This Game Is Too Realistic

Under the rolling waves, a group of blue mutants with fish scales roared past with the ocean current, looking from a distance like a blue mudslide surging under the sea.

They screamed and howled to intimidate the alien species that tried to approach, and used harpoons to open their way forward, all the way west along the coastline, and then all the way south.

Guided by the will of their ancestors, they have been drifting for a whole week, resting only a few times in the middle, and catching some sea fish, shellfish or seaweed to satisfy their hunger when they are hungry.

However, even though their stomachs were rumbling with hunger, their morale did not decrease in the slightest, and the fighting hope burning in their pupils increased even more.

The temporary hunger is just to make room for the upcoming banquet, and they will soon be able to feast on the gift of their ancestors and indulge in the mourning and wailing of their prey.

Seeing that it was about to reach its destination, the mutant in the lead suddenly straightened up, stepping on the water instead to stop its forward swimming momentum.

Crack!

The blue-skinned mutants following him scattered one after another, and thousands of them stood on the rocky seabed, like a ghostly kelp forest.

Boat!

It opened its mouth and let out a shrill scream, raised its head and stared ahead, then glanced uncertainly at the direction of the coastline on the right.

The human village predicted by the priest was to the northwest of them, but several kilometers to the west, there were two cargo ships heading straight in their direction.

It puffed out its chest and took a deep breath of the cold sea water, a string of dense air bubbles rolling out of its cheeks.

It seemed to smell something, and its eyes gradually released a bloodthirsty light.

people!

Crafts!

many!!!

Soon it wasn't the only one, thousands of muddy pupils were imprinted with that bloodthirsty light and desire for killing.

As if feeling the boiling desire for killing in the blood, it opened its voice and let out a shrill scream.

Sink them!

The hoarse shriek sounded like a horn to attack, and it was answered by a shriek of cheers like crushing shells.

Crack -!

Thousands of blue-skinned mutants flocked forward again at an even faster speed like unleashed seahorses.

The mutant with the torpedo on his back broke away from the team first, and inserted the cannon thick as a bucket into the bottom of the seabed heavily, and then pulled out the fuse.

A string of dense air bubbles floated upwards, the blue-skinned mutant covered his ears and kicked his legs, running away from the ready-to-go torpedo.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of gudong, a thick and long column of white bubbles rushed towards the sea surface, and slammed into the front cargo ship straight against the huge torpedo.

This kind of civilian cargo ship is not equipped with professional underwater sonar, and the people on board did not perceive the attack from the underwater at all, so they were hit hard without knowing it.

The shock wave of the explosion stopped the forward momentum of the entire cargo ship. As the milky white bubbles dissipated, an inward sunken breach appeared on the side of the bow, and there were even a few unlucky humans fell into the water.

Watching the slowly capsizing cargo ship, a group of blue-skinned mutants screamed excitedly, tapping their weapons on the shield made of turtle shells or the rocks beside them, just like a group of people tapping knives and forks waiting to eat The savages at the table.

Just as they expected, as the cargo ship tilted slowly, more and more crew members jumped into the sea like dumpling.

And that huge number completely exceeded the expectations of all the mutants present.

Usually when they sink a ship, there are at most twenty or thirty prey.

But now, just one cargo ship has dropped hundreds of prey, and the number is still increasing.

It was as if the mutants had seen heaven, and a pair of cloudy pupils suddenly glowed green.

Praise the ancestors! !

Before it was too late to appreciate the gift from the ancestors, the blue-skinned mutant at the head spit out the air bubbles in its mouth, let out a strange cry of excitement, and then charged forward with its harpoon straightened out.

kill!!

Under its leadership, the mutants lurking on the bottom of the sea kicked out their legs vigorously, grabbed the guys in their hands, and killed the group of drowned chickens that fell into the water.

Just like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep!

kill!!!

Those imperial soldiers floating on the sea and choking on the water hadn't recovered from what happened before they were pierced through their chests by harpoons and crossbows.

The surface of the sea was stained red with blood, and it was a shockingly ferocious scene.

The screams and howls followed the waves of the sea one after another, like hell on earth.

In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred people died! The rest of the lucky ones who survived didn't know what happened, so they could only dig their lives to the shore.

Obviously, these blue-skinned monsters are still too advanced for the imperial soldiers who set foot outside Borneo province for the first time.

And the same goes for mutants who feast on it.

These human flavors with their own condiments are also unique, completely different from those they eat.

But it doesn't matter.

It didn't make any difference to them who had been hungry for a week, they just wanted to indulge in this feast of death and killing!

The soldiers of the Xilan Empire who hadn't jumped off the boat could clearly see what was swimming in the water, and panic was printed on their faces.

Those blue skins resembled the coats of the shelter dwellers.

They look like humans but not humans, fish and not fish, wielding harpoons, sticks, and even fishing nets in their hands, making sharp and mournful calls and laughter, and quickly harvesting the lives that fell into the water one after another.

In just a few breaths, there were corpses floating everywhere on the sea surface, and every wave that hit the ship's strings was stained with shocking scarlet.

Even more frightening, the monsters don't seem content to simply execute their opponents.

From time to time, they pulled these fallen soldiers out of the water, and pressed them into the water again without waiting for them to breathe, until they were exhausted from tormenting their prey, dying, and no longer struggled, and finally cut their throats, Feast on their flesh and blood.

Listening to the wailing of the soldiers in the water, the faces of the soldiers who were crowded on the side of the ship before they had time to dive turned pale, and their eyes were full of fear and bewildered despair.

They either yelled at people who fell into the water and tried to pull them aboard the sinking cargo ship, or they raised their rifles and fired at the surging waves, throwing grenades into the water.

Unfortunately, all of this was in vain, and it didn't work at all...

Just when Mogawei was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the commander named Di Rang and several personal guards under his command were dragging a kayak trot Out of the cabin.

Taking advantage of the fact that the mutants were still feasting in the sea and had no time to talk to them, they threw the kayaks into the sea without saying a word, and rowed towards the shore with all their strength.

Seeing the hope of survival, Mogave also rushed into the cabin, and sure enough, he found several spare rubber boats and wooden boats lying in the corner of the cabin.

Knowing that his strength was not enough, he didn't drag these survival tools out immediately, but ran back to the deck with an idea, and yelled at those guys who hadn't entered the water because they couldn't swim.

There's a lifeboat in the cabin!

Drag them out!

Hearing his call, everyone rushed up to snatch out the life-saving straws, and he took the opportunity to get on one of the cargo ships, and escaped before the cargo ship sank completely.

There was chaos on the sea, and from time to time there were screams of death and fights of desperate resistance.

Looking at the small boats and even bathtubs passing overhead, the soldiers who fell into the water stretched out their hands desperately trying to grab something.

However, most of the only dozen or so small boats were packed to the brim, and they couldn't hold the nearly thousand people who fell into the water.

Seeing familiar faces, some soft-hearted people still couldn't bear to kill their compatriots. They tacitly allowed them to put their hands on the side of the ship, and they would not stop them as long as they didn't board the ship.

However, some ruthless guys completely disregarded the friendship of their compatriots. Seeing that the speed of rushing to the shore was dragged down, they all greeted them with rifle butts, bayonets and even boot soles, just to get rid of these burdens and go ashore quickly, so that Survive yourself.

Witnessing this scene of purgatory on earth, Mo Jiawei was terrified, curled up on the boat, afraid that these people would throw him down, and replace those compatriots who fell into the water.

However, what surprised him was that those vicious guys didn't do this.

Perhaps it's because the people standing next to him these days are all big shots, these low-status wolf clansmen also love houses and birds, and instinctively regard him, a kidnapped outsider, as some kind of adult.

In short, thanks to the ignorance of these people, he left the waters full of blood and death without any risk, and ran aground with the boat on the shore.

Climbing out of the boat with all his strength, he ran forward for more than ten meters, rolling and lying on his back on the muddy beach, gasping for fresh air, his face covered with mud Full of shock.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice from the side, and immediately looked sideways.

A drenched man was seen limping to the shore with a shocking scar on his shoulder, leaning on a Ripper rifle.

That person was Singer, Captain Achim's guard, and he was also the one who immediately responded to the commander's order to abandon the ship and jump into the sea.

Didn't expect him to be alive!

A trace of surprise could not help but be written on Mogarvey's face.

Especially when he heard the guy's first words after he got ashore, his jaw almost dropped in shock.

...Damn it, I was slapped by these blue gophers! Singer gritted his teeth and cursed as he spat bloody saliva on the beach.

These bastards who don't talk about martial arts!

Unexpectedly, those blue gophers only look simple and honest on the surface, but they are very sinister and cunning behind the scenes, and they have seen through the empire's plan long ago!

But it's okay...

Since the strength of those blue ghosts is restrained at sea, the defense on the shore must be empty, and the land happens to be the home ground of the Xilan Empire.

As long as I can regroup the troops that fled to the shore, even if there is only one or two centurions, I will surely be able to fulfill my mission and take down that French fries port!

Seeing that crazy guy walking towards him, Mo Jiawei hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but before he waited for two seconds, he was pulled up from the ground by his collar.

Get up! I know you are not dead!

Mogarvey opened his eyes tremblingly, and before he was fully awake, he saw the distorted face like a ghost.

Big, my lord...

Singer stared at him ferociously, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

Take me to the Alliance camp! Immediately!

Mogarvey opened his mouth wide, glanced at the soldiers lying on the beach like dead dogs, and then at the guy who was grabbing his collar, and was about to ask him, Are you so crazy? But he was dislocated because his mouth was opened too far, so that he couldn't speak.

Fortunately, he didn't need to talk.

Less than two seconds after Singer's voice fell, a gunshot sounded from the forest in the distance.

That was the sound of the Ripper's rifle!

At the same time that the gunshot rang out, gunshots like raindrops rang through the beach and forest, and a fierce firefight was about to break out!

Singer immediately let go, and threw Mogave, who had just sat up halfway, back to the ground, loaded his rifle, and yelled at the soldiers who were struggling to get up from the beach.

Ready to fight!

...

Time back to half an hour ago.

On the beachhead on the northwest side of Chip Harbor, it was dark and silent.

If you don't look closely, you probably won't see the helmets hidden behind sandbags and dirt pits, and the gun barrels hidden under the camouflage net.

At first there were fifty people standing on the ground, but after changing shifts a few times in the middle, there were still about thirty left at night.

Lying next to a fixed whirlwind grenade launcher, a player wearing an exoskeleton couldn't help but yawned and muttered something in a low voice.

Damn it, did those mutants go to Antarctica?

Why hasn't there been a shadow for a long time.

It's already 8 o'clock in the evening in this game, and it's time to get up and have breakfast in reality.

Another player squatting next to him made a helpless expression.

Ghost knows, it's not sure if it's a mutant or not, maybe a few crabs will come up.

Hearing that there were crabs to eat, the man who was still yawning suddenly recovered, swallowed and said.

That's not very good, just an extra meal.

puff--

The player next to him who had been silent all this time almost couldn't hold back his laughter, his shoulders kept shaking.

Seeing that the discipline of this group of newcomers became more and more lax, the team leader who had been staring at the beach finally couldn't stand it any longer, and stretched out his hand to pat the back of the head of Hanhan who was holding back his smile.

Keep your voice down! Laugh like a fool, afraid that people won't know there are people here?

What if those guys hear someone here, why don't they come from this beach?

Then how can he get the head!

The player who got hit on the helmet gave an embarrassing smile, and everyone felt embarrassed, and restrained themselves a little, and returned their attention to their respective stalking positions.

At this time, a head with a haystack protruded from the foxhole on the side.

He vaguely heard someone calling his name, and the player glanced at him in a daze.

Captain, are you calling me?

Captain: ...

This time, it wasn't just the guy with a low smile, all the newcomers buried their heads and shook their shoulders.

And the guy with a low laugh was even more straightforward, knocking his head on the sandbag, and went offline to laugh.

Looking at the idiot who was poking his head, the team leader was about to reprimand him, when a serious voice came from the communication channel.

Position No. 4, what's the situation on your side?

Hearing the superior's inquiry, the team leader looked serious, glared at the retreating haystack, and hurriedly lowered his voice to report.

Report, there is no situation at the moment!

Killing Dagger: ...Got it, continue to be vigilant, we will change shifts in a few minutes, brothers hold on.

The captain replied in embarrassment.

yes.

There are not many old players in Potato Chips, most of them are players between level 10 and 20, and there are some quasi-newcomers who have just passed level 10 and come here to try their luck, occasionally acting a bit dazed Also normal.

The game atmosphere of Wasteland OL has always been good. Most old players have a more tolerant attitude towards Mengxin, after all, everyone came here like this.

Quietness was restored on the battlefield, in stark contrast to the ebb and flow that was close at hand.

However, looking at the peaceful and peaceful waves, Fang Chang, who was holding the telescope, couldn't help frowning, with a worried expression on his face.

It has been two hours into the night.

Do you really have to wait until noon?

Or was the so-called attack just his overthinking?

...Could it be that he won't come?

Just when Fang Chang was muttering in his heart, there was a sudden sesame sound from the communication channel.

...This is the investigation team. We heard gunshots here, which came from the sea to our southwest.

Gunshots?

Hearing the report, Fang Chang felt excited, and immediately opened the VM map without saying a word.

But when he saw the green dot flickering on the west side of the camp, he was slightly taken aback.

Still west?

Where did this go?

In just a short second of his dazed attention, another communication request popped up on the VM screen, this time it was from Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin.

After ordering Sesame Paste to stand by nearby, Captain Fang immediately pressed the answer button, and Captain Chen's voice came quickly.

...Our sensors have detected two consecutive explosions in the sea near you. I'm not sure if you have noticed. Are you in any trouble?

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

Explosion? We didn't see anything here, but someone heard the gunshots. Can you judge the approximate location of the explosion?

Chen Jianhong: It's to the east of us, and to your...uh, it should be about five kilometers to the west. I'll send you the coordinates.

Fang Chang: Got it, keep silent and don't contact us unless necessary.

Chen Jianhong: Understood.

After hanging up the communication, Fang Chang switched to the VM map again, and soon saw the coordinates synchronized from the Dolphin.

It even comes with an estimated explosive yield.

Those two flashing question marks were about five kilometers west of Chips Port, and they were almost stuck to the shore of the northern shore of the strait, so that Fang Chang was stunned for a while.

Good guy.

Are these mutants planning to play tactics with him?

But it's useless to go around to the west...

The bases of the Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps are located on the high ground to the northwest of the camp, with a wide view of the surrounding area. With the help of agility and perception players to track down enemies and report points, a few machine guns and mortars can kill those beasts. Die on the beach, but there is still some hope if you just come up from the pier just south.

Although only a little.

It so happened that at this time, the murderous dagger who had just handed over the defense zone with the friendly army on shift was walking towards this side.

Before the guy could speak, Fang Chang immediately looked at him and said.

Shadagger, take someone to the west to have a look.

The murderer's dagger was stunned for a moment, and he suppressed the doubts in his stomach about whether those mutants would come or not, looked at him in a daze and asked.

West side? Where?

There was an explosion in the waters about five kilometers to the west. I have updated the approximate coordinates on your map. Just go west along the coastline.

While speaking, Fang Chang pointed his index finger at the screen and finished editing the mission path.

Seeing Elder Brother Fang's serious expression, Killer Dagger suddenly regained his spirits, and the boredom on his face was swept away.

receive!

In response, without saying a word, he hurriedly ran to the team members who had just been disbanded, and reorganized the team in their early thirties.

Brothers are here to live! Follow your father to the west and show you the world!

As soon as they heard that they were coming to work, the people who were listless a second ago suddenly became excited, picked up the guy and followed behind the 30-odd boss, walking towards the outside of the position, while chirping and asking up.

Boss! Who is the enemy?

Is it a mutant?

I heard it's blue-skinned!

Are the dropped materials worth money?

Seeing how this group of newcomers have never seen the world, the murderous dagger chuckled.

Coincidentally, he hadn't seen either.

But it doesn't matter, we will see you soon.

Don't talk so much nonsense, two explosions occurred five kilometers west of our position, no matter what came, we will make those idiots regret coming to us to find fault!

After running all the way along the edge of the rainforest, the group finally arrived near the coordinates, and saw the group of guys on the beach who climbed ashore in embarrassment at a glance.

Seeing the group of drenched guys in the distance, there was no need to ask the murderer's dagger, he had already guessed what happened in his heart.

These guys probably passed through the strait, and they just happened to bump into the mutants who came to trouble them.

This luck is really against the sky!

In the end, conscience still prevailed, and Killing Dagger held back his laughter, and yelled towards the beach not far away.

Fellow folks in front! Get away from the shore, we are here to rescue you!

Climbing to the shore with a face full of embarrassment, Di Rang was instantly alert when he heard the shouts from the woods. He shot his eyes at the nearby jungle and raised the rifle in his hand.

who!

Killing Dagger shouted again: We belong to the alliance!

alliance! ?

Hearing this word, Commander Dirang's face changed suddenly, and he opened the safety of the rifle while roaring.

It's the alliance!

Ready to fight!

The guard standing next to him reacted faster than him, raised the rifle in his hand and fired at the dark woods, and then covered the officer beside him and went to the side bunker.

Startled by the pop gunshot, the murderer's dagger saw the bullet flying towards him, thought it was those guys who had gone off fire, and hurriedly yelled.

Fuck, we are human beings, you are mutants, not me, please see clearly and turn off the insurance—

But the group didn't listen to him at all.

Before he finished speaking, there was another gunshot, and this time the bullet followed his voice and hit the tree trunk next to him directly.

As if they had received an order, gunshots rang out on the beach.

The forty or fifty people who rushed to the shore quickly spread out to both sides while firing.

They either lay down on the spot and dug out foxholes, or rolled behind the rocks to find shelter, regardless of their own distress, they put on an offensive posture and fired at the players in the forest to suppress them.

There were all kinds of gunshots from the Ripper rifle, as well as the Legion-style Blade assault rifle and the PU-9 assault rifle.

This time, Killing Dagger understood that these guys didn't go off the rails at all, but they deliberately came to find fault with them.

More and more soldiers who fell into the water swam to the shore, or landed on the escaping boats. One or two was like landing on the beach, and no matter who was chasing and biting their ass, they didn't even pat the mud on their pants. Facing the shore, there was a bang and a bang.

The killing dagger who was going to pull them a hand suddenly became angry, and he didn't bother to care about any misunderstandings.

One or two of these guys were carrying guns, ammunition bags rolled up on their backs, and engineering shovels all on their waists. It would be too far-fetched to say that they were the passing masses.

At first glance, he is not a good person!

Seeing that more and more people came ashore, there must be one or two hundred people, the murderous dagger immediately yelled at the thirty or so brothers behind him.

Oh shit!

These 2Bs are not only ungrateful, they dare to open fire on us!

Hit him hard for me!!