's a missile, he didn't even see the tail flame of the missile!

Looking at the burning flames in the distance, several intelligence players sitting on the glider excitedly gave high-fives to their teammates beside them.

Of course, it was not a missile, but a six-rotor self-destructing drone placed in a glider-Switchblade.

This thing doesn’t need a professional bomber to drop bombs at all, just throw it out of the cabin. Intellectual players with neural connection devices can switch to the drone’s perspective for precise guidance.

Fifteen kilograms of warheads are enough to send anti-aircraft guns on towers.

Hahaha! Well done!

Ye Shi, who was sitting on the machine gun seat, waved his fist excitedly, and before he landed, he shot a round of shots at the castle with his machine gun.

Seeing the violently shaking fuselage and the buildings speeding past below him, although Lao Bai panicked a lot, he knew in his heart that he could only trust his teammates at this time.

It's about to land!

Know.

Looking calmly outside the cabin, the gust of wind opened the variable-angle windshield on the fuselage, and at the same time a parachute sprayed out from the rear of the fuselage.

The speed of the glider dropped suddenly, and the upturned belly of the glider hit the roof of a residential house firmly.

Grass!

Your day! Tell me in advance! Seeing the rapidly approaching roof, Ye Shi hurriedly moved the machine gun back into the engine room.

Large pieces of rubble were blown away.

The wings on both sides broke instantly, but they were not broken, but actively blown off to prevent the fuselage from rolling during the forced landing.

The violent impact almost didn't make Lao Bai faint.

But in the end, he was still a ruthless man in the strength department, and he remained conscious until the plane completely fell to the street and stopped.

He took out the rifle from the cabin, and while cursing and crawling out of the deformed cabin, he loaded the rifle in his hand.

Seeing a few black and African-like laborers not far away, he fired two shots into the sky and shouted in human language.

If you don't want to die, get out!

Hearing the gunshot, the laborers who moved the obstacle were scared out of their wits, immediately dropped the tools in their hands, and scattered into the alley next to them.

After confirming the direction of the castle, Lao Bai subconsciously reached out and pressed the side of the helmet, trying to access the team channel to check the casualties of each team, but found no response.

At this time, he remembered that the commander of this operation was Gust.

Ahem... Don't worry, I just confirmed that everyone has successfully landed, so it's not a big problem.

Coughing and crawling out of the cabin, Gu Feng wiped a handful of dust from the helmet's eyepiece, and took the LD-50 submachine gun that Ye Shi handed over.

Lao Bai looked at him dumbfounded.

are you OK?

Very OK. With a thumbs up, Gu Feng grabbed Ye Shi's arm and dragged him out of the cabin.

Holding the 12mm heavy machine gun with a hot barrel in his hand, Ye Shi, who was thrown into disgrace, showed no fear at all, but had an expression that was still unfinished.

Oh my god...this is much more exciting than skydiving!

Lao Bai: ...

Don't worry. Seeing the concern in Lao Bai's eyes, Kuang Feng gave him a reliable look, We're not kidding.

Facing that serious gaze, Lao Bai was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that he might indeed be a little too cautious—or overprotective.

It's different from Fang Chang's kind of Gao Wan who is full of game talents.

Although Kuang Feng and Ye Shi's understanding of the game is also very strong, it is not so strong that he has nothing to say that makes him admire.

It is precisely because of this that he always unconsciously assumes the role of the big brother, thinking that he should take care of them more, while ignoring their growth.

In fact, however, this worry is simply unnecessary.

Several of his buddies are indeed ordinary people in reality and have not received professional military training, but after going through so many battles and the test of life and death, their combat experience has already surpassed themselves when they first entered the game.

Whether it is the intensity of the war or the degree of bloodshed, this cruel wasteland is not inferior to any dark period in real history.

This is the world destroyed after the Great War.

A doomsday more savage than a chaotic world.

They who have gone through many tests in this world are not weaker than anyone, and they don't need anyone to take care of them.

Every player of the Burning Legion is a unique fighter!

Maybe I should trust my teammates more.

Well, I can tell... Looking at the serious eyes, Lao Bai suddenly smiled, and his tensed brows relaxed a little, Then I'll leave it to you!

He admitted that the glider made his blood pressure go up.

But now it seems...

They're not kidding.

Gaving him a grateful look, Kuang Feng looked at Ye Shi seriously.

Give the machine gun to Lao Bai, you go to find a high point nearby to support us... Our goal is entrance C, be careful not to let the defenders place explosives at the entrance.

Putting the sniper rifle seized from the academy on his back, Ye Shi gestured with an OK gesture, still with that irreverent hippie smile on his face.

receive!

...

Compared with the parachute that falls by chance, the glider has another advantage that you don't have to search for your teammates all over the street.

The 500 Burning Corps soldiers who landed in the urban area quickly completed their reorganization, and marched towards the castle in an orderly manner in groups of three, three groups in a squad, and three squads in a row.

The streets were quiet except for sporadic gunshots and explosions.

Most of the city defense troops and militiamen were concentrated on the river embankment ten kilometers away, especially this area was the bombing area announced by the alliance. Only a few guards risked their lives to patrol the city, and it was rare to see even a living person.

Some guards noticed the crash-landed planes.

Although there was no order from their superiors, they still dutifully searched the past.

Then--

There's no after that.

Players didn't even have to shoot against the guards carrying the Eripper rifles.

The equipment of these guards is even more hip than they imagined. Except for the captain of the guard who is equipped with a 10mm long pistol, most of the soldiers use a slender saber or a bolt-action opening gun. Rifle.

This kind of rifle that can be used as a spear is still very useful in the trenches, and the power of the 7mm full power bullet is also strong enough.

But in street fighting with complex terrain, it is simply a nightmare for one's own people.

No matter how familiar they are with the terrain, they can't stand the fire of LD-47 assault rifles and LD-50 submachine guns.

Facing the Awakened ones fully equipped with automatic firepower and light cavalry exoskeletons, the patrol team who searched first became innocent seeds in an instant, and they were beaten and fled in less than half a minute.

...

At the same time, on a certain tower that survived the explosion, Myrdal stared dumbfounded at the city in front of him, still unable to understand what happened.

Just a few minutes ago, several black shadows destroyed his anti-aircraft battery.

Just when he was looking at the sky desperately, thinking that those planes would pull up their noses and face them for another round, something unexpected happened.

I saw that more than a hundred planes did not raise the altitude again, but plunged into the city in front of the castle like dumplings.

Standing next to him, the chief of the city defense, Bofor, was stunned and muttered to himself.

What are they doing?

An adjutant said in a daze.

...A flight accident?

Hundreds of planes crashed at the same time, how is this possible!

After recovering from the brief daze, Myrdal's face was not at all relaxed because of the end of the air strike, and his intuition told him that the real air strike had just begun.

He immediately looked at the adjutant beside him and said loudly.

Who is in charge of the city in front of the castle!

The adjutant immediately replied after hearing the words.

Report! It's Centurion Adem!

Myrdal remembered the name.

That guy is a good player he personally promoted from the militia to the Guards. Not only is he good at command, he is also a powerful awakener.

Without the slightest hesitation, Myrdal immediately ordered.

Give him another centurion! Tell him to go to the city immediately to search for those pilots! Make sure to catch me alive!

The adjutant stood up and gave a military salute.

yes!

...

Following Myrdal's order, Adem immediately led his centurions and more than a hundred reinforcements into the city, preparing to capture the alliance pilots alive.

However--

To everyone's surprise, the moment the two centurions entered the urban area, there were crackling noises in the urban area, as if dozens of firecrackers had been thrown away.

The flames flickering from the muzzle of the guns rose and fell one after another in the dark urban area, as dense as the starry sky above.

Almost as soon as their front foot set foot on the street, the Centuries led by Adem encountered automatic fire. They were caught off guard, and only one contact caused heavy casualties.

The pilots of the Falcon Kingdom are usually equipped with only one pistol, and the cockpit of an ordinary aircraft cannot be filled with extra ammunition and weapons.

Let alone an automatic weapon.

No one even thought that those pilots did not hide XZ in the middle of the city, but organized and fired at them.

Standing on the tower, Myrdal stared dumbfounded at the flickering city in the night, and even lost his words for a moment.

The gunshots were at least the firepower of the two thousand-man teams.

Could it be that the pilots of the alliance are not only equipped with assault rifles, but also put two bodyguards in the cabin? !

While Myrdal was still surprised, Adem, who rushed into the city with two hundred people, was already grabbing the walkie-talkie and scolding his mother.

The firepower on the other side is too strong! We need reinforcements!

A harsh hum filled the earphones.

The other side probably used some kind of communication jamming weapon. He couldn't contact the rear at all, and couldn't report the situation here.

Bullets whizzed through the street.

The other side didn't seem to care about ammunition at all.

All his strength is useless at all, and Adem can only pray in his heart that his chief can hear some clues from the gunshots and send more people over.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of confronting them at all, and gunshots sounded from all directions soon surrounded the street where he was.

Adam's mood sank to the bottom in an instant.

Although he couldn't confirm the situation on the side of the two ten commanders under his command, he could probably tell from the position of the gunfire that the two wings of the defense line had fallen!

It took the opponent less than half a minute to annihilate at least four ten-man teams in his hands, and completed the encirclement of his two centurion teams.

This is definitely not something that dozens of pilots can do!

To say the least, there are a thousand people on the opposite side!

Looking at the stumped limbs and arms on the street and the densely packed bullet holes on the wall, Adem, who had a murderous look a few minutes ago, now only has horror on his face.

Hearing the gunshots getting closer, he grabbed the walkie-talkie that could only hear the noise and yelled in despair.

Damn! These people...they're not pilots at all!

We are surrounded by them!

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(Thanks to the leaders of The No. 1 Fruit in the Watermelon Universe and Xueyi Wuxin for their rewards!!! I could have finished this chapter, but after a while it was six o'clock. T.T)