This Game is Too Real Chapter 461

  The fire rushed to the position in a hurry.

  The battlefield guy took out his binoculars and glanced at the opposite side. He vaguely caught a glimpse of the person who came, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

fine.

   is my darkest.

  Looks like the Stormtroopers came this time.

  Compared to the reckless men of the Death Corps, this wave should be able to play it.

   I saw a hundred people lying 500 meters away, using the bunkers of the high and low slopes to dig a foxhole with a shovel, planning to dig forward while digging.

   Seeing that the brothers were acting so hard, the battlefield guy also decided to show some real skills, and looked at Beaufort who was on the side and gave a serious order.

   "Don't rush to fire, wait until they get closer!"

   "Yes! Grow taller!"

   took his life and nodded, but Beaufort couldn't help complaining about who started to chug from a long distance yesterday.

   However, just when he was relieved, he saw the boss kick the machine gunner's ass.

   "You get out of the way, I'll come."

  The machine gunner was stunned for two seconds, then stood up quickly, letting go of the only heavy machine gun in the entire centurion.

  Seeing that the boss was about to cross the machine gun position again, Beaufort wanted to persuade him, but before his hand touched his shoulder, he heard two sudden gunshots.

   Two strokes of dust rose up in the distance.

   Beaufort stared blankly at his boss.

   "...Sir?"

   Looking at the smoking barrel, the battlefield guy coughed and said embarrassedly.

   "Cough...I just tried the feel, and I accidentally lost fire."

   After saying that, he glared at the machine gunner beside him.

   "Why isn't this insurance closed?"

   The machine gunner who was reprimanded in the head had an aggrieved expression on his face, and he held back the grievance in his stomach for a while.

   "Sir, you told me yesterday to open the insurance if I saw someone."

  The battlefield guy was stunned.

   "Did I say that?"

   Machine Gunner: "…"

   Beaufort: "…"

   Although only two shots were fired, the clone troopers in the trenches followed as if they had heard a signal, and followed them out of the trenches and pulled the trigger on the opposite side, no matter how far away they were.

   I could only hear the sound of slaps and slaps on the ground. The gunshots sounded like Chinese New Year, but it was loud thunder and little rain.

   These clone troopers are inherently not very smart, and their long-range hit rates are not ordinary.

   It is for this reason that almost no officer will issue automatic weapons to clone infantry, which is purely logistical torture.

   But even so, hundreds of people fired in one direction at the same time, and the formed firepower network still had a certain deterrent effect.

  The bullet suddenly flew to my side, startling the darkest I, who was digging a foxhole, and hurriedly lowered my head, for fear of being sent away by the stray bullet.

The newcomers next to    are completely different.

  Although I was also startled, it was a completely different painting style.

The    bullet landed less than half a meter next to his head.

   Blinded by the splashing sand, he subconsciously shrank his head for An, but an excited expression soon appeared on his face.

   "Mom, this is so exciting!"

   Instead of being afraid, he even stretched out his hand to look for where the bullets landed, and actually found a warhead with a distorted shape embedded in the soil.

   The expression of discovering the New World suddenly appeared on his face that was buried in the ground, and his eyes were wide-eyed.

   "Fuck! This FPS game can even find bullets!"

   And it's still hot!

   Just focus on this detail, can he blow it up!

Next to   , A Nie glanced at him and quickly realized that something was wrong.

   "Brother, where's your gun?"

   An embarrassed smile when buried in the ground.

   "I didn't get it!"

  A Nie was shocked.

   "Fuck! What are you doing here?"

   "Isn't this still a shovel?" Shudi Wei'an winked and smiled, then glanced at the one on his back, "It's okay, I'll use it when you die."

  A pinch: "???"

   At this moment, his left ear suddenly heard a swooshing sound, and the hot touch almost rubbed his earlobe and flew past.

   The bullet didn't hit him.

   instead hit another player twenty meters behind him.

   "Woog!"

The exaggerated screams echoed in the open space. I saw a blood hole imprinted on the shoulder of the player. The tiger body shook violently, and then it was like a mask of pain, twisting on the ground like an earthworm. a group.

   After twisting for a long time, he suddenly saw that everyone around him was looking at him, that guy couldn't play anymore, and then he stopped with a shy smile.

   "Hey, I forgot, I don't seem to feel any pain... Who of you has a bandage? The blood is oozing out."

   I rolled my eyes the darkest and took my eyes off this guy.

  It's okay to have a bandage.

   is about to die, need a hammer bandage.

   Watching the crackling sound of gunfire ahead, I pulled out my pistol the darkest, fired a shot at the front, and shouted loudly.

   "Brothers! Move the shovel, plan hard! Don't stop—!"

  NeiNai!

   This dog in the field is not a human being!

   Just giving him the head, it always feels cheap to this guy.

   Must give him some color and see!

   My darkest eyeballs rolled in circles, I suddenly had an idea in my heart and shouted.

   "The boss of section G53-7 is right in front! Catch that guy named pangolin, kill him, and reward him with 1,000 silver coins!"

   As soon as they heard the reward of 1000 silver coins, the newcomers who were lying down were instantly excited!

   Several people almost didn't stand up, their shoulders just lifted half an inch, and they were suppressed by the firepower of the front position.

   But aside from the reckless man, there are also more rational players among these newcomers, who shouted at me the darkest and asked.

   "Big guy, how do you turn on the ID mode?"

   This sentence stunned me the most.

   "What, display ID mode?"

   That Mengxin said of course.

   "That's right! It's just showing the character's name. How else would I know which one is called a pangolin?"

   As soon as I heard this, I immediately reacted to the darkest.

   Yes.

  The newbies haven't seen that guy.

   "Don't worry about that much, you'll just catch the ugliest hammer with a flat nose and a long length—"

As soon as the    voice fell, my darkest forehead burst into a cloud of blood, and I dropped the line before I could make a groan.

   Seeing the death of the commander, all the newcomers were dumbfounded.

   "Fuck..."

   "Big Brother?"

  's head shattered into a watermelon, and the person was obviously cold.

  A Nie looked at Shi Tu Wei An who was lying beside him with a bewildered expression.

   "Let's... what do we do now?"

   buried himself in the ground and swallowed his saliva.

   "Don't ask me...I want to be quiet."

   The truck that brought them here has left.

   There was only a small motorcycle left behind, which seemed to be the commander's own, probably riding it when he was going to charge.

   A power player gritted his teeth, unable to bear the grievance of being suppressed by the enemy's firepower, let alone endlessly digging holes and digging soil, and let out a roar.

   "Brothers! Go!"

   "Avenge my darkest brother!"

   This voice immediately received a response from countless robes, and the players got up from the ground one by one.

  The one with the gun inserted the bayonet, the one without the gun held the shovel, and with the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, launched a fearless charge.

   "Go!"

   "Ouch!"

   "Break up the gold coins, shit!"

   It turns out.

   A hundred people spread out and rushed forward, which was somewhat more useful than running forward in a group.

   And these young people are not completely without their own thinking.

   Seeing that someone was sent away by a machine gun, the others quickly changed their minds and began to walk in snakeskin.

   However, it turns out that this kind of operation common in FPS games is not very useful in almost completely real virtual reality games.

   That's a six-hundred-per-minute machine gun!

   Not to mention that the person holding the machine gun is a big guy with a second awakening and a three-stage agility sequence.

   In just one minute, until the last person fell 50 meters away from the position, the entire centenarian team was killed in action.

   As these newcomers went offline collectively, posts of death summaries also appeared one after another on the forums of another world.

   "Hey, as expected, we should dig trenches honestly..."

   "Yes... It's so stupid to leave the bunker."

   "Even if you want to rush, the timing is right... I found that the rifle on the opposite side is not very accurate, that is, the machine gun is too bad!"

   "Next time, we have to figure out how to do the whole earth cannon, at least get rid of that machine gun!"

   "Who said that?"

   "I remember being a powerhouse idiot."

   "Grass! Who are you calling stupid?!"

   "It's you who said it! XX! Silly!"

  Different from the newbies who cry and howl, this time the Battlefield guy is pretty cool.

   The courier that Debt Big Eyes sent before has no sincerity at all. This time Mengxin will not only dig holes, but also perform shows for him, which is really quite distracting.

   In order to express his gratitude, he deliberately found a place where he would not get in the way and went offline. He went to the forum to compliment a few words, but when he opened the forum, he almost spit out a cola.

   Good guy.

   This is how you treat yourself as a boss!

   I don't know who started it. The whole forum is full of newbies. Killing pangolins can explode a thousand silver coins.

   Watching those players chatting more and more hotly, the content getting more and more punishing, and even some people suggested to get a big sugar Ivan, his palms unconsciously seeped sweat.

   hurriedly cut to the group he had built before, and Aite hired a few alliance commanders.

   "What's the matter with you? Didn't you agree to give me a head? Why did you explode my gold coins?!"

  I'm the darkest: "Damn it! You **** finally came out, and it was too ruthless to start just now? Grandpa didn't finish his words!"

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Cough cough... I saw you fired a shot, and thought you urged me to send you away quickly."

   Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Hahahaha!"

  I am the blackest: "@#%#!"

  Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Put your things aside in advance, whoever will take care of the group of cute newcomers, they will be honest and honest when they send them, but don't ruin the good deeds of my brother."

  Quan Shui Commander: "Why do you care, I think it's good, don't you think yesterday's wave was too deliberate? You can do anything, so it's real! (smiling

  Debt and big eyes: "That's right! I just thought about it, and it's so stupid to give it away directly."

  I'm the darkest: "+1, not to mention that you are a powerhouse of more than 20 levels, and you are worried that you will be overturned by a few cute new ones?"

   Seeing that these dogs were still booing, the battlefield guy almost stopped spraying, typing at the speed of light.

   "Fuck! Don't you look at what they're talking about!"

Commander    Spring Water: "Don't worry, I won't send them powerful weapons, just a few rifles that press the bottom of the box... It's a big deal, you hide in the anti-gun hole and let those clones come on."

   Battlefield Atmosphere: "…"

  The edge of the water: "Suddenly interested, it's our turn tomorrow. (Smile

  Juvenile Construction Site and Brick: "I'll lead the team! (Smile

   Looking at the smirk on his face, the warlord only felt that the chrysanthemum was tight.

   Seeing that he had been offline for more than ten minutes, he turned off the computer cursingly and quickly put on his helmet and went back online.

   That night.

   Command of Area 53, Colway finally received a report from the front.

   And when he saw the report sent by Section 7, he was stunned.

   "…The 7th sector has run out of ammo?! What's going on?"

   He only went there yesterday during the day, and he also checked the supply situation on the front line. It is reasonable to say that the amount of ammunition for a standard unit is still adequate.

  How come you haven't even passed 48 hours, this ammo is not enough? !

  Is this drinking bullets like peanuts?

   The officer who reported the situation continued with a serious expression.

   "In the past two days, the Alliance has sent a small unit to raid the No. 7 section of our defense zone twice in a row."

  Colway didn't doubt that his pangolin would cheat on this sort of thing, but he couldn't help but ask.

"The matter is true?"

   The officer nodded.

"I specially sent people to the front line to see... The untreated corpses outside the trenches will never be fake. According to the battle report they provided, they killed more than 250 enemies and seized more than 240 rifles in the past two days. , a pistol with nearly 6,000 rounds of ammunition."

   After a pause, he continued.

   "The captured weapons have already been sent to the logistics department... Some weapons need to be repaired, but they should be usable after repairing."

   did not listen to the latter words at all.

   When he heard that more than 250 enemies had been annihilated, Colway's eyes instantly widened, and he stood up from his chair with a bang.

   Good guy!

  More than 250 people!

  Two 10,000-strong teams are on the front line and shoot each other, and they may not be able to achieve this record in one day.

   His first reaction was not that pangolins used their soldiers like gods, but that the commander of the alliance was crazy?

After    calmed down, he turned his attention to the strategic map, pondered for a long time, and suddenly there was a hint of enlightenment in his eyes.

   "…Are they excluding dissidents in this way?"

   The officer standing next to him looked slightly hesitant, but nodded quickly.

   "This possibility is not ruled out."

The    Alliance is not alone, after all, General Griffin sent them an ultimatum, and they will definitely split the voices of the main war and the main and the two factions on whether to conduct ceasefire negotiations.

   Colway could even guess.

  The reason for the harmony is nothing more than that the alliance is weak and its size is too small compared to the legion. If it evolves into a full-scale war, I am afraid that it will not last for three days.

   This is indeed true.

   Whether it is the expedition to the Great Rift Valley, or the seizure of the Pioneer, and the subsequent invasion of Luoxia Province, it is not the overall will of the Legion.

   Including corporate aid to alliances, is only a trivial matter among many things for corporations.

   If a full-scale war really breaks out, it is hard to say who has the advantage between the Legion and the Enterprise, but he has no doubt that the alliance in the small place will definitely not be able to last a round.

   But even so, there must be the voice of the main battle faction within the alliance.

   After all, although it is difficult to speculate on the specific supply situation of the legion, it is not difficult to guess that there are problems in general.

   Based on this speculation, if he is the main peace faction within the alliance, he will definitely make such a statement to the main war faction—

  'Since you are so confident in winning the second half, then you should bring your own people. Or at least come up with evidence to prove that the Legion is indeed unable to fight. '

   As such, it is not difficult to explain why the Alliance would resort to such a stupid trick as fueling tactics.

   Staring at the strategic map on the table, Colway squinted his eyes and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

   "Unfortunately, they picked the wrong opponent and ran into one of my men."

   Having said that, he saw the officer.

   "Allocate half of the ammunition in Section 6 and Section 5 to Section 7! Be sure not to let them see that we are real!"

  The officer hesitated.

   "But... what if they adjust their tactics next time and attack other lines of defense?"

  Colway laughed, with a confident expression.

   "Since it's a test of reality, it's impossible to hit a hammer in the east and a stick in the west. It must be attacking one point to break the face. I dare to say that they will come in two days!"

   Anyway.

   Dead people don't have fakes.

   Can use a little ammunition to consume the most resolute living strength of the opponent, no matter how you think about it, you can earn it!

   Not only that, but this method can also support war with war.

   The enemy can never come empty-handed, and the weapons and ammunition they bring can also be recycled!

   "Don't rush to send the seized equipment and ammunition to the maintenance team. When I draw up the battle report, I will send it to the higher command! Let them find a way to get us some ammunition!"

   The officer's eyes lit up.

   This idea is second!

  Hundreds of thousands of troops are lined up on the front line, and there are always a few teams defending areas that are not very critical, or are located relatively back, and are not so easy to be attacked.

   As long as the headquarters is aware of the situation here, they will definitely give them some ammunition!

  Thinking of this, the officer immediately stood up straight, gave a military salute, and gave orders excitedly.

"Yes!"

   Messages are reported layer by layer.

   did reach Griffin within two days.

He was not surprised that the    Alliance sent a small force to raid the Legion's defenses.

   Strategic prudence does not conflict with tactical boldness.

   And that ultimatum was only a unilateral notification from his side, not a serious ceasefire agreement, and he didn't expect the alliance to be scared by a piece of paper to the point of not even shooting.

   If you are the commander of the opposite side, you will also send a small force to test to see how much the other side has, and dare to clamor for yourself to pay the price.

   But the centurion named pangolin is a bit interesting.

   Griffin has seen his resume.

  Although he was promoted by that idiot McClen, and he was born in the army, his ability and loyalty are really unremarkable.

   hunted and killed the two-story-high Mother of Death Claw by himself. When he was defeated, he took his officers across the desert and broke through the enemy's encirclement and returned to the rear.

   Whether it is loyalty or bravery, it is perfect and impeccable, even to the point where even he can't help admiring it.

   It would be a waste to decentralize this kind of talent to the front line.

   Whenever he was a Willant, or half of the Willant blood, he had been transferred to the Guards as captain.

The   Willant's distrust of foreigners is innate, and the cause goes back to the early days of the Wasteland Age.

   "Is there any problem with this person?" The adjutant standing next to Griffin hesitated, "I always feel...he played a little too smoothly."

  Griffin tapped his index finger on the table.

"I can't rule out this possibility. Even the Willantes may betray us, let alone an alien? But so far, apart from his big appetite, I haven't seen any other problems, and I won't be arbitrary. Use intuition to punish someone who has merit."

Since the pangolin brought Colway back, his subordinates have been monitoring the man, and found that he has nothing abnormal except that he can eat and go to the toilet for a longer time, and he has not even gone out of the camp door once. .

If people like    have problems, it is doubtful that they can't count on both hands.

   Griffin pondered for a while, and had an idea in his heart, looked at the officer standing at the camp gate and ordered.

   "Send a telegram to the front line, and be sure to give priority to the ammunition of the G53 defense area! The alliance is very likely to launch a retaliatory counterattack against the G53-7 defense area, and we must not let them see that there is a problem with our ammunition supply!"

   "Also, send field reporters to G53-7."

   paused, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

   "Such a heroic record should not be left at the headquarters, the whole army should be electrified!"

   "Everyone must know!"

   The heroic deeds of the G53-7 defense area and the pangolins are undoubtedly the rain after a long drought for the Falcon and Legion coalition forces who narrowly defeated the alliance and lost the No. 9 oasis.

  Although a large number of low-level officers expressed doubts about this achievement, after seeing the photos taken by reporters, they could not find anything wrong.

   The appearance and physique are obviously not residents of Luoxia Province. After all, this credit is not made up by ordinary people...

  In a certain defense area, in the barracks, several soldiers gathered together and chatted about the broadcast they heard while eating and the newspaper recently delivered to the barracks.

   "Have you heard? G53 zone annihilated another centurion yesterday!"

   "That pangolin, right? I know him! I heard that he killed a five-story death claw with his bare hands when he followed McClen in the southern river valley province!"

   "Unarmed?! I heard that he didn't take a weapon?" A soldier with muscles and knots widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

   He is also a well-known ruthless man in the team, but the highest record is just killing a two-person high death claw.

   And still use guns and traps.

   The soldier with the cowhide pouted.

   "It doesn't matter! Isn't any weapon like a toothpick in front of monsters of that level? He killed the monster that the Heart of Steel couldn't kill. Alliance?

   A soldier who didn't speak from the beginning to the end couldn't help but let out a sincere sigh.

   "It's so scary..."

   At the same time, Comrade Pangolin, who was staying in the G53-7 defense zone, was not as happy as at the beginning, and he couldn't even smile at all.

   It wasn't because he killed his own people.

  Although there is still a moment of silence for him, but it is really comfortable to hold a machine gun and collect people's heads. And because he is performing an undercover mission, he will not be punished by the manager no matter what he does, and he does not have to deliberately release water to those newbies.

   When others are undercover, their guns are raised one inch. If they can't kill, they won't kill. When he is undercover, he not only kills, but he also shoots the body twice more for fear of not being killed.

   However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the Alliance's offensive was getting more and more fierce.

   Or to be more precise.

   Those new people have grown up.

  Especially for those Mengxin who have died once, after experiencing the painful "three-day withdrawal", they deeply realized the hard-won life.

  So, who didn't want to die at the speed of light, they finally took a serious attitude. Under the training of the old players, they quickly mastered the skills of surviving on the battlefield.

  Although these newcomers are not very skilled, when a group of people are serious, it still brings a lot of trouble to the work of the pangolin comrades.

   Originally, it only took one shuttle to send a person away, but now it takes at least two shuttles.

   And you have to always be on the lookout for the underhand tricks of those cute newbies.

   For example, in the most recent offensive, the newcomers even used gas canisters, and a local cannon almost raised his machine gun position.

  Fortunately, that thing has no other advantages except for being a little louder. It only killed a few clone troopers and a ten commander.

   And Quan Shui's explanation for this is - "This is what Mengxin made by himself with the ammunition in the warehouse, the sugar and gas cans in the kitchen, and the fertilizers bought from fellow villagers."

   He almost believed it!

   If there is no expert guidance behind this, he will eat a lump of Shet on the spot!

  The newcomers are getting stronger and stronger, and the battlefield gradually feels a little difficult.

  Especially when he suddenly found out that he couldn't help laughing and laughing, not only was he treated as a dungeon BOSS by these newcomers, but the commanders even regarded him as a military training instructor, throwing all the newcomers to him for training.

   Good guy.

   He can't wait to do three jobs by himself!

   It's a big loss to only give one salary!

   in the anti-gun hole.

   Looking at the depressed captain, Beaufort swallowed and asked nervously.

   "Captain, how many people have we killed these days?"

  The upset warrior replied casually.

   "More than a thousand, what's wrong?"

   Beaufort said with a bitter face.

   "Captain, our brethren's ammunition has bottomed out, and the thousand-man squad is going to run out of ammunition! If there are no supplies to send... I'm afraid we can only go up and fight them with bayonets."

  The battlefield guy was about to answer impatiently and then fight the bayonet.

   But at this moment, a sentry rushed in in a hurry and said with joy.

   "Report sir! The supply truck is here!"

  The Battlefield guy was stunned for a moment, then the dark clouds on his face were swept away, and he stood up from the chair overjoyed.

   "No, the ammunition is here."

   Beaufort was also stunned, looking at the captain in disbelief, his eyes changed from before.

  The whole army is short of ammunition, and they can still use ammunition to send it here.

   Could this guy be the illegitimate child of some big boss...

  The battlefield guy smiled, picked up the officer's cap and put it on.

   "Let's go, look at our loot—ahem, supplies!"

   The group came to the outside of the barracks. A total of more than a dozen trucks were parked by the roadside, and boxes of ammunition were full.

   Watching the ten captains happily unload boxes of ammunition from the car, the sad look on Beaufort's face was also swept away, and his eyes were filled with excitement and excitement.

   "...This must be ammunition for a thousand troops!"

   The corners of the battlefield guy's mouth also turned upwards, he coughed lightly, and said in a pretentious manner.

   "It seems that the superiors take us very seriously."

   Beaufort hurriedly gave a flattering smile.

   "Of course...you are a war hero now. Yesterday's broadcast was still commending your heroic deeds! I heard that the news had already spread throughout the army, and the battle report might have been sent to Triumph City."

   didn't take this compliment seriously, the battlefield guy just laughed.

   "Hahaha, you all have credit!"

   patted the adjutant on the shoulder, and the warlord stepped forward, picked two boxes and glanced at them, and suddenly noticed the number on the box.

  G40-1, G40-2…

This is…

   The number of the zone?

   suddenly realized something, and a look of interest appeared in the eyes of the battlefield guy.

   calmly let go of the truck in front of him, he turned to the one at the end of the team, and picked two boxes at random to open the blind box for inspection.

   is very clever.

The    tail numbers are also 1 and 2.

   However, the previous number has become G41.

   Seeing this, the battlefield guy was shocked.

   Good guy.

   is still a dash? !

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