This Game Is Too Realistic

Not counting the younger brothers of the Big Horn Mouse, there were 23 people who finally decided to stay. Including the twenty heavy infantry of the Jungle Corps, and the Three Pillar Gods of Dust Town.

Generally speaking, if the difference in equipment is not large, with the mutants' HP bar, basic defense and recovery power, there is almost no chance of winning a contest with the same number of humans.

Even a 500 vs. 500 matchup would be extremely difficult, let alone 23 vs. 500.

Especially in the confrontation on the frontal battlefield, there is hardly much room for maneuver, unlike guerrilla warfare, which still has room for pulling.

As Lao Bai said, this is no different from suicide.

However, the mouse was still a lizard, and their eyes were burning with a strong fighting intent, and they didn't have the slightest fear of the upcoming fight.

Death is but a destination—

They are all immortal heroes.

Walking in front of Lao Bai, Jun Jun in the Hunter exoskeleton said solemnly.

The residents are counting on you.

If the house is gone, it can be rebuilt.

As long as the people who remember them are alive.

Lao Bai nodded seriously.

I promise, when you come back, you will still have so many believers, not one of them.

Junk Jun grinned.

Hey, I remember.

After finishing speaking, he waved his claws, and walked to join the brothers of the Jungle Corps.

A group of people parted ways and headed in the opposite direction from the main force.

Looking at Jun Jun's tall and burly back, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, My lord... the big horned deer god, won't you come with us?

Looking at the direction the group left, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

He is going to complete his mission, and you will see him again.

Qin Baitian sighed with a bitter expression.

Although he is old, he is still not confused.

No matter how strong that adult is, there are still five hundred mutants. During the years he lived here, he had heard that a single mutant had slaughtered half of the village.

That sentence will see you again...

I'm afraid it's just a consolation that is better than nothing.

...

Among the mighty team, Ogg was sitting on an open SUV, staring intently at the wilderness to the north.

In the bloodthirsty pupils, the light of hatred shone.

Oulu is his elder brother and his father.

According to the old priest who delivered him, they were all born in the same tent, even the same human mother.

This situation is extremely rare in mutant tribes.

Few humans live that long.

Even the awakened ones, most of them would die in the seventh or eighth year and be taken to the kitchen by the butchers.

Perhaps it is because the human being who produced him has impressive strength, he can clearly feel that he is obviously different from other similar people who were born in this world together.

Stronger muscles, quicker reflexes, and a tougher physique... At the age of seven, he was appreciated by the centurion, and joined the same hunting team as his elder brother, becoming the leader of the clan. hunter.

Perhaps because of the closeness in blood, his elder brother took special care of him and took him with him no matter what he did.

The first time he hunted, the first time he cannibalized, the first time he massacred a village, the first time he was awarded the leader's award and the name of honor, and accepted the transformation of the machine... It can even be said that every major event in his life They were all completed under the witness of Oulu.

But Oro died.

And the death was extremely miserable.

When he saw the corpse, he wanted to chop his teeth into pieces, and vowed in his heart that he would use the cruelest way to torture the human who killed his brother until he swallowed his last breath.

Therefore, when he learned from the leader that the murderer who killed his brother was hiding in a settlement called Dust Town, and he was allowed to slaughter that village, every cell in his excited body trembled.

He seemed to have seen the group of mean, cowardly and thin two-legged beasts crawling and trembling under his feet.

Ah, how ugly that is...

What was burning in his pupils was not only hatred and anger, but also a layer of excitement.

Hurry up! Ogg shouted with a rough voice.

The mutant sitting in the driver's seat got the order, grabbed the walkie-talkie hung on the central console, and uttered an excited shout into the communication channel.

Ogg, hurry up!

Rough roars echoed over the comm channel.

Ogg!!

The wheels of the vehicles turned faster, and the mutant soldiers who were chasing behind ran hard, and the hala that fell out of their mouths was thrown everywhere, and they fell behind after a while, panting.

It's like this every mission.

There are always a few dumb fish who can't squeeze into the truck and can't keep up with the team, and finally wander around somewhere, and occasionally bring back one or two unlucky men and women to prove that they are not fishers or deserters .

But it doesn't matter.

The odd tribe has never relied on those outdated soft-legged shrimps, but on real warriors!

At this moment, the group of green beasts did not notice that a group of heavily armed players had ambushed on their only path.

in the forest.

Looking at the mighty team on the plain, the Piltover paratroopers holding binoculars couldn't help but click their tongues.

Damn... how can these animals run so fast?

The record of the 42km marathon on Earth has just broken 2, but this speed seems to be just a basic practice for mutants.

Their strong cardiorespiratory abilities gave them terrifying endurance, and they ran four-fifths of the distance of 50 kilometers in less than two hours!

And this is in the wilderness with no roads.

Overlooking the vast dust shadow on the ground through the drone, Voldemort said solemnly.

They're starting to slow down.

The Piltover paratrooper frowned.

Did they find us?

Xiaoxiao smiled and shook his head.

No, it should be just a normal tactical strategy, to conserve energy before contacting the enemy... I don't know if they will rest for a while.

After a pause, he continued.

If they're not going to take a break and move on, now is the time to do it.

Hmm... Midnight Killer nodded calmly, raised his right fist and swung it, According to the plan.

The flames of excitement ignited in both eyes, and a uniform answer came quickly from the communication channel.

receive!

The hunt begins!

Twenty people were divided into five teams, and quickly moved along the jungle to the front of the only way for the group of mutants, spreading out in an arc from the center of the circle outward.

One of the anti-tank squads stepped forward, and four players, including the squad leader, took out RPG rocket launchers and aimed at the moving convoy.

Quietly waiting for the target to approach within range, Midnight Kill Chicken immediately ordered in the communication channel.

Fire!!

The moment the order was issued, the four players pulled the triggers almost at the same time, and rockets blasted towards the convoy in the distance with thick and long white smoke.

There is almost no reaction time.

The truck that bore the brunt was hit straight, sparks exploded in the convoy, and the three trucks broke down on the spot.

Caught off guard, more than a dozen trucks braked sharply, turning corners, and huddled together in the wilderness.

If the predators were attacked so suddenly, even if their morale didn't drop by half, it would still make those who were stunned hesitate to move forward.

But it's a different story for bloodthirsty mutants.

A dozen or so mutants were thrown out of the car by inertia, but they fell on the ground and quickly got up cursing.

The guys huddled together in the car jumped out of the car chattering, grabbed their weapons indiscriminately, and ran towards the forest.

They are like animals—

The difference is that what they hold in their hands is a large-caliber assault rifle.

Rush in!! Kill them all!!

Ogg, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the off-road vehicle, yelled, slapped the driver on the shoulder, and then slapped the machine gunner on the roof, grabbed the machine gun in the back row, and then slammed into the forest. Sweeping.

Hot bullet casings fell into the compartment with clangs, and the muzzle fire illuminated his ferocious gums and twisted facial muscles, and thick and long tracers wove a web on the plain.

He growled like a beast.

Go to hell!! Hahaha!

The rain of bullets swished into the jungle, smashing the thick tree trunks to pieces, and the caliber was at least .50 or higher!

The player who fired a round of volley quickly ducked down to dodge, moved to a new position and played two rounds of RPG, then put away the launcher, pulled out the XB-1 Growler bolt gun and opened the safety.

Seeing that all the team members had almost reached the battle position, Midnight Slay Chicken roared loudly, and pulled the trigger first.

Free fire—!

The explosion of the gun muzzle resounded through the forest in an instant, and thick and long tongues of flame emerged from the forest.

The locust-like rain of bullets quickly collided with the mutant soldiers who were running towards them head-on, turning the mutant soldiers who were running in the front on their backs.

The huge recoil caused a hole in the soles of the feet, and Voldemort, who was holding the Howler in his hand, screamed excitedly while shaking his teeth.

Fuck! Brother Chicken! This power is too strong!

It's not a good idea to hear two sounds from one shot!

The broken warhead will re-ignite in the air, dragging a tail flame and bombarding the target, and after hitting the target, it will activate the firing pin of the warhead, releasing a hot metal jet like magma!

This thing doesn't look like an assault rifle at all, it's just a rocket that fires continuously!

A mutant sentry who was charging was shot in the chest, and a hot spark exploded behind him. Before he could even let out a scream, he fell to the ground with his death.

The mutant heavy infantry wearing a steel breastplate was also unfavorable. The thumb-thick steel plate was quite effective against rifle bullets, but it was like paper in front of the metal jet.

Ogg, who was sitting on the off-road vehicle, was also taken aback by the power of the bullet.

A bullet hit the rear side of the car under him, and the sparks from the lasing danced directly in the back row of the car, making the two mutant fighters behind him scream and scald a scar on his back , so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Damn! What the hell is this?!

It was the first time he had seen a guy who could kill a mutant with a single shot!

Fortunately, the flying speed of this bullet is not fast. It is considered a subsonic ammunition, and it is not easy to hit a high-speed moving vehicle.

Oge's thoughts turned, he suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie, and yelled in the communication channel.

Hearing his order, the eight off-road vehicles lowered their tails, rushed to the front of the infantry and cruised in a serpentine shape, and opened an S-shaped trajectory in the wilderness.

The large swaths of dust and the suspected man-made exhaust not only covered the convoy's tracks, but also provided cover for the charging infantry.

Staring at the large cloud of dust raised in front of him, Midnight Killed Chicken secretly cursed.

Lao Bai really didn't joke with him.

This group of mutants is really not simple, not only are they adapting to changes extremely quickly, but they have even learned the tactic of pulling smoke to cover them.

This hindered the aiming of the Jungle Corps to a certain extent.

but--

Those green-skinned muscular guys obviously didn't expect that trouble would come from under their feet.

Since the mutants were all focused on the front and didn't notice the situation under their feet at all, the mutant who rushed to the front quickly fell into the mud, rolled a few times on the ground, was covered by the smoke, and then tripped over the rear people.

Roar--!

With an angry roar, the mutant who spat out the mud in his mouth struggled to stand up, and soon found out in shock that the tufts of dead grass in front of him had been knotted at some point.

What is this all about? !

not only that.

The grass was strewn with nails and ropes, and there were scattered tunnels that looked like groundhogs had dug them. Although these traps do not do much damage and are crudely prepared, they are extremely insulting.

Flaming bullets were still roaring in the air, and there was no time to think.

From time to time, someone was tripped by a trap and fell to the ground, followed by a painful roar, and the Centurion on the far right of the team quickly slowed down.

Seeing the green-skinned muscular guys coming to the end one after another, the strongman hiding behind the bushes screamed excitedly.

Rush up! Poke their eyes! Bite their throats! Fuck them to death!

However, contrary to expectations, those little rats didn't listen to him, and couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Startled by those big green-skinned guys who suddenly barged in, a few mice that were still working on the trap screamed and screamed, jumped out, turned around and ran away.

Even though a certain big horned rat was chirping and chirping, they didn't listen to it at all, and just ran away desperately.

Hey! These cowardly bastards!

Looking at the little rats running around in panic, he cursed and cursed, but soon remembered that these guys were rats in the first place.

MMP! Sure enough, you can't count on these guys!

Seeing the mutants struggling to get up from the ground, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and rushed up.

Long live the manager!

Startled by the knee-high fat mouse, the mutant soldier who just got up was obviously taken aback.

And it was this stupefied kung fu that made the strong man rush close, and stabbed his calf indiscriminately.

Europe--!

The dagger cut open the flesh, the mutant roared in pain, and kicked him violently, but the kick landed in the empty space, and was forced by the strong man to dodge behind him.

Die!

Taking advantage of the mutant's center of gravity leaning forward, the strongman bit the dagger, using four claws together, climbed up his back along his left leg, grabbed the dagger and slammed it into his throat.

Sting -!

The knife cut through the artery, and the blood that was as hot as a fire rushed out. The mutant knelt on the ground with his eyes as big as copper bells.

Bah! This blood really stinks!

After a mouthful of saliva, the strongman bit the dagger and sprinted down from the mutant's shoulder.

However, just as he was about to pounce on another mutant, a huge impact came from the side, causing him to fly out and roll twice on the ground.

The right half of his body completely lost consciousness, and the dagger in his mouth flew out.

After regaining consciousness, it was difficult for someone to realize that his right foreleg to his stomach was torn apart by shrapnel.

If it weren't for the pain shielding, just this one would be enough for him to pass out.

The mutant soldier standing not far away grinned grinningly and licked the handguard under the barrel of the gun, and the shell case, which was two circles thicker than a thumb, was thrown out of the gun chamber.

Grass... shotgun!

The strongman cursed and cursed, barely moved his left foreleg, tore off the pull ring hidden on his waist, and a flame rushed into his waist pocket.

There hung half a kilo of dynamite.

Perhaps this is the correct way to play the mouse.

The mutant walked up to him with big strides, stretched out his big hands like iron pincers, pinched his fat neck, and lifted him from the ground.

Just when he was trying to figure out what was going on with the fat mouse, the fat mouse, who was dying a second ago, suddenly smiled wickedly.

Grandpa take a step first.

leftover--

I leave it to you!

With a sharp voice, he screamed.

Long live the manager!

The flame burst in an instant!

The mutant lost half of his arm and head, his body was covered with countless pieces of shattered iron, and he fell silently to the ground.

The flame that exploded in the wilderness, like a stone thrown into a lake, was quickly submerged in the tide-like attack.

But in the eyes of the trembling little rats, the inconspicuous flame was as dazzling as a burst of fireworks.

That moment—

Their horned rats became light!

Brother!!

Staring at the flames of the explosion with tears in his eyes, Jing Jing, who was lying in the forest, let out a roar, and welded his index finger firmly to the trigger of the lance.

The 20mm muzzle continuously sprayed flames, dragging the tracer armor-piercing incendiary bombs into the noisy rain of bullets, like a cluster of flames swaying in the wind.

Whether it was the traps and sneak attacks of the strong man, or the 20mm lance in his hand, none of them could hold the mutant for a long time.

The lizards lurking in the forest rubbed their claws silently.

He is waiting for his chance...

An opportunity to come in and harvest!

Twenty... Garbage Lord muttered silently, Even if two mice are killed, I must kill at least twenty!

The distance of the last hundred meters was fleeting, and after dropping hundreds of corpses, the mutant troops with rifles finally entered the jungle.

The jungle corps kept firing while retreating, pulling the mutant troops into the dense forest with narrow vision.

At the limit distance where one can almost smell the breath of the opposite side, the bolter with a safety distance of 10m has lost its effect.

Not even just bolters—

Except for large-caliber machine guns or shotguns, long-range weapons are almost useless at this moment when it is difficult to aim at the head and shoot!

Of course, the same goes for mutants.

The K-10 Iron Wall exoskeleton provides extremely strong rigid armor for the twenty players of the Jungle Corps, which can absorb the kinetic energy of bullets at the expense of armor deformation.

Unless you get hit by two shuttles solidly, or are unfortunately hit in the vitals, it is basically difficult to want to die.

The opponent obviously knew this, so instead of lying on the ground and shooting at them, they rushed up to fight the players with high battle losses.

Midnight Killing Chicken made a decisive decision, let go of the Growler in his hand, and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the Iron Wall exoskeleton.

The sharp blade of the ax can split a pine tree as thick as a thigh, and naturally it can also split the neck and skull of a mutant.

Seeing the mutant warrior rushing towards him, this time he did not retreat but advanced, roaring and slamming down with an axe.

The ax slashed vertically with a thunderous momentum. The mutant soldier had no time to react, and he didn't expect that the human in front of him would dare to fight him hand-to-hand. Teeth were chopped off.

Kicking away the bulky corpse, Midnight Killing Chicken reached behind with his left hand and pulled down the other ax hanging behind his back.

The black breastplate was hung with red and white, and the blood-soaked figure looked like a ghost in the forest, and the two logging axes exuded a cold light.

The mutant warrior who rushed to him was stunned by the ghostly appearance and involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

This guy--

It's different from the guys they used to eat!

Roar--!

Venting his fear in the battle cry, a mutant captain in heavy armor strode forward and swung the mace in his hand vigorously.

The whistling hammer head dragged a gust of wind, and the terrifying kinetic energy was like a shell, as if it could even make a dent in the armor steel of a tank.

If you suffer this blow, even if you don't die, you will have to become a vegetable.

Seeing that the fatal blow was about to hit the human soldier's face, the mutant commander saw a flash in front of his eyes, and then a heart-piercing pain came down his forearm.

The hand holding the mace was actually chopped off by the sideways ax!

Aw—!

Screaming in pain, he staggered back a step, and before he could stand still, a gust of wind slammed into his face.

Boom——!

The ax blade that slashed vertically smashed a head again.

And all of this is just a few breaths away!

……two!

Drenched in hot blood and brains, Midnight Killer glared at the stagnant mutant warrior with bloodthirsty eyes, and the excitement in his throat could no longer be suppressed.

Totally crazy!!

He roared loudly, swung two axes and rushed up.

Looking at the guy rushing towards him with big strides on the meteor, a rare panic welled up on his dark green faces.

It was always they who ran away after the weak twolegs, watched them stumble in the woods, and cried and begged for mercy.

No one has ever dared to do what they did at this moment. Instead of running away, they rushed towards them.

This guy is by no means the ones they ate in the past——

No.

He is not human at all!

The real hunt has just begun.

Twenty players from the Jungle Corps engaged in a bloody fight with the green-skinned muscular guy rushing into the forest. The waving axes were like rolling meat grinders, harvesting a piece of meat in the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. A green head.

For the players standing here, chopping necks is no different from chopping trees, they are both their best jobs.

This is the jungle.

This is their home field!