This Game is Too Real Chapter 268

   Chapter 268 The 65th Street Blockade!

   "Awei, have you brought everything? You're about to leave the city, think about it carefully, is there anything left?"

  The gate of the boulder city.

  Before queuing out of the city, Sis was checking the tail VM and backpack, repeatedly confirming whether there was anything left.

   His movements and demeanor were very similar to that of an old father.

   "Oh! It's all on--wait, where's Flesh?" Tail suddenly looked around alertly, keenly aware of what was missing in the team.

   Fujito, who was lining up in front, looked back at Sis and Tails in surprise.

   "Huh? Didn't you bring any meat?"

  Siss subtly looked away and muttered softly.

   "...It's really weird, why is there such a low sense of existence for a bear so big."

   must be because he is too cowardly.

   The sesame paste, who also forgot the meat, blushed, and the cat ears on the top of his head shook embarrassingly.

   "I, I'll go and bring it here."

   "The tail goes too!"

   Sess, who predicted the movement of his tail, skillfully caught her.

   "The reservoir area is not far from here, you can go alone, Awei honestly queues up, and we will be here soon."

   "giao!"

   Rourou has been staying with the two-headed cow for the past few days, and I heard that the other animals in the reservoir area shivered with fear.

   Obviously arrived at the new map, but couldn't explore anywhere, and was almost forgotten when he left because his presence was too low.

   is so pathetic.

  Siss couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

   After returning to the outpost, treat her to a few fish.

   The queue didn't take long.

  The guard at the city gate just glanced at the wanted notice on the wall, made sure that no one who had committed the crime left here, and released the group.

   Originally, Seo Soon set out with them, but due to a temporary assignment, he acted separately.

   The group agreed to reunite at the city gate.

   walked out from under the city gate.

  Yaya stretched out comfortably, looked at the sunset hanging in the sky, and cocked the corners of her mouth contentedly.

   "I'm finally going home!"

   The KV-1 exoskeleton with welded steel plates has been sold by her for 200 chips.

  Although it is a small loss, it is not a big problem.

   Thinking of a mosquito that caused him to be stuck on the wall, there was a charming danger in his smiling eyes.

   She swears.

   If you go back and don't give that profiteer a fist the size of a mushroom, her name will be written upside down!

  The gate of the city is very lively.

   There is an endless stream of traders, mercenaries looking for jobs wandering around in the square at the gate of the city, and some hawkers selling strange goods.

The    militia regiment set up a conscription office at the city gate, and the recruited team was lined up from the city gate all the way into the slums.

   The radio at the gate of the slum repeatedly broadcasts the treatment of conscripts—two chips a day, two meals of nutritional cream.

   As long as you enlist in the army, you will be given a gun, and you will be given ammunition when you arrive at the front line.

   Ya Ya looked around curiously, just at this moment, a whistle came from the side.

   Aware of the sight that fell on him, Ya Ya subconsciously turned her face.

   I saw three men who looked like mercenaries, looking towards him with a smile on their faces.

   Seeing Yaya looking this way, the mercenary chief walking in the middle whistled softly.

   "Hey, beauty."

   The two next to him also spoke.

"one person?"

   "The tide's work is not easy to do, it is better to follow us to the south to make a fortune."

   The sight of that red fruit made Yaya very unhappy.

  Although I didn't fully understand what this guy was saying, but just by looking at him, I knew he was approaching him, and 90% of the time he wasn't a good person.

   Yaoya made a driving gesture and said impatiently.

   "If you don't make an appointment, you can stay where it's cool."

   In the past two days, she has encountered a lot of conversations, most of them are mercenaries, and occasionally there are businessmen, but none of them like her.

   Not to mention the sloppy appearance, the malicious eyes made her physically uncomfortable, and she almost didn't write the words "very bad, bad person" on her face.

   What she is really interested in is the type of big brother who is mature and stable, sunny, handsome, polite, intelligent and reliable, and full of justice, and not to be too sarcastic, after all, she is sometimes a little bit herself.

Huh?

   Thinking about it this way, a manager is her ideal type.

  I have to say that the production company of this "Wasteland OL" is simply too good.

  It's a pity, it's a paper man.

   Looking at the big-breasted beauty who completely ignored him, obvious annoyance flashed across the faces of the three mercenaries.

  Although he couldn't understand the local dialect she was speaking, the meaning of rejection was as obvious as the attitude of not taking them seriously.

   His eyes narrowed into slits, and the bearded man stepped forward with a hint of threat in his tone.

   "I advise you to think about it before you speak. This is not a boulder city. If you go out of that gate, it is a wasteland."

   "Anything can happen in the wasteland, what do you think?"

   What the **** are these guys talking about.

   Ya Ya rolled his eyes, and was about to say a word out in a couple of words, just at this moment, the voices of his teammates came from the direction of the city gate.

  Tengteng: "Huh? Ya Ya was approached again? Why do I have to say it again..."

  Tail said sullenly.

   "Damn, why didn't anyone approach Tails!"

  Tujiteng comforted her and said.

   "Alright, I didn't either..."

  Siss's eyes fell on the two ponytails, and his expression was a little subtle.

   "If you approach Fujito, you will probably be caught as a criminal."

  Teng Teng looked back at her, showing his teeth angrily.

   "What the hell! Are you looking down on me?"

  Siss coughed dryly.

   "Don't dare, it's an inappropriate expression."

  The three mercenaries exchanged glances, looking at the people walking from the door, with a hint of alertness in their eyes.

   Especially the bearded mercenary chief standing in the middle, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

   From these people, he felt a "similar" aura, but it was difficult to determine how strong it was. After all, there were also strong and weak points between the awakened and the awakened!

   walked to the head of the mercenary, folded his tail in front of his chest, and looked him up and down.

   "Yo, young man, you are very brave, dare to chat up our crow boss."

   Looking at the arms she held on her chest, the mercenary chief's face was expressionless, and he sneered in his heart.

   There are flaws all over the body!

   He stretched his hand to the revolver around his waist like lightning, but his hand had just been stretched halfway, and there was a flower in front of him, and a gun was already on his head.

  The wind blew past his ears, and a drop of cold sweat fell on the forehead of the mercenary chief.

So fast!

   "I advise you to not move around. It's been less than half a year since A'ao learned to use a gun, so he can only say sorry in case of mishaps."

   I didn't know when to go around to Sisi next to them, the pu-9 in his hand touched the back of a mercenary, and said calmly in a non-standard human language.

   "By the way, me too."

  Although it is a cross-server communication, there is no obstacle unexpectedly. Sometimes simple body language is more convenient to communicate.

  The mercenary chief coughed dryly, raised his hands in embarrassment, and slowly stepped back.

   "Don't be nervous, I'll wear a belt..."

  Siss looked at him coldly.

   "Go away."

   The three mercenaries immediately rolled away, not daring to stay here for a second.

  Siss put away the submachine gun and hid it under his coat.

  The people around were whispering, looking at the group with obvious fear in their eyes.

  The people who were just about to move did not dare to come up again, and only dared to quietly watch from a distance.

   Feeling the sight around him, Ya Ya was a little nervous.

   "Let's go quickly, I feel like a lot of people are watching us."

  Siss nodded and looked around.

   "Withdraw."

   "I feel like something big is going to happen here."

  Liszt's caravan has left the city, and the giant panda and cat are also in the team.

   Seo Soon, who went to work before, should be back too.

While    was talking, the VMs on everyone's arms at the door suddenly shook.

   Everyone quickly raised their arms and glanced at them, only to see a line of pop-up windows appearing on the screen.

  【Full server announcement: The wave is coming! 】

   Seeing this line of pop-ups, Si Si was stunned for a moment, and whispered something.

   "My crow's mouth..."

   It's only been a few seconds, something really happened...

   Garden Street subway station exit.

  The players with weapons and ammunition on their backs are walking along the suspended escalator to the surface, passing through the broken streets, and marching towards the south.

   The horizon is already dim, and it will be dark in an hour at most.

   However, even so, the sky not far away can still be seen, that gray-green cloud.

   "Didn't we say two weeks? It's only been a week."

   "The tide actually advanced."

   "It's really exciting, we're going to play in a group again!"

  The players whispered and communicated, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.

   This time the opponent is a different species!

   is the monster siege!

   The highlight of MMORPG!

   It would be a big loss to miss such an exciting event. The players who participated in the action simply took a full day off in reality.

   Walking in the line, I, who was carrying a rifle, suddenly opened my mouth and said.

   "I have a bad feeling."

   The Battlefield Atmosphere Team looked at him.

   "Did you find anything?"

   I took a darkest glance at the spring that led the team.

   "That LYB didn't wear an exoskeleton!"

   "Hey, you little clever ghost." The Battlefield Atmosphere Team laughed and put their arms on his shoulders, "Don't worry, if you're afraid, you'll follow brother later, brother will cover you!"

  I rolled my eyes unappreciatively and clapped his hands away.

   "Fuck you, you are the fastest rusher every time!"

  The Battlefield Atmosphere Team said indifferently, "The most dangerous place is the safest place! Although my lord rushed fast, when did I die?"

   Walking in the middle of the team, Commander Quan Shui looked at the map with a Sima face.

   "Stop talking nonsense, you will follow my instructions in a while, and I will try to bring you back."

   He originally didn't want to take this task, but others signed up voluntarily, and he was ordered in danger.

  Although it's not impossible to refuse, but normal people wouldn't refuse an exclusive mission issued by an NPC at the camp leader level, right?

   With the level of AI simulacrum of this game, refusing to perform the task might lose favorability.

   That is really a big loss!

   didn't understand the apprehension in Brother Quan Shui's heart, and the Battlefield Atmosphere Team gave him a thumbs up with a smile.

   "Steady!"

  spring water: "..."

  To be honest, he is not at all stable at the moment, instead he is panicking.

   A company of 120 players is a death squad if it sounds good, and cannon fodder if it sounds bad.

   They have only one task, and that is to go to the intersection of 65th Street and Changling Viaduct, block the wave advancing northward along the viaduct pier, and delay the wave until dawn at all costs, so as to buy time for the rear troops to set up a defense line.

  Spring has studied the map. Street 65 is located north of the Fifth Ring Road. The street runs from east to west. There are many tall buildings on both sides. The iconic building is a clock tower.

  Due to the disrepair of the surrounding buildings, the fallen concrete blocks filled the gaps in the buildings and were not suitable to pass through, just like a natural barrier.

  The 12-lane Changling Elevated is perpendicular to 65th Street. The intersection is a relatively open area and the only passage that allows a large number of people to pass through.

   As long as you deploy firepower points on the tall buildings on both sides of the viaduct, and shoot at the gnaws behind the rugged obstacles, you can reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield.

   However this is only theoretical.

   Spring has never commanded so many people, especially half of the 120 players are newcomers.

   Fortunately, the other half of the players are veterans who have participated in more than two battles, and most of them are awakened.

   On the way to the battlefield, Quan Shui temporarily divided the players into three infantry platoons, each with four ten-man teams, and distributed communication equipment to the platoon-level combat units.

   In addition to the 120 people who went to the front line, there was a 20-person artillery team behind them. They were carrying 6 88mm mortars and 12 boxes of 144 shells to establish artillery positions in the open field 1.2 kilometers away from them.

  Because there are high-rise buildings everywhere, and the height is often hundreds of kilometers, the artillery positions can only be built on the roof.

   Considering that artillery is a technical job, Quan Shui felt that he should not expect the support efficiency of mortars to be better.

   It is possible to use a dozen shells to correct the trajectory, and any situation on the battlefield may occur.

At the same time, when the company led by Quan Shui rushed to 65th Street to block Pang Chao, a logistics force consisting of 200 power players, 20 two-headed cows and 300 NPCs was going back and forth on Beit Street. Between 68th Street and 68th Street, seize the moment to build the first line of defense against the tide.

   This logistical force is led by the chief architect of Vault 404, "Leaving People Under the Sword".

  The road conditions in the urban area are complicated. From the northern suburbs to the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, you can barely use two-wheeled motorcycles. If you go deep into the Fifth Ring Road to No. 68 Street, you can only use two-headed cows and bicycles.

  Fortunately, since Chu Guang had foresighted to transport the building materials to Bette Street and store them in the warehouse of the castle, the supply line for this battle would not be too long.

   A reserve of millions of rounds of ammunition is sufficient for a regiment-scale battle.

  The production capacity of the new industrial zone has reached its limit, and the average production capacity of 30,000 rounds of ammunition per day can theoretically be further squeezed to 50,000 rounds.

  The old players located in Yuanxi Town are on their way back, and Boulder City is also involved in the wave, and is sending troops deep into the Third Ring Road to suppress the wave.

   The longer this war drags on, the better for Vault 404!

   Whether the tide can be contained on 65th Street will be the key to winning this battle!

   It was getting late.

   Darkness enveloped the streets.

  As the sun went away, gnaws continued to emerge from the stores and alleys along the street, crawling across the street full of concrete blocks with hands and feet, rushing towards the players heading towards 65th Street.

   However, beasts are beasts. They obviously overestimated their strength. They were quickly beaten into sieves by the bullets that were shot and rolled down the roadside sewers and mud pits.

   And those who are lucky enough to rush in front of them will not get any benefit when facing players who are holding weapons and waiting for them.

   A power player of LV5 or above can easily use 10 points of strength to split the head of the gnawing man with an axe.

   Not to mention the awakened ones!

   The predators who rush into the crowd are like sheep rushing into the wolves, and they are quickly chopped to pieces by shovels and hatchets, or their heads are smashed by a gun butt.

   In the shadows, a two-meter-long, sturdy crawler crawled out of the window of a tall building on the side with all fours and attached to the wall like an ape.

  The red eyes stared at the street, it bared its teeth and let out a dangerous low growl.

   seems to have found an opportunity. Its feet violently exerted force, and its huge body was like a swooping eagle, smashing into the players' team.

   That long stretched arm was about to tear the people in front of him to pieces.

   However, at this moment, a roaring sound of breaking through the air was blowing towards its front door impartially.

   The javelin thrown was like a cannonball, directly blasting its head.

The   crawler who lost his head was like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound, splashing billowing cement debris and dust.

   "Fuck, awesome!"

   "Why is there still someone with a javelin?!"

   Seeing the surprised eyes from everyone, Kakarot smiled and weighed the javelin in his hand.

   "Everyone, save some ammunition. Now the number of gnaws is small. If you can solve it with your fists, don't use guns."

   Commander Quan Shui also nodded.

   "That's right, everyone try not to waste bullets, there is still a tough battle to fight!"

   goes through three blocks in a row.

   There were countless battles, big and small, and although some ammunition was wasted, fortunately there were no casualties.

  The iconic clock tower comes into view, with 65th Street in front!

   Looking at the quiet street ahead, Commander Quan Shui breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a little.

The    wave hasn't arrived yet!

   They came just in time!

   Without any delay, Commander Spring Water immediately walked to the front of the team and shouted to all the players.

"Class A goes to lay barbed wire, and use a shovel to clear the bunkers on the road as much as possible! Try to remove all the concrete blocks that fall into the pit, try to dig as deep as possible where you can dig, and don't waste time where you can't obviously dig. !"

   "Class B is responsible for the room on the left, and Class C is responsible for the right side. I need you to deploy firepower along the street to cover every inch of the battlefield!"

   "There are only three hours left for us... If we hurry, we will meet the first wave of gnaws before 10 o'clock!"

   "Everyone, act!"

   responded to him with a roar of high morale, although it attracted a lot of eaters, but this is not a bad thing.

   It's better to solve the trouble before the battle, rather than waiting for the battle to start, and then devote your energy to dealing with these “skirmishers” on the battlefield.

   led the players of Class B to the left side of the battlefield. Kakarot assigned tasks for each team to clear out the gnaws in several key buildings, and personally brought a few machine gunners upstairs.

The support weapons assigned to Class B are two water-cooled Maxim heavy machine guns, imitated by No. 81 Steel Factory, with a total weight of 25 kg and firing 7 mm full-power rifle bullets. Each machine gun is equipped with 6 ammunition boxes, a total of 1500 rounds ammunition.

   In addition, there are 12 20mm "cavalry" anti-tank rifles, and 2 37mm "heavy cavalry" newly developed and put into production by No. 81 Steel Plant.

   If the former can barely be regarded as a gun, the latter has obviously reached the category of guns.

  If you don't install the fixed bracket, I am afraid that only the awakened person of the power system can control it.

   Deployed two water-cooled Maxims on the third floor with the best view. Kakarot, carrying a 37mm heavy lance, took out his binoculars and glanced south.

  The fragmented Changling viaduct collapsed into several sections. The section of the highway was hundreds of meters long, and the short one was only a bridge pier. It looked like an island standing in the city.

  The farther place was completely blocked by the thick fog, Kakarot put away the telescope and signaled the team members to put on the gas masks.

   Not far away, the brothers in Class A had already pulled up a circle of barbed wire, blocking the bypass roads on both sides of the viaduct.

  Although those few wires might not be able to help the gnawers move forward, it should be reluctant to limit their movement direction.

   The physique player whose ID is [Broken Leg Kevin] couldn't help but ask a question, holding the machine gun with both hands.

   "How many monsters are there in front..."

  Ten Punch Superman: "I don't know... The information is 100,000, maybe more, or less than this, so the big fog can only be estimated, how many ghosts know exactly."

   Catch the Ghost at the Grave: "Do we have 100,000 bullets?"

  Kakarot was silent for a while and replied in an uncertain tone.

   "Maybe... the logistics side promises that they will do their best to deliver the ammunition to us, but if not..."

   As he said that, he patted the hatchet that was slung on his waist.

   "Just use this."

  According to a pre-made plan.

   If Class A swoops, Class B will fill in from the left flank of the position to the front of the battlefield.

  If class B is also lying down, then class C will be on top.

   The number of incoming gnaws cannot be calculated at all.

   When a large group of fruiting bodies are gathered together, the gray-green spore cloud is like a cloud of physical existence, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

   Simple fortifications deployed.

   Class A retreated to the position.

   The thick gray-green fog was approaching, and it was obvious that the humans who were blocking the front had been found. The pace of those who gnawed was obviously accelerated, so the ones in front had even started to run.

   The roar of decay, and the crunch of the soles of the feet on the gravel, are coming from the thick fog!

   Rarely stood on the front line of the battlefield, the spring commander wearing only cheap equipment, holding a sickle assault rifle in his hand, shouted loudly at the players on the position.

"Bros!"

   "The wave is approaching!"

   "We need to hold on for at least twelve hours and do everything we can to stop the tide from continuing north! Buy time for the brothers who are building positions in the rear!"

   "We may not be able to bring the experience back, but the glory will be with me!"

   "Fire—!"

   chu chu ---!

   The black barrel of the gun spewed flames.

   The first to fire was the water-cooled Mark Qin who was scattered on the left, center, and right positions.

  The projectile bullets were like raindrops, over the obstacles under the overpass and bridge, and weaved a net on the fragmented position, tearing the night completely apart!

   In the face of the sudden burst of steel fire rain, the gnawing in front of him instantly fell like a piece of wheat.

   Flesh and gunpowder collide!

   The gnawing man moved forward without fear of death, the alien species in front fell, and the alien species in the back stepped on the corpse in front and continued to move forward.

   In just a few minutes, the ground was full of twigs and broken arms, and there was no complete corpse to be found, just like the meat puree rolled out of a meat grinder.

The    intensive charge was quickly disintegrated.

   A few fish that slipped through the net were shot and killed by the players of Class A, and there was no need to waste ammunition with machine guns.

The barrel of the    machine gun was smoking blue smoke, and Kevin, who was lying on the side of the window on the third floor, let go of his index finger and let out a sigh of relief.

   "Easier than expected!"

   The predator knows how to hide, or crawling forward on the ground, throwing smoke bombs for cover.

   However, these gnaws, as if there is no concept of death at all, are braver than clones.

   However, in the face of the firepower of the heavy machine gun, this kind of bravery is no different from suicide!

  In the position of Class A.

  The battlefield atmosphere team that shot the last gnawing down pressed the raised muzzle down.

   "The tide seems to have stopped."

  The gunfire stopped, and the whole street was eerily silent.

   Looking forward with a solemn expression, Commander Quan Shui nodded slowly.

   "The bad news is that the fortifications we spent two hours preparing have basically gone to waste."

   I swallowed the darkest: "That's your illusion... They are still moving forward, I can perceive their existence, and there is something terrible."

  The Battlefield Atmosphere Team patted him on the shoulder and smiled without the slightest fear.

   "Don't scare yourself, just do it!"

   At this moment, a newcomer next to him suddenly asked.

   "Speaking of which, why didn't those gnaws come together? Instead, they came in waves?"

   Another player frowned.

   "That's right... It stopped after 10 minutes of rushing."

   might not last as long as he did.

   Commander Izumi, who was standing in the position, said calmly.

"Thousands of units are crowded together, and the speed of advance will be slower. Stepping on the front foot and the back foot is especially a taboo. If one person falls down, the back will immediately become a mess. When the width of the battlefield is limited, advancing in steps is the best option. Efficient choice."

   "Though these gnaws are a bit stunned, they are not stupid... There should be something directing them!"

   Looking at the barbed wire covered with flesh and blood and the thickening fog ahead, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel a vague unease in his heart.

   In the previous wave of aliens, not only did they not see tyrants, but they didn't even see creepers.

  Use cannon fodder to explore the way, and the large troops follow up...

   Are these xenogenes really just the fruiting bodies of slime molds?

   Silence lasted for ten minutes.

   At this moment, in the thick gray-green fog, a piercing scream suddenly came.

   Everyone's heart tensed, and their index fingers were on the trigger.

  My darkest heart came into my throat, and a strong sense of crisis came to my heart.

coming!

   (Finally feeling better today...a bowl of beef noodles that made me drink porridge for two days. T.T)

   (end of this chapter)

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