This Game is Too Real Chapter 325

   Chapter 325 Never retreat!

   "Team A follows me! B and C flank! Keep an eye on their respective targets. Even if there is only one dive, I will throw the bomb down and die!"

   "For the Alliance!"

   "Rush!"

   shouted and issued the final order, Mosquito unlocked the permission of the team's entire team, and the communication channel was instantly filled with excited shouts from players.

   "Ouch!"

   Fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft tilted the fuselage, and the three teams divided into three directions and began to dive towards the ground.

The   10mm cannon ejected flames.

   The propeller planes that flickered with spear flames were like lancers falling from the sky, raining death rain from the sky.

   was caught off guard by the rain-like bullets, and the predators who followed the tank charge evaded, and fled to the woods in front of them.

   At the same time, the tank commander who led the fourth and fifth echelon forward, roared with a voice that was almost crazy.

   "Go forward! Full speed ahead!"

   "Who dares to retreat for Lao Tzu—"

   "I killed him with my own hands!"

   This is the most correct choice.

   In the face of a dive-bombing plane, stopping or retreating is the stupidest choice.

   Only by rushing into the pine forest at the speed of the downhill, can you get a chance of survival.

  The ten tanks that rushed to the front had their horsepower increased to the maximum. The predator who rushed into the woods first threw smoke bombs to cover the tanks behind.

   The battlefield was filled with smoke.

   At the same time, the fifty quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft vehicles that followed the tank troops to the front also shot out flames towards the sky.

   The machine guns of these anti-aircraft vehicles vary in caliber. Although Dillon's original plan was to use 12mm heavy machine guns in series for all fifty trucks, due to the airborne operations of the Burning Corps destroying many modification production lines, a large part of the quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns used 7mm small water pipes.

   But even so, the 50X4 machine guns fired at the same time, and the firepower was quite fierce.

  The bullets that flew from the ground to the sky were like retrograde snowflakes. In an instant, two gliders caught fire, hurriedly dropped the bombs and crashed into the woods.

   "Fuck... These Dogecoins actually made tracer bullets!"

  The cockpit had two gun holes, almost rubbing his thighs, and the mosquitoes flipped the fuselage cursingly, looking for opportunities to dive while avoiding biting his anti-aircraft machine gun.

  These predators probably learned the lesson of the last time, this time they actually mixed copper salt into a few warheads! After a while, a tragic green tracer bounced from the ground to the sky.

  Although limited by the production process and output, the tracer is weak and small, but it is enough to help those machine gunners correct the ballistics of their shots.

   "Master fought with you!"

  Luo Yu, whose engine room was overturned by a shuttle of bullets, cried out, no longer dodging, but stepped on the switch to the maximum, and rushed directly to the nearest tank.

   Watching the plane rushing straight towards him, the tank commander was frightened on the spot, and immediately got back into the turret, yelling and urging the driver to dodge.

   But it was too late.

   The plane that was beaten into a sieve burst into flames, but just one second before the battery exploded, a bomb was separated from the fuselage.

The huge bomb almost hit the turret of the Conqueror 10 together with the wreckage of the plane. With a deafening explosion, the dust and splashed soil were thrown towards the ten-meter-high turret. air.

   A quadruple anti-aircraft truck was too close, the engine was paralyzed on the spot, the driver and co-pilot were shattered by the shock wave, and they died of blood from the nose and mouth.

   As for that tank?

The part where the    turret is connected to the car body has been obviously sunken. Although it has not been blown out or caught on fire, the occupants inside are obviously dead and can no longer die.

  【Congratulations to player "Luo Yu" for winning the first tank kill in this battle. 】

  [Because the player chooses to publish the achievement, the achievement will be included in the related entry of "Battle of Songlinyu"…]

   "Good bro! See you in three days!"

   Looking at the line of words floating on the VM, Mosquito mourned for his little apprentice for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, turned on the buzzer, and pressed the joystick.

   "I did it too!"

  The planes turned their course and fell straight down.

   was not shot down.

   instead dive.

  The piercing scream was like a sounding horn, and both tanks and infantrymen, dodged and fled as if they were dying. In the eyes of those plunderers, the planes spitting flames seemed to be no longer planes, but the scythes of the **** of death.

The    anti-aircraft gun's fire net couldn't stop them at all.

   Often one plane was blown up, and soon the second plane rushed out of the gap in the firepower net, and then rammed them desperately...

   "Are they crazy?" Looking at the fighters who were advancing one after another, Xiong Fang, who was standing on the high ground on the north side, was full of fear.

   In just a few minutes, five tanks were scrapped, and the remaining five tanks rushed into the pine forest in a panic.

  Although he temporarily avoided the crisis, he was caught in the embarrassing situation of a dilemma.

   It wasn't just the Conquistador X tanks that sustained casualties, but also their quadruple anti-aircraft trucks. Those red-eye-killing planes were no longer limited to tanks, but instead launched dives on all they could reach.

   And a near-suicidal dive!

   Dillon frowned.

   Compared to the opponent's desperate attacking style, he was more concerned about the opponent's almost unreasonable tactical choices.

  To be honest, when the rain just stopped, his heart almost stopped for two seconds. Because it is expected that the pilots of the other side will not fight in the rainy weather, their air defense forces are almost all scattered and deployed on the north side high ground to wait for opportunities.

   Once those planes selected a total of 17 tanks in the first, second and third echelons as attack targets, it would be difficult to form an effective deterrent with anti-aircraft firepower separated by two kilometers, and there would be no doubt that they would suffer heavy losses.

   Dillon thought, if he was in command, he would order the Air Force to give priority to those tanks that were incapacitated because of their broken shoes, and to withdraw from the battlefield before the arrival of the air defense forces, waiting for the opportunity to conduct a second round of air strikes.

However…

  The planes of the new alliance, however, were uncharacteristically focused on the advancing fourth and fifth echelons.

   This is almost like rushing towards the face of the anti-aircraft truck.

   This kind of moth-to-fire attack can be said to be "effective", and many aircraft were beaten into sieves on the way to dive.

  Although they lost a lot of anti-aircraft trucks, compared to the precious tanks, that loss was negligible.

   As long as the new alliance's planes are exhausted, what if all their anti-aircraft trucks are wiped out? Those anti-aircraft weapons themselves are prepared for aircraft...

   Dillon frowned.

   "I'd rather know what they're thinking."

  Tumen probably guessed what his boss was thinking, and said after a moment of thought.

"Perhaps in their opinion, the incapacitated tanks are not a cause for concern? Since the other side has seen our deployment, they must have guessed our intentions. Once our fourth and fifth echelons converge with the first echelon, attack them. One point, it's bound to tear a hole in their defence."

"It makes sense to think so, but it doesn't make sense," Dillon said solemnly. "Compared to the fourth and fifth echelons, the second and third echelons on both sides are obviously more threatening. After all, they are in their position. On, Songlinyu is definitely untenable, and consuming our tanks as much as possible is the best solution."

unless…

  The new alliance thought they could hold themselves back with a few trenches.

   Dillon pouted.

   What a big appetite.

   is not afraid of dying!

  Xiong Tooth listened to the conversation between the two with a blank face, not understanding what they were talking about.

  What is the optimal solution?

   The planes on the opposite side have been completely lost, so many of them gnawed on the top of a mountain, and they drowned the opposite side with one mouthful of saliva!

   Dillon raised his binoculars and looked at the high ground on the south side.

  Although the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties under the machine gun fire, the opposite was obviously the same. People were constantly being beaten into sieves by machine guns, or bombarded into the sky by the tank's 100mm main gun.

  The soldiers of the new alliance took out the recoilless gun, but ordinary armor-piercing bullets could not break the armor of the Conqueror 10 at all, and could not even stop the speed of its advance for a second.

   Looking at the sparks shot from the tank armor and the distance of only twenty meters, Dillon's mouth curled into a sneer.

"ended."

   Wait until his infantry follows the tanks into the trenches, and there will be a slaughter for the defenders on the opposite side!

The voice of    fell, Dillon was about to put down the telescope, but at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

   is not exactly one piece, but one piece.

   A six-rotor drone took off vertically from the trench, and after a short hover, it jumped out like an arrow from the string.

The moment    saw the drone clearly, Dillon's pupils shrank suddenly, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

   seemed to confirm his guess, those drones seemed to have eyes, swarming towards the tanks downhill and uphill.

   The tank closest to the trench was the first to bear the brunt, and the coaxial machine gun's strafing could not catch up with the speed of the drone, especially in such a short time that it was too late to react.

   One of the drones easily got under the tank's crotch.

   The crew didn't realize what was going on.

   So did the looters who were advancing with the tanks.

   Just when they were about to squat down to see what was under the tank, a dazzling light appeared in front of them.

   Before they had time to think, the hot shock wave hit them like a heavy hammer, and the broken corpses and minced meat were like kites with broken strings, blowing out from the sky of fire and smoke.

  The hot blood smeared the face of the predator under the slope.

   The plunderers who were crawling down the **** were all frightened by the scene in front of them, and for a while they even forgot to move forward.

   "What is that?!"

   With his chin firmly on the ground, Wabu raised one eye to look at the slope, his eyes were filled with horror, and even though the gravel and **** hit his face and scalp, he did not respond.

   He only saw a dark shadow, almost touching the ground, and got into the chassis of the tank that was almost driving to the edge of the trench.

   The explosion that shattered the eardrums and the fire that shot up into the sky swallowed the tank and the ten-man team behind it...

  The scrapped turret and road wheels rolled down the slope.

  The soil **** under the tank was blasted out a deep pit, revealing the wooden piles that reinforce the earthwork.

   And those drones didn't stop, and soon the second, third... also aimed at the fragile chassis of the Conqueror 10, and in an instant, three tanks were gutted.

   Hundreds of rotor drones scurried in the air, and the humming of the rotors was like a whistling swarm of bees.

   "Straight with machine guns!"

   "Get rid of those drones!"

  "Or we all have to die!"

   Seeing that the armored formation on the right side was almost wiped out, Bagello, who was in command of the first echelon, was wide-eyed and his eyes were splitting.

   The coaxial machine guns of the seven tanks fired in unison, and the nearby predators holding submachine guns, automatic rifles, and light machine guns also fired together, and a dense firepower network was suddenly woven on the position.

   If it was a quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun, it might be able to stop these small planes.

   However, relying on a few rifles to intercept high-speed drones on a dusty and bullet-flashing battlefield is nothing short of a dream.

   Not to mention, in front of them, in addition to drones, there are friendly troops crawling on the half slope...

   The armored spearhead on the right side was completely smashed, followed by the left side. In just a few breaths, nearly ten tanks were blown to scrap metal, and the predators who charged with the tanks also suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

   In just the blink of an eye, the armored spearheads that attacked the new alliance defense line in three ways, leaving only the one in the middle.

   And this one also had a broken leg.

   Seeing the drone swarm rushing towards him, Baglo jumped out of the tank and fled to the woods behind him.

   At almost the same time, hot air waves and shrapnel hit his back, and he passed out before he could even let out a groan...

  The seven tanks of the first echelon were quickly scrapped, and there was no chance to escape.

   Seeing that the situation was not right, the tanks of the fourth and fifth echelons quickly retreated, but where could the crawlers run the drones, not to mention they got stuck in the pine forest.

   The retreating tank was quickly caught up by the drone, and the pine forest exploded in flames, and the looters who followed the tank charge were blasted and fled.

   In the chaos, in addition to the people who were killed, many people were hit by stray bullets fired in a panic…

  In the distance, on the high ground on the north side.

The    telescope fell from Dillon's hand.

   Looking at the smoky battlefield ahead, and the iron coffins that were turned into scrap iron, a trace of despair was gradually written on that expressionless face.

   Twenty-seven tanks were wiped out…

   More than half of the fifty anti-aircraft vehicles were destroyed, and the infantry who cooperated with the advance of the armored troops were killed and wounded countless times.

   The losses in this battle far exceeded his expectations!

   The only thing that is fortunate is that the 50 gliders on the opposite side were all destroyed, and the drone swarm was also exhausted... If those were all the assets of the new alliance just now.

   "...What should we do now." Looking at the commander, Tumen asked nervously.

   Adam's apple moved up and down, and Dillon quickly calmed down.

   "Prepare the artillery and the 3000th... The resistance of the new alliance is at the end of the line, and the sacrifice of the vanguard cannot be wasted."

   Looking at it from another angle, the opponent has already played all the cards that can be used.

  Although the casualties on your side are heavy, the other side must not feel bad either!

   With a trembling voice, Dillon ordered.

   "At least, we have to gnaw down this plateau!"

"Yes…"

  Tumen swallowed, moved his stiff neck, and nodded quickly.

   Even when he was fighting the Great Rift Valley in the north, he had never seen such a terrifying expression on the face of this man.

  Even then, the situation they faced was far more severe than now...

   on the new alliance position.

   Looking at the messy battlefield at the foot of the mountain, the construction site boy and the bricks with blood on their foreheads smashed their fists into the trenches with excitement.

   "Hahaha! Nice job!"

   That nearly twenty-point strength almost smashed the stake out of a hole.

Pity.

   In this kind of positional battle where bullets are raining, the use of strength is not very obvious. If it is replaced by hand-to-hand combat with bare hands, he can overwhelm a ten-man team by himself.

  The drum shampoo lying on the side couldn't help but sigh.

   "This time it's cool."

When they fought against the Bone-biting tribe half a year ago, the only equipment they could use was the mosquito's unscrupulous rocket and the 20mm "cavalry" of Factory No. 81. The firepower was completely overwhelmed by these indigenous people who inherited the Legion's legacy. .

  The only tank that was destroyed was by the cover of heavy snow and the power of the metal hydrogen battery, which was a surprise victory.

  Like now, machine gun bullets are swept away, ground drones are swarming, propeller planes are diving and dropping bombs in the sky, and 100mm artillery is bombarding continuously...

   They have never fought so richly!

   "Damn, you guys are so cool, I almost fainted..." The big debtor wearing headphones came out of the anti-gun hole, shaking his drowsy head and muttering.

  Operating five drones at the same time put a lot of load on his brain.

   He felt like he had five eyes, thirty hands, and most importantly, these parts were still growing in different places.

   Controlling a rotary-wing drone that maneuvers in all directions is much more difficult than operating a four-legged "crawler". Even if the operating system developed by Xiaoqi simplifies the operation process, it is difficult to take care of it without a certain "brain capacity".

   However, at this moment, no one noticed the small whining of the big-eyed man.

   On the one hand, everyone's ears were almost deafened by the shells, and on the other hand, the whole position was full of joy.

   Don't shout, no one can hear what you're saying.

"Twenty-seven tanks were all destroyed, and the predators at the bottom of the **** were almost dead and wounded..." Holding the edge of the telescope, his face was full of excitement, "Good guy, we killed at least a thousand troops just now! "

   Plus half an armored battalion!

   So far, it doesn't matter whether the position can be defended or not.

  Even if the high ground on the south side of Songlinyu is taken, the Ya clan, which has lost its armored strength, will completely lose its ability to attack Qingshi County.

   Unless they are willing to invest nearly 10,000 troops and suffer several times or even ten times the casualties.

However…

   Even if their leader has this courage, do those plunderers who bully the soft and fear the hard have the courage to follow?

The result of    high casualties must be high war weariness.

   In the end, they are neither three-year batches of clones, nor have they been transformed by black technology such as "mental castration" surgery, and even the most basic reason for war is just looting.

   The only thing holding together a group of disorganized and undisciplined villains is continuous victories and loot. And once the footsteps of victory stop, this seemingly solid fortress will turn into a pile of loose sand in a short time...

   On the VM screen worn on the arm, a line of pop-up windows flashed.

  【Task: Defend the position on the south side of Songlinyu (completed)】

  [Briefing: Soldiers, you blocked the Tooth Clan's tanks with your flesh and blood, thwarting their arrogant plans! Now that our enemies have lost all their tanks, without armor protection, they are like jackals whose fangs have been pulled out, and can no longer invade our territory.

  You have completed the mission gloriously, the new alliance's counteroffensive will start in two hours, now please return to the rear to rest...

  【Side line 1 (optional): Blow up the supplies and go to the evacuation point to rest. 】

  【Reward: "Silver Shield" medal, the war score is determined by the number of survivors. 】

  【Side line 2 (optional): Fight until the last moment. 】

  【Reward: "Golden Shield" medal, the war score is determined by the number of kills. 】

   Looking at the flickering text on the VM screen, the edge of the water rubbed the corner of the cracked mouth.

  Speaking of which, he seems to have already picked up one of the silver shields.

The achievement   Gold Shield has not been unlocked yet.

   The fighting spirit gradually ignited in his eyes, and the edge of the water cut the voice to the command channel and shouted loudly.

   "All squads report casualties!"

   A uniform sound came from the earphones.

   "The A1 team has 3 people left! 7 people died!"

   "There are 4 people left in Team A2, and 6 are lying down!"

   Three groups of thirty squads were beaten, and ten of them were beaten, and most of the rest were not fully assembled.

When we exchanged fire with the looters before, the entire position was like a meat grinder. The people in front fell down, and the people squatting in the anti-artillery hole immediately rose to the top. The mortar position alone changed three groups of people, many machine guns. Beside him lay a corpse crookedly.

   There are enemies, and there are people of their own.

   "There are 102 people left..."

   After counting the number of people, the edge of the water can not help but stunned.

   The entire Corps has a total of 300 people, 198 people were beaten, and two-thirds of the number was reduced. Although many people are still alive, they can still make a sound.

  Like a physique-type player, even if the intestines fall out, they won't die immediately, and they can even get up and continue to shoot after stuffing them back.

   "This is really a black car of death..."

   silently summed up the remaining supplies.

   paddled on the edge of the water and pondered for a moment, cut to the whole voice, stood on the top of the dirt pit of the anti-gun hole, and shouted loudly to the brothers facing the regiment.

   "Brothers! Our mission has been completed!"

   "Now, the command has given us two options, one is to give up the position, blow up the supplies, and go to the evacuation point to repair."

"or-"

   After a pause, he glanced around at his teammates.

   "Fight to the last minute!"

   This question seems redundant...

   The rear is a full ten kilometers away from here, so how can you go back to death if you run back on two legs.

   Death penalty?

   Only three days.

   Sequence progress?

   The experience of a battle cannot be upgraded.

   "Wasteland OL" is fundamentally different from traditional MMORGs. The sequence level is not the whole of the game, and even only accounts for a small part of the entire game content. Including contribution points, silver coins, regional prestige, occupation level, skill proficiency...even invisible favorability, can all become factors that widen the gap in combat power.

   In addition to the character level, there are more things worth pursuing in this nearly 100% realistic virtual world.

   Players who pursue survival rate will not stand here in the first place.

   And since you choose to stand on the same front, it is all because of like-mindedness.

   They have nearly the same understanding of the game—

die!

   is the norm in this game!

   "Remove the chicken! Whoever likes to do so will do so!"

   I don't know who shouted first, and soon there were shouts one after another. Pairs of pupils were filled with burning fighting intent, no one was afraid, and no one was timid.

   "Fighting with those dogs!"

   "Never retreat!"

   "Decisive Battle!!"

   "Loyalty to managers!"

   "Wait, you just said loyalty!"

   "Ouch!"

  The players put on gas masks one after another, inserted bayonets into their rifles, and those who didn't have rifles took out their shovels and put them in a handy place.

The deafening roar of    resounded on the ground, making the hearts of the more than 2,000 predators in the pine forest tremble.

   Xiongya, who personally stepped forward to command the battle, looked up at the unrecognizable high ground that was bombarded by artillery fire, and for some reason he felt a little timid in his heart.

   It is clear that the opponent is already at the end of the force, and it is clear that the two thousand people behind him can drown them even with a single spit...

   glanced at the wing fragments stuck in the mud, the wreckage of the tank not far away, and the broken corpses, the burly man couldn't help but muttered.

   "What are these gophers shouting..."

   The confidant next to him said nervously.

   "No, I don't know..."

   He couldn't understand what those people were shouting, and he had no doubt that they could take down the position in front of him, which had been plowed over and over again by artillery fire.

   But his instinct told him that those people would never let them rush up easily...

   One hundred people?

   Two hundred people?

   Or leave more corpses...

   Anyway, it will be a tough fight! -

   (The fever has subsided, and I feel better mentally. I find it very strange. My eyesight was originally good, but when I catch a cold, the astigmatism will increase... Confused.)

   (end of this chapter)

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