This Game Is Too Realistic

That ear-piercing scream pierced through the gray-green fog, and after a muffled landing noise, a black shadow slammed into the pile of concrete.

The nearby player immediately aimed his gun at the black shadow.

However, before he could see what it was, he heard a blast, and the black shadow instantly exploded into pieces, splashing black mucus and scorched pieces of meat.

The stench stuck to their gas masks.

Quickly lowering his body to dodge, the player cursed. "Fuck!"

"Suicide Bomber!"

Fortunately, it was far away, and no one was injured.

However, at this moment, that shrill cry sounded again, and dozens of black shadows in the thick fog flew through the air and smashed toward the players’ positions.

Explosions sounded one after another, gray-green puffs of smoke flickered on the player’s defensive position, and black mucus and pieces of meat splashed everywhere.

A player was killed on the spot, and 4 others were injured to varying degrees.

Battlefield Cheerleader was startled and subconsciously said. "Damn it! Are they throwing Suicide Bombers like grenades?!"

That stuff must weigh 20 or 30 kilograms at least, right?!

To be able to throw them so far… They have to be pretty strong!

Spring Water Commander immediately made a decision and ordered, "Platoon A, take cover and be extra careful!"

"Platoon B, fire high-explosive shells!"

Immediately, loud gunfire came from the left.

12 20mm high explosive rounds burrowed into the gray-green fog and exploded in a blaze of orange fire.

Although they couldn’t see where the Suicide Bombers were thrown from, it was still possible to make an estimate based on the trajectory.

The attack seemed to have worked, and the number of Suicide Bombers flying in the sky was reduced by half.

Then, the second round and the third round of salvos quickly followed. The sound of explosions continued to ring out from the dense fog, even accompanied by the sound of a few Suicide Bombers bursting from time to time.

There were many casualties among the Mutant Slime Molds.

Some were killed by high-explosive shells, and many were killed by their own.

Spring Water Commander was overjoyed as he stood on the frontlines. He could feel with his naked eyes that after these rounds of salvos, the offensive of the mutants had obviously weakened!

As if realizing that this situation was getting worse, the mutants in the thick fog no longer hesitated, and began to attack the players’ positions fiercely.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a group of burly monsters rushed out of the dense fog with heavy steps.

They were 2.5 meters tall, with fat bellies swaying from side to side, and swollen necks that were as wide as their heads. From a distance, they looked like piles of walking meat, and trolls in a fantasy world.

Having never seen this kind of monster in the northern suburbs, the players squatting behind the concrete stones were shocked.

"Damn, what kind of mutants are those?"

"I haven’t seen them in the illustrated book on the official website."

"Mutants version of mutant humans?!"

"Warhammer Ogres?!"

"I think it’s a bit like the Tank from Left 4 Dead..."

"Yeah. It really is the Tank if that fat is replaced with muscle."

Behind the fat man running wildly with his belly and arms swaying, were countless Crunchers.

My goodness.

They even know how to use tank-and-infantry tactics?

The players were surprised, but they weren’t really distracted. They were playing the war campaign, so they didn’t have time to think too much about other things.

After the targets entered their range, the heavy machine guns deployed on the buildings on both sides opened fire again, unleashing ferocious firepower toward the running mutants.

Immediately afterward, the players in Platoon A also pulled on their trigger, shooting at the rushing mutants.

Compared with the Tyrants whose whole body was covered in spiky armor, these running big bellies had a lot of health, but didn’t have much defense. The 7mm full-power rifle bullets may pass through a Cruncher’s body, but they were just right for dealing with this kind of monster.

On the fat piece of meat, a string of black blood mist burst out, and the tumbling shrapnel either riddled those monsters’ bodies with holes or blew off their limbs.

The Crunchers gathered beside them also suffered heavy casualties in the face of machine gun fire. When the occasional high-explosive shells hit them, they would instantly lose their limbs and arms and die in huge numbers!

A few big bellies brought the Crunchers to the edge of Platoon A’s position, but they soon discovered that the brutal battle had just begun.

The players in the front row decisively stopped firing guns, picked up the spears, hatchets, shovels, and even bats wrapped with iron wires leaning on the ground and hacked at the heads of these mutants.

The players in the back row continued to provide fire support to relieve the pressure from the front for the players in the front row.

Those standing in front were all experienced players. After experiencing multiple versions, not only were their panel data far stronger than ordinary people, but they also had rich combat experience. It couldn’t be easier for them to deal with these mutants.

Even if they faced 3 or even 4 Crunchers at the same time, they could easily deal with them without having any problems.

The fierce battle lasted for an hour.

Under the crossfire of the buildings on both sides, Tide’s second wave of offensive finally began to gradually weaken, and eventually, only a few sporadic Crunchers and "fat guys" were still attacking the players’ positions.

However, it was already a spent force!

Battlefield Cheerleader swung the shovel in his hand, and easily split the skull of a Cruncher with it. He kicked it down and pulled out the shovel.

Next to him, 2 more Crunchers rushed up. But he didn’t panic at all. He poked and slashed, and cut off the heads of those two crunchers neatly.

Black blood splattered all over.

Battlefield Cheerleader raised his arm, wiped the black blood on the gas mask, and turned his head to smile at Darkest. "This thing is so effective!"

Darkest pulled the bayonet from the Cruncher with difficulty, panting heavily. "Motherfucker... Does anybody know how many more waves of attack are left?"

"I don’t know, maybe it will last all night."

"You gotta be kidding me, right?" Darkest was startled, "Doesn’t that mean we have to fight until it gets dark in real life?!"

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, you just respawned a few hours ago."

Hanging the shovel on his waist, Brother Battlefield squinted his eyes as he looked ahead.

A night was nothing to him.

Without the anti-addiction mechanism, he could play all day long!

The Tide’s offensive paused for a while, leaving only sporadic gunfire remaining on the battlefield.

Players were a little tired, but the morale was still high.

So far, except for 5 people in Platoon A who were killed and 10 injured, Platoon B and C had no casualties!

At this moment, good news came from the backlines.

More than 20 newbies ran over from the street behind carrying ammunition boxes.

"Ammo! Here comes the ammo!"

The news of the supply delivery made many players heave a sigh of relief.

In the previous rounds of offensives, at least 5,000 to 6,000 Mutants rushed at them. Even though everyone was saving bullets, they still consumed a lot.

When setting off, most players only carried 6 magazines, Most of them only had 1 left.

The batch of ammunition came just in time!

Spring Water Commander didn’t have time to rest. He immediately asked the players in the team to distribute 14 boxes of ammunition and send some to the other platoons.

They shot the most bullets in order to cover the main attackers, and they were also running out.

The remaining 6 boxes of ammunition were distributed to his brothers in Platoon A.

There were almost 1,000 to 1,100 rounds of bullets stuffed into an ammunition box. In addition to the 2,000 rounds of bullets sent to the two machine guns, the remaining 35 players could only get about 110 rounds each.

"Why so little?" Spring Water Commander asked with a frown.

Silver Hand, who was in charge of delivering the 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 of 68th Street. The administrator asked us to send it all over."

Spring Water Commander nodded and continued to ask, "How is your fortification going?"

Before Silver Hand could speak, Silver Sword next to him interjected, "The construction progress has been completed by a third already! We piled up concrete blocks to form barricades, stretched barbed wire on the street, and wooden piles to prevent large mutants from advancing."

"The residents of Baker Street and the slaves of the Brown Farm were all mobilized, and there were other players joining in continuously. It feels like at least 1,000 people have been mobilized!"

"It may be completed before morning!"

The northern suburb was currently in great danger, so no one dared to take it lightly.

Hearing that a third of the fortifications had been completed, Spring Water Commander breathed a sigh of relief. After a short pause, he walked up to the crowd and looked around at the players delivering supplies. "Which of you knows how to use a gun?"

As soon as they heard what he said, their eyes lit up. All 20 hands shot into the air.

"Me, me, me!"

"I know how to shoot a gun! I’m very good at playing FPS games!"

"I played at the shooting range before!"

Spring Water Commander was struck speechless. "..."

They were really 100% new to this game, but now was not the time to pick and choose.