This Game is Too Real Chapter 503

   Not far behind the Heart of Steel, a smaller airship followed closely.

   Inside the bridge.

   Staring at the unrecognizable Heart of Steel not far away, General McClen's face was filled with haze.

   He still remembers the congratulations the guy in the tin can teased him when he got off the airship.

   He swears.

   The humiliation I have suffered here will be repaid tenfold! Standing not far from him, Captain Adria of the Adjudicator frowned and pondered for a long time, and suddenly said coldly.

"I still can't figure out how to grab that thing." Compared with his Arbiter, that guy was simply armed with artillery and turned into a hedgehog. Even if he faced an army of 100,000 people, the latter would probably Can only stare. Although this sentence was not meant to be sarcastic, it was particularly harsh in McLen's ears, so that the latter's brows couldn't help but twitch.

   "That was an accident..."

   Seeing that this colleague didn't want to talk more, Adria shrugged regretfully and did not continue to ask.

   Although he has one more star on his shoulders than McClen, he has to consider the background behind the guy.

   Unlike Griffin's civilian-born officers, McLen, like himself, was a noble officer with status. Although the officers who followed the Eastern Expansion faction suffered bad luck, he would not lose power because of this. The experience of fighting on the Eastern Front might become his qualifications. Political stance is on the one hand, and in places like Triumph City, the stance of identity is equally impossible to ignore. Everyone is from the Air Force system, so there is no need to offend people with a few words.

   The silence in the bridge lasted briefly for a while:

   At this moment, McLen suddenly took the initiative and said:

   "By the way, how did Griffin die."

   "Stroke." Adria replied conditionedly, but McLen glanced at his mouth dismissively.

   "Don't talk nonsense, I've never seen that idiot's body go wrong."

   Adria was silent for a moment and sighed. "Don't embarrass me, he belongs to the army system. If you are curious, you should ask Joseph. He may know something." McClane did not speak, nodded, and stared at the mantle of steel outside the bridge. heart number.

   On the deck in the distance, planes were pushed onto the deck, and surprisingly, those planes had neither propellers nor engine nozzles.

"Very bold idea," said Adria approvingly, "I heard from the commander of the Falcon Kingdom's Guards that they put this wooden plane on the airship and threw it down, using the height of the airship to provide gliding power... This aircraft can be produced by two carpenters without the propeller and the engine.”

   "Although the inability to take off from the ground seems to be a problem, it's interesting as a one-time use item."

   After he went back, he planned to talk to an acquaintance in the Air Force Equipment Manufacturing Bureau to see if he could get something similar.

   But just a glider is useless.

   This also involves the modification of strategic equipment such as airships. Not only do we need to convince the Air Force headquarters, but we also have to find a captain who is willing to cooperate.

  This may be a bit difficult.

   In the end, Triumph City doesn't think that the indigenous equipment has any value for reference, and it doesn't feel that this is a war with the alliance, but a contest between Triumph City and the ideal city. …

   "Can you raise the height a little bit?" McLen, who was staring at the deck, suddenly said: Adria nodded and waved her hand casually.

   "Up three hundred meters."

   The adjutant standing by the side took the right path.

"Yes!"

   The Adjudicator climbed high and reached the most occupied viewing seat. Not far from the rolling sand and dust, the long shuttle-shaped aircraft also accelerated to fly over the battlefield and levitate. Including Wu Changnian standing on the Heart of Steel: representatives of all forces are watching the alliance's next move. The performance of the alliance did not disappoint the onlookers: Thirty gliders lifted off from the airship's deck one after another, and along with the roaring air current, they all hit the battle coordinates 20 kilometers away. Meanwhile, under the billowing dust, the 26th Commando of the Enterprise has engaged in a fierce firefight with the Blackrock mutant tribe.

  Ten power armor stations are scattered in the front row to act as forwards, followed by android soldiers, followed by soldiers wearing exoskeletons.

   A trail of orange-yellow tracers shuttled between the ruins, like the shards flying from the forge:

  The battle situation is extremely anxious!

  Although the enterprise has power armor and powerful Gaussian weapons, the mutants have an absolute advantage in numbers and physical strength.

  Unless the skull was opened by a hot metal projectile, even if it was blasted with half a mouth, they could still continue to charge forward with a chainsaw and a dangling jaw. "Beat them up!" "Chop them up! Throw them in the frying pan!" "Don't pick them up!" After shooting more than a dozen mutants, one of the short mutants rushed close.

   Yunsong resolutely abandoned the broad Gaussian rifle in his hand, pulled out the machete tied to the armor of his right leg, and slashed the hatchet that was smashing at him.

   This is a gift from a general in the Lion Kingdom. It is said that it is made of the "Heavenly Alloy" bestowed by the spirit of the sand sea. In fact, it is the armor steel for starships.

  The armored steel removed from the starship is not comparable to the garbage picked up from the wasteland. The hatchet was directly cracked by the shock.

The    mutant staggered back, and a trace of surprise was written in his bloodthirsty pupils. Obviously, he didn't expect this iron lump bigger than the big one to be so sensitive.

   But the surprise was only for a moment, and it was quickly replaced by the desire for flesh and blood.

"Roar-!"

   let out a roar, and it continued to charge up with the cracked axe, but before taking two steps, it was cut off by a white blade from the flowing water.

   Looking at the flying head, Yunsong threw off the blood on the machete, picked up the Gauss rifle on the ground without hesitation, and calmly turned back while firing at the roaring mutants.

  More than 200 corpses were lying on the ground, and the gray-black mutants who were constantly being used from the ruins seemed to have no end.

   "Damn... Are there really only 2,000 of these guys?" Throwing away the overheated barrel, Su Ming roared cursingly while plugging in a new one.

   "Probably? Who can say this kind of thing well... I can only make an assessment based on their rations and the size of the building. Maybe they planted mushrooms in the burrow." The drone operator said with a tingling scalp.

  The mutants in the Great Desert are completely different from the ones on the east coast.

   Whether it is fighting style or living habits. …

  If it's on the east coast, they've called in tactical nuclear warheads or airdrop self-heavy fire robots for support.

   The first line of defense consisting of power armor has come into direct contact with the mutants:

   Three of the power armors have pulled out half-meter-long combat knives and fought with those mutants who are holding a hundred kilograms.

   At this moment, the drone operator suddenly shouted:

   "Most of the enemy units have gathered around the coordinates of the shelling! Now is the best time! Captain! How long is the alliance on the other side." A calm reply came from the news channel: "The request for support has been sent!"

   Almost at the same time as the voice fell, there was a burst of bang bang bang in the distance.

   The light that flickered in the sand was like a muffled thunder on a sunny day. With a few whizzes, white smoke fell from the top of the battlefield like raindrops.

  The flames of the explosion shot into the sky, and the scattered fragments and thick smoke exploded between the two crooked buildings, engulfing more than a hundred mutants in an instant.

   One of the buildings was concentrated by several shells, and the twisted steel bars could no longer support it, and the whole building began to collapse downward.

   Looking at the collapsed high-rise building above his head, his bloodthirsty pupils finally showed panic, but it was too late to escape.

   Countless mutants could only raise their arms subconsciously to block the falling gravel and dust, and they were smashed into flesh by the mountain-like building.

   The collapsed building had a chain reaction, and another building that was hit at the root also began to collapse.

   The two tall buildings that fell sideways formed a huge wall that intersected each other and broke into several pieces, directly dividing the battlefield from the middle.

The shock wave set off by    blew the stones and debris on the ground hundreds of meters away, and ripples rippled on the surface of the quicksand not far away.

   "Woohoo!"

   Su Ming, who was carrying a Gauss rifle, shook his fist excitedly and cheered happily.

   "Beautiful fight!" The sound of the cannons in the distance had stopped.

   But the alliance's offensive did not stop.

  The hum in the air was getting closer, and desert-colored crosses appeared above the heads of the 26th Commando. "What is that?" Gu Wei raised the muzzle to the sky, and then pressed it down again.

"The Glider of the Alliance, they have taken over the job of clearing the mutants' lair," Yunsong replied neatly in the communication channel, while the mutants fell to the ground. I won't be able to drink hot soup in a while." Su Ming said suddenly.

   "Hot soup? You mean the ones in the mutant lair?" The communication channel was quiet for a while.

   "...I'm just making an analogy, don't be so disgusting with me." The back road was cut off by the collapsed building, and the attacking mutants instantly became orphans blocked in the corner.

  The 26th Commando immediately switched from defense to offense, rushing towards the mutants who had been bombed. Before the wounds of those mutants had healed, they used short knives or secondary weapons to make up for them at close range.

   With aliens as opponents, there is no need to keep hands. The gunshots of the ruined Zhou Kingdom continued, and in just a few minutes, nearly two hundred mutants died under the guns of the 26th Commando led by Yun Song.

   "The strength of the company is not weak. Besides me, their marines are a group of soft-footed shrimp." Adria had a hint of admiration in her eyes.

  Although the equipment advantage accounts for more than half, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers themselves should not be underestimated. They chose a strengthening route similar to that of the academy, using a lot of intelligent weapons and bionic prosthetics, but their performance on the battlefield is completely different from the fancy equipment of the academy:…

   "After all, they are dealing with mutants, and they are also experts." The deputy standing next to Adria gave an ambiguous evaluation.

   "Hehe," McClen said with a sneer, with a hint of sarcasm, "After all, it was the mess they made. They are not good at who they are good at."

   compared to business.

   He is more concerned about the wastelanders who defeated him once... The last time he lost was too fast and too sudden, he didn't see how the airborne soldiers defeated his teeth-armed marines.

  Maclen stared at the bridge, staring at the gliders charging towards the ground. bring it on·…·

   Let Lao Tzu see what amazing abilities you have.

   In fact, the Burning Corps did not have any great skills during the landing phase, and the landing posture of the glider could even be described as quite unskilled. The planes plunged into the stockade of the mutant tribe like a goddess scattered flowers. The sturdy wings and the nose of the plane were like shovels, overturning the tops of countless shacks. A glider landed in the pasture, knocking over the hot oil pan with its belly upright. The mutant priest, who had just finished delivering the baby, was terrified and couldn't figure out where the two-legged beasts came from.

  It put the whimpering baby in the basket on the side, pulled out the slaughtering knife, and howled and rushed towards the nearest plane.

   But before it could get close to the plane within five steps, the sound of gunshots and three heavily armed soldiers killed it from the cabin and shot it in the head.

   "Hey! I almost fell into the oil pan!" With a mouthful of **** spit, Ye Shi stretched out his hand to pick up the air machine gun that fell on the ground, and threw it hard at the quit smoking guy next to him. Thank goodness this plane doesn't have a fuel tank!

   Don't worry if it catches fire.

   "Hahaha! I'll call Laona here." While loading the heavy machine gun in his hand, he quit smoking while laughing and teasing.

   "Fuck off!"

   Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

   As he was talking, a strong omen of crisis came to his mind. He moved the muzzle almost subconsciously, and pointed the LD-50 carbine in his hand at the golden partition not far away.

   "Thumbs up—!"

   The muzzle of the gun was sprayed, and a series of clanging explosions instantly made more than a dozen bullet holes printed on the metal partition.

   A **** mist exploded behind the pierced partition, and a mutant soldier holding a rifle was immediately beaten into a sieve and fell to the mud with a scream.

   Knocked the tripod on the crooked tin bucket, quit smoking with the machine gun up and pulled the trigger immediately.

  The muzzle of the gun spewed out hot flames, and instantly opened up a network of airtight firepower in this twisted and winding alley.

   In front of the 12mm heavy machine gun, whether it is the flesh and blood of the mutants, or the bunkers made of garbage in front of them, they are as fragile as paper.

  Although players don't have the advanced Gaussian weapons and cartridgeless rifles of the 26th Commando, the Alliance's weapons are not much less efficient in terms of killing efficiency against soft targets.

  The difference is only the shape of the wound on the corpse...

  The nearly 100 players who landed on the glider caused a **** storm in the stockade of the Blackrock mutant tribe.

   did not expect a surprise attack from the rear, and the mutants in the stockade were caught off guard on the spot. In particular, their large troops suffered heavy casualties in the shelling, and it was too late to return to support. As the ranch where the captives were being held was taken over by Alliance soldiers, the Iron Heart launched a second round of shelling at the coordinates provided by the player. …

   In the face of strangulation in all directions, and round after round of barrage baptism, the resistance of the mutants was quickly disintegrated.

   "What about Lao Bai? It's almost over, why haven't you seen anyone else?" Seeing that the mutants in the stockade were dying, Ye Shi turned back and shouted.

   "He's parachuting down, it's estimated to take a while, let's do our work first—" Before Gu Feng's voice could fall, there was a loud "dong" sound not far away.

I saw a black shadow slammed into a row of iron shacks. The burly size was enough to crush the entire shack that was more than ten meters wide: a few mutants who had just developed into adolescence, rolling and crawling from the shack. He escaped to look for a weapon, but before he took two steps, he was knocked to the ground by the sound of gunshots:

   Soon, the hearty voice came from the communication channel.

   "What a coincidence, it seems that I arrived just in time."

   Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and joked:

   "Almost, if you float in the sky for a while, this umbrella will jump in vain." Quit smoking: "Hahaha!"

  Although the mutants of the Blackrock tribe are far stronger than the guys that players encountered on 76th Street during the wasteland period, today's alliance is different from the past. The fierce battle lasted for less than twenty minutes, and only Ling Xing's gunshots and exhausted roars were left inside and outside the tribe. In the center of the stockade, in front of a strange altar.

   Looking at the crowd walking down the steps, a mutant priest with a wrinkled face stepped forward with rare fear and fear on his face.

  It was dressed in animal skins, with a roped skull hanging around its neck.

   "Wait a minute! Please let me meet your leader, there might be something wrong between us-" "Bang-!"

   A hot projectile penetrated its skull, interrupting the dying begging for mercy:

   Looking at the corpse lying on the steps, Ye Shi spit.

   "Missed a hammer."

   See the manager?

   You deserve it too? The gust of wind gave the young man a warning.

   "You killed this guy, let's find someone to find out about the crew members."

   Ye Shi was stunned, scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and said with a guilty conscience.

   "Isn't that the one that Lao Bai said not to stay..."

   He admitted that when he landed just now, when he saw those of the same kind who were caught by the mutants, he was indeed a little over the top.

   Lao Bai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

   "It's alright, there are a lot of guys who are not cold enough to go, just grab one and ask."

   said, he walked in front of the mutant priest and was about to examine the guy's body: but when his eyes fell on the mutant's clothes, his brows could not help but wrinkle.

The    pattern is woven into upside-down triangles, like an upright torch and a swaying flame on the torch.

   Lao Bai looked up at the altar in front of him, and saw the symbol carved on the stone wall, which was exactly the same as the symbol in his memory.

   Torch?

   But here is a large desert, thousands of kilometers across the coast of death.

How come the    Torch Church logo is here?

   Lao Bai's frowning furrowed even tighter. Is it a coincidence?

   But now is not the time to think about it.

   Using a combat knife to cut a piece of linen from the priest's clothes, Lao Bai looked up at the altar in front of him and waved his right fist.

"Keep going!"…

The mutants on the    periphery have been eliminated.

Not surprisingly.

   There should be a BOSS battle ahead!

   However, unfortunately for players, there is no legendary super mutant in the altar. □ Not even an elite monster.

   But think about it.

   If there is such a terrifying thing, General Klaas definitely used it in the previous expedition, and he would never leave this hole card for the end.

   solved several mutants who were holding rifles at the altar, and everyone successfully stepped into this hall made of concrete waste.

   This seems to have been a factory before, with a backup generator for nuclear-sowing batteries in the building, and it's still working.

  Exploring along the wires, everyone quickly found twelve upright cylindrical petri dishes in the side hall of the altar.

  The petri dish was filled with dark green solution, a body with white flowers was soaked in it, and the ventilator blocked their faces.

   Bubbles kept wafting upwards from the bottom of the petri dish, apparently the devices were still working.

  Old Bai frowned, walked to the console, and was about to try to operate it, but he was embarrassed to find that even mutants could operate the device, and he couldn't understand it at all. 16 If Fang Chang was here, maybe he could do it... He looked at his brothers embarrassedly. "…This is?"

   Ye Shishi said with a confused expression.

   "Clone synthetic device?" Gu Feng shook his head, recalling what he saw on 76th Street.

   "Not like..."

   "That's the treatment cabin."

   An unfamiliar voice came from behind, interrupting the conversation of the players. Although it is a completely different language, when it is inserted into the topic, there is no sense of disobedience at all. Everyone turned around and saw Yun Song, the captain of the 26th Commando of the Enterprise, undoing the mask of his helmet and walking towards the side with a rifle.

   "Treatment cabin?" Lao Bai asked in puzzled words.

   "That's right."

   Stopping in front of one of the culture jars, Yunsong looked at the device in front of him with a complicated expression, and slowly continued to speak.

   "They will throw human females that are fertile, compatible and suitable as mothers into the treatment chamber...they will be reused after being cured."

   "The mutants who can use these devices are usually priests of the tribe, or chieftains...and this is true on the east coast as well."

   "How did these guys learn these devices?" Lao Bai couldn't help but ask:

   "These devices are not difficult to operate, and sometimes there are simple tutorials in the program, and even AI that is executed in vain..."

   After a pause, Yunsong continued with a complicated expression,

   "Of course, it's also possible that people taught them."

  It is worth mentioning that although mutants are a completely different species from humans, they are not completely incapable of communication. Even they speak human language, but most of them are stupid.

   A handful of clever mutants will soon emerge from a pack of idiots as priests or herders of the tribe who know how to trade what humans like for what they need.

   Like slaves.

   Such as tools for producing slaves.

   mutants have no concept of medicine.

   Either a healing pod, a cloning pod, or a mutant chieftain with great captivity.

  Otherwise, with their savage midwifery techniques and the harsh environment in this area, no matter how long the individual lives, they will not be able to reproduce at a scale of more than a thousand people. Yunsong seriously suspected that it was General Klass of the Legion who taught these mutants how to use the treatment cabin. After all, the Willantes had this ability. …

   also had the motive to do so entirely. "Stop talking, I'm very happy to fight side by side with you..."

   Staring at the burly power armor on Lao Bai, Yun Song stretched out his fist and touched his shoulder, and said in surprise:

   "This is the one from before? Incredible... You guys actually fixed it."

   Lao Bai grinned.

   "The interior has been slightly modified. It's not so advanced, but it doesn't affect the use." At first, the company helped him repair it. After that, the company's delegation came to Qingquan City, and he bought some accessories from Changge Group. Yun Song said in a rather emotional tone.

   "Boom era power armor is so much better than what was produced in the post-war years, it's a pity we don't have the ability to fully repair it."

   After a moment's pause, he looked at Lao Bai seriously and continued to ask.

   "I just passed by, there is no one we are looking for here, what are you going to do with these and the survivors outside... who were rescued?"

  Old Bai glanced around and said casually, "It's probably the old rules. After they finish their treatment, they will be sent to a home for refugees."

   Yunsong asked in confusion.

"That is?"

   "Similar to a rescue station:"

   Yunsong was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect the alliance to have such a facility, he said after being silent for a while.

   "But I think...it might be better for them to turn off the ventilator, very few people get out of this hellish experience."

   At first, they would also send the rescued survivors to nearby survivor settlements, but later they found that doing so was just adding to the annoyance.

Most of the survivors' settlements will not accept those who have been captured by mutants. Even if they are willing to do the business a favor for the sake of money, at most they will just give them a few bites to eat and find a place where they will not get in the way. Let them perish in vain.

Most of the people who were rescued because of    would not thank them, and would even hate why they didn't give themselves a good time, or take themselves to the ideal city. He also tried to help the "trouble" that was accidentally added to the mission at the beginning, but after a few more missions, he found that it was purely uncomfortable for himself.

   In fact, if you think about it carefully, not all of them were captured, and many were mistakenly produced by cloning devices.

   It is a kind of kindness to send people who came into this world wrongly and start a new life.

   Lao Bai was silent for a while, then shrugged his shoulders.

   "I don't know, maybe you're right, but isn't the choice up to them? At least we did what we could."

   They didn't leave these rescued people alone.

   There are also many people who were rescued from the dungeons of the looters, but they couldn't get out and chose to commit suicide. But there are examples of starting a new life anew, and even finding happiness in a new life.

   "Maybe." Yun Song nodded slightly in respect, looked at Lao Bai and the soldiers of the Alliance behind him and said, "I'll leave it to you here."

   said, he turned and walked outside:

  The battle is over.

  The entrance to the Pioneer and Vault 0 is not far from this camp.

   Before welcoming the arrival of the company's executives, he needs to take the soldiers to clean up the battlefield carefully, and at the same time eliminate the safety hazards in the vicinity.

   Watching the NPC named Yunsong leave, Lao Bai suddenly thought of something and looked at Ye Shi who was standing beside him. "By the way, bring in the rescued NPCs outside...if those survivors are still alive." "Received."

   Understand what good brother means, Ye Shi made an OK gesture, turned around and walked out the door.

  Old Bai turned his attention to the row of treatment cabins:

  Look at the survivors floating in the nutrient solution, these culture tanks should not be able to regenerate the severed limbs, but they can speed up the healing of the injuries on the body.

   This is similar to the training cabins used by players.

   The only difference is that the training cabin used by the player is only valid for the matching gene sequence and cannot be used by others.

   This is similar to the training cabins used by players. The only difference is that the training pods used by players are only valid for matching genetic sequences, and cannot be used by others, or even lent to other players.

   As for the lower-cost "dormant cabin", it is only a save point for players, and does not have the function of accelerating healing.

  Although players probably won't use it, but for NPCs who only have one life, this thing is still very helpful and can be recycled.

   As long as you don't die on the spot in the wasteland, even if it is a serious injury with a broken arm or a broken leg, there are a lot of remedies.

  Old Bai suddenly discovered that there are really many treasures hidden in this great desert. Thinking of the legendary Refuge No. 0, his heart grew more and more looking forward to it...

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