This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 387: Good brother, let me lend you my head!
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On the southwest side of Ruigu City, a group of people dressed in various colors were standing in a crooked formation, moving towards the northeast side of the city under the leadership of ten soldiers in black robes.
These skirmishers in inconsistent clothing are basically local survivors. Some of them were scavengers, some were hunters, and even farmers and herdsmen.
In the legion, this kind of troops composed of survivors of the occupied areas or the "non-core population" in the territory are usually called "subordinate troops."
Different from the well-equipped legionnaires, not only did their faces look malnourished, their bodies were as thin as a hemp pole, but their equipment was also rudimentary and even inferior to some stronger predators.
Everyone only received a "ripper" rifle. Before going to the battlefield, they would prepare fifteen or thirty rounds of ammunition. When they ran out of bullets, they would either pick up those from their teammates or mount a bayonet for melee combat.
Before this, they had not even received professional training, and at most they had only dealt with a few mutated cockroaches and rats.
However, there is actually no need to train.
In the eyes of the legion soldiers, these people are just cannon fodder they recruited cheaply, consumables used to consume the enemy's ammunition.
No one expected them to come back alive, it was even better to say they were dead.
Of course, this is just the view of most people in the legion.
These people who are labeled cannon fodder obviously do not see themselves that way.
Legion promised them that if they did not die in three battles, they would become "one of their own" and have the opportunity to be promoted to captain of ten. If you survive six battles, you will have a chance to be promoted to centurion.
In addition, there is a "shortcut" to take.
That's the head of a certain Deathclaw!
As long as you can cut off that beast's head, not only can you become a centurion, but you can also be rewarded with ten slaves!
As soon as they heard about this good news, many survivors who had signed up to join the Hu Cong Army volunteered to join the hunting team.
Although the reputation of the Death Claw is terrifying, there are only a few survivors who have actually seen it, and even fewer have seen it and survived.
In the imagination of most survivors, with artillery support and various anti-armor weapons, facing a beast that can be killed with hard work is nothing compared to going to the jungle to fight with the company's elite troops. Much more relaxed.
After all, the latter were the ones who stunned the regular troops who trained them. If they really faced those guys, they might be sent to see the big horned deer **** without even seeing the enemy...
Caressing the rifle in his hand fondly, Li Ba's face was filled with obsession.
He had never touched such a well-made rifle.
In Shikeshu Village, the double-barreled shotgun of the old Orion who lived next door to him was already an incredible weapon in his opinion.
He dreamed of having one.
Zhangjie Lao, who was carrying a rifle, glanced at this guy. He wanted to complain, "It's just a garbage gun used as cannon fodder." However, his speaking was too awkward, and he couldn't hold it in for a long time. , and finally had to swallow it back in his stomach.
However, just when he looked away, the NPC named Li Ba suddenly took the initiative to talk to him.
"Brother, are you from Beit Street?"
"Yes."
"Do you have Deathclaws there?"
His face was full of anxiety and nervousness, but in addition to these negative emotions, the war veteran also unexpectedly saw a hint of excitement.
After all, he is someone who has never been on the battlefield, so he probably has some unrealistic illusions in his heart.
The battlefield veteran replied briefly.
"Yes."
Li Ba: "Awesome! Have you seen it?"
Hearing this, the corner of the warlord's mouth suddenly turned up into a smile.
"Haha, I've seen it before."
That's like looking down and not seeing you again.
There is a big one outside the shelter and a small one inside. Occasionally, one or two Deathclaws would wander near the nuclear crater in the Elm District.
He has long been accustomed to strange things.
Li Ba's eyes lit up and he immediately asked.
"Is the Deathclaw powerful?"
"It's just so so, just like a slap can blow a person's head away, and a claw can pull a person's intestines out of his stomach."
Hearing this, Li Ba's face turned slightly pale.
"True or false..."
Battlefield Lao chuckled.
"I lied to you, how about you go up and try it later?"
Li Ba did not speak.
Seeing the cowardly look on this guy's face, the warlord stopped bullying him and comforted him with a smile.
"Don't worry, we shouldn't see that guy today."
Li Ba was stunned for a moment.
"Why?"
"Intuition."
Of course the field veteran would not tell this guy that he had leaked today's plan to the good brothers of the Storm Troops.
Xiangling Town is the entrance to Vault 79.
Before progress is made in the strategy of Vault 79, they cannot let the legion take care of the BOSS guarding the gate.
Looking up at the sunlight creeping across the treetops, Battlefield Old Man muttered to himself,
"It should be soon."
Almost at the moment the words fell, there was a sudden explosion in the room area in front.
I saw a tracer flashing, and the thick bulletproof armor exploded and flew. A soldier in a black robe in the crowd flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and his upper body was blown into a lake of flesh and blood.
When Zhanjie Lao saw this, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Good guy.
Hit someone with an anti-material rifle!
Real punishment!
That sound was so familiar to him. It sounded like the Alliance's 20mm "Light Cavalry Rifle", which can use three types of warheads: armor-piercing, high-explosive, and incendiary.
This weapon is very useful whether it is anti-infantry or anti-alien. Four of them can be used as anti-aircraft machine guns in parallel, and they can be used as snipers when taken apart individually.
It can be said that it is very easy to use.
"There is an ambush!"
"Everyone spread out! Find a bunker to hide!"
"Quick!"
Although they were caught off guard, those soldiers in black robes were well-trained aviation marines and responded immediately to the attack.
The officer in black robes roared, and took the lead in rushing to the nearby bunker with his three still alive men. The puppet army formed by the survivors quickly came to their senses and rushed towards them. Take shelter in a nearby bunker.
However, their opponents are certainly not vegetarians.
Almost at the moment when the thunderous gunfire sounded, the machine gun deployed inside the window also spurted out raging tongues of flame.
7mm bullets poured down like raindrops, instantly causing a **** storm on the street directly opposite.
The soldiers who had no time to evade fell like wheat, and more than ten casualties were paid in an instant. Although the remaining soldiers dispersed to the back of the bunker, they were still suppressed to move in the face of the fierce firepower. No, I can't even raise my head.
The moment the first gunshot rang out, Li Ba was completely stunned.
He didn't even know how he got behind the bunker. He just heard the bullets flying in random directions, and sparks, gravel and cement chips flying everywhere.
Holding the rifle tightly, he sat against the damaged concrete wall, his white lips trembling constantly, but he did not say a word.
On the street three meters away from his feet, a corpse molded of flesh and blood lay there. The man was undoubtedly dead, but his legs and feet were still flopping there.
He released his grip on Li Ba's collar, dragged the guy into the battlefield atmosphere team of the bunker, and glanced at the corpses on the ground on the street next to him.
Although these dead cannon fodders are also victims of the Legion's invasion, the Alliance soldiers will not show mercy.
This is a battlefield.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I...I..." Li Ba opened and closed his mouth palely, and his originally green and white face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
"Take a deep breath, calm down, don't suffocate yourself to death without being shot... That would be too embarrassing."
He patted the guy's shoulder hard and looked at the completely frightened expression. The old man sighed and comforted him with some bad human language.
Then, he grabbed the Ripper rifle that was thrown aside, pulled the bolt and loaded it.
At this time, the officer's roar came from the alley not far away.
"Forward——!"
"Press forward, everyone!"
"I see who is hiding behind the bunker like a wimp, I will kill him with my own hands!"
In front are machine guns roaring, and behind are Baoxiao supervising the battle.
"Ah!!!"
Finally unable to withstand the pressure, a survivor rushed out of the bunker like crazy, yelling to vent his fear, and rushed towards the tall building directly ahead with his rifle in his arms.
However, before he could even take two steps, a mist of blood burst out from his body, and his screams stopped abruptly. Before he could even utter a scream, he fell straight onto the street wet with blood.
The survivors who were just about to rush out of the bunker were frightened by this scene. Their legs seemed to be filled with lead and they could not move at all.
The officer who was leaning behind the bunker looked at the body still in the fountain. He was so angry that he cursed on the spot.
"Are you a pig?!"
"I asked you to go around from the side! Who the **** asked you to rush forward to block their eye-catching thing!"
It's a pity that the dead can't speak, and the corpse in the mold of flesh and blood obviously won't pay attention to him.
However, with that living example, the other cannon fodders learned the lesson, burying their heads, clinging to the bunker, and advancing forward in a roundabout way.
However, after all, they have not received formal training. Even though their bodies have gradually adapted to the battlefield, these cannon fodders still have almost no combat literacy.
Everyone swarmed into the alley and soon became a mess like headless flies.
The machine gun in the distance paused for a second or two. These rookies, who had trained for no more than 24 hours, didn't even know which direction to run.
However, the battlefield veteran knows it well.
"It's time to go."
He stretched out his hand and pulled Li Ba up from the ground, leading the weak-legged coward around to an alley that was not covered by machine gun fire.
To stay where you are is certain death.
The men of the legion will not hesitate to execute them as deserters, killing chickens to scare monkeys.
What's more, as a double-talented young man, it is impossible to expect to gain the enemy's trust by surviving until the end.
Last night the war veteran and his good brothers discussed this matter in the group.
According to Brother Quanshui's plan, the Storm Corps will conduct an ambush based on his intelligence and intercept the hunting team sent by the Legion to Xiangling Town.
After defeating the legion's plan for the day, he will be given the opportunity to kill someone.
Almost at the same time that Battlefield Lao detoured into the alley on the south side, three 100mm artillery rounds accurately hit the housing area not far in front of him.
The billowing smoke exploded instantly, and the hot air waves and smoke columns rushed up to a height of more than ten meters, blasting three huge craters into the originally intact concrete wall.
The flying gravel scared the surrounding puppet soldiers to lie on the ground, their heads pressed tightly to the ground and they did not dare to move.
Amidst the roar of cannons, the officers' roars were faintly heard.
"Get up! Don't stop! Everyone move forward!"
"Get those scumbags who sneaked up on us out of that building!"
However, the roar is not very effective.
One is that the distance is too far to hear, and the other is that many people have not recovered from the sound of the cannons and are lying on the ground without daring to move.
This time Li Ba refused to move forward despite any words, and the battlefield elder did not continue to carry the oil bottle. He rushed through the scorching smoke screen alone and rushed into the building that had been bombarded by artillery fire.
There was a slight cough from the top of the broken stairs.
The previous round of heavy artillery did not kill the players hiding in the concrete building, but the sound clearly caused serious injuries.
"Kakarot?"
Zhanjie Lao tentatively called to the top of the stairs, and waited for a long time before hearing a response.
"I'm an old ghost! Damn it...the dog coins on the other side are directly loaded into the artillery, they don't respect martial ethics."
Old Ghost is the nickname of [Ghost Hunting in the Graveyard], and he is also a member of the Storm Troops. As soon as the Battlefield Old Man heard it, he knew who the person above was, and joked with a smile.
“Isn’t it basic to wash some artillery?”
After a pause, he urged.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Should you solve it yourself, or should I come up and help you."
A laugh came from the stairs.
"Wouldn't it be too boring to just give my head to you?"
The rules of the game prohibit malicious PK. The "non-submission to arbitration" approach to resolving in-game conflicts will result in equal penalties for both parties. Almost no one will joke about the qualifications for closed beta testing. Those who dare to joke have not even completed the "Passing on the Fire" task. Got kicked out of the server.
However, the rules only prohibit "malice", and mission requirements or special circumstances are not prohibited.
I always heard Brother Quanshui brag about Brother Battlefield’s fighting prowess, and the old ghost was just about to take this opportunity to test his skills.
The war veteran was stunned for a moment, just in time to see the hair-thin tripwire at the top of the stairs, and then he looked up and smiled.
Sample.
I still play half-heartedly with my father.
"Okay, what about hand gestures?"
Hearty laughter came from the top of the stairs.
"Haha, that's exactly what I meant!"
"Come! Have a good fight!"
……
One is the strength system at LV15, and the other is the agility system at LV22.
Whether it is panel data or combat experience, the battlefield atmosphere team has the advantage, and there is no reason to lose.
Not to mention, Brother Laogui suffered internal injuries from the previous shelling.
Won the PK without any suspense, but the war veteran still saved some face for his good brother and let him choose a way to die after the battle.
"Tell me what you want."
The Graveyard Ghost Hunter, who was lying in a pool of blood, gasped for breath, looked at the Battlefield Atmosphere Team holding a knife in his hand, and said hehe.
"Ahem...There are no cowards in the Alliance! Let those ghost old men see how brave I am!"
Zhanji Lao suddenly understood and nodded.
"I understand, I'll fill in a few more holes for you later."
"Please! By the way, remember to disfigure me!"
Finished his last words.
The old ghost rolled his eyes and consciously went offline.
Looking at his good brother who was lying motionless on the ground, the war veteran held the knife in his hand, sighed softly, and stepped forward.
"Good brother, I'm sorry."
……
Although I know it's a game, even though I won't really die, even though there are so many things, I still feel panicked when I actually do it.
But——
It's all about the alliance.
When I think about it, I feel much happier.
While praying for Lao Hei in his heart, Battlefield Lao dragged the "mission props" from Flesh Mold Lake back and handed in the mission.
Looking at the battlefield atmosphere group walking out of the ruins covered in blood, not only the survivors who were forced forward were dumbfounded, but also the four legionnaires who were still alive.
"...just this one."
Throwing the corpses and the remains of weapons on the ground, the battlefield atmosphere team looked at the dumbfounded officer in front of them and spoke with care.
The officer finally came to his senses, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words stiffly.
"Very good..."
This guy...
What exactly is it?
The battle ended and the casualties were counted.
Of the 121-man team, 31 died, including an Air Corps soldier.
The hunting hadn't even started yet, but the casualties had already exceeded expectations. After reporting the situation to their superiors, the remaining four legionnaires took the remaining people back to the Fallen Leaf Camp.
When he first returned to the camp, the battlefield atmosphere team was still thinking about whether his "credit" would be taken away by the officer leading the team, but he soon discovered that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Back in the camp, the battlefield veteran had not rested for a while when he was called to Colway's tent by the approaching legionnaires.
This three-striped centurion is the top person in charge of the Fallen Leaf Camp. I heard from the conversation among the legion soldiers that this man was Rachel's direct subordinate and his status was extraordinary.
In the tent.
Colway stared at the man covered in blood in front of him and said slowly.
"Name."
The battlefield atmosphere team who had assumed the role stood up straight and answered skillfully.
"Pangolin!"
The officer in front of him did not speak, but stared straight at him, his sharp eyes scanning back and forth on him, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.
The battlefield veteran couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart.
Is this big nose attracted to me?
No way...
Just when he was debating whether to show off or not, Colway, who was standing in front of him, suddenly showed an expression of appreciation and nodded slowly.
"Not bad!"
Having just experienced a big battle, his aura was not disturbed at all. He rushed into the area covered by artillery fire single-handedly and killed an elite awakener of the company with only a Ripper rifle. This combat power is really surprising...
What particularly surprised Colway was that this man showed no timidity in the face of his temptation.
This guy is a talent!
The only pity is that this person is an indigenous person and not a legionnaire with noble blood. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to recommend this warrior to his commander Rachel.
With a trace of regret in his eyes, Colway raised his chin slightly and continued.
"From today on, I appoint you as the commander of the army."
What the hell?
The battlefield atmosphere team suddenly felt happy.
You are now an officer? !
Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his head and chest and answered.
"Yes!"
Colway nodded approvingly.
"Behave well, I'm optimistic about you!"
……
Battlefield Lao’s undercover plan went unexpectedly smoothly.
After sacrificing an awakened person, he not only became the captain of the puppet army, but he even unexpectedly gained the appreciation of Colwe, the "boss" of Fallen Leaf Camp.
At the same time, while the players of the White Bear Knights and the Death Corps were busy conquering Vault 79, the logistics transport team that returned from Ruigu City with Luo Hua finally rushed back to Qingquan City. Northern suburbs.
Looking at Luo Hua who was wrapped up like Mina Yin on the stretcher, Chu Guang couldn't help but twitch his brows and immediately ordered.
"Send him to a shelter quickly!"
After taking over the wounded from the logistics force, the medical staff immediately rushed towards the shelter carrying the stretcher.
Chu Guang also followed and returned to the shelter together.
Although there are hospitals on the surface, both the professionalism of doctors and the medical conditions are obviously not as good as those in shelters.
The infirmary on the B3 floor.
Hea performed a comprehensive examination on Luo Hua, who was lying on the scanning bed, and quickly compiled the scan results on the tablet.
"The left arm is completely necrotic, I'm afraid it will have to be amputated..." After saying that, she looked at Yin Fang who was standing aside, "Surgery, you are better at this."
Yin Fang did not speak, but turned his gaze to Chu Guang, waiting for him to make a decision.
He is the only one here who is familiar with this wounded man.
After thinking for half a second, Chu Guang quickly nodded.
"Cut it off and replace it with a bionic prosthetic body."
Yin Fang continued to ask.
"Which one to change?"
Chu Guang said without hesitation.
"Of course I bought it from the company."
He did not sell all the bionic prosthetics he had imported from Hedin to Boulder City. After all, this kind of luxury goods are rare and expensive, and if you sell too many of them at one time, they won't be worth anything.
Yin Fang glanced at Chu Guang in surprise.
I didn’t expect this guy to be so generous sometimes?
But he didn't say anything, invited Chu Guang and Heya out of the infirmary, and then started the operation immediately.
The entrance to the infirmary.
Hea, who had his arms folded, looked at Chu Guang curiously and asked.
"Your friend?"
"Yes."
"He was seriously injured..."
Looking at the closed door, Hea said with some emotion.
"I found at least twenty shrapnel in his body. His survival today is all due to the bionic organs in his body."
Chu Guang said nothing, but took out a silver card from his pocket.
The card was stained with blood, but the blood fat was not stuck on it. Chu Guang stared at it for a while and frowned slightly.
Noticing the thing in his hand, Hea, who was standing aside, raised his eyebrows and suddenly said.
"I think I've seen this thing before."
Chu Guang looked at her immediately.
"Where did you see it?"
"I don't remember exactly where it is, but this thing... is actually the door card of the shelter, right? I remember that the function is not only to open the door, but also to attach some permissions to the card," Hea said strangely Glancing at Chu Guang, "Don't you have any here?"
"...We are more frugal and don't need it."
After saying something casually, Chu Guang stared at the card in his hand and fell into deep thought.
The key to Vault 0?
They really found it...