This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 268: Sewing the behemoth and the captured armor
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The piercing scream pierced the gray-green fog, and after a muffled sound, a black shadow hit the concrete pile.
The nearby players immediately aimed their guns at the black shadow.
However, before he could see clearly what it was, he heard an explosion, and the black shadow instantly exploded into pieces, with black slime and roasted meat flying.
The stench stuck to the gas mask.
The player ducked and cursed.
"Fuck!"
"The bomber!"
Fortunately, it was far away and there were no casualties.
However, at this moment, the shrill scream sounded again, and dozens of black shadows in the thick fog drew parabolas, hitting the players' positions.
Explosions sounded one after another, gray-green smoke flashed on the position, and black mucus and pieces of meat sputtered.
Although the damage is not high, the range is not large, and there is no accuracy, but after forming a certain number, it still causes a lot of trouble to the players.
One player was killed on the spot, and four others were injured to varying degrees.
The battlefield atmosphere team was shocked and said subconsciously.
"Holy shit! Did they throw the bomb victims as grenades?!"
That thing must weigh twenty or thirty kilograms at least, right? !
To be able to throw this thing so far, you must have a lot of arm strength!
Commander Quan Shui immediately made a decision and ordered.
"Class A, please take cover!"
"Class B fires high-explosive bombs!"
There was a chorus of bangs and bangs from the left position.
Twelve 20mm high-explosive bombs penetrated the thick gray-green fog and burst into an orange-yellow fire.
Although there is no field of view, it can still be predicted based on the trajectory of the parabola.
The attack seemed to be effective, and the number of bomb victims flying in the sky suddenly decreased by half.
What followed was the second and third rounds of salvos. Explosions continued to come from the thick fog, and were even accompanied by the sound of several explosion victims exploding from time to time.
There were a lot of casualties on the alien position.
Some were killed by high-explosive bombs, and many were killed by their own people.
Commander Quan Shui, who was standing on the front line, was overjoyed. He could feel with his naked eyes that after these rounds of salvos, the alien attack had obviously weakened!
Seemingly realizing that this situation would end sooner or later, the alien species in the thick fog no longer hesitated and began to continue attacking the players' positions.
With a deafening roar, each stout monster rushed out of the thick fog with heavy steps.
They are two and a half meters long, with fat bellies swaying from side to side, and their necks seem to be connected to their chins. From a distance, they look like piles of walking meat, like trolls in a fantasy world.
This kind of monster has never been seen in the northern suburbs, and the players squatting behind the concrete stones were shocked.
"Damn it, what kind of alien species is this?"
“I haven’t seen it in the official website illustrated book.”
"Alien version of mutant?!"
"Warhammer Ogre?!"
"I feel a bit like a tank in the Road to Survival..."
"Just replace muscle with fat."
Behind the fat man running wildly with his belly and arms swinging, the nibblers followed him like little ghosts.
Good guy.
Have all the Butan synergies been sorted out?
The players were surprised, but they were not distracted by it. They were playing in a group now and didn't have time to chat.
After entering the shooting range, the heavy machine guns deployed on the houses on both sides opened fire first, unleashing ferocious firepower on the running aliens.
Immediately afterwards, the players in Class A also tightened their triggers and fired at the alien species that rushed up.
Compared to the tyrants who are covered in **** armor, these running potbellies have thick blood, but their defense is not high. A 7mm full-power rifle bullet may not penetrate the gnawing body, but it will not hit the eater. It's just right on them.
I saw strings of black blood mist exploding on the fat piece of meat, and the cavities created by the tumbling shrapnel in their bodies directly blew off their limbs.
The gnawers gathered around them also suffered heavy casualties when faced with machine gun fire. Occasionally, a few high-explosive bombs hit them, leaving them with broken limbs and arms, and they fell instantly!
A few pot-bellied gnawers touched the edge of Class A's position, but they soon discovered that the brutal battle had just begun.
The players in the front row decisively ceased fire, picked up spears, short axes, and even sticks and shovels wrapped with wires that were leaning on the ground, and then greeted these alien heads.
The players in the back row continue to fire in support, reducing the pressure from the front for the players in the front row.
The people standing in front are all veteran players. They have experienced multiple versions. Not only are their panel data far stronger than ordinary people, but they also have rich combat experience. It is not easy to deal with these alien species.
Even if they face three or even four gnawers at the same time, they can easily deal with them without falling behind.
The fierce battle lasted for an hour.
Under the crossfire from the buildings on both sides, the second wave of the wave finally began to weaken, and in the end only a few gnawers and "fat men" were left to attack the players' positions.
However, it is already the end of the war!
The battlefield atmosphere team waved the engineer shovel in their hands, easily split open the head of a gnawer, kicked it down with their feet, and pulled out the shovel.
Two more gnawers rushed up next to him. He didn't panic at all. He poked and slashed, and cleanly cut off the heads of the two gnashers.
Black blood spattered all over.
The battlefield atmosphere team raised his arm, wiped the black blood on the gas mask, turned back and smiled at me.
“This thing is so useful!”
I was struggling to pull the bayonet out of the gnawer, breathing heavily.
"MMP, how many more waves of offensive are there on the other side?"
"I don't know, it might last all night."
“What the hell?” I was most shocked, “Then it’s going to be dark again in reality?!”
"What are you afraid of? You have only lived for a few hours anyway."
Hung the engineer shovel on his waist, Battlefield Lao looked ahead and squinted his eyes.
What’s one night?
Without the "anti-addiction mechanism", he can play all day long!
Tidal wave's offensive paused for a moment, and there were only sporadic gunshots on the position.
The players are a little tired, but their morale is still high.
As of now, except for the five killed and ten injured in Class A, Class B and Class C are still almost in full condition!
At this moment, good news came from behind.
More than twenty newbies ran over from the street behind, carrying ammunition boxes.
"Ammunition! Ammunition is coming!"
Many players breathed a sigh of relief at the news that supplies had been delivered.
In the previous two rounds of offensives, at least five to six thousand aliens rushed forward. Even if everyone saved their bullets, a lot of them were still consumed.
When starting out, most players only carried six magazines. By now, many players only had one magazine left.
This batch of ammunition came at the right time!
Quanshui didn't have time to rest, so he immediately asked the players in the team to divide 14 boxes of ammunition and send them to Class B and Class C on both sides of the position.
That's the fulcrum of firepower.
The remaining 6 boxes of ammunition were distributed to the brothers in Class A.
There are almost 1,000 to 1,100 rounds of ammunition stuffed into an ammunition box. In addition to the 2,000 rounds of ammunition sent to the two machine guns, the remaining 35 players can only get about 110 rounds each.
"Why so little?" Quan Shui asked with a frown.
Silver Hand, who was responsible for delivering ammunition, said helplessly.
"I also want to send more, but the ammunition has to be sent from the rear to the front. This is already the entire inventory on 68th Street, and the manager has asked us to send them all."
Quanshui nodded and continued to ask.
"How are your fortifications going?"
Before the Silver Hand could speak, the Silver Sword next to him interrupted and said: "One-third of the construction progress has been completed! We piled concrete blocks into barricades, pulled up barbed wire fences on the streets, and The wooden stake that organizes large-scale alien propulsion."
“The residents of Bate Street and the serfs of Brown Farm were all mobilized, and other players continued to join in. It felt like at least a thousand people were mobilized!”
"It might be done in less than morning!"
The northern suburbs have reached a critical moment of life and death, and no one dares to take it lightly.
Hearing that one-third of the fortifications had been repaired, Commander Quanshui breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment of pause, he walked in front of everyone and glanced at the players delivering supplies.
"Which of you knows how to use a gun?"
After hearing these words, everyone's eyes lit up, and twenty hands were raised in unison.
"Me me me!"
"I can! I play the FPS game Thief 6!"
"I've been at the shooting range!"
Commander Fountain: "..."
It's really 100% new.
But now is not the time to pick and choose.
After choosing five players who seemed to be reliable, Quan Shui gave them the guns of the dead players and taught them how to shoot.
"Remember to fire when you see a monster!"
"Also, don't point your gun at your own people."
Holding the rifle in his hand, Silver's father said excitedly.
"Okay brother!"
While he was talking, the gray-green thick fog suddenly shrank, and then expanded rapidly.
It's like breathing!
The players standing on the battlefield finished their rest and looked at the gray-green fog in full formation.
At this time, a muffled sound hit the ground, the cracked concrete pavement trembled faintly, and stones continued to shake off from the building.
Everyone was tense.
At this moment, a dull long blast, like a train whistle, echoed on the shattered ruins.
A huge foot as thick as a bridge pier stepped heavily on the concrete ground, followed closely by a huge head emerging from the thick fog.
"What the hell... what is that?!"
My darkest eyes widened, and the protruding eyeballs wanted to come out of their sockets, staring straight ahead.
He felt surprised that he had eaten more today than he had eaten in the past week.
Not only him, but also the other players next to him, with surprise and disbelief written all over their faces.
Countless pieces of meat were piled up into a five-story hill. Rotten skin crawled from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and the ugly face was covered with sludge-like mycelium and mucus.
It had no facial features on its head, only a rotten mouth, and a larger mouth on its belly that kept opening and closing, spreading an ominous gray-green color.
From time to time, alien species such as gnawers would fall out of the **** mouth, and then stand up from the ground staggeringly.
Commander Quanshui's eyes instantly shrank, he put his hand on the microphone next to his ear and shouted.
"Attention, teams, the boss appears!"
"Class B and Class C open fire! Armor-piercing incendiary bombs! Three salvos!"
"Suppress it!"
The Stitching Behemoth is like a wall blocking a fire net, and behind it are swarms of alien species. If this guy is allowed to get close to the position, the consequences will be disastrous!
A uniform response came from the communication channel.
"Received!"
The guns and artillery fired in unison, and 24 anti-tank rifles sprayed thick tongues of flame!
Armor-piercing incendiary bombs traced orange-yellow trajectories in the air, heading straight for the giant beast made of flesh and blood!
Facing the focused fire of the players, the giant stitched beast opened its two mouths, one large and one small, and let out a dull roar from its throat buried in fat.
The aliens gathered around him began to accelerate and run forward.
The third round of offensive has officially begun!
"MMP! This boss's blood is too thick!"
My shoulders were sore from the shock.
Kakarot, who placed the 37mm heavy machine gun on the ground, cursed, stuffed an armor-piercing incendiary bomb into the gun chamber, and then pulled the bolt heavily.
Bang——!
The huge recoil even shook up the dust on the ground.
However, the cannonball hit the mountain of meat, still like a needle poking into cotton, with no reaction at all.
Completely ignoring the firepower focused on him, the giant man made of flesh and blood still moved forward steadily.
Squatting at the forefront of the battle line, the battlefield atmosphere team shouted anxiously behind them.
"Damn it, Quan Shui, please think of something!"
"Shut up, I'm thinking!"
Quanshui's head turned quickly, staring at the five-story meat mountain.
He saw with his own eyes that the guy's head was hit by at least six armor-piercing and incendiary bullets. Logically speaking, the brain should have been scorched.
Unless...
The head is not its weak point at all? !
There was no time to hesitate, he ordered immediately.
"Attention machine gunners and anti-tank riflemen! Don't waste bullets on that mountain of meat!"
"Get rid of those crawlers!"
"All 37mm heavy rifles! The armor-piercing bullets focus on its left leg! Hit the joint!"
It doesn't matter if you can't kill it.
At least make it stop!
The attack appears to be working.
The heavy firepower weapons deployed on the tall buildings on both sides were outputting wildly. The giant, whose left knee was hit by several rounds of armor-piercing bullets, swayed, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.
The billowing dust kicked up, and the air waves at the end even rolled away the surrounding spore clouds. Countless gnawers and even crawlers were crushed by the huge body.
Machine gun bullets passed over its body, wildly harvesting the alien species behind it.
The anti-tank rifle fires continuously, targeting the Crawlers and Tyrants, preventing high-threat targets from approaching the position.
The battle situation suddenly became tense.
At this moment, Commander Quanshui suddenly heard a sound like the sounds of nature from the communication channel.
"Support firepower is in place!"
"Hold on!"
At the same time as the words fell, a series of banging cannons were heard in the distance.
Several white phosphorus bombs rose into the sky, and the dazzling white light lit up the night.
Under the strong light, the gnawer's movements were obviously a little stiffer, and his forward speed also slowed down by half a beat.
The stitching beast lying on the ground struggled to get up, but at this moment, four lightning-like arcs flashed across the sky.
Many players saw the abnormality in the sky and raised their heads with surprised expressions on their faces.
"Look at the sky!"
"Plane?!"
Two long-shuttle aircraft were in tandem, with the plasma engines on both sides of the wings emitting arcs of fire, whizzing past the sky above Qingquan City like meteors.
Twelve jet-black warheads were dropped from the belly of the two aircraft, starting from the prostrate suture beast on the ground, and swept towards the rear.
Boom——!
In an instant, fire shot into the sky.
The shock wave of the explosion filled the entire street, and the boiling flames instantly engulfed all the alien species on the street.
The boiling heat wave even blew to the players' positions, scorching the corpses of the eaters on the ground.
"That's..."
Looking blankly at the sea of fire in front of him, Commander Quan Shui swallowed.
"Plane from Boulder City?"
So strong!
It would be great if the shelter also had such strong firepower!
The flames of the incendiary bombs created a vacuum zone. After struggling for a while, the giant beast, whose whole body was on fire, soon lay on the ground without moving.
The spore cloud was replaced by thick smoke, and the whole street was filled with a burning smell that could be smelled from far away artillery positions.
Cheers of victory sounded all around, and the players shouted awesome and 666.
"Thank you planner dad for the rocket!"
"Oh my god...this power is too powerful!"
"How many people were killed in this wave?"
"Let's say at least two or three thousand...four or five thousand is not impossible."
Because of their blockade, the wave pressed very densely in front of the position. This wave of air strikes even washed away the spore clouds released by the fruiting bodies.
It's just that there is still some confusion in Quan Shui's head.
Where did this air strike come from?
……
At the temporary command post several kilometers away, Chu Guang, wearing power armor, slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he stared at the picture on the screen
"Finally caught up."
Before, he ordered Xu Shun to purchase support from the militia group of Boulder City.
The total value of 12 incendiary bombs is 60,000 chips. If there are more than 6 incendiary bombs, the delivery fee will be free within Qingquan City.
Good quality and low price.
In fact, Chu Guang originally planned to hire mercenaries to help fight, but the distance from Boulder City to Street 65 was too far, and the price/performance ratio was not high.
So he simply changed his mind and used the contact information collected from the radio to directly rent a militia plane and purchase a wave of air strikes.
It seems now.
The money spent is still worth it.
As for where the chips come from?
Of course he can't afford so much, but he can borrow it from Liszt.
Lister's battery factory and exoskeleton factory have just opened, and he is now tied to the chariot in Vault 404.
Besides, Chu Guang’s reputation was pretty good, and he had a large reserve of spiritual leaves in the warehouse. Liszt was not worried that he would not be able to repay the money, but wished he could borrow more.
"The troops on the front line should be able to take a breather."
On the front line, sporadic flames burned.
The backlog of corpses piled up into hills.
From time to time, the sound of mortars could be heard in the distance, and the 88mm high-explosive bombs fell into the thick gray-green fog in the distance, leaving a trajectory covered with artillery fire.
The boss has been licked off by the air strike.
Only a few fish that slipped through the net were left, still struggling on the corpses on the ground.
"...is it over?"
Quanshui slowly relaxed in his heart. Perhaps he thought the problem was too complicated. This blocking battle might not be as difficult as imagined.
There are still five or six hours before dawn, and they have already caused one-tenth of the casualties to the alien species.
However, at this moment, intensive gunshots suddenly came from the position on the right. Quan Shui suddenly looked towards the building not far away, but only saw a few flickering lights in the darkness.
A rushing sound came from the communication channel.
"The left position encountered a large number of crawlers!"
"It's the same on our side! The right position was attacked—fuck!"
"Damn! Where did these **** come from?!"
The sound of rifle fire and the screams of the crawlers came from the communication channel. The players stationed there started a hand-to-hand fight with the aliens who had invaded the building.
Listening to that voice, it’s obvious there’s more than one!
A drop of cold sweat streaked across Quan Shui's forehead.
Just when he was about to dedicate his manpower to support the positions on both sides, a black shadow suddenly shot out of the thick fog among the heavy flames.
When I saw that figure clearly, I subconsciously let out a cry of surprise.
"Power Armor?!"
To be precise, it was a powered armor that had been engulfed by slime mold. The gaps in the rusted armor were filled with dark red pieces of flesh, and the steel surface from the breastplate to the leg armor also crawled up. A layer of dark red fungi.
Steel and flesh are organically combined to form a different-looking suture monster. However, what is surprising is that the running posture is the same as that of a real person!
The positions on both sides that were attacked by the crawlers barely opened fire. Two 37mm armor-piercing bullets hit the thick breastplate and scratched a steep upward trajectory.
Failed to penetrate!
The eyes of the battlefield atmosphere team widened.
T-10 Power Armor!
He saw it on the forum!
That was the photo taken by Elder Brother Fang when he went to Boulder City for the first time. The militia of Boulder City used exactly this set of armor!
Were they captured by slime mold?
Without any time to think about the reason, the surrounding players pressed the triggers tightly and fired at the powered armor, trying to stop it from moving forward.
However, when the 7mm shuttle hit it, it was like a joke, and it couldn't even make it pause.
The distance of hundreds of meters flies by in an instant.
The powered armor rushed to the player's position, waving its right arm embedded with a chain saw, and took away two lives in an instant.
I wanted to take a detour, but as soon as I turned around and took a step back, I was split in half by the roaring chain saw.
This unlucky big brother had just been resurrected a few hours ago. This time he didn't even say "blanch" before he physically went offline again.
Seeing the powered armor staring at them, the battlefield atmosphere team knew that they could not escape. They threw away the rifles with empty magazines, pulled out their engineer shovels and charged forward.
A chain saw came towards him, and the speed shocked him. Even with the talent dodge enabled, the roaring chain saw still cut off his right arm.
The arm is bleeding profusely!
The consciousness fell into a trance for a moment.
The warlord barely stayed awake, pulled out the combat dagger with his left hand, and stabbed the gap in the side of the powered armor that was filled with dark red slime mold.
"Die!"
However, the powered armor was one step ahead of him, stretched out its left arm, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up from the ground.
The dagger was swung empty.
Huge pressure came from his neck, and Warfield felt it was difficult to breathe. His whole face swelled red, and he felt as if his head was going to explode.
He threw the dagger in his hand at the iron lump covered with slime mold, but it only made a crisp sound and was of no use at all.
This **** thing probably inherited the defense of power armor. A 37mm armor-piercing bullet would only leave a scratch on it, let alone a dagger!
The Silver Sword next to him held out the bayonet in his hand, and rushed up to help with a cry. However, before he got halfway, he was thrown to the ground by a creeper and his neck was bitten off.
"Oh my god! Lao Jian! Ah ah ah, I will fight with you!"
Seeing the aliens rushing towards his face, Silver's father, whose rifle jammed, pulled out his hatchet and rushed forward bravely, but was soon overwhelmed by the gnawers.
The battlefield was in chaos, with gunshots everywhere.
Players and alien species are involved in a melee.
Both sides are ruthless characters who are not afraid of death. Their courage and morale have lost their meaning at this moment.
The entire street turned into a **** meat grinder in an instant, drawing both warring parties into it. The lives of both parties were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Damn..."
I've gone too far with my pretense, I'm afraid I'm going to get upset this time!
Catching this scene out of the corner of his eye, the warlord cursed in his heart.
Before his consciousness was far away, he used his last strength, reached his waist with his left hand, and pulled off the fuse hidden there.
This is a mechanism he made himself.
I just never had the chance to use it.
Six grenades emitted green smoke at the same time.
Gazing into the scarlet eyes under the iron can, he took a sip of blood and sprayed it on its face.
"...go to hell!"
This spit made the tin can slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to do.
At this moment, the fire exploded!
The warlord was blown to pieces without any suspense.
The explosion of fire caught the powered armor off guard, and a large area of germ carpet was blown away, but it did not cause any substantial damage to him.
Class A's defense line has been penetrated.
With the collapse of the frontal front, the two flanks, which were already locked in a bitter battle, were quickly surrounded by alien species.
The fighting continues.
Everyone is resisting heroically.
Even though everyone knows that their death is doomed.
"...I was really killed by the plot."
A wry smile appeared on Commander Quanshui's face.
The intensity of the fourth wave of attacks has obviously exceeded their ability to withstand it.
In fact, if it weren't for the previous wave of air strikes, they might not even be able to survive the third wave of offensives.
He did his best.
The rest will be left to the brothers behind...
Throwing away the rifle with the empty magazine, Quan Shui pulled out his pistol and shot at the oncoming gnawers, intending to fight with his teammates until the last moment.
You can’t escape by running anyway.
Where can he go with an intelligence system?
There is no need to think about hiding.
According to the updated information on the official website, when the spores in the air reach a certain concentration, the slime mold alien species will gain all-round perception of the area.
Every cloud of steamed buns is their eyes!
After the magazine was empty, Commander Quanshui reloaded silently.
To his surprise, the gnawers did not attack him, and without even looking at him, they rushed towards the position behind him, or rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street.
Dense fog spreads around.
It has completely engulfed him, and the surrounding visibility is less than five meters!
At this time, a vague outline suddenly appeared directly in front of him.
It was a three-meter-tall giant, with pieces of dark red flesh dragging on the ground like a long skirt. A face without features looked directly at him, with flesh-red tentacles flying behind it, like Medusa. s hair.
Although it is not a perception system, the spring water has a strong feeling.
This guy in front of me may be more dangerous than the five-story-tall beast before!
When his index finger touched the earphones, he took a deep breath and said calmly.
"The artillery crew...fired at my position."
VM has marked his location.
It takes about half a minute to correct the coordinates.
After saying that, Quan Shui raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger at the monster in front of him.
Bang——!
Flame erupted from the muzzle.
The bullet hit the monster without even a trace of blood spattering. However, he did not stop and continued to pull the trigger.
It seems to have successfully attracted the monster's attention.
Maybe the monster was originally coming for him.
The face without features suddenly opened a crack, and a tentacle pierced through his mask and pierced his right eye.
With no time to react, Quan Shui saw a flash of black shadow. Before he could see what was happening, he disconnected from his game character.
The headphones fell on the ground.
The picture is still being transferred.
The monster let out a hoarse whisper.
"...Embrace evolution."
Quanshui, who lost control of his conscious body, stood there motionless.
The monster stared at him, seemingly confused about something.
After a while, there was a hint of disappointment in the scarlet pupils, and he slowly withdrew his tentacles.
The surrounding corpse gnawers swarmed up and soon submerged the spring standing on the ruins. The spring water standing there was allowed to be gnawed by them, motionless.
It was quiet all around, except for the crunching of chewing.
The picture is full of weird colors.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of piercing the air, and dozens of mortar shells covered the area around the spring, and the explosions of fire spread into one.
A cannonball landed nearby, and the gnawers surrounding the spring fell instantly.
Being hit by the explosive shrapnel and shock wave, the Medusa-shaped monster let out a shrill scream, and the pieces of flesh under its skirt rolled and quickly passed through the hot smoke.
The explosions continued one after another, and the streets were in chaos. The gunfire in the building had stopped, leaving only two explosions that sounded from time to time.
In the temporary command post several kilometers away, there was a deathly silence.
The camera was cut off by the sound of explosions, and the surrounding air was eerily quiet.
Vanus couldn't help but glance at Chu Guang.
Although the expression on his face cannot be seen through the mask, it must not be too good.
All 125 men were killed.
There are dozens of awakened people among them.
Even if their victory was fruitful, such a tragic loss would surely cast a shadow of gloom over the entire refuge.
"...They are real warriors."
Chu Guang nodded slowly.
"Yes."
The construction progress of the first line of defense has reached 60% and is expected to be completed before dawn.
Although there are still several hours before dawn, the advancing wave has obviously stopped.
The warriors of 65th Street bought them enough time.
The culture chamber connected to the clone was lost and a new container started to be synthesized.
At the same time, with 125 players offline, the official website of "Wasteland OL" was bustling...