This Game Is Too Realistic

"Tall buildings! There are thousand meter tall buildings everywhere!" Mosquito strode to the side of the pile of wooden parts, and took out a yoke that hadn’t been installed.

The frenzy flickering in his eyes made everyone around him take a step back unconsciously.

Without noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces, Mosquito became more and more excited. "According to my calculations, there’s no need for the height of 1000 meters. A height of 800 meters is more than enough for takeoff!"

"If you dive down with the engine off and pull up the yoke once you switch the engine off 200 meters above ground, you will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

Ample Time’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. "... What if you can’t pull it up?"

"You will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

Old White raised an eyebrow. "?"

Gale: "??"

Ample Time: "???"

Motherfucker… Who the hell will dare to pilot this shit?!

...

At dusk, silence hung over Clearspring City. The Corpse Removers in chemical protective suits carried stretchers full of corpses and evacuated the battlefield one after another.

On the front line not far from them, figures carrying rifles and eager to fight were arriving one after another.

Among them were the battle-tested Death Corps in gray coats, and the Mountain Corps in green coats who transferred over from Remote Creek Town. There were also groups with different colors of clothes and various equipment... Even though they looked like a disorganized bunch, no one dared to doubt their fighting power.

No matter which set of equipment they were using, they were undoubtedly the elite of the elites.

In the continuous fighting and constant resurrections, they had summed up a set of fighting methods that were most suitable for them. They even passed on those valuable experiences… Or strategies, to the newcomers they had mentored.

Each of them was a banner of fighting strength!

"Are you trying to deploy all of your forces?" Vanus stood by the window of a building, overlooking the battlefield below in surprise.

What he saw was a formidable force. Even if the Youth Corps of the Army stood in front of them, they would probably have to fall back.

Standing beside him, Chu Guang, who was wearing his exoframe, only said calmly. "Hehe, you think this is all of my force?"

In the day, they could basically do whatever they wanted.

According to his plan, players would change shifts on the defense line until dawn, and launch a full-scale counterattack against the Tide when the last round of offensive before dawn ended!

He didn’t want to give those bugs a chance to breathe!

Since the day before, the industrial zone had temporarily suspended all export orders, concentrating all production capacity on the front line.

Boxes and bundles of ammunition were sent to the ammunition depot on the front line. In addition, two sets of 100KW wood powered generators and 200 newly produced nurturing cabins were deployed downstairs in the temporary command post for players to save their progress and go offline.

There was a shortage of equipment, so the rest time allocated to each player’s clone was only 4 hours. The duration was enough to relieve their fatigue.

The players who signed up for the event had already asked for leave in advance in reality.

But it didn’t matter if they couldn’t participate. Wasteland Online was a truly free MMORPG that focused on leisure. They would never force players to participate in server events.

At most, they would provide hard to resist rewards during the event!

Looking at the setting sun that was gradually disappearing on the street, Chu Guang could feel the blood in his heart burning.

It would be the battle with the largest participants to date, along with the most deployed equipment in terms of both variety and quantity since the opening of Wasteland Online!

He had deployed 2 hummingbird drones on the edge of the battlefield, and the cameras had been locked on the battlefield filled with spore clouds.

"Bring it on." Chu Guang lightly clenched his fist and exhaled the turbid air in his chest. "Let me see what you guys are capable of!"

...

The shadows of tall buildings gradually disappeared into the alleys full of holes.

In the gray-green thick fog, there was a faint red smell of blood, as well as the creaking sound of something grinding their teeth that would make one drop to their knees.

However, no one was afraid.

Having experienced the baptism of days of war, even the 400 newbies who just entered the game in Alpha 1.1 had become qualified warriors.

For them, victory was the only creed.

Death was nothing!

There was a hint of excitement in the chattering and the players on the front line skillfully switched off the safety of their rifles. They leaned behind the bunker made of concrete and rubble.

"All the team members are in place! There are still 5 minutes left!"

"... I repeat, all the newbies in the team must pay attention. Hold your rifles steadily, let the machine gunners fire first, and wait for the Tide to approach 50 meters before shooting!"

"Remember! You are no longer rookies, stop picking the Tyrant’s teeth with the small rifles in your hand! Trust your teammates and their Lances! Use the ammunition where it should be used!"

"Here they come. Get ready to fight!"

There was a sudden long and mournful howl in the dense fog.

The running Crunchers gushed out of the darkness like a tide, across a messy battlefield and rushed towards the players’ positions.

At the same time, 3 flares were shot into the sky, clearing the haze from the streets.

The machine guns deployed in the building fired first, shooting bullets through the fog, forming a dense rain of steel fire.

Immediately afterwards, the water-cooled Maxims deployed at the front also spewed out flames, and frantically shot at the swarm of mutants rushing like a tsunami.

The players fired skillfully, cooperating with each other tacitly to clear the mutants in their respective defense areas.

The first round of charge was filled with nothing more than cannon fodders. The players were already familiar with the routines of the mutants.

They would use the Cruncher cluster to consume their bullets, and then send out high health units and high mobility units to try to break through the defense line.

Above the temporary command post, on the roof of the building, Mosquito was taking his 4 apprentices, braving the strong wind on the roof, assembling the WX-1 Flying Mosquito glider.

Because it was an experimental type, after an hour of debate, he finally persuaded his four apprentices to add an X after the W.

There was a pair of 100 kilograms aerial bombs loaded on the plane, which were as powerful as the standard 250 pound aerial bombs, and the weight was actually not much different.

In addition, there were two 7mm small-caliber machine guns installed in the cabin.

Although Stopping Fights proposed to use the 20mm cannon, Mosquito rejected his proposal after some deliberation.

The 20mm cannon and ammunition were too heavy!

With that load, it would be better to bring 2 more aerial bombs!

What’s more, the machine guns are a product of his competitor!

It was the moment for Goblin Technology to show its strengths. How could he let his competitor do so instead?

"Hurry up!" Mosquito urged his apprentices loudly while overlooking the unclear battlefield with his binoculars.

Stopping Fights couldn’t help but look up and complain. "Fuck you! Can you fucking come over and help us?!"

Mosquito glared at him. "I’m a pilot! I said I would be in charge of flying. What more do you want me to do for you? If you don’t like it, we can switch!"

Stopping Fights shivered, and stopped talking after cursing a little more.

He was not afraid of heights. Instead it was because he had no confidence.

Although he participated in designing the WX-1, the difference between fixed-wing and quad-rotor was too great. More importantly, he didn’t know if the piece of shit could fly!

What if it couldn’t?

What if the propeller broke or the wing fell apart?

He would die!

Mosquito didn’t care about embarrassing himself, but he cared.

"Why do I feel that something is not right?" Mosquito frowned as he stood at the side of the building.

"What? What’s wrong?" Taking Lives, whose eyes couldn’t be opened fully because of the howling wind, raised his head.

Holding the binoculars firmly, Mosquito frowned and muttered, "The gunshots lasted too long!"

Is the first wave of offensive not over yet?

It stands to reason that it should have ended long ago!

He had a bad feeling.

With the unpredictable nature of the developers, it was inevitable that they would not play by the rules.

No matter what, he could be considered a veteran player who entered the server in the early version. He had long experienced Light’s capricious gameplay deployment.

Just when he faintly felt that something was wrong, a flash of conspicuous scarlet suddenly lit up in the gray-green thick fog.

The mortars’ position, which was still waiting for the next round of offensive, suddenly opened fire, sending dozens of shells up into the sky, bursting into flames around the scarlet light.

The gunfire below the building became more and more intense, and there was a faint roar of pain in the thick fog...

Looking at the spore cloud scattered by the blast wave, and the monster gradually emerging from the thick fog, Mosquito couldn’t help blurting out in shock, "Holy fucking shit!?"

"What the hell is that?!"